Nothing Else Matters....

[darkprophet]

*Camera movement.......slow, methodical.....the slow panning from the ceiling of a room, a single white bulb hanging by a string.....swinging like a pendulum......the camera moves slowly toward the floor, the level of the camera changing......slowly moving to the floor level.......looking up at the swinging light.......a single swinging light......there is the back of a wooden chair also in the scene......... The slow, methodical and almost irritating movement of the camera. Darkness is not in the scene, but......the lack of texture on the ceiling, almost makes one begin to hallucinate things into the picture, hallucinate objects to fill the empty space. Slow, and heavy footsteps now are heard from a distance.......the steps ring out through the room, like it is nothing between the footsteps and the camera. Destructively, there is nothing, nothing at all, in between the camera, lying on the floor, looking at the lightbulb.....between it and the footsteps......the camera, slowly moves, picked up and moved toward the chair. Prophet's body is seen, his arm moving to turn the chair around......Prophet looks into the camera, as he sits down....his cold eyes piercing through teh camera....the light still moving above him..... his voice slowly comes through the near silence.....breaking the monotony of the swinging lightbulb.*


Dark Prophet: What a team........what a team you two are.........


But yet....your names are definitely odd.....Burn Out and Rage......only one seems like it's worthy before this match, but after....you will be experiencing the Burn Out of your wrestling careers.....and the Rage of it all coming to an end......


But, we all know you don't deserve to be in the ring with me. I destroyed Nate......I put him out of his misery....and you two will be nothing less to me. I mean, it may be a "handicap match" but you are very wrong on who has the handicap.......I have won ten man Hardcore Invitationals.....I have won Triple Threat and Handicap Hardcore matches before......do you think I am afraid of two talentless retards who think they can get by with saying less than a minute of words and scare me?



I am the man who scares you.....I am......if I had anything better to do, I would make an attempt to get into your heads, to make you get a subliminal mindfuck like I am used to giving.....but no, you are not even worth that to me.....I will show you on Slam the exact mean of "Slammin"......and you will be experiencing pain beyond measure.......Rage, Burn OUt.......two things you will be experiencing after this one match.......


Slam, the last time we may ever see this tag team in action......ever again......[/color]


*Prophet stands up, and grabs the lightbulb, halting it's swing.....and clenches his fist around it, shattering the bulb......ending transmission.....*