Post by Torture on Feb 24, 2006 18:06:32 GMT -5
- Dark. All black. Can't see anything.
- A voice that sounds like Kurtis Victory's.
KV: Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, But cursed be he that moves my bones..
- A light comes on. Kurtis Victory is standing there in all black. His white eyeballs, and white teeth are only standing out due to his black skin, black clothes, and completely black room. His right hand however is up in the air, still holding onto the string, thats attached to the light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
KV: Havock. You talk about building my Dynasty in WCF? Excuse me? How many history lessons do I have to teach you, before you understand that no one built me, but myself. Dynasty? I am a god damn Dynasty. When Torture was putting titles around his waist, and putting names on shelves, I was keeping him focused, I was his frame of mind. I was assisting Torture in whatever needed to be done. What was the result? Him being the greatest Hardcore Champion in the history of WCF, and probably the second best wrestler in the world.
Now. Fast forward to now. I'm the best Television Champion, and the only Television Champion that will have no problem going into that ring on Sunday, and pinning you, in an all out war, to keep this gold around my waist. I'm a god damn Dynasty, Havock. A mother fu.... This sunday, Havock I will pin your shoulders to the mat. One. Two. Three. It's over. Done. The end. I will walk in, and walk out of the ring. According to my game plan, I should have no problem handeling both cases of business I have this sunday. Pinning you the mat, and then handeling someting else, that needs to be taken care of, because Havock, I must say, you've made me think about my WCF career, and I will have to make a slight change this Sunday.
- Kurtis Victory turns out the light, again. Total darkness.
KV: This sunday, in front of thousands of people. I will lay you to rest, Havock, and on your tombstone, it will read.. "Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, But cursed be he that moves my bones..."
- A voice that sounds like Kurtis Victory's.
KV: Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, But cursed be he that moves my bones..
- A light comes on. Kurtis Victory is standing there in all black. His white eyeballs, and white teeth are only standing out due to his black skin, black clothes, and completely black room. His right hand however is up in the air, still holding onto the string, thats attached to the light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
KV: Havock. You talk about building my Dynasty in WCF? Excuse me? How many history lessons do I have to teach you, before you understand that no one built me, but myself. Dynasty? I am a god damn Dynasty. When Torture was putting titles around his waist, and putting names on shelves, I was keeping him focused, I was his frame of mind. I was assisting Torture in whatever needed to be done. What was the result? Him being the greatest Hardcore Champion in the history of WCF, and probably the second best wrestler in the world.
Now. Fast forward to now. I'm the best Television Champion, and the only Television Champion that will have no problem going into that ring on Sunday, and pinning you, in an all out war, to keep this gold around my waist. I'm a god damn Dynasty, Havock. A mother fu.... This sunday, Havock I will pin your shoulders to the mat. One. Two. Three. It's over. Done. The end. I will walk in, and walk out of the ring. According to my game plan, I should have no problem handeling both cases of business I have this sunday. Pinning you the mat, and then handeling someting else, that needs to be taken care of, because Havock, I must say, you've made me think about my WCF career, and I will have to make a slight change this Sunday.
- Kurtis Victory turns out the light, again. Total darkness.
KV: This sunday, in front of thousands of people. I will lay you to rest, Havock, and on your tombstone, it will read.. "Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, But cursed be he that moves my bones..."
