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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 18 2005, 03:02 PM (62 Views) | |
| Triadred | Feb 18 2005, 03:02 PM Post #1 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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Shawn Ayres stands by backstage following a mind blowing match. He looks into the camera with a slack jawed expression, his stogey teasing to fall from it's dangling dip on the edge of his lip. The stubble all around Shawns mouth is multi-colored..as in grey, white, black and some red...but it cold be food, and the "You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're ugly" black t-shirt he has on isn't really on at all as it rides up his sweaty belly. Yes sir, Shawn is a disappointing site...but then the camera pans back. A shadow is cast upon Shawn. The hulking frame of the newest FIW rookie sensation, Prime, stands with awesome presence. And in Shawns presence, looks all the more massive...and hygenic. With both men standing side by side, they look very contrasting...all the same, Shawn has a job to do, so let's get it done. Shawn takes a slow puff off his cigar and looks over...and then up at Prime. SA-"Prime, you have gotta be stoked for this weeks Slam! card. I mean, it's your second show and you're up for the ECC! That's gotta be hardcore for a rookie, right?" As he speaks, a trail of cigar smoke wafts up Primes way. The fragrance hangs under Primes nose and the man reels a little, wrinkling his nose and momentarily glareing down at Shawn. P-"I'll chalk up all that noise you just made to a side bar question. Despite the fact that I wasn't realy listening, I'll answer a question none the less...the peoples question, and folks, you're god damn right I wont forget about Romeo Valentino and this supposed chair shot heard 'round the world. Rookie, veteran...it doesn't matter who Romeo thinks I am, the fact of the matter is he'll soon find out what I am and that's three hundred and ten pounds of pure muscle stacked near seven feet high. In lamans terms...I'm one jakked-up monster out for revenge!" A cheer of sorts goes up form the crowd filling the Elite Sports Complex as Prime sways from side to side, stewing in his own swelling energy. He has Shawns wrist firly gripped in his hand, forcing the mic to stay under his chin. P-"As for this week...me fighting for the ECC? Hell, a title shot is everything I deserve. Evan MacKinley...sorry son, but your luck as champ just ran out. Come Slam! I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take what's mine. It's nothing personal...it's just business. You may be a hungry man, Evan MacKinley, but I'm a starved freak, and when you're this desperate to satisfy a wild hunger there aint nothing gonna stand in my way. Not you...not anyone. So this is the way it's gonna be. Startnig with MacKinley, I'm gonna carve a path right through the Slam! roster right up until I meet Romeo Valentino..." The camera pans to Primes left, completely taking Shawn out of the picture. Prime smiles fiedishly at the camera and raises a steel chair with a huge dent in it. Prime slaps the chair two methodical times. "...and return the favor." Prime gears a sinister grin for the cameras fade, but just before it does, you hear Shawn pipe in with... SA-"You know, I use to lift weights myself..." *Fade* |
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