Post by The Plague on Oct 30, 2005 19:55:33 GMT -5
Fade in on THE PLAGUE, sitting in the same bar as his promo from a couple days ago. He's throwing darts with his right hand, and drinking beer in his left hand. On the television, THE DRAGON'S latest promo is playing.
Hey! Turn that crap off over there! There's gotta be some REAL hockey on or something!
THE PLAGUE tosses a dart, getting 17. While throwing, he starts talking to the camera. His voice is mocking and arrogant.
I think it's time I introduce THE WELSH DRAGON to some REAL hockey. It's called NHL, and my New York Rangers are going all the way to the Stanley Cup this year. What the hell do you welsh play for? A case of guiness? Whatever. DRAGON, you've got about a day left to do the right thing, hop on the plane back to your drunken island and NOT get the beating of your life courtesy of THE PLAGUE. You want to talk about violence? Violence is going to be when THE PLAGUE looks over your broken, beaten body. He's going to listen to you beg for mercy, beg for him to pin you and end the massacre. But you're out of luck, DRAGON, because THE BLACK DEATH spares nobody! Violence is what's going to happen when the NAPW sees what it's like with THE PLAGUE as their champion and start fearing for their very lives!
The Plague goes over the dartboard and pulls out his darts. He takes a big swig of his beer and then looks right at the camera. He laughs, hard.
Oh yeah, that's what it's gonna be! 2005: YEAR OF THE PLAGUE! What I'm going to do to you on the way to my NAPW championship, DRAGON, is going to be needless, vicious, sudden and very, very violent! So before you're out of the airport, think real hard, and remember that THE PLAGUE can't be stopped by quarantine, vaccination or anti-dote! The next NAPW Champion? You're looking at him, baby! Now get out of my face, kid, ya bother me!
THE PLAGUE puts his hand over the camera and shakes it. When the cameraman refocuses, THE PLAGUE is walking out the door.
Hey! Turn that crap off over there! There's gotta be some REAL hockey on or something!
THE PLAGUE tosses a dart, getting 17. While throwing, he starts talking to the camera. His voice is mocking and arrogant.
I think it's time I introduce THE WELSH DRAGON to some REAL hockey. It's called NHL, and my New York Rangers are going all the way to the Stanley Cup this year. What the hell do you welsh play for? A case of guiness? Whatever. DRAGON, you've got about a day left to do the right thing, hop on the plane back to your drunken island and NOT get the beating of your life courtesy of THE PLAGUE. You want to talk about violence? Violence is going to be when THE PLAGUE looks over your broken, beaten body. He's going to listen to you beg for mercy, beg for him to pin you and end the massacre. But you're out of luck, DRAGON, because THE BLACK DEATH spares nobody! Violence is what's going to happen when the NAPW sees what it's like with THE PLAGUE as their champion and start fearing for their very lives!
The Plague goes over the dartboard and pulls out his darts. He takes a big swig of his beer and then looks right at the camera. He laughs, hard.
Oh yeah, that's what it's gonna be! 2005: YEAR OF THE PLAGUE! What I'm going to do to you on the way to my NAPW championship, DRAGON, is going to be needless, vicious, sudden and very, very violent! So before you're out of the airport, think real hard, and remember that THE PLAGUE can't be stopped by quarantine, vaccination or anti-dote! The next NAPW Champion? You're looking at him, baby! Now get out of my face, kid, ya bother me!
THE PLAGUE puts his hand over the camera and shakes it. When the cameraman refocuses, THE PLAGUE is walking out the door.