Post by "LDK" Lloyd Rees on Apr 13, 2007 11:22:29 GMT -5
-Blount Street, Raleigh North Carolina. An NAPW camera looks onto the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub. This is the last place that Lloyd Rees saw his friend, mentor, and manager John Salty healthy, able to walk and talk. Slowly the camera moves toward the pub and through the doors. Inside, even though it is mid-day, there are plenty of patrons filling its tables. Lloyd Rees and David Banks are standing at the bar, talking to the bartender from the infamous night when Salty was attacked. The camera moves close and we can hear the conversation.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: So t’get t’da point buddy…
-Lloyd pulls a picture of John out of his pocket.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Dis is a da guy who was attacked. Da last time we saw him in good shape was here befer he went t’take a piss. I’m wonder’n if ya saw him talk’n with anyone or leave’n here with anyone?
Bartender: Yeah! I remember that guy. I could never forget that face…He was talking here at the bar with Verona.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Verona?
Bartender: Yeah, she’s a regular around here. In fact, she’s sitting over there right now…
-Lloyd looks in the direction the bartender pointed to see the 50+ Woman who lead John Salty to his attacker. Lloyd turns from the bar and heads in here direction. Verona notices both Lloyd and Banks heading her direction. Recognizing John’s companions from the other night, she makes a break for it. The chase is on! Verona, agile for her age, hops out of her chair and out the emergency exit of the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub Irish Pub with Lloyd and Banks in hot pursuit. The chase last for just a short time, as the smoking Verona finally loses her breath.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Where ya go’n in such a rush Verona?
-Struggling to free herself from Lloyd’s grasp.-
Verona: Let go of me a**hole!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Once we get da answers we’re look’n fer, you can go on yer merry way. What do you know about John?
Verona: John? Who’s John?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Don’t play stupid with me bi**h!! Da bartender back at the pub, who seems t’know you pretty well, told me d’hat you and John we’re get’n a little friendly da other night. What da hell happened t’him?!
Verona: I don’t know anything!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m not is da mood fer bulls**t Verona!! Tell me what ya know!!
-Verona can see how serious Lloyd is and starts to talk.-
Verona: Ok…Let me go and I’ll tell you what I know.
-Lloyd releases his grip.-
Verona: A man approached me the other night went you three were in the bar having a few drinks. He offered me some money to lead your friend, John, away from the bar. That same man then attacked John on the street and sent me away. I needed the money; I didn’t realize that it was going to be so serious. That is all I know. I swear!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: What was da man’s name? What did he look like?
Verona: He never told me his name. He was around six foot two-three and probably weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds. He was built much like you guys. As for his face, I never saw it. He was wearing a hoody and he kept his head down the whole time he talked to me. When he attacked John, he was wearing a ski mask.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Anyting else?
Verona: He was definitely not from around here. He had an accent more like someone from the north…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Like me?
Verona: No. Not like you at all!! I never heard an accent like you. More like a yankee…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Can ya show me where da attack happened?
Verona: Sure…
-The trio walks down Blount Street for a few minutes until Verona stops.-
Verona: This is it. This is the spot where that man attack John.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ok, thanks! You can head on yer way now…
Verona: I hope your friend is ok, I didn’t know it was going to get this serious…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Why don’t ya head it on back t’da pub, d’ere wait’n fer ya d’ere!!
-Verona walks away with her head down. Lloyd starts to comb the area.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks b’y, d’ere got t’be someting around here t’give us a hint about who John’s attacker was…
“The Chairman” David Banks: It can’t hurt. Let’s take a look Lloyd…
-Rees and Banks start to search around. They make their way down an ally. Rees stops at a door that exits into the ally.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’ere is blood on dis door!
“The Chairman” David Banks: Could have something to do with the attack. Let’s take a look inside.
-Banks reaches for the door, but it is locked.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Locked…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Stand back Banks me ol’cock…
-Rees kicks the door and it flights open.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Nice!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Thanks!
-Banks and Rees make their way inside. In the middle of four concrete walls sits a chair, empty and bloody. A lead pipe sits on the floor next to the chair.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Looks like we found da scene…
“The Chairman” David Banks: That is a lot of blood. Even after my match with Dio, that is a lot of blood.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Lets look around; John’s attacker had t’leave something…
-Lloyd and David continue their search hoping to find the slightest clue to the identity of the ski masked man. Banks speaks up.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Lloyd, come take a look at this…
-Lloyd walks toward Banks to see what he has discovered. Banks holds out his hand, in it, a pair of sunglasses. Lloyd picks up the sunglasses and looks at the arm.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: No f**k’n way!!
