Post by The Plague on Nov 1, 2005 21:40:04 GMT -5
The Plague, NAPW champion, is doing what a champion does: Living the high life. Downtown Edmonton in a club full of hot women and free-flowing booze, The Plague is on the dance floor with three hot chicks...and the biggest, smuggest smirk you've ever seen. After a minute or so, Plague heads off the dance floor to a round booth table, followed by the ladies, who can't keep their hands off of him as he sits down. A waitress in black stops by quickly --- it's clear she's been told to take good care of the Champ.
Rye and coke, and bring three! As for the ladies (the ladies giggle and titter), bring them some shooters. You know the kind, sweet cheeks! And (reaches into his breast pocket and pulling out a money clip, he hands her a hundred dollar billkeep the change, doll. Now get movin'!
The Plague settles back, the girls around him.
What do you think, D!? This is the life, oh yeah. Women, money, booze, fine clothing...it's the kind of life The Plague was born for! What about you D!? "One letter, said real loud." That's what it is, right? I know you want in on this action. Well, D!, take a real, real long look... and make it count. Because this is the kind of life The Plague is going to live for a long, long, LONG time. And there's no way a rookie punk like you is going to knock me off my perch. I'm so far above you you're going to get frequent flier miles just for stepping in the ring with me Monday night! (The Waitress returns with the drinks. The Plague leeringly winks at her.)
Now D!, I know you're hot and bothered right now. You got a big win your first night in the NAPW, and you've got some heat after that beating VIKING decided to give you after the match. I haven't decided whether to send him a new Rolex, maybe up that wild look of his, or beat the snot out of him for softening you up for me. I didn't really NEED his help of course, but you know what? If --- and I make it clear this is a huge, unlikely, ricidulous parallel universe hypothetical if --- I was to show up Monday night hung-over, beat up and without my ring gear, I'd still wipe the floor with you. I clean up, D!
The Plague slams back one of his drinks and over the girls. He smirks.
Like I said --- I clean up. Ladies, why don't you go powder your noses or something? The Champ's got business. (The ladies leave the table, giggling. The Plague motions for the camera to zoom in as he leans over the table and glares right through the lens.) But in all serious. You wished me luck, kid. Hell, I didn't need it, but I'm going to do the same. One time only, hit record on the VCR for this one. Here it comes, a once-in-a-lifetime event! (pause)
Good luck, D!.
The Plague leans back, a cocky smirk on his face.
Because kid...you're gonna need it.
Fade to black.
Rye and coke, and bring three! As for the ladies (the ladies giggle and titter), bring them some shooters. You know the kind, sweet cheeks! And (reaches into his breast pocket and pulling out a money clip, he hands her a hundred dollar billkeep the change, doll. Now get movin'!
The Plague settles back, the girls around him.
What do you think, D!? This is the life, oh yeah. Women, money, booze, fine clothing...it's the kind of life The Plague was born for! What about you D!? "One letter, said real loud." That's what it is, right? I know you want in on this action. Well, D!, take a real, real long look... and make it count. Because this is the kind of life The Plague is going to live for a long, long, LONG time. And there's no way a rookie punk like you is going to knock me off my perch. I'm so far above you you're going to get frequent flier miles just for stepping in the ring with me Monday night! (The Waitress returns with the drinks. The Plague leeringly winks at her.)
Now D!, I know you're hot and bothered right now. You got a big win your first night in the NAPW, and you've got some heat after that beating VIKING decided to give you after the match. I haven't decided whether to send him a new Rolex, maybe up that wild look of his, or beat the snot out of him for softening you up for me. I didn't really NEED his help of course, but you know what? If --- and I make it clear this is a huge, unlikely, ricidulous parallel universe hypothetical if --- I was to show up Monday night hung-over, beat up and without my ring gear, I'd still wipe the floor with you. I clean up, D!
The Plague slams back one of his drinks and over the girls. He smirks.
Like I said --- I clean up. Ladies, why don't you go powder your noses or something? The Champ's got business. (The ladies leave the table, giggling. The Plague motions for the camera to zoom in as he leans over the table and glares right through the lens.) But in all serious. You wished me luck, kid. Hell, I didn't need it, but I'm going to do the same. One time only, hit record on the VCR for this one. Here it comes, a once-in-a-lifetime event! (pause)
Good luck, D!.
The Plague leans back, a cocky smirk on his face.
Because kid...you're gonna need it.
Fade to black.