Post by predator on Jan 1, 2006 23:24:56 GMT -5
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---We find ourselves standing face-to-face with fear. The huge creature lunges toward us as we stand, our backs turned to a massive raging river. In a split second, the creature's bladed arm swings ferociously toward us---
---I wake up, and the creature, and the thief still stare each other down in the Tim Horton's. The creature slowly turns a masked face toward me, and makes eye contact. For a split second, all of my worries drift away, at least until the creature turns his attention back to the thief, who continuously laughs "Whatcha gonna do when I come for you". The creature growls, or at least I think he growls. What I hear is the sound of a lion's growl, what I see is a creature with a silver mask and armor. The thief immediately ends his ridiculous laughter, and turns to face an outstretched, bladed arm---
---NAPW locker room. ThePredator prepares for an obviously pointless match-up. He wraps wrist tape around his right hand. His left hand is concealed by a rather thick glove.
"Joey Malone," he says coldly. "I have a simple question. Who are you?" ThePredator walks over to a locker door, and opens it. It is clearly not his, considering the way he punched through the lock, and tore open the door. "Malone, know that I will not place myself higher than you because you are a loser. Everyone is a loser. Everybody loses. People may think they are unbeatable, but really, only delusions of grandeur." Our massive host strokes his hair as he studies the contents of the locker. Almost completely empty, except for the original version of the NAPW World Heavyweight Championship, on the floor, minus the belt. Only the gold. "Look at this filth. Apparently some people are afraid of competition. Malone, why do you assume that there are actors performing the scenes in my promos? These are other events similar to events that happen in NAPW. All of them end, with the predator taking his prey. Tomorrow, our scene will end with ThePredator taking his prey." He walks over to the camera, the gold pieces of the once Canadian NAPW Championship. ThePredator stops just out of arm's length of the camera, looking into the camera with such concentration. "Malone, I am not here because I want to be, and I am not here because I have to be. I am not here because of the path that lies before me, or because of the path that lies behind me. I am ThePredator. All I want in the NAPW, is Chris Casino. If I have to go through you to do it, so be it. Let me assure you, Malone, that the Prophecy doesn't matter. Not to me. Not to the fans. Not to anyone in the NAPW. Hollywood reject am I? Apparently you have no idea of the power I possess. You can just find for yourself why you will not win tomorrow." he looks down, briefly at the gold pieces of the belt. "'Bad Boy' Joey Malone."---
---The Hunt Has Begun---
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---We find ourselves standing face-to-face with fear. The huge creature lunges toward us as we stand, our backs turned to a massive raging river. In a split second, the creature's bladed arm swings ferociously toward us---
---I wake up, and the creature, and the thief still stare each other down in the Tim Horton's. The creature slowly turns a masked face toward me, and makes eye contact. For a split second, all of my worries drift away, at least until the creature turns his attention back to the thief, who continuously laughs "Whatcha gonna do when I come for you". The creature growls, or at least I think he growls. What I hear is the sound of a lion's growl, what I see is a creature with a silver mask and armor. The thief immediately ends his ridiculous laughter, and turns to face an outstretched, bladed arm---
---NAPW locker room. ThePredator prepares for an obviously pointless match-up. He wraps wrist tape around his right hand. His left hand is concealed by a rather thick glove.
"Joey Malone," he says coldly. "I have a simple question. Who are you?" ThePredator walks over to a locker door, and opens it. It is clearly not his, considering the way he punched through the lock, and tore open the door. "Malone, know that I will not place myself higher than you because you are a loser. Everyone is a loser. Everybody loses. People may think they are unbeatable, but really, only delusions of grandeur." Our massive host strokes his hair as he studies the contents of the locker. Almost completely empty, except for the original version of the NAPW World Heavyweight Championship, on the floor, minus the belt. Only the gold. "Look at this filth. Apparently some people are afraid of competition. Malone, why do you assume that there are actors performing the scenes in my promos? These are other events similar to events that happen in NAPW. All of them end, with the predator taking his prey. Tomorrow, our scene will end with ThePredator taking his prey." He walks over to the camera, the gold pieces of the once Canadian NAPW Championship. ThePredator stops just out of arm's length of the camera, looking into the camera with such concentration. "Malone, I am not here because I want to be, and I am not here because I have to be. I am not here because of the path that lies before me, or because of the path that lies behind me. I am ThePredator. All I want in the NAPW, is Chris Casino. If I have to go through you to do it, so be it. Let me assure you, Malone, that the Prophecy doesn't matter. Not to me. Not to the fans. Not to anyone in the NAPW. Hollywood reject am I? Apparently you have no idea of the power I possess. You can just find for yourself why you will not win tomorrow." he looks down, briefly at the gold pieces of the belt. "'Bad Boy' Joey Malone."---
---The Hunt Has Begun---
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