-Written down the arm of the sunglasses reads; “SIMPLY B”. The scene fades.-
-An NAPW “The Last Resort” banner hangs in the background. Standing in front of that banner is none other than the current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees and his tag team partner, “The Chairman” David Banks. Although Rees stands back on, we can tell the champion is shrouded in his regular golden armor with the Provincial Title around his waist, the Television Title and the RoN Title over each shoulder. Banks looks in to the camera to get this latest promo rolling.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Listen up folks cause your about to get a small taste of what greatness is. The man behind me is not happy!! After what we found out today, I do not blame him. This man is the four-time and current NAPW Provincial and in just over a week will be able to add tag team gold to his resume with yours truly at his side. He is known world wide as TECHNICAL TERROR!! He is the “LDK”, the one and the only…LLOYD REES!!
-Rees turns to face the camera, his face is all business. He stares into the camera, eyes on fire, and starts to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’ve got me some business t’take care of d’hat is more important d’han me a** whip’n of Josh Reynolds good buddy, “The Show” Chad Kurtis but, befer I get to d’hat business I will give Kurtis da utmost pleasure of hear’n me voice…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Chad, da time’n couldn’t be any worst fer you pal!! I’m hot on da tail of John’s assailant, me and Banks here are fired up fer our total decimation of da DOOMriders, and you, well…You’ve been tossed right in me path. If so many tings weren’t piled against ya kid, we might be see’n a classic match in a make’n dis Tuesday at “The Last Resort” but…WAIT A DAME MINUTE!! What am I tink’n?! Da chance of any match yer involved in become’n a classic match is about da same as a match involve’n Da Bee and Nenji…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m not sure how many times I got t’put dis past ya kid, but you and me, we’re on totally different levels. You; you’re a f**k’n joke!! Ya haven’t managed t’prove a ting since ya been here!! Da highlight of yer career is yer loss t’me!! A CK Finale off da top of a ladder, which I shrugged off like a fly bite, d’hen covered ya fer da one-two-three!! Now da “LDK” on da other hand, well I’ve been golden since da first time I stepped foot inside da squared-circle. But, I aren’t go’n t’stand here and go off about me multitude of accomplishments and achievements. Hell!! Yer da one step’n into da ring with da most decorated man in da history of da NAPW; ya should know everyting about me already if you want t’show up on Tuesday and not be totally embarrassed…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Da simple fact remains Mr. Kurtis, what you is look’n at right now is da definition of greatness!! Hell, if ya want t’look it up in dictionary, yer bound t’see a picture of da “LDK” but, what do ya see when ya look into da mirror? Do ya see greatness, do ya see a champion, do ya see a history maker? NO!! What ya see is a man, d'hat like so many befer him, have fallen victim t’da Conception Bay Chinlock, da “Nish J.” Drop, da DDT from Da Green, or whatever move I decide should seal yer fate. But Chad, da most important ting is not t'panic, it will be over quick!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks, lets get out of here!! I want t’go have a little talk with Mr. Parmesan himself…
-Rees and Banks exit the promo area as the scene fades.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: So t’get t’da point buddy…
-Lloyd pulls a picture of John out of his pocket.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Dis is a da guy who was attacked. Da last time we saw him in good shape was here befer he went t’take a piss. I’m wonder’n if ya saw him talk’n with anyone or leave’n here with anyone?
Bartender: Yeah! I remember that guy. I could never forget that face…He was talking here at the bar with Verona.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Verona?
Bartender: Yeah, she’s a regular around here. In fact, she’s sitting over there right now…
-Lloyd looks in the direction the bartender pointed to see the 50+ Woman who lead John Salty to his attacker. Lloyd turns from the bar and heads in here direction. Verona notices both Lloyd and Banks heading her direction. Recognizing John’s companions from the other night, she makes a break for it. The chase is on! Verona, agile for her age, hops out of her chair and out the emergency exit of the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub Irish Pub with Lloyd and Banks in hot pursuit. The chase last for just a short time, as the smoking Verona finally loses her breath.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Where ya go’n in such a rush Verona?
-Struggling to free herself from Lloyd’s grasp.-
Verona: Let go of me a**hole!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Once we get da answers we’re look’n fer, you can go on yer merry way. What do you know about John?
Verona: John? Who’s John?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Don’t play stupid with me bi**h!! Da bartender back at the pub, who seems t’know you pretty well, told me d’hat you and John we’re get’n a little friendly da other night. What da hell happened t’him?!
Verona: I don’t know anything!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m not is da mood fer bulls**t Verona!! Tell me what ya know!!
-Verona can see how serious Lloyd is and starts to talk.-
Verona: Ok…Let me go and I’ll tell you what I know.
-Lloyd releases his grip.-
Verona: A man approached me the other night went you three were in the bar having a few drinks. He offered me some money to lead your friend, John, away from the bar. That same man then attacked John on the street and sent me away. I needed the money; I didn’t realize that it was going to be so serious. That is all I know. I swear!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: What was da man’s name? What did he look like?
Verona: He never told me his name. He was around six foot two-three and probably weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds. He was built much like you guys. As for his face, I never saw it. He was wearing a hoody and he kept his head down the whole time he talked to me. When he attacked John, he was wearing a ski mask.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Anyting else?
