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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 8 2005, 09:56 AM (38 Views) | |
| Craig | Apr 8 2005, 09:56 AM Post #1 |
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Outside the Millennium Dome it’s a bright and breezy morning. Traffic bustles on the large road to the right, people rush to work only feet from the very arena that this Sunday will host the jewel in the United Kingdom’s sporting calendar - Anarchy in the UK. On the other side of the Dome, the River Thames is calm and untouched. As we go closer we see a figure, a man sitting on one of the piers. His legs are dangling over the end with his feet almost touching the water. It’s Orion Oldriod, Slam! World Champion dressed in his usual loose-fitting shirt and jeans. His World title belt is on the wooden pier beside him as he stares up at the clear blue sky. Orion: Time is not something you can accelerate or slow down. Time is an intangible, you can’t change it. Even though it sometimes feels like it’s going slowly or quickly, it remains the same. But time is running out for you Nightmare. The time between you getting your shot at my belt and then failing in your quest. That period of time is coming to a close. He looks around, hardly a soul in sight but on the other side of the Dome hundreds of people are present but the peace remains uninterrupted for ‘The Oracle’. Orion: I hate them. I hate them all. These so-called ‘city-slickers’ with their coffee breaks, their Mercedes car to enhance their already-inflated egos, their meaningless jobs that contribute to meaningless lives. I hate the fact that my salary four years ago couldn’t pay for their pathetic little brats to go to boarding school. The country is becoming an elitist state, those who are rich get richer and those that are poor…they get poorer. There’s no Robin Hood here, this is real life. From behind Orion a clumsy set of footsteps approach, he doesn’t turn to look behind him. Instead Orion looks into the water to see the reflection of Shawn Ayres. Shawn: Orion, what are you doing? Orion still doesn’t look at him and Wheezy seems out of breath, not surprisingly. Orion: What do you want Ayres? Shawn: Jack asked me to keep an eye on you, as Anarchy in the UK approaches. Orion: Did he really… His attention is lost; he goes back to looking over to the other side of the river. There are more impressive buildings and roads, Orion frowns. Orion: Time…time is not something I want to talk about because time is running out for Nightmare. This is make or break for him come Sunday and he has to win. If he doesn’t then the next time he gets a shot will be a long time in the future, if he does then I’ll turn up to the very first Slam! after Anarchy in the UK and win it back off him without any of these ridiculous stipulations. Shawn: Are you ready then? Orion: I’ve been ready for a long, long time. Ever since I tapped out at his hands I’ve been waiting. Waiting for this chance, despite all those stipulations, rules and special referees…he’ll be in the ring with me, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He’s been living on borrowed time ever since that day, my time. He’s behind me… Shawn looks behind him but appears puzzled, there’s nobody there. Orion: Not right now. He’s behind me in that arena, preparing for our match and he should be. He’s going to have to prepare his ass off because like I said to his chum Jeff Noon, I have gained two falls in one night and in one match before. Has he? All he has got is the brawn, whereas I have the speed and the intelligence. He can bring his silver Olympic medal, I’ll bring my title gold to match it. Shawn: I saw him earlier in the ring… Orion: The World title is as good as his? I don’t think so. The title is mine until he beats me twice, which has never and will never happen. I’m too great to get beaten by a no-hoper like Nightmare. That’s not a threat or a guarantee…it’s a promise from ‘The Oracle’. Orion stands up and Shawn clambers to his feet behind him. Orion: You can take a break now Shawn, I don’t like being followed. Shawn: But Jack said I have to! Oldriod stands still, he places his hands on his hips before nodding to himself. Orion: All right, come on then. Shawn grins and steps up behind Orion but Oldriod blasts him with an elbow to the gut. Ayres doubles over holding his stomach, Orion grabs him and throws him into the Thames! Shawn comes back to the surface kicking and splashing, coughing and spluttering. Orion walks away now, leaving Shawn to struggle towards the bank. |
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