Post by predator on Dec 15, 2005 22:55:09 GMT -5
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---We find orselves running through a dark and mysterious forest. The nearly black trees loom high over our heads, as we rampage between them. We turn a sharp right corner and find we are trapped behind a large wall of rocks. We turn around to try to turn back, but a large humanoid creature blocks our path. The moonlight behind it illuminates the frightening figure of the intruder, its large shadow reaching it's end at our feet. It lifts it's large gloved hand and knives protude out of his wrist. Apparently, one of us decides it is a joke. . .
"It's a joke..." he laughed, "it's all just one big--" The creature interrupts and we soon see why. We look down only to see the head of the obnoxious boy roll to a stop at our feet. Some of us scream, some of us are too afraid--or too shocked--to accept what had just happened, and some of us had already fainted. The large creature walks toward us slowly, knocking over the still standing headless body of the boy. We hear--well, most of us hear--a sickening, meniacle laughter as the creature leans his head back. The laughter stops, it's head is down, as we shudder with excrutiating fear that all of us are about to die. The creature lunges, his bladed arm outsretched---
---I wake up. I am safe in my desk at school. I am still in history class--boring sh*t, I must have fell asleep. My teacher, Mr. Sean, is still trying to explain to us Benjamin Franklin and his "wonderful" gift to the world; electricity. I decide it was all just a dream, so I decide to go back to sleep.
"Ahh, Kiaro," Mr. Sean addresses me with my full name. I hate it. "Please, stay with us..." He reaches for his forehead and pulls his face off? The man who once was my teacher, was wearing a mask. The person he really was had what appeared to be a very badly burned face. "...you will not enjoy your last moments if you sleep." He laughs meniacly. Not a familiar laugh, mind you, but at least not to me. I look around, but see no one. Not even my class mates.
Maybe it's a dream, I think to myself. It sure doesn't feel like a dream. The laughing stops. The locked classroom doorknob jiggles. "HELP!" I scream, thinking it might be another teacher. But the scarred man merely sneers at me and continues to laugh. At least until a huge knife-like object bursts through the knob, and the door is no longer locked. After a moment of silence the door swings open, but whoever--or whatever--wielded the blade appeared to have left. I am convinced, but I don't think the scarred man is. He keeps staring at the door as though he were waiting for something. I felt caught in some kind of battle. Or war. At last, in the doorway, a familiar figure appears. The creature from my dream! I scream, but neither of them pay any attention to me, whatsoever. The creaure and the man stare eachother down, as the scarred man puts on a black leather mask.
"You are messing with the teacher, now, my friend." says the man. The creature--I now know it to be a very large man, wearing a mask--makes no attempt to protest. The stare-down continues. The masked creature lifts his bladed arm, and lunges---
---We are in the NAPW locker room. The Predator--previously known as "The Nameless One"--is wrapping wrist tape around his wrist. He looks at the camera with a masked face and stands, stretching out his huge 6'11" 375 pound figure.
"Mirage," he says, booming, "I may be the student. And you may be the teacher. But Monday Night Fights is not the battle; it is the war. I have always heard that it is easy to meet expectations, but it is difficult to surpass them. Well, you and I both know that for me it is a little different; it is easy to meet and surpass them. You will fall at the feet of NAPW's most dangerous, most frightening, and most persuasive of all superstars." The monster-of-a-man moves slowly towards the camera. "Your own student...THE PREDATOR...Remember one thing, Mirage..." The man leaves the room and the camera closes up on the empty roll of wrist tape. We hear the whisper of The Predator as though it were in our heads---
---The Hunt Has Begun---
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---We find orselves running through a dark and mysterious forest. The nearly black trees loom high over our heads, as we rampage between them. We turn a sharp right corner and find we are trapped behind a large wall of rocks. We turn around to try to turn back, but a large humanoid creature blocks our path. The moonlight behind it illuminates the frightening figure of the intruder, its large shadow reaching it's end at our feet. It lifts it's large gloved hand and knives protude out of his wrist. Apparently, one of us decides it is a joke. . .
"It's a joke..." he laughed, "it's all just one big--" The creature interrupts and we soon see why. We look down only to see the head of the obnoxious boy roll to a stop at our feet. Some of us scream, some of us are too afraid--or too shocked--to accept what had just happened, and some of us had already fainted. The large creature walks toward us slowly, knocking over the still standing headless body of the boy. We hear--well, most of us hear--a sickening, meniacle laughter as the creature leans his head back. The laughter stops, it's head is down, as we shudder with excrutiating fear that all of us are about to die. The creature lunges, his bladed arm outsretched---
---I wake up. I am safe in my desk at school. I am still in history class--boring sh*t, I must have fell asleep. My teacher, Mr. Sean, is still trying to explain to us Benjamin Franklin and his "wonderful" gift to the world; electricity. I decide it was all just a dream, so I decide to go back to sleep.
"Ahh, Kiaro," Mr. Sean addresses me with my full name. I hate it. "Please, stay with us..." He reaches for his forehead and pulls his face off? The man who once was my teacher, was wearing a mask. The person he really was had what appeared to be a very badly burned face. "...you will not enjoy your last moments if you sleep." He laughs meniacly. Not a familiar laugh, mind you, but at least not to me. I look around, but see no one. Not even my class mates.
Maybe it's a dream, I think to myself. It sure doesn't feel like a dream. The laughing stops. The locked classroom doorknob jiggles. "HELP!" I scream, thinking it might be another teacher. But the scarred man merely sneers at me and continues to laugh. At least until a huge knife-like object bursts through the knob, and the door is no longer locked. After a moment of silence the door swings open, but whoever--or whatever--wielded the blade appeared to have left. I am convinced, but I don't think the scarred man is. He keeps staring at the door as though he were waiting for something. I felt caught in some kind of battle. Or war. At last, in the doorway, a familiar figure appears. The creature from my dream! I scream, but neither of them pay any attention to me, whatsoever. The creaure and the man stare eachother down, as the scarred man puts on a black leather mask.
"You are messing with the teacher, now, my friend." says the man. The creature--I now know it to be a very large man, wearing a mask--makes no attempt to protest. The stare-down continues. The masked creature lifts his bladed arm, and lunges---
---We are in the NAPW locker room. The Predator--previously known as "The Nameless One"--is wrapping wrist tape around his wrist. He looks at the camera with a masked face and stands, stretching out his huge 6'11" 375 pound figure.
"Mirage," he says, booming, "I may be the student. And you may be the teacher. But Monday Night Fights is not the battle; it is the war. I have always heard that it is easy to meet expectations, but it is difficult to surpass them. Well, you and I both know that for me it is a little different; it is easy to meet and surpass them. You will fall at the feet of NAPW's most dangerous, most frightening, and most persuasive of all superstars." The monster-of-a-man moves slowly towards the camera. "Your own student...THE PREDATOR...Remember one thing, Mirage..." The man leaves the room and the camera closes up on the empty roll of wrist tape. We hear the whisper of The Predator as though it were in our heads---
---The Hunt Has Begun---
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