Post by Donovan Astros on Apr 10, 2007 16:31:14 GMT -5
We fade into a small den-type setting. The camera is trained on a television on one end of the room. On the TV, footage from last month's Sole Survivor match plays. The camera pans around the den, where several championship belts and posters of the man you now know as Donovan Astros. The camera continues to pan over to the man himself, Donovan Astros, sitting in a recliner, wearing the usual black polo shirt and blue jeans. His trademark smirk plastered on his face, Astros moves an eye up and addresses his audience.
ASTROS - The more things change, the more they stay the same, don't they? NAPW, I came here for a new challenge. New frontiers, new horizons, and new gold to put up on the wall, a fitting tribute to my greatness! And while I thank the commissioner for doing the right thing and bringing the best wrestler in the business today to Edmonton on April 17, instead of new challenges, I get old running mates.
Astros cracks his knuckles on his left hand, one at a time, looking almost disgusted with the situation.
ASTROS - You see, NAPW, while you don't know the two men I'll be facing in a Triple Threat match at the Polish Hall this Tuesday night, I know them all too well. Jake Phoenix, the Career Killer, the most dangerous man alive, barred from every major, minor and backyard wrestling organization in the country because of his desire to hurt, maim, and scar! Me and him, we used to walk that aisle, side by side, terrorizing opponents from Washington to Arizona and back again! I know the monster well, I've looked into his eyes, and I've stood my ground.
Astros's smirk turns into a deep snarl.
ASTROS - And Diablo... the forsaken one, child of the night, and a very dangerous customer in the ring in his own right. He's no leader of men, though, like Donovan Astros, no no no! He's a follower, a coattail rider, hitching his star here and there to the next best thing. Diablo, there's only been one person willing to follow you, and that's that succubus you keep in your corner, Demona.
Astros relaxes back in his chair, the smirk of confidence reappearing.
ASTROS - You ask me about both these men, Jake Phoenix and Diablo, two men who stood behind and beside me on my way to the top of the West Coast... I'll tell you they're good. You ask them about Donovan Astros? They'll tell you, deep down inside, they know I'm better. They know that I am championship material! And this Tuesday, Polish Hall, Edmonton, they'll look into the face of greatness, they'll look across that ring at the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth, and they will know, and NAPW, YOU will know... that your Savior has arrived... and his name...
Astros laughs out loud, almost a sadistic cackle.
ASTROS - Is Donovan Astros.
We cut to black as Astros starts laughing again, more and more frantically...
ASTROS - The more things change, the more they stay the same, don't they? NAPW, I came here for a new challenge. New frontiers, new horizons, and new gold to put up on the wall, a fitting tribute to my greatness! And while I thank the commissioner for doing the right thing and bringing the best wrestler in the business today to Edmonton on April 17, instead of new challenges, I get old running mates.
Astros cracks his knuckles on his left hand, one at a time, looking almost disgusted with the situation.
ASTROS - You see, NAPW, while you don't know the two men I'll be facing in a Triple Threat match at the Polish Hall this Tuesday night, I know them all too well. Jake Phoenix, the Career Killer, the most dangerous man alive, barred from every major, minor and backyard wrestling organization in the country because of his desire to hurt, maim, and scar! Me and him, we used to walk that aisle, side by side, terrorizing opponents from Washington to Arizona and back again! I know the monster well, I've looked into his eyes, and I've stood my ground.
Astros's smirk turns into a deep snarl.
ASTROS - And Diablo... the forsaken one, child of the night, and a very dangerous customer in the ring in his own right. He's no leader of men, though, like Donovan Astros, no no no! He's a follower, a coattail rider, hitching his star here and there to the next best thing. Diablo, there's only been one person willing to follow you, and that's that succubus you keep in your corner, Demona.
Astros relaxes back in his chair, the smirk of confidence reappearing.
ASTROS - You ask me about both these men, Jake Phoenix and Diablo, two men who stood behind and beside me on my way to the top of the West Coast... I'll tell you they're good. You ask them about Donovan Astros? They'll tell you, deep down inside, they know I'm better. They know that I am championship material! And this Tuesday, Polish Hall, Edmonton, they'll look into the face of greatness, they'll look across that ring at the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth, and they will know, and NAPW, YOU will know... that your Savior has arrived... and his name...
Astros laughs out loud, almost a sadistic cackle.
ASTROS - Is Donovan Astros.
We cut to black as Astros starts laughing again, more and more frantically...