Post by darkprophet on Jan 24, 2006 23:25:17 GMT -5
*The camera comes in to a racetrack, the cars are all gone, it is night........but the noise of a single engine is heard.........the camera moves to the pits.......where a single light is overhead of a single, black car.......the car is a Mazda RX-7.....a turbo charged, nitro ignited engine, a street racer. Dark Prophet is sitting in the driver's seat, relaxed, laying his body back on the "rape seats" as they are almost horizontal. Prophet's cold eyes are closed, as he is most likely taking a rest, but they open, wide.......revealing the cold locked behind the eyelids. Prophet sits up, almost like a man rising from the grave. Prophet looks into the camera, then gestures to the pack to his right, a bottle of Nitrus oxide.......Prophet takes a sticker and places it on the tank, the sticker reads "Nate's Nitro". Prophet then begins to slowly release the gas, the vaporous smoke slowly rising up and out of the passenger's seat and the passenger window. Prophet looks toward the camera with a smirk, Prophet begins to speak, his cold voice filling the air.*
Dark Prophet: Nate.......this isn't the first time we've met........
I remember you well, Nate.......a great athelete, but with far too many times that he's let down both the fans and the owners of federations..........and this one, well, he doesn't like your lack of enthusiasm for work.......
Nate, this nitrus will slowly drain out......much like your career on Sunday's show, you aren't going to have much left when you take on "The Dark One" and I am a master of Hardcore.......A GOD of Hardcore..... [/color]
*Prophet looks to the container, he pulls out a lighter, and ignites it, placing it near the valve, but nothing happens, the very explosive Nitros is no longer there. Prophet laughs, meniachally......and he begins to speak again.*
Dark Prophet: You see, Nate, it's already gone, just a few moments and it's been spent.......every last bit of it is gone......and you, Nate.......are like this bottle, you will be nothing but a bottle of nothing after I finish you on Sunday. I will make sure that I am the man who is the New Hardcore Champion. It took Logan TWO times to take me out of War.......he had to literally kill me, and kill me again to keep me down for the three count.
You see, it's impossible to take me out, he had to work with everyone there at the time to take me down. I am not able to be beaten by one alone, but many.....I am a monster of a man.
This Hardcore Legend will take you on Sunday, Nate.......and you will run out of Nitro......Nytro. You will be nothing, you will be air, and I will walk out the Hardcore Champion and you'll be lucky to walk out. [/color]
*Prophet rips out the nitro container and smashes the camera, ending transmission*
Dark Prophet: Nate.......this isn't the first time we've met........
I remember you well, Nate.......a great athelete, but with far too many times that he's let down both the fans and the owners of federations..........and this one, well, he doesn't like your lack of enthusiasm for work.......
Nate, this nitrus will slowly drain out......much like your career on Sunday's show, you aren't going to have much left when you take on "The Dark One" and I am a master of Hardcore.......A GOD of Hardcore..... [/color]
*Prophet looks to the container, he pulls out a lighter, and ignites it, placing it near the valve, but nothing happens, the very explosive Nitros is no longer there. Prophet laughs, meniachally......and he begins to speak again.*
Dark Prophet: You see, Nate, it's already gone, just a few moments and it's been spent.......every last bit of it is gone......and you, Nate.......are like this bottle, you will be nothing but a bottle of nothing after I finish you on Sunday. I will make sure that I am the man who is the New Hardcore Champion. It took Logan TWO times to take me out of War.......he had to literally kill me, and kill me again to keep me down for the three count.
You see, it's impossible to take me out, he had to work with everyone there at the time to take me down. I am not able to be beaten by one alone, but many.....I am a monster of a man.
This Hardcore Legend will take you on Sunday, Nate.......and you will run out of Nitro......Nytro. You will be nothing, you will be air, and I will walk out the Hardcore Champion and you'll be lucky to walk out. [/color]
*Prophet rips out the nitro container and smashes the camera, ending transmission*
