Post by The Plague on Nov 27, 2005 12:40:17 GMT -5
[The camera flicks on. Sunday morning hangover special at The Druid, Steak & Eggs and a half pint. Of course, it's Grey Cup Sunday, so the place is already half-packed with rabid Eskimos fans. Of course, Plague's from New York. Nonetheless!]
Canada's Superbowl, eh? Well, if The Eskimos win their Grey Cup and The Plague retakes his title, then Edmonton will once again be the 'City Of Champions'. And since both are looking likely...
[Plague smirks, taking a draught of his beer. His smirk is wider than normal, his eyes gleaming.]
So I've been watching the television, catching up on the rest of the NAPW in my downtime... place is hopping. Rex Caliber looks good that Battle Royale, but I gotta say this "Storm" team seems to have potential. They at least have the good taste to be disgusted by the current champ. I mean, when I'm the champ they'd better think twice about trying to hold 'all the gold.' Tempest, Thunder, listen good: You can have the tag belts, you can have the TV belt and the Provincial Belt, but the NAPW Championship is MINE. And mine alone.
Now D!, like I say, I've been watching the television. Quite the little series you've got going on here. In celebration of Bret Hart's new DVD release, the 'Five Moves Of Doom', trademark NetCop! Pretty interesting tv. Get the fans into you. And hey, I at least *appreciate* that thought goes into your move set. Tradition, reverence, homage. I appreciate that.
[Plague flashes a cheesy grin to the camera.]
I mean, thank GOD you don't use a. a chokeslam, b. an enziguri, c. powerbomb, or d. the spear. RIGHT NAPW? RIGHT? WE WOULDN'T THOSE MOVES TO LOSE ALL MEANING BECAUSE EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER IS USING THEM, NOW WOULD WE?
[Hm. Seems a bit miffed.]
As I was saying, great series D!. Good teevee. Except one little thing. And I'm really almost shocked. See, kid, at first I thought it was some trick, but I HONESTLY don't think you've even realized what you're doing....
[Plague leans close to the camera and whispers.]
Like giving away every single advantage you might have had.
[He leans back, looking almost puzzled. Almost. Except that he's mocking.]
Oh, I'm sure you've got another five moves you want to 'spring' on me at the supercard, D!. I've been in the ring with you TWICE singles, once in a tag match. I've studied. I've learned a lot about you, kid, some the hard way, some through research. And now? You're just *giving* me the rest of the ammo I need. It doesn't matter if you change your moveset drastically at the Supercard, D! - I've got your number. Not only are you revealing what your moves do, how you use them, and all the physical side of it, you've told us WHY you use them. Emotionally, sentimentally, practically, logically. D!...I know how you think. I know how you operate. It doesn't matter what new moves you pull out...because I know the hows and whys. And because of that, I can anticipate you like I anticipate the New York Jets having a crap season. If I was inside your head before... then now I'm Chuck Xavier and you're Magneto without his helmet.
[Plague throws his napkin down across his plate and pushes it to the edge of the table. Straight up. He's waiting. Silent, smirking.]
You're done, D!. Enjoy the last few days with my belt. There's no cure for The Plague... but there sure as hell is a solution to a puzzle named D!.
[Smirk.]
Five days, kid. See ya around.
[Lights down. GREY CUP.]
Canada's Superbowl, eh? Well, if The Eskimos win their Grey Cup and The Plague retakes his title, then Edmonton will once again be the 'City Of Champions'. And since both are looking likely...
[Plague smirks, taking a draught of his beer. His smirk is wider than normal, his eyes gleaming.]
So I've been watching the television, catching up on the rest of the NAPW in my downtime... place is hopping. Rex Caliber looks good that Battle Royale, but I gotta say this "Storm" team seems to have potential. They at least have the good taste to be disgusted by the current champ. I mean, when I'm the champ they'd better think twice about trying to hold 'all the gold.' Tempest, Thunder, listen good: You can have the tag belts, you can have the TV belt and the Provincial Belt, but the NAPW Championship is MINE. And mine alone.
Now D!, like I say, I've been watching the television. Quite the little series you've got going on here. In celebration of Bret Hart's new DVD release, the 'Five Moves Of Doom', trademark NetCop! Pretty interesting tv. Get the fans into you. And hey, I at least *appreciate* that thought goes into your move set. Tradition, reverence, homage. I appreciate that.
[Plague flashes a cheesy grin to the camera.]
I mean, thank GOD you don't use a. a chokeslam, b. an enziguri, c. powerbomb, or d. the spear. RIGHT NAPW? RIGHT? WE WOULDN'T THOSE MOVES TO LOSE ALL MEANING BECAUSE EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER IS USING THEM, NOW WOULD WE?
[Hm. Seems a bit miffed.]
As I was saying, great series D!. Good teevee. Except one little thing. And I'm really almost shocked. See, kid, at first I thought it was some trick, but I HONESTLY don't think you've even realized what you're doing....
[Plague leans close to the camera and whispers.]
Like giving away every single advantage you might have had.
[He leans back, looking almost puzzled. Almost. Except that he's mocking.]
Oh, I'm sure you've got another five moves you want to 'spring' on me at the supercard, D!. I've been in the ring with you TWICE singles, once in a tag match. I've studied. I've learned a lot about you, kid, some the hard way, some through research. And now? You're just *giving* me the rest of the ammo I need. It doesn't matter if you change your moveset drastically at the Supercard, D! - I've got your number. Not only are you revealing what your moves do, how you use them, and all the physical side of it, you've told us WHY you use them. Emotionally, sentimentally, practically, logically. D!...I know how you think. I know how you operate. It doesn't matter what new moves you pull out...because I know the hows and whys. And because of that, I can anticipate you like I anticipate the New York Jets having a crap season. If I was inside your head before... then now I'm Chuck Xavier and you're Magneto without his helmet.
[Plague throws his napkin down across his plate and pushes it to the edge of the table. Straight up. He's waiting. Silent, smirking.]
You're done, D!. Enjoy the last few days with my belt. There's no cure for The Plague... but there sure as hell is a solution to a puzzle named D!.
[Smirk.]
Five days, kid. See ya around.
[Lights down. GREY CUP.]