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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 22 2008, 03:37 AM (43 Views) | |
| Spann | Mar 22 2008, 03:37 AM Post #1 |
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I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
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The scene is simple. It is Nick Allen, his face filling our screen. He is filming this on some sort of amateur camera, possibly even his own camera phone. NA: So, Ash. You wait til you think its too late for me to retaliate. You think that if you drop your own particular bombshell late on at night that I won't be able to reply in time. That'd work on most chumps, i grant you. Nick Allen, however, ain't gonna fall for that. I'm an unblinking eye, Ash. I'm the dogshit on your shoe, the yeast infection on your hooker, that pain you just can't shake off. It doesn't matter that it took two people to pin you last week. It'll only take one on Sunday, and his name is Nick fucking Allen, and I ensure you, you'll be glad when it's over, and that's all you have to suffer. As far as your partner is concerned, I'd be shaking like a leaf if I knew that I had to team up with someone as delusional and... Well, lets be truthful, useless, as Tottington. The man doesn't even know what day of the week it is, nevermind how to actually take his opponents on. The boy's gonna get flattened, and all you can do is try and stay out the way when the Steamroller and the Sledgehammer get goin' and splatter you all over that ring. Still, at least I can now say you're all mouth and no trousers. At least you had the decency to say a word or two about the man who's gonna beat you into a thin paste come Sunday evening, and at least tried to pretend you have some kind of chance when we meet in the ring. You're admirable, if nothing else. See you in the ring. With that, Allen's face disappears, along with the rest of the scene. He has pressed the 'off' button on his handicam, and as a result, darkness prevails... End scene. |
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