Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
The scene opens up on a balcony of a high rise in Phoenix, Arizona. It's the hometown of WCF owner, Gravedigger, and his brother Chester. The high rise where this takes place happens to be one of Gravedigger's getaway spots. The sliding glass door of the balcony slides open to reveal WCF owner, Gravedigger, and Dark Side bodyguard, Mike D.
Gravedigger is wearing a black t-shirt with nothing on it and a pair of black windbreaker pants. His silver-colored hair is pulled back in a ponytail, which hangs down behind him. Mike D is wearing a black tanktop and a pair of blue jeans. Gravedigger speaks.
Gravedigger: I want to thank you, Mr. Cameraman for showing up here tonight. I wanted to go ahead and let my voice be heard about our tag match this week. Mike D and myself are facing off against Shane Spain and Biohazard of Timebomb. Shane, you've been asking for this match for a while. You've been running your mouth calling my brother and Dobbie goons. You've been going on and on about how we're a bunch of cowards and how I'm afraid to face you.
Well, I was tired of hearing you run your mouth like you always do. I decided why not just shut your mouth myself in a match? I decided why not defeat you in the ring so you'll quit whining about me not facing you. You've grabbed the bull by the horns and now you're in for a world of hurt. You really don't know what you're getting yourself into. Before Tank Reaper turned on you, I had already planned on booking this match for next week. I had picked Mike D here as my partner to show off the real power of the Dark Side. Put you in a match with the two powerhouses of the group, myself and Mike. However, now you've lost the muscle of your little group. You're teaming with Biohazard, the comedic relief of your little alliance of wrestlers.
So now here you are facing the muscular monster, Mike D, here.
Gravedigger claps a hand on Mike D's shoulder who flexes for the camera.
Gravedigger: And you also have to contend with yours truly, the Epitome of Hardcore. See I know what's going on here. You look at myself. You look at The Dark Side. You look at the state of WCF and you see an opportunity here. You don't really care for the fate of WCF. You just knew that if you stuck your nose in my business that you'd be thrust into the spotlight. See, you're taking advantage of WCF's situation for your sick, twisted benefit...and I LIKE IT! Such a twisted, selfish agenda. It's brilliant, but stupid at the same time. The Dark Side isn't a group of chumps. We're not scum-sucking leeches. We are a unified force like my brother said on Slam the other night. We are a unified front. We are a powerhouse of like-minded individuals.
That's where your plan has failed. Already your little group has crumbled. As long as you keep Logan fed with hotdogs, you'll be able to keep him around. Hell if he starts to get really famous again and starts being really successful, he's likely to turn on you or just walk away. Biohazard? He's nothing. He's no threat. He's likely only around because you guys were the first ones to ask him to join your group. Hell, if one of the Dark Side members had walked up to him when he returned, he'd likely be standing here beside us on the balcony.
Without Tank Reaper, you are nothing. Your little group is nothing. This whole business with Tank Reaper better be some ploy to get me distracted long enough to blindside me and Mike here at Slam. It's 6 days away from our tag team match. You want to talk about success in tag team matches. I've won as many tag team titles as Chester. We were unstoppable as a tag team. I held the tag titles with another man that people here are familiar with, Dark Arts Wizard. I have won countless world titles, two of them were won here. I've won countless hardcore titles. I'm the Epitome of Hardcore. I'm practically an unstoppable force here in WCF. You are nothing more than a stepping stone on my way to Explosion. The match against you and Biohazard is nothing more than a warm-up match to further shake off the ring rust.
Mike D and myself will destroy you on Slam. Then I will move on to the huge 8-man tag team match at Explosion. Logan, Corey, Torture, and Dake Ken. I am on a roll here in WCF and will not be slowed down by you. I will prove that this week on Slam also. Watch your back, boys. I will be the WCF owner and WCF world champion here in a couple of weeks. I promise this!
The scene fades to black.
Gravedigger is wearing a black t-shirt with nothing on it and a pair of black windbreaker pants. His silver-colored hair is pulled back in a ponytail, which hangs down behind him. Mike D is wearing a black tanktop and a pair of blue jeans. Gravedigger speaks.
Gravedigger: I want to thank you, Mr. Cameraman for showing up here tonight. I wanted to go ahead and let my voice be heard about our tag match this week. Mike D and myself are facing off against Shane Spain and Biohazard of Timebomb. Shane, you've been asking for this match for a while. You've been running your mouth calling my brother and Dobbie goons. You've been going on and on about how we're a bunch of cowards and how I'm afraid to face you.
Well, I was tired of hearing you run your mouth like you always do. I decided why not just shut your mouth myself in a match? I decided why not defeat you in the ring so you'll quit whining about me not facing you. You've grabbed the bull by the horns and now you're in for a world of hurt. You really don't know what you're getting yourself into. Before Tank Reaper turned on you, I had already planned on booking this match for next week. I had picked Mike D here as my partner to show off the real power of the Dark Side. Put you in a match with the two powerhouses of the group, myself and Mike. However, now you've lost the muscle of your little group. You're teaming with Biohazard, the comedic relief of your little alliance of wrestlers.
So now here you are facing the muscular monster, Mike D, here.
Gravedigger claps a hand on Mike D's shoulder who flexes for the camera.
Gravedigger: And you also have to contend with yours truly, the Epitome of Hardcore. See I know what's going on here. You look at myself. You look at The Dark Side. You look at the state of WCF and you see an opportunity here. You don't really care for the fate of WCF. You just knew that if you stuck your nose in my business that you'd be thrust into the spotlight. See, you're taking advantage of WCF's situation for your sick, twisted benefit...and I LIKE IT! Such a twisted, selfish agenda. It's brilliant, but stupid at the same time. The Dark Side isn't a group of chumps. We're not scum-sucking leeches. We are a unified force like my brother said on Slam the other night. We are a unified front. We are a powerhouse of like-minded individuals.
That's where your plan has failed. Already your little group has crumbled. As long as you keep Logan fed with hotdogs, you'll be able to keep him around. Hell if he starts to get really famous again and starts being really successful, he's likely to turn on you or just walk away. Biohazard? He's nothing. He's no threat. He's likely only around because you guys were the first ones to ask him to join your group. Hell, if one of the Dark Side members had walked up to him when he returned, he'd likely be standing here beside us on the balcony.
Without Tank Reaper, you are nothing. Your little group is nothing. This whole business with Tank Reaper better be some ploy to get me distracted long enough to blindside me and Mike here at Slam. It's 6 days away from our tag team match. You want to talk about success in tag team matches. I've won as many tag team titles as Chester. We were unstoppable as a tag team. I held the tag titles with another man that people here are familiar with, Dark Arts Wizard. I have won countless world titles, two of them were won here. I've won countless hardcore titles. I'm the Epitome of Hardcore. I'm practically an unstoppable force here in WCF. You are nothing more than a stepping stone on my way to Explosion. The match against you and Biohazard is nothing more than a warm-up match to further shake off the ring rust.
Mike D and myself will destroy you on Slam. Then I will move on to the huge 8-man tag team match at Explosion. Logan, Corey, Torture, and Dake Ken. I am on a roll here in WCF and will not be slowed down by you. I will prove that this week on Slam also. Watch your back, boys. I will be the WCF owner and WCF world champion here in a couple of weeks. I promise this!
The scene fades to black.