Verona: He was definitely not from around here. He had an accent more like someone from the north…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Like me?
Verona: No. Not like you at all!! I never heard an accent like you. More like a yankee…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Can ya show me where da attack happened?
Verona: Sure…
-The trio walks down Blount Street for a few minutes until Verona stops.-
Verona: This is it. This is the spot where that man attack John.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ok, thanks! You can head on yer way now…
Verona: I hope your friend is ok, I didn’t know it was going to get this serious…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Why don’t ya head it on back t’da pub, d’ere wait’n fer ya d’ere!!
-Verona walks away with her head down. Lloyd starts to comb the area.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks b’y, d’ere got t’be someting around here t’give us a hint about who John’s attacker was…
“The Chairman” David Banks: It can’t hurt. Let’s take a look Lloyd…
-Rees and Banks start to search around. They make their way down an ally. Rees stops at a door that exits into the ally.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’ere is blood on dis door!
“The Chairman” David Banks: Could have something to do with the attack. Let’s take a look inside.
-Banks reaches for the door, but it is locked.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Locked…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Stand back Banks me ol’cock…
-Rees kicks the door and it flights open.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Nice!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Thanks!
-Banks and Rees make their way inside. In the middle of four concrete walls sits a chair, empty and bloody. A lead pipe sits on the floor next to the chair.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Looks like we found da scene…
“The Chairman” David Banks: That is a lot of blood. Even after my match with Dio, that is a lot of blood.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Lets look around; John’s attacker had t’leave something…
-Lloyd and David continue their search hoping to find the slightest clue to the identity of the ski masked man. Banks speaks up.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Lloyd, come take a look at this…
-Lloyd walks toward Banks to see what he has discovered. Banks holds out his hand, in it, a pair of sunglasses. Lloyd picks up the sunglasses and looks at the arm.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: No f**k’n way!!
-Written down the arm of the sunglasses reads; “SIMPLY B”. The scene fades.-
-An NAPW “The Last Resort” banner hangs in the background. Standing in front of that banner is none other than the current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees and his tag team partner, “The Chairman” David Banks. Although Rees stands back on, we can tell the champion is shrouded in his regular golden armor with the Provincial Title around his waist, the Television Title and the RoN Title over each shoulder. Banks looks in to the camera to get this latest promo rolling.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Listen up folks cause your about to get a small taste of what greatness is. The man behind me is not happy!! After what we found out today, I do not blame him. This man is the four-time and current NAPW Provincial and in just over a week will be able to add tag team gold to his resume with yours truly at his side. He is known world wide as TECHNICAL TERROR!! He is the “LDK”, the one and the only…LLOYD REES!!
-Rees turns to face the camera, his face is all business. He stares into the camera, eyes on fire, and starts to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’ve got me some business t’take care of d’hat is more important d’han me a** whip’n of Josh Reynolds good buddy, “The Show” Chad Kurtis but, befer I get to d’hat business I will give Kurtis da utmost pleasure of hear’n me voice…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Chad, da time’n couldn’t be any worst fer you pal!! I’m hot on da tail of John’s assailant, me and Banks here are fired up fer our total decimation of da DOOMriders, and you, well…You’ve been tossed right in me path. If so many tings weren’t piled against ya kid, we might be see’n a classic match in a make’n dis Tuesday at “The Last Resort” but…WAIT A DAME MINUTE!! What am I tink’n?! Da chance of any match yer involved in become’n a classic match is about da same as a match involve’n Da Bee and Nenji…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m not sure how many times I got t’put dis past ya kid, but you and me, we’re on totally different levels. You; you’re a f**k’n joke!! Ya haven’t managed t’prove a ting since ya been here!! Da highlight of yer career is yer loss t’me!! A CK Finale off da top of a ladder, which I shrugged off like a fly bite, d’hen covered ya fer da one-two-three!! Now da “LDK” on da other hand, well I’ve been golden since da first time I stepped foot inside da squared-circle. But, I aren’t go’n t’stand here and go off about me multitude of accomplishments and achievements. Hell!! Yer da one step’n into da ring with da most decorated man in da history of da NAPW; ya should know everyting about me already if you want t’show up on Tuesday and not be totally embarrassed…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Da simple fact remains Mr. Kurtis, what you is look’n at right now is da definition of greatness!! Hell, if ya want t’look it up in dictionary, yer bound t’see a picture of da “LDK” but, what do ya see when ya look into da mirror? Do ya see greatness, do ya see a champion, do ya see a history maker? NO!! What ya see is a man, d'hat like so many befer him, have fallen victim t’da Conception Bay Chinlock, da “Nish J.” Drop, da DDT from Da Green, or whatever move I decide should seal yer fate. But Chad, da most important ting is not t'panic, it will be over quick!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks, lets get out of here!! I want t’go have a little talk with Mr. Parmesan himself…
-Rees and Banks exit the promo area as the scene fades.-