Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2009 6:58:32 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a gym. Panning around the building it practically looks empty aside from a couple of employees, one at the desk working on paperwork at the computer, the other sweeping the floor. In the back of the gym, in front of the dumbbells stands the Epitome of Hardcore. He has a pair of earbuds in his ears, the cord travels down his arm and connects into an iPod sitting in an armband around his arm. "Cyanide" by Metallica plays in his earbuds. Gravedigger is wearing a black muscle shirt and a pair of black gym-shorts.
His black and white hair hangs in front of his face as he leans over the dumbbell rack and looks in the direction of the mirror. He finally leans up and grabs a pair of dumbbells and lifts them up. They're a pair of 95s. He takes a couple of small steps back, positions his feet and he starts to curl them alternately. Gravedigger does a set of 12 reps and then steps forward and places the dumbbbells back on the rack. He walks over to a nearby bench and picks up a bottle of water, takes a couple of swallows of the cool liquid from it and then places it back on the bench. He looks over at the camera and begins to speak.
Gravedigger: So Logan is spouting off a bunch of nonsense in the form of stories now. He basically makes no mention of our match this Sunday at the PPV. Logan, you want to tell these bizarre stories? That's fine, after this Sunday you will have a new story to tell. The story goes something like this.
Gravedigger clears his throat and looks off into the distance as if remembering some great story he was told as a child.
Gravedigger: There was this man. He was carefree. He enjoyed life, he had everything a man could possibly have to make him happy. Every morning when he woke up, he would jump out of the bed, cheering at being given another opportunity at life. Another chance to have an awesome day. He would show his appreciation to his wife and kids every day. He played games with both his wife and kids, although the games he played with his wife were definitely not the same ones he could play with his kids. This man had a dream job he went to every day right after he ate lunch with his wife. He would work for a few hours of pure happiness and then it would be time to leave and he'd rush home so he could spend time with his wife and kids again.
Now, some people would think "awww what a lovely little story", but there's one little thing. There was one bad part of the story that I forgot to tell. See, the thing is, one day something really bad happened to the man. He was walking down the street, minding his own business, when guess what happens? I PUT HIM THROUGH A FUCKIN TABLE AT WCF BLAST!!!! Logan, you scum-sucking leech son of a bitch, you go ahead and tell your stories. You go ahead and appear as if you're not concerned. I will DESTROY YOU at Blast. I owe it to Dobbie and Chester. I owe it to the fans...wait, forget the fans. I owe it to myself. Prepare for carnage.
Gravedigger turns and walks back over to the dumbbell rack as the scene fades to black.
His black and white hair hangs in front of his face as he leans over the dumbbell rack and looks in the direction of the mirror. He finally leans up and grabs a pair of dumbbells and lifts them up. They're a pair of 95s. He takes a couple of small steps back, positions his feet and he starts to curl them alternately. Gravedigger does a set of 12 reps and then steps forward and places the dumbbbells back on the rack. He walks over to a nearby bench and picks up a bottle of water, takes a couple of swallows of the cool liquid from it and then places it back on the bench. He looks over at the camera and begins to speak.
Gravedigger: So Logan is spouting off a bunch of nonsense in the form of stories now. He basically makes no mention of our match this Sunday at the PPV. Logan, you want to tell these bizarre stories? That's fine, after this Sunday you will have a new story to tell. The story goes something like this.
Gravedigger clears his throat and looks off into the distance as if remembering some great story he was told as a child.
Gravedigger: There was this man. He was carefree. He enjoyed life, he had everything a man could possibly have to make him happy. Every morning when he woke up, he would jump out of the bed, cheering at being given another opportunity at life. Another chance to have an awesome day. He would show his appreciation to his wife and kids every day. He played games with both his wife and kids, although the games he played with his wife were definitely not the same ones he could play with his kids. This man had a dream job he went to every day right after he ate lunch with his wife. He would work for a few hours of pure happiness and then it would be time to leave and he'd rush home so he could spend time with his wife and kids again.
Now, some people would think "awww what a lovely little story", but there's one little thing. There was one bad part of the story that I forgot to tell. See, the thing is, one day something really bad happened to the man. He was walking down the street, minding his own business, when guess what happens? I PUT HIM THROUGH A FUCKIN TABLE AT WCF BLAST!!!! Logan, you scum-sucking leech son of a bitch, you go ahead and tell your stories. You go ahead and appear as if you're not concerned. I will DESTROY YOU at Blast. I owe it to Dobbie and Chester. I owe it to the fans...wait, forget the fans. I owe it to myself. Prepare for carnage.
Gravedigger turns and walks back over to the dumbbell rack as the scene fades to black.
