Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Jan 5, 2006 1:22:03 GMT -5
The scene open up outside a small silver trailer. Beethoven’s nineth symphony can be heard coming from inside.
Man Talking - What the hell am I thinking. Jesus Christ its been ages.
Door open revealing the inside of the small trailer.
Deathrow can be seen sitting on a small worn love seat. In front of him lies a litter bottle of Jim Beam black label. He lifts it taking a few drinks before returning it to the table.
Deathrow - Thats right bitches I have thought about what is missing from my poor pethedic sorry life. I feel that I must miss the cutting of human flesh and the braking of bones that I once used to deliver upon sorry souls like yourselves.
Deathrow drinks from his bottle again and lights up a cigarett
Deathrow - “Exhaling” I once ruled the wrestling kingdom. From Tokyo to Mexico. I’m sorry to tell you but NAPW’s soon going to get torn from the inside out. Much like my grandmother when she wouldn’t let me borrow the car. I look around here and what do I see. Nothing more than a group of young bucks waiting, hoping for a turn in the spot light. Sorry though now that Deathrow’s here. It’ll be impossible.
Deathrow puts his cigarret out
Deathrow - You all haven’t been threw what I have. What can you do to a man who likes to strangle himself while getting off? Now that I have come here be sure to lock up your kids and dogs.
Deathrow stops talking shakes his head and puts up his pointer finger.
Deathrow - Let me start over. Ah, the NAPW, it is so good to be back in wrestling. You know I tried many things, actually running my own wrestling promotion, but was shut down once the police founds body of my wrestlers in the basement. Commentating wrestling on cable television, selling hot dogs trailer to trailer, Hell I even tried starting my own daycare but was not granted a license by the state. But still nothing to me compares to the ecstasy I feel in the ring when I get to send another human being crashing through an exploding mirror, so alas, that is why today I am back into wrestling, that is why today I, Deathrow, have decided to join the NAPW in hopes of attaining the glory I once had over three years ago in my career.
Deathrow reaches for his bottle again taking a few sips off it. Than looks straight ahead a proceeds to talk
Deathrow - To the wrestlers here in the NAPW, let me introduce myself... my name is Tommy...Deathrow…… that is easy enough to remember. Some of you may of heard of me, some of you may be scratching your heads right now, either from being extremely puzzled or from dandruff, but mark my words, very very soon here, every man, woman, child, Nun, dog, cat, and inguana here in the NAPW will know the name of Deathrow, and it will be a name that they will come to fear, it will be a name that they will come to respect. Now, I could go through a long list of my career accomplishments and tell you every single title I have won alone or with my Tag partner Billy Kreynik, but hell we do not have all day, haha, oh man I kill myself sometimes!!
Deathrow stares off into the ceiling and starts to scratch his groin. He takes his hands out of his pants and smells his fingers than licks them. He lets out a satisfying breath
Deathrow - Anyways, instead of letting my past do the talking, I choose to let my present and future do the talking, as from this very day on, there is going to be a new era here in the NAPW, and it will be an era of Violance. The story is that I and Billy will take the NAPW by storm, We will leave a long bloody trail of victims in our path, and before long, will have the NAPW crying from fear , and I reapeat theres nothing that anyone here in the NAPW can do about it!!
Deathrow stares at the ground talking to himself. “Puppys I like puppy the way they wag there tails. HAHAHA goofy bastards. Wheres my friend”
Deathrow - There have been so many questions surronding my return to wrestling, can Deathrow still go? Does Deathrow still have what it takes to dominate as he once did? Is Tommy still a drunk and Coke addict.. Well no, I am not. I have cleaned up and have become more so driven by the blood of my victoms rather than the next line. Violence never gets old and that is what I`m all about.. violence. There will be blood shed, there will be broken bodies, there will be many screams of pain, and joy from me there will be possibly casualties, but so be it. The fact is that I am willing to do anything to reign supreme once again, if it means I have to Deathrow Drive some poor sap through five exploding mirrors or if I have to rip my own right leg off and wrap it in barbed wire and use it to beat someone in the head with, so be it. Wrestling drives me like a drug, a drug that I am addicted to, and in order to fulfill this addiction, I will do anything imaginable or unimaginable.
Deathrow begins talking to himself once again “Hmm babies I wonder if thers any newborn at the hospital. God I’m hungry. Chicken pot chicken pot chicken pot pie. Oh god yessss.”
Deathrow - you know what, enough of the pep talk and the chit chat, it is time to get down to some business. Instead of being the new guy sitting in the back learning the ropes, I want to be out there in the ring, showing everyone exactly what I am made of. So... I do not know any of the wrestlers here in the NAPW that well so I do not know who I hate and who I hate with a passion There you have it NAPW.
Deathrow looks away and starts talking to himself once more. “Man oh boy Billy. I love Billy. I Wonder what he is doing. I better call him.”
