Post by Oblivion on Nov 10, 2009 18:10:18 GMT -5
(There is a small shadow against a red brick wall. The shadow begins to speak...)
Unknown voice: There are criminals around us. We know who they are. But there are a small few, who look like the rest of us, but still act with criminal behavior. There are those who rather be criminals, than do the right thing. There are those who rather stick together and act as one criminal conglomerate. Who will protect those who cannot protect themselves? Who will go after the criminals in Wrestling Championsip Federation? Noone will have to be afraid anymore!!! Those who commit dirty deeds and want to break the rules... THOSE ARE THE ONES WHO SHOULD BE AFRAID!!! These are the days, that people need a hero!! A hero that they can trust in!!! Be afraid no more!!! The citizens of WCF has that hero. His name is...
HORNS PLAY
Unknown voice:... "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. This is HIS story...
(Lead-in music begins to play)
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
4:00 P.M Johnson residence
(Ace Slaughter arrives home. Ace and the rest of the gang were at Gold's Gym in St. Petersburg, working out tremendously. He felt that he needed to get that one last workout in, before the pay per view. He wanted to have his mind and body healthy and on the same level, for him match at XIII. He is in the best shape, in his life. Not bad for a thirty-eight year old. He probably does have the best physique, in WCF. Not just having all the muscles, but looking healthy. He body-fat percentage is pretty low, but he does have some bulky muscles. Slaughter doesn't look like your typical musclehead. He looks like he worksout reguraly, which he does. The Gold's Gym that Slaughter worked out at is just less than ten miles away from his residence. Now, the healthy mind issue. Ace Slaughter does have his issues, only if he allows them to get get to him. He needs to remember the saying...[/COLOR] "WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME, JUST MAKES ME STRONGER" Ace slaughter no longer feels like he is spinning his wheels or feels like he is stuck in the mud. Therapy is a wonderful thing. Some may say otherwise, ask Greenfever. The Hardcore champion has a insatiable appitite for blood and flesh, HE is not getting any better. But, for Ace, he CAN control his appitite for blood. Slaughter is ready for the nastiest of battles, the bloodiest of all wars. So, maybe he is just ready. By now, everyone know's that Ace Slaughter marches to the beat of his own drummer. Some people resents Slaughter for that, for some reason. Maybe it is because of his malfuctionesque behavior. The self-destructive kind of attitude, Ace has, may rub the others the wrong way. IT STILL DOESN'T MATTER!!! Ace Slaughter has a mission!! Being the "protector of all that is good" will still not prevent him from winning championship gold in the WCF!! Slaughter has a triple threat match at XIII. The pay per view will be held at the Guiliano Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. Slaughter is scheduled to face D-Day and Anthrax in a triple threat match. Ever since, the reemergence of the ever enlightened side of "Superstar" Ace Slaughter, the masked one feels reborn, to fight the good fight once again. No more of the confusion, or with the feeling of the lack of purpose or direction. Ace Slaughter will continue to help those who need help. NO MATTER WHO DOESN'T LIKE IT!!!! Slaughter feels pure. Slaughter feels healthy!! SLAUGHTER FEELS LIKE HE IS READY FOR XIII!!! Slaughter walks over to his cameraman and has a small discussion with Camera-Dude...)
Slaughter: Alright, Camera-Dude. Here is the plan...
(Camera-Dude gives Slaughter a "thumbs up".)
Slaughter: Okay. Good news and bad news. Which news do you want first?
(Camera-Dude gives Slaughter a "thumbs down".)
Slaughter: Okay, the bad news. Friday night, I will not need your services.
(Camera-Dude looks around the camera and gives Slaughter the "look".)
Slaughter: I know. I know. You want to be there, but I'm gonna need you for Monday on Slam.
(Camera-Dude looks at Ace with a confused look.)
Slaughter: I cannot tell much now, but after the pay per view, I can tell you everything, okay?!
(No reaction from Camera-Dude.)
Slaughter: Okay?!?
(Camera-Dude shrugs his shoulders and gives Ace a "thumb's up". Slaughter pats Camera-Dude dude on the back, as he walks away, looking for Melissa and Mini Ace. Slaughter walks into the kitchen. He sees Melissa and Mini ace eating ice cream.)
Slaughter: What the hell? Didn't you two just worked out and now putting ice cream into your bodies?!?!
Cheerleader Melissa: It's okay, Ace. This is not ice cream.
Slaughter: What is it then?
(Mini Ace pulled his mask up, to pass his nose, so he doesn't get any of the ice milk on it. Mini Ace heard Slaughter's voice and picked up his head, which was deep into the bowl. Min Ace has a hu-u-uge grin on his face)
Cheerleader Melissa: It's ice milk. It's not as bad as ice cream. It's still yummy. You want a bowl?
Slaughter: No, thank you. I have something that I need to do. But, I might have some later, tho. Okay?
Cheerleader Melissa: Okay.
