Post by The Plague on Oct 27, 2005 9:32:27 GMT -5
The scene begins with an empty gym locker room. THE PLAGUE walks in, still sweaty from his work-out. He harshly YANKS his gym bag out of a locker and grabs a towel to dry himself off...
Yeah, that's right, look at this NAPW! The muscle. The power. The chiselled and awesome form that is...me. [/i]Plague smirks and poses for the camera.[/i] You see this? This is 100% New York City ass-kicking. And yet who does the NAPW have as "competition" for the NAPW Championship? A five foot NOTHING, 200 pound weakling named the WELSH DRAGON. Come on! Give me something here! I'm not just THE PLAGUE. I'm six-foot five, two-hundred seventy-nine POUNDS of pure Plague power!
The Plague power flexes into the camera.
You think you're clever DRAGON? "Little COLD in life we make mistakes this is one of yours." You want to talk about making mistakes? You made a mistake thinking you got the antidote to this sickness. But that wasn't your first mistake! Your first mistake was getting on faxing that signed contract back to the NAPW heads from Cardiff! Plague suddenly relaxes, chuckling.
Hey, but you don't have to worry about making mistakes anymore, DRAGON. Because your next mistake --- stepping into the ring with ME --- will be your LAST mistake! No quarantine, vaccination or antidote is going to stop THE PLAGUE from becoming the first NAPW CHAMPION! Plague chucks his towel over the camera lens.
Yeah, that's right, look at this NAPW! The muscle. The power. The chiselled and awesome form that is...me. [/i]Plague smirks and poses for the camera.[/i] You see this? This is 100% New York City ass-kicking. And yet who does the NAPW have as "competition" for the NAPW Championship? A five foot NOTHING, 200 pound weakling named the WELSH DRAGON. Come on! Give me something here! I'm not just THE PLAGUE. I'm six-foot five, two-hundred seventy-nine POUNDS of pure Plague power!
The Plague power flexes into the camera.
You think you're clever DRAGON? "Little COLD in life we make mistakes this is one of yours." You want to talk about making mistakes? You made a mistake thinking you got the antidote to this sickness. But that wasn't your first mistake! Your first mistake was getting on faxing that signed contract back to the NAPW heads from Cardiff! Plague suddenly relaxes, chuckling.
Hey, but you don't have to worry about making mistakes anymore, DRAGON. Because your next mistake --- stepping into the ring with ME --- will be your LAST mistake! No quarantine, vaccination or antidote is going to stop THE PLAGUE from becoming the first NAPW CHAMPION! Plague chucks his towel over the camera lens.