Post by samfinn on Mar 13, 2007 20:38:06 GMT -5
(Sam Finn is extremely pissed off. He walks into his house after the match, kicks over the garbage can and yells at the top of his lungs.)
STORM: (BLEEP)! I HAD THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH! (BLEEP)! (BLEEP)!
(He goes into his garage, pushes over his lawn mower onto the concrete and looks at the wall with the dart board on it. He picks up a wrench from his tool bench, and is about to hurl it, but stops. The huge piece of wood, looking like it fell from a massive tree, sits beside the dart board. A memory of why he brought the useless chunk of lumber home rushes by -)
Sam Finn is riding his Harley down the number two highway, with the snow falling tranquily around the road. Suddenly, a tree is struck by lightning on the side of the road. Strange, since it is winter. Sam stops his bike by the road, and walks over to the site. The piece of wood that fell off when the bolt struck, has no burn marks and is strangely smooth. Say, he thinks, aren't I Storm? Don't I fight as lightning's right hand man? Without another thought, he loads it on his bike and sticks it in his garage.
(Muerte. His bat ruined my moment of glory after my loss.)
(I need a weapon, too.)
(So, Sam carves the weapon into somewhat of a longer cricket bat, except both sides are ridgeless, and the thing is about four and a half feet long. He wraps some leather around the handle, wraps it in a clean white bedsheet, and starts heading to the Calgary NAPW studio for his post-match interveiw.)
CHAZZ CARSON: So, folks! We're here with Sam Finn after his defeat by Dio Muerte. So Sam, we're curious. What is -
(Tony is reffering to the long package sitting by Sam's chair. He picks it up, and begins to unravel it. Slowly.)
STORM: That little bastard's bat hurt my pride more than my body. If fact, I'm not sore or anything. A technical defeat more than a physical one. Anyhow, this - this is what's going to get me even with him.
(Sam reveals the weapon he was working on earlier, the massive wooden sword made from perfect, unknotted wood with the leather handle.)
STORM: I was driving along when I saw lightning hit this tree by the road, during a snowstorm. I went to check it out, and saw no burn marks, no burning smell, and it was really smooth. I took it home and made it into this. I call it 'Miracle Blade'.
BEAST CARRY: Miracle Blade, huh? So are you saying that little Coyote's going to get a major ass-whoopin' from this stick? You know that's non-regulation.
STORM: I know, and this beating may come from in the ring or out. I don't care. I'm going to mash up his face with Miracle.
CHAZZ CARSON: There you have it. From the storm's mouth, Dio Muerte is going to get his skull crushed in by the new and improved Storm wielding the Miracle Blade!
BEAST CARRY: And there you have it for the WPVN NAPW commercial update.
(The camera fades and Sam leaves, with Miracle Blade in the whte sheet he brought it in. Upon getting home, he finds his mess cleaned up and a note from Jenny. "CALL ME")
(He goes in the garage, and decides to repurpose the punching bag into a target. He swings Miracle Blade, knocking the punching bag off it's moorings and into the corner. He grins. Then, he takes Miracle Blade into the house and puts it under his bed. Sam sits on the bed.)
STORM: Dio Muerte, I'm coming with Miracle. And hell's coming with me.
(Blackness.)
STORM: (BLEEP)! I HAD THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH! (BLEEP)! (BLEEP)!
(He goes into his garage, pushes over his lawn mower onto the concrete and looks at the wall with the dart board on it. He picks up a wrench from his tool bench, and is about to hurl it, but stops. The huge piece of wood, looking like it fell from a massive tree, sits beside the dart board. A memory of why he brought the useless chunk of lumber home rushes by -)
Sam Finn is riding his Harley down the number two highway, with the snow falling tranquily around the road. Suddenly, a tree is struck by lightning on the side of the road. Strange, since it is winter. Sam stops his bike by the road, and walks over to the site. The piece of wood that fell off when the bolt struck, has no burn marks and is strangely smooth. Say, he thinks, aren't I Storm? Don't I fight as lightning's right hand man? Without another thought, he loads it on his bike and sticks it in his garage.
(Muerte. His bat ruined my moment of glory after my loss.)
(I need a weapon, too.)
(So, Sam carves the weapon into somewhat of a longer cricket bat, except both sides are ridgeless, and the thing is about four and a half feet long. He wraps some leather around the handle, wraps it in a clean white bedsheet, and starts heading to the Calgary NAPW studio for his post-match interveiw.)
CHAZZ CARSON: So, folks! We're here with Sam Finn after his defeat by Dio Muerte. So Sam, we're curious. What is -
(Tony is reffering to the long package sitting by Sam's chair. He picks it up, and begins to unravel it. Slowly.)
STORM: That little bastard's bat hurt my pride more than my body. If fact, I'm not sore or anything. A technical defeat more than a physical one. Anyhow, this - this is what's going to get me even with him.
(Sam reveals the weapon he was working on earlier, the massive wooden sword made from perfect, unknotted wood with the leather handle.)
STORM: I was driving along when I saw lightning hit this tree by the road, during a snowstorm. I went to check it out, and saw no burn marks, no burning smell, and it was really smooth. I took it home and made it into this. I call it 'Miracle Blade'.
BEAST CARRY: Miracle Blade, huh? So are you saying that little Coyote's going to get a major ass-whoopin' from this stick? You know that's non-regulation.
STORM: I know, and this beating may come from in the ring or out. I don't care. I'm going to mash up his face with Miracle.
CHAZZ CARSON: There you have it. From the storm's mouth, Dio Muerte is going to get his skull crushed in by the new and improved Storm wielding the Miracle Blade!
BEAST CARRY: And there you have it for the WPVN NAPW commercial update.
(The camera fades and Sam leaves, with Miracle Blade in the whte sheet he brought it in. Upon getting home, he finds his mess cleaned up and a note from Jenny. "CALL ME")
(He goes in the garage, and decides to repurpose the punching bag into a target. He swings Miracle Blade, knocking the punching bag off it's moorings and into the corner. He grins. Then, he takes Miracle Blade into the house and puts it under his bed. Sam sits on the bed.)
STORM: Dio Muerte, I'm coming with Miracle. And hell's coming with me.
(Blackness.)