The scene fades out…………..
Man Talking - What the hell am I thinking. Jesus Christ its been ages.
Door open revealing the inside of the small trailer.
Deathrow can be seen sitting on a small worn love seat. In front of him lies a litter bottle of Jim Beam black label. He lifts it taking a few drinks before returning it to the table.
Deathrow - Thats right bitches I have thought about what is missing from my poor pethedic sorry life. I feel that I must miss the cutting of human flesh and the braking of bones that I once used to deliver upon sorry souls like yourselves.
Deathrow drinks from his bottle again and lights up a cigarett
Deathrow - “Exhaling” I once ruled the wrestling kingdom. From Tokyo to Mexico. I’m sorry to tell you but NAPW’s soon going to get torn from the inside out. Much like my grandmother when she wouldn’t let me borrow the car. I look around here and what do I see. Nothing more than a group of young bucks waiting, hoping for a turn in the spot light. Sorry though now that Deathrow’s here. It’ll be impossible.
Deathrow puts his cigarret out
Deathrow - You all haven’t been threw what I have. What can you do to a man who likes to strangle himself while getting off? Now that I have come here be sure to lock up your kids and dogs.
Deathrow stops talking shakes his head and puts up his pointer finger.
Deathrow - Let me start over. Ah, the NAPW, it is so good to be back in wrestling. You know I tried many things, actually running my own wrestling promotion, but was shut down once the police founds body of my wrestlers in the basement. Commentating wrestling on cable television, selling hot dogs trailer to trailer, Hell I even tried starting my own daycare but was not granted a license by the state. But still nothing to me compares to the ecstasy I feel in the ring when I get to send another human being crashing through an exploding mirror, so alas, that is why today I am back into wrestling, that is why today I, Deathrow, have decided to join the NAPW in hopes of attaining the glory I once had over three years ago in my career.
Deathrow reaches for his bottle again taking a few sips off it. Than looks straight ahead a proceeds to talk
Deathrow - To the wrestlers here in the NAPW, let me introduce myself... my name is Tommy...Deathrow…… that is easy enough to remember. Some of you may of heard of me, some of you may be scratching your heads right now, either from being extremely puzzled or from dandruff, but mark my words, very very soon here, every man, woman, child, Nun, dog, cat, and inguana here in the NAPW will know the name of Deathrow, and it will be a name that they will come to fear, it will be a name that they will come to respect. Now, I could go through a long list of my career accomplishments and tell you every single title I have won alone or with my Tag partner Billy Kreynik, but hell we do not have all day, haha, oh man I kill myself sometimes!!
Deathrow stares off into the ceiling and starts to scratch his groin. He takes his hands out of his pants and smells his fingers than licks them. He lets out a satisfying breath
Deathrow - Anyways, instead of letting my past do the talking, I choose to let my present and future do the talking, as from this very day on, there is going to be a new era here in the NAPW, and it will be an era of Violance. The story is that I and Billy will take the NAPW by storm, We will leave a long bloody trail of victims in our path, and before long, will have the NAPW crying from fear , and I reapeat theres nothing that anyone here in the NAPW can do about it!!
Deathrow stares at the ground talking to himself. “Puppys I like puppy the way they wag there tails. HAHAHA goofy bastards. Wheres my friend”
Deathrow - There have been so many questions surronding my return to wrestling, can Deathrow still go? Does Deathrow still have what it takes to dominate as he once did? Is Tommy still a drunk and Coke addict.. Well no, I am not. I have cleaned up and have become more so driven by the blood of my victoms rather than the next line. Violence never gets old and that is what I`m all about.. violence. There will be blood shed, there will be broken bodies, there will be many screams of pain, and joy from me there will be possibly casualties, but so be it. The fact is that I am willing to do anything to reign supreme once again, if it means I have to Deathrow Drive some poor sap through five exploding mirrors or if I have to rip my own right leg off and wrap it in barbed wire and use it to beat someone in the head with, so be it. Wrestling drives me like a drug, a drug that I am addicted to, and in order to fulfill this addiction, I will do anything imaginable or unimaginable.
Deathrow begins talking to himself once again “Hmm babies I wonder if thers any newborn at the hospital. God I’m hungry. Chicken pot chicken pot chicken pot pie. Oh god yessss.”
Deathrow - you know what, enough of the pep talk and the chit chat, it is time to get down to some business. Instead of being the new guy sitting in the back learning the ropes, I want to be out there in the ring, showing everyone exactly what I am made of. So... I do not know any of the wrestlers here in the NAPW that well so I do not know who I hate and who I hate with a passion There you have it NAPW.
Deathrow looks away and starts talking to himself once more. “Man oh boy Billy. I love Billy. I Wonder what he is doing. I better call him.”
The scene fades out…………..