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A trip of the minds... |
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fades in outside the DCW Arena, where Monday Night Mindtrip will be
held. A black '87 pickup truck pulls up outside, next to some executive
limos and a number of high priced sports cars belonging to some of the
DCW Roster. The door of the rusty old truck opens as a tall man climbs
out. He has, around his waist two large belts on top of each other. What
looks to be gold glistens in the sunlight as the man heads inside. Once
inside, we can see that the man is wearing a beige pair of jeans, and a
Staind T-Shirt, and a black gymbag slung over his shoulder. As he turns
around to face the camera, the man we now see is one of the more psychologically
dangerous members of the DCW, one of the master technicians of the US
Circuit, the "Hitman", the "Assassin"...the XFWF
Heavyweight Champion, the DCW North American Champion, the "Lone
Gunman", John Taylor! Taylor stares at the camera, and with the
crack of a sadistic smile, he begins to speak.}
Taylor: So the time has come, yet again the suits of the DCW use their talent, just like myself to put out a television broadcast to earn them more money than before. So how better to cash in the big bucks than by having a big 6 man Main Event, and not only that, why not feature the World Champion of DCW, Justin Sharp, the IC Champ of DCW Ice, and the Lone Gunman, the man who holds not only DCW's petty North American Championship, but also the top prize in XFWF, the belt that was disgraced so long ago by punks like Justin Sharp. But these two pieces of gold, mere jewellery just go to show that one person is better than another....but what is that? Compared to the feeling you get when you hear your opponents wail and scream and wail and cry and boo and hoo and tip and tap at the jaws of Silence? The feeling when you feel the pain that you are inflicting on some no-name DCWer. {Taylor takes a step back and looks around the lobby of the massive building. He takes a deep breath as he heads to an information rack on a side wall. He surveys some photos from the old DCW, of Justin Sharp defeating Nick Green for the World Title, of Alex Demonye announcing himself as new president.} Taylor: Oh...how amusing, "The Bee's Knees", "Mr. Perfect", Justin Sharp wins his stupid little title. Who gives a shit? He has defended it like what...NEVER??? This guy is a disgrace to the wrestling industry, sure he's a great role model, I mean beating up you wife and distancing yourself from everyone is great for kids. {Pauses for a moment} Seriously, it is, I've been doing it for years...not that it matters...once Sharp does anything its automatically original, it's automatically Justin Sharp's catchphrase, his move, his gimmick...his dumb everything!!! Justin Sharp is nothing more than a pest, a rodent, a loud mouthed vermon, just waiting to be silenced on Monday Night. Sharp claims to have a "DaRk SiDe", a mean streak...well Justin...I have my ability, the Silencer, and my weapon of choice... {Taylor sets his bag on the ground, unzips it and pulls out a kendo stick. He holds it up in front of his face, and stares at it for a moment, before starting to wave it around in a flurry, then stops still.} Taylor: Did you see that Kid Junior? That is just a taster, just a morsel of what is in store for you at DaRk SiDe. This PPV is being marketed to show everyone's true dark side...and I know yours Kid, I know your deep, dark secret, your Dark Side. We all know how you are a big face and all that, a fan favourite, but is that the real Kid Junior? Noooo....it's not, is it? You know you were one of the major players, but not any more, when the old DCW Died, so did a bit of you. You were on a roll, but it all came to an end, and you hated it. You hated DCW, you hated the fans and you hated yourself for hating it all. Hate is a strong word Kiddo, never stop believing that, because the target is locked, and the moment, no...the Second you let down your guard Little Boy, THE GUNMAN WILL STRIKE!!! {Taylor strikes his kendo stick at the camera as the scene fades out.} |
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Word Count: 755 {Sorry its short} |
