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| Oh, Danny Boy; The Strap, The Strap is Calling | |
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| Willie | Jan 17 2005, 04:56 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens with Nightmare in the back, the camera rotating around him eeeever so slowly like those cool promos do, and Nightmare has a rawhide strap in his hands that he is wrapping and unwrapping, as he speaks. "You call yourself the future, Hutch. You think you're the leader of the new generation of superstars here in FIW, and not a lot of people argue with ya, dude. But be that as it may, come Thursday this is what is waiting for you. It's not gonna BE a cakewalk like you think it is. Everybody thinks that they're gonna just waltz right on through and beat me easy, but every time the lights go up and the bell rings, they get the hell beaten out of them, win or not. Especially with these circumstances, Hutch. Leather strap match. I do hope you watched my last strap match with my smug bitch of a brother, Robert James, and watched how I turned his flesh to raw meat every time i whipped him with that belt, the same way I'm gonna do to you on Thursday." He continues to monkey with the strap as the camera finally stops rotating, and we can catch just the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "The fans love you, Hutch. Now they do, anyway, the same way they love me. And being fans of Thursday Slam!, they love seeing people beat the hell out of each other, especially their two favorite superstars when a leather strap is involved. So the way I see it, I think the fans are really going to enjoy us beating the shit out of one another on Thursday. Who's going to win? I can't say because, to be honest, Danny-boy, I don't have a clue. So, i guess, this Thursday you'd better bring your 'A' game, and prove to me you ARE the future. Because if you're not up to the test, I'm gonna beat you raw with that strap, chucko. And Martyn, you'd better be watching because once I'm done beating Hutch, I want you in that ring one more time with the International Title on the line, so you'd better be watching so you can see.." Nightmare tightens the strap with a loud SMACK. "What awaits you come the next time I come for that title. Be prepared, Hutch. Be prepared, Maivia. Because it's time for the both of you to know the true meaning...of extreme." With that, we fade on Nightmare's intense stare. |
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| Hutch | Jan 18 2005, 01:43 PM Post #2 |
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The fade re-opens, only this time we are in a different locker room, with Hutch sitting on a steel chair. He grins and spreads his arms. Hutch: Greetings! So, this Thursday I'm being forced to compete in a Leather Strap match with a man I have no real problems with. I wonder, what is the sense of booking me in this match? Hutch taps his fingers on his chin, then stroking an imaginary beard. Hutch: It couldn't be...... Not to eliminate the two top contenders for the Slam International Championship? Well, whatever. Jack, if you and your close personal friend Martyn Maivia have some sort of plan, bring it! Hutch shrugs, and appears to be trying to calm himself down. He does so, and a grin breaks out on his face as he flicks his hair out of his eyes. Hutch: But I'm rolling off the point like a fat man off a lilo. So, this Thursday, The Crown Prince of Charisma, The Sultan of Slam, The Future of this Industry....... Will have to compete in a Leather Strap match for the first time ever, competing against a man who's lost more World championship matches than anyone else on the Slam roster. Not that that's a bad thing, he's obviously busted his ass to get those title shots. Nothing against Nightmare, but he just can't carry it at my level. Yeah, Nightmare, you've won a leather strap match before. But that was against your weed of a brother. I, however am a former World Champion, and once I win the International title, will become the first ever Grand Slam champion. I won the Extreme Chaos Championship the first time I tried. I won the Tag Team championships the first time ANE got a shot. I won the World Heavyweight Championship the first time I got a 1 on 1 shot. I won the first ever "The Test" match-up, beating the ENTIRE Slam Roster. Getting the point here, Nightmare? Hutch slouches in his chair, stretching his legs out. He yawns. Hutch: I'll win, because thats what I do. You can't beat something that has already won. Hutch pulls out of his slouch and leans forward right into the camera. Hutch: If not, I'll simplify things for you. Me *Hutch points to himself* Winner. You *Hutch points to the camera* Will lose. Hutch shrugs. Hutch: And that, my purple and black, no dress sense friend, isn't a guess. It isn't bravado. That! Is the Future. Hutch smiles, and pushes up out of the chair, leaving the screen. The camera zooms in on the chair where he was sitting, as the screen turns to black. |
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