(Mini Ace gobbles down his portion of the ice milk. Slaughter walks to Mini Ace, to playfully pat on top of his head, Mini Ace grabs the container of ice milk and begins to growl, snarl, and snap at Slaughter. As Ace walks away, Mini Ace continues to snarl, growl and snap at anyone that got less than a foot away from him. Ace walks into his den-like room, grabbing Camera-Dude on the way. Slaughter had previously put up camouflage netting and large camouflage sheets up, as a background. Slaughter had taken a shower and changed into all camouflage gear. That would include a camo shirt, camo trousers, and mask. His boots, gloves, and the tape for his hands and wrists are black. With a not so friendly stern look, on his face, Slaughter gives Camera-Dude the cue to start taping...)
Slaughter: As you can see, I am dressed for battle. D-Day and Anthrax, just a few days away, on Friday the thirteenth, we will engage in battle. I have seen that my last statement has been unanswered. Is that because of cowardice?? Hmmm?!? Coming from Anthrax, I assume that kind of behavior, but not from you, D-Day!! You, of all people, I assume, would appreciate war and battle!!! But, still, NO RESPONSE. But, that's okay. It just proves what I have been thinking of you and that low-life Anthrax. Both are cowards!!! Now, I wouldn't be surprised, if I ended up putting my own foot, in my mouth, if I ended up hearing a response from ewither of you. But, again, that's okay!! Why? Because, it doesn't matter. I'm still gonna kick both of your asses, anyway!!! It won't matter what comes out of your mouths, it will be moot!!! Your destiny is etched in stone. I have seen the future, well the not so far future. Well, it's more like a foregone conclusion. I will be victorious!! And D-Day will be still wallowing around in his lifelong sorrow and Anthrax will slink back into the T.O.T!! Maybe the new "destiny" that I feel that I need to follow, has embraced me, down deep into my soul. That said vision has given me a new outlook in my career. With that said, D-Day and Anthrax I hope you are getting ready, getting prepared for XIII!! It's THE pay per view, of the year!!! I am gonna show the entire wrestling world, that I am more superior than you two!!! After XIII, I will have a new target in sight!!! And after Slam, everyone will know who my new target will be!! Always remember, it doesn't matter if you like me or you don't like me, D-Day and Anthrax will have no choice BUT to respect me, because I'm on my way to a new destiny!!! D-Day and Anthrax, I hope you two are gonna be ready... MY GOD, I HOPE YOU TWO ARE GONNA BE READY FOR XIII, because.... I WILL BE!!!!
(Ace Slaughter grabs for the camera, and puts his massive hand over the camera lens.)
Unknown voice: There are criminals around us. We know who they are. But there are a small few, who look like the rest of us, but still act with criminal behavior. There are those who rather be criminals, than do the right thing. There are those who rather stick together and act as one criminal conglomerate. Who will protect those who cannot protect themselves? Who will go after the criminals in Wrestling Championsip Federation? Noone will have to be afraid anymore!!! Those who commit dirty deeds and want to break the rules... THOSE ARE THE ONES WHO SHOULD BE AFRAID!!! These are the days, that people need a hero!! A hero that they can trust in!!! Be afraid no more!!! The citizens of WCF has that hero. His name is...
HORNS PLAY
Unknown voice:... "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. This is HIS story...
(Lead-in music begins to play)
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
4:00 P.M Johnson residence
(Ace Slaughter arrives home. Ace and the rest of the gang were at Gold's Gym in St. Petersburg, working out tremendously. He felt that he needed to get that one last workout in, before the pay per view. He wanted to have his mind and body healthy and on the same level, for him match at XIII. He is in the best shape, in his life. Not bad for a thirty-eight year old. He probably does have the best physique, in WCF. Not just having all the muscles, but looking healthy. He body-fat percentage is pretty low, but he does have some bulky muscles. Slaughter doesn't look like your typical musclehead. He looks like he worksout reguraly, which he does. The Gold's Gym that Slaughter worked out at is just less than ten miles away from his residence. Now, the healthy mind issue. Ace Slaughter does have his issues, only if he allows them to get get to him. He needs to remember the saying...[/COLOR] "WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME, JUST MAKES ME STRONGER" Ace slaughter no longer feels like he is spinning his wheels or feels like he is stuck in the mud. Therapy is a wonderful thing. Some may say otherwise, ask Greenfever. The Hardcore champion has a insatiable appitite for blood and flesh, HE is not getting any better. But, for Ace, he CAN control his appitite for blood. Slaughter is ready for the nastiest of battles, the bloodiest of all wars. So, maybe he is just ready. By now, everyone know's that Ace Slaughter marches to the beat of his own drummer. Some people resents Slaughter for that, for some reason. Maybe it is because of his malfuctionesque behavior. The self-destructive kind of attitude, Ace has, may rub the others the wrong way. IT STILL DOESN'T MATTER!!! Ace Slaughter has a mission!! Being the "protector of all that is good" will still not prevent him from winning championship gold in the WCF!! Slaughter has a triple threat match at XIII. The pay per view will be held at the Guiliano Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. Slaughter is scheduled to face D-Day and Anthrax in a triple threat match. Ever since, the reemergence of the ever enlightened side of "Superstar" Ace Slaughter, the masked one feels reborn, to fight the good fight once again. No more of the confusion, or with the feeling of the lack of purpose or direction. Ace Slaughter will continue to help those who need help. NO MATTER WHO DOESN'T LIKE IT!!!! Slaughter feels pure. Slaughter feels healthy!! SLAUGHTER FEELS LIKE HE IS READY FOR XIII!!! Slaughter walks over to his cameraman and has a small discussion with Camera-Dude...)
