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| The Rule Administrator; Orion asks for Malicious | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 25 2005, 12:05 PM (52 Views) | |
| Craig | Jan 25 2005, 12:05 PM Post #1 |
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The World Champion Orion Oldriod is sat backstage in his locker room after a shower, wearing just a towel tied around his waist as Phil Atio walks in. Orion: Hey! Don’t you knock? Phil: Sorry Orion, Mr. Manson told me that you wanted to see me urgently. Oldriod picks up his World title belt and places it delicately on his shoulder, allowing Phil to admire it for a moment. Orion: You’ve heard that I am the Rule Administrator for Thursday’s number one contendership match between Ragin’ and Marc Malicious? Phil: Yes I heard, what about it? Orion: I need you to do me a favour. Phil: Sure. Orion: Go and find Marc Malicious, tell him to come to my locker room because I need to have a chat with him regarding the match. Phil: Ok, not a problem. Atio exits hastily to find Malicious as Orion picks up his clothes. He begins to put on his solid gold watch as we fade out… [align=center]<FADE OUT>[/align] |
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| thatdamnunstoppable23 | Jan 25 2005, 01:26 PM Post #2 |
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**Phil scampers off in search of Malicious, moving hastily down a corridor. He turns a corner and slams straight into someone else. Phil stumbles backwards, looking up while the other person is barely phased by the collision. Before he can mutter a word, a large hand comes and and slams Phil against the wall. His eyes widen in fear as Ragin's face moves to within inches of his own, a thick arm barring any movement.** Ragin': "Now, now, where could Manson's lapdog be off in such a hurry? I truely hope that there's nothing underhand going on in preparation for this week's main event. That would be... unfortunate.." **Phil tries to squirm against the pressure that holds him in place but to no avail. Ragin' grins from ear to ear, tightening his hold.** Ragin': "Before I let you go, I have a little message you can deliver for ME. You can tell Jack Manson, you can tell Orion Oldriod, whatever they have planned, whatever they're scheming.. it's not going to work. Orion cost me the match last week so you can bet I owe him one, so he'd better keep his nose in line this week." **Ragin' relaxes his grip and Phil manages to squeeze himself free, brushing himself down.** Ragin': "Oh, and one more thing... no matter what the result of the match this week, Orion had better run his ass to the back once that bell rings and my name is announced victorious. I'll administer a few... 'rules' of my own." **Ragin' watches Phil depart, glancing back over his shoulder once or twice, resuming his search for Malicious.** |
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| Marc991 | Jan 26 2005, 09:44 PM Post #3 |
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Phil Atio rushes into the Genocide locker room as if he owned the place and there, with his back to the door, is Marc Malicious. Phil is about to speak but Malicious beats him to it. MM-Good afternoon Phillip, glad to see you've barged into my locker room. Phil looks a little confused that Marc knew who he was before even turning, but he speaks anyway. PA-Mr. Malicious, Mr. Oldriod would like to speak with you regarding the number one contender's match this week... MM-Why Phillip? So he can tell me why I won't win? So he can give me the layout of his plan to screw me over and allow that old fart Ragin' to become number one contender? No Phil, really, tell me why? PA-I'm not sure...all I know is... MM-All you know is that somehow, some way, somebody is going to cost me my chance to be world champion. It could be Ragin's ass buddy Hutch, could be Jack-off Manson, could be Orion, Bane Security, Martyn Maivia, Nightmare, hell it could be ol' GW Bush! Everyone is trying to keep me from winning the ultimate prize but all their efforts are futile. I am sick and tired of walking on egg shells, trying not to offend certain people because they control whether or not I walk out champion. From here on in, it is I who controls my own destiny. This Thursday dawns the Malicious era and no talk with Orion will change that. If he wants to talk to me so badly, he can come here. That way at least I know there is no ambush waiting for me. Run along Phillip, go tell Orion to wipe the white stuff off his chin, get off his knees and get Jack Manson to zip up his fly. If he wants to talk with me, he can just as well walk his ass to this locker room. Phil knows Orion will be mad when he hears this, but Malicious is already irritated and after the screw job he helped with last week against Malicious, he's lucky he isn't in a body bag. He scurries from the room as the camera cuts to Orion. |
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