Post by travissmith on Jul 10, 2009 10:26:13 GMT -5
Grainy black and white footage rolls from Unfinished Business
TJ quickly rolls away from the tacks. His back is bloody but he doesn’t seem to be phased too much by it. He grabs another handful of tacks and waits for Travis…THIS TIME HE LOCKS IN A TALON WITH A HANDFUL OF TACKS!!!
Monroe: This could be it! The Talon with tacks!
Henley: Travis’ face is already bleeding but now you can see the blood coming from inside his mouth from the tacks. He can’t even tap or submit, he is in a real bad place right now.
Nothing can help Travis and eventually he fades into unconsciousness. The referee checks on Travis and finally deems he is unable to continue and calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Monroe: The referee has stopped this contest! That is the only other option to win a Gladiator match besides a knockout!
The footage continues before a small hole appears and burns through, the shot is now on a small farm, peaceful and serene. The building old and neglected, shutters hanging by nails, paint peeling and windows broken. The sky remains a mystery as you can’t tell whether or not it’s going to rain. The yards are overgrown and seem to be taking on a mind of their own. An old John Deere laid to rest years ago now sits in torment by a nearly destroyed barbed wire fence. A crunch of glass causes the camera to pan around to it’s right and sees a figure walking out of the barn. A black hooded sweatshirt with the hood up over the head, jeans and black boots. Yet something remains odd about the figure as if this is not the person we were expecting. As he comes closer into view you can spot something different about him. A black mask is covering his face, black with hints of red by his mouth and around his eyes, a ghostly image of blood. His voice speaks slow and methodically, and you know that this is who we are looking for, but why the mask?
So you got your closed door TJ, you put me down and out and left me in a bad way. Hell it was only a couple stitches here and a couple stitches there. But in a real sick way, I loved tasting the blood, and you TJ never got me to give up, it was the referee who made that choice for you. But does it make you feel better now TJ? That you laid to rest an oh so terrible time of your life. You may think that you have won, but this war is far from over.
He adjusts the mask around his face, possibly to hide the scars of battle or something more?
So what now? Another CWF guy who has made a big return and now wants to build their own legacy by beating me? Or Kevin do you have skeletons in your closet too? Are you like TJ and your therapist told you to avenge all the wrongs of your past. If you want to do that Kevin then go sit on a couch and talk it over with Dr. Strangelove. I got better things to do then play psychoanalyst. But Kevin, if you are going to come to this big show, arrive on the scene and ready to play then so be it.
He moves almost like a shadow as the black clouds begin to form, a few rumbles of thunder in the far distance. He lays a hand on the last strand of the barbed wire fence, brushing his fingers along the barbs, a smile dances on his face, a smile not seen in years….sick, sadistic, confident and twisted all in one.
Blame TJ for what is about to be unleashed Kevin. It’s far worse when I’m like this, than when I’m not. The fun loving and just doing this for his best friend guy is gone. What remains is that one part of me that I created out of necessity. The Dark Soul has returned, and at WrestleLution, he will be unleashed. And may God have mercy on your souls……..
The camera pans around to his back, the hood from the sweatshirt still up over his head, the mask hiding something or meaning something more is still there. His fingers continue to brush the barbed wire as the shot moves in on a close up of them. Small drops of blood are forming but he doesn’t seem to care or to notice. Another rumble of thunder this time closer by is all that we hear before black……..
…….To be continued
TJ quickly rolls away from the tacks. His back is bloody but he doesn’t seem to be phased too much by it. He grabs another handful of tacks and waits for Travis…THIS TIME HE LOCKS IN A TALON WITH A HANDFUL OF TACKS!!!
Monroe: This could be it! The Talon with tacks!
Henley: Travis’ face is already bleeding but now you can see the blood coming from inside his mouth from the tacks. He can’t even tap or submit, he is in a real bad place right now.
Nothing can help Travis and eventually he fades into unconsciousness. The referee checks on Travis and finally deems he is unable to continue and calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Monroe: The referee has stopped this contest! That is the only other option to win a Gladiator match besides a knockout!
The footage continues before a small hole appears and burns through, the shot is now on a small farm, peaceful and serene. The building old and neglected, shutters hanging by nails, paint peeling and windows broken. The sky remains a mystery as you can’t tell whether or not it’s going to rain. The yards are overgrown and seem to be taking on a mind of their own. An old John Deere laid to rest years ago now sits in torment by a nearly destroyed barbed wire fence. A crunch of glass causes the camera to pan around to it’s right and sees a figure walking out of the barn. A black hooded sweatshirt with the hood up over the head, jeans and black boots. Yet something remains odd about the figure as if this is not the person we were expecting. As he comes closer into view you can spot something different about him. A black mask is covering his face, black with hints of red by his mouth and around his eyes, a ghostly image of blood. His voice speaks slow and methodically, and you know that this is who we are looking for, but why the mask?
So you got your closed door TJ, you put me down and out and left me in a bad way. Hell it was only a couple stitches here and a couple stitches there. But in a real sick way, I loved tasting the blood, and you TJ never got me to give up, it was the referee who made that choice for you. But does it make you feel better now TJ? That you laid to rest an oh so terrible time of your life. You may think that you have won, but this war is far from over.
He adjusts the mask around his face, possibly to hide the scars of battle or something more?
So what now? Another CWF guy who has made a big return and now wants to build their own legacy by beating me? Or Kevin do you have skeletons in your closet too? Are you like TJ and your therapist told you to avenge all the wrongs of your past. If you want to do that Kevin then go sit on a couch and talk it over with Dr. Strangelove. I got better things to do then play psychoanalyst. But Kevin, if you are going to come to this big show, arrive on the scene and ready to play then so be it.
He moves almost like a shadow as the black clouds begin to form, a few rumbles of thunder in the far distance. He lays a hand on the last strand of the barbed wire fence, brushing his fingers along the barbs, a smile dances on his face, a smile not seen in years….sick, sadistic, confident and twisted all in one.
Blame TJ for what is about to be unleashed Kevin. It’s far worse when I’m like this, than when I’m not. The fun loving and just doing this for his best friend guy is gone. What remains is that one part of me that I created out of necessity. The Dark Soul has returned, and at WrestleLution, he will be unleashed. And may God have mercy on your souls……..
The camera pans around to his back, the hood from the sweatshirt still up over his head, the mask hiding something or meaning something more is still there. His fingers continue to brush the barbed wire as the shot moves in on a close up of them. Small drops of blood are forming but he doesn’t seem to care or to notice. Another rumble of thunder this time closer by is all that we hear before black……..
…….To be continued