Slaughter: Alright, Camera-Dude. Here is the plan...
(Camera-Dude gives Slaughter a "thumbs up".)
Slaughter: Okay. Good news and bad news. Which news do you want first?
(Camera-Dude gives Slaughter a "thumbs down".)
Slaughter: Okay, the bad news. Friday night, I will not need your services.
(Camera-Dude looks around the camera and gives Slaughter the "look".)
Slaughter: I know. I know. You want to be there, but I'm gonna need you for Monday on Slam.
(Camera-Dude looks at Ace with a confused look.)
Slaughter: I cannot tell much now, but after the pay per view, I can tell you everything, okay?!
(No reaction from Camera-Dude.)
Slaughter: Okay?!?
(Camera-Dude shrugs his shoulders and gives Ace a "thumb's up". Slaughter pats Camera-Dude dude on the back, as he walks away, looking for Melissa and Mini Ace. Slaughter walks into the kitchen. He sees Melissa and Mini ace eating ice cream.)
Slaughter: What the hell? Didn't you two just worked out and now putting ice cream into your bodies?!?!
Cheerleader Melissa: It's okay, Ace. This is not ice cream.
Slaughter: What is it then?
(Mini Ace pulled his mask up, to pass his nose, so he doesn't get any of the ice milk on it. Mini Ace heard Slaughter's voice and picked up his head, which was deep into the bowl. Min Ace has a hu-u-uge grin on his face)
Cheerleader Melissa: It's ice milk. It's not as bad as ice cream. It's still yummy. You want a bowl?
Slaughter: No, thank you. I have something that I need to do. But, I might have some later, tho. Okay?
Cheerleader Melissa: Okay.
(Mini Ace gobbles down his portion of the ice milk. Slaughter walks to Mini Ace, to playfully pat on top of his head, Mini Ace grabs the container of ice milk and begins to growl, snarl, and snap at Slaughter. As Ace walks away, Mini Ace continues to snarl, growl and snap at anyone that got less than a foot away from him. Ace walks into his den-like room, grabbing Camera-Dude on the way. Slaughter had previously put up camouflage netting and large camouflage sheets up, as a background. Slaughter had taken a shower and changed into all camouflage gear. That would include a camo shirt, camo trousers, and mask. His boots, gloves, and the tape for his hands and wrists are black. With a not so friendly stern look, on his face, Slaughter gives Camera-Dude the cue to start taping...)
Slaughter: As you can see, I am dressed for battle. D-Day and Anthrax, just a few days away, on Friday the thirteenth, we will engage in battle. I have seen that my last statement has been unanswered. Is that because of cowardice?? Hmmm?!? Coming from Anthrax, I assume that kind of behavior, but not from you, D-Day!! You, of all people, I assume, would appreciate war and battle!!! But, still, NO RESPONSE. But, that's okay. It just proves what I have been thinking of you and that low-life Anthrax. Both are cowards!!! Now, I wouldn't be surprised, if I ended up putting my own foot, in my mouth, if I ended up hearing a response from ewither of you. But, again, that's okay!! Why? Because, it doesn't matter. I'm still gonna kick both of your asses, anyway!!! It won't matter what comes out of your mouths, it will be moot!!! Your destiny is etched in stone. I have seen the future, well the not so far future. Well, it's more like a foregone conclusion. I will be victorious!! And D-Day will be still wallowing around in his lifelong sorrow and Anthrax will slink back into the T.O.T!! Maybe the new "destiny" that I feel that I need to follow, has embraced me, down deep into my soul. That said vision has given me a new outlook in my career. With that said, D-Day and Anthrax I hope you are getting ready, getting prepared for XIII!! It's THE pay per view, of the year!!! I am gonna show the entire wrestling world, that I am more superior than you two!!! After XIII, I will have a new target in sight!!! And after Slam, everyone will know who my new target will be!! Always remember, it doesn't matter if you like me or you don't like me, D-Day and Anthrax will have no choice BUT to respect me, because I'm on my way to a new destiny!!! D-Day and Anthrax, I hope you two are gonna be ready... MY GOD, I HOPE YOU TWO ARE GONNA BE READY FOR XIII, because.... I WILL BE!!!!
(Ace Slaughter grabs for the camera, and puts his massive hand over the camera lens.)
