Post by Davey Ortega on Sept 17, 2006 6:11:58 GMT -5
*The scene opens in a completely pitch black room. A flick of light is seen as the flame moves towards a candle, and lights it. Outcasts face is seen, barely.*
Outcast: Nothing is ever as it seems. From the moment I was released from that damndable hospital, something has been eating at me. I know now what that is, that insatiable hunger I have. It's for blood. All this rage I have built up inside of me, I now I have an outlet. My outlet has a name, its name is Shane Sires. Mr. Sires, your recent segment got me thinking. There is some truth to what you speak. When I was born a plague was released into this world. An unspeakable, unholy plague of evil. I'm not all bad though Shane, no not at all. I have some redeeming qualities, though you will not see any of them on Sunday. If you honestly believe you can contain this plague, I invite you to try. You and the Team of Treachery will fall at my hands! You see no one here has ever had so much hatred for one man, and for one mans team. The ToT and myself go way back, before you ever knew of its existance. I'm still here, and so are they. No one in that team, past or present, was ever succesfull if takeing me down. Not even the great Logan himself could EVER beat the fight out of me...what the hell makes you think you can accomplish where so many have failed? You can't. You are just some scared kid in my eyes...terrified to face the world and all its cruelties alone..so you run to the ToT. You insult me and my affiliation with the Old School. The Old School...ahhh...a beautiful edifice to those who have been rotting away in society. A wonderous structure that has with stood the test of time. My legcay in WCF as well as the Old School's is permanent. We have with stood the test of time and will always be remembered in the halls of WCF. You, Mr. Sires, will not be as fortuanite. Your time ends on Sunday. You say you are psychotic...my poor distraught, friend...you have no idea what insanity is like. I will show you what true hell is. I will distort your body, and make you feel agony. The Punisher is nothing but a charade...a farce. You, are nothing to truely fear. I dare you to punish me you cheap rip off. Come then, Mr. Sires...come beat the life out of me. I guarentee you will fail. I swear to you----
Voice: Is that all you have? I mean damn will it always be the same thing, week after week? ''I'm gonna do this, and then this'' Please..try something new! Victor, you will not only beat Shane...you WILL destroy him. You will send a message out to the Team of Treachery, hell to ALL of WCF. You will let everyone know you are not just a memory, but a very real personification of destruction. I want you to kill the ToT. Start with The Punisher himself. Make him see why you were once the most feared wrestler of WCF. For the first time you are here in WCF with a purpose. Too reclaim that which was lost...a reputaion, a bloody one at that. Now go, my dear brother...show WCF what a Nightmare is.
*On that note, Outcast, like a man possesed, blows out the candle..and the scene ends.*
Outcast: Nothing is ever as it seems. From the moment I was released from that damndable hospital, something has been eating at me. I know now what that is, that insatiable hunger I have. It's for blood. All this rage I have built up inside of me, I now I have an outlet. My outlet has a name, its name is Shane Sires. Mr. Sires, your recent segment got me thinking. There is some truth to what you speak. When I was born a plague was released into this world. An unspeakable, unholy plague of evil. I'm not all bad though Shane, no not at all. I have some redeeming qualities, though you will not see any of them on Sunday. If you honestly believe you can contain this plague, I invite you to try. You and the Team of Treachery will fall at my hands! You see no one here has ever had so much hatred for one man, and for one mans team. The ToT and myself go way back, before you ever knew of its existance. I'm still here, and so are they. No one in that team, past or present, was ever succesfull if takeing me down. Not even the great Logan himself could EVER beat the fight out of me...what the hell makes you think you can accomplish where so many have failed? You can't. You are just some scared kid in my eyes...terrified to face the world and all its cruelties alone..so you run to the ToT. You insult me and my affiliation with the Old School. The Old School...ahhh...a beautiful edifice to those who have been rotting away in society. A wonderous structure that has with stood the test of time. My legcay in WCF as well as the Old School's is permanent. We have with stood the test of time and will always be remembered in the halls of WCF. You, Mr. Sires, will not be as fortuanite. Your time ends on Sunday. You say you are psychotic...my poor distraught, friend...you have no idea what insanity is like. I will show you what true hell is. I will distort your body, and make you feel agony. The Punisher is nothing but a charade...a farce. You, are nothing to truely fear. I dare you to punish me you cheap rip off. Come then, Mr. Sires...come beat the life out of me. I guarentee you will fail. I swear to you----
Voice: Is that all you have? I mean damn will it always be the same thing, week after week? ''I'm gonna do this, and then this'' Please..try something new! Victor, you will not only beat Shane...you WILL destroy him. You will send a message out to the Team of Treachery, hell to ALL of WCF. You will let everyone know you are not just a memory, but a very real personification of destruction. I want you to kill the ToT. Start with The Punisher himself. Make him see why you were once the most feared wrestler of WCF. For the first time you are here in WCF with a purpose. Too reclaim that which was lost...a reputaion, a bloody one at that. Now go, my dear brother...show WCF what a Nightmare is.
*On that note, Outcast, like a man possesed, blows out the candle..and the scene ends.*
