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Post by technique on Jan 5, 2006 19:32:27 GMT -5
Scene opens, and Technique sits in his 64 Impala. He listens to a pair of suspicious men behind him. As he looks out of the corner of his eye, he sees one man's silouette and the hardened, sculpted look of the other man's face as though it were a mask, and the black clothing he wears. The other man is obviously a foot taller, and his silouette reveals silver hair and an aged, aquiline profile.
Man in black: He's in the car. Would you like to continue?
Older, taller: No, you dolt, he can hear us. Don't worry, the champ will stay champ, regardless.
The older and taller man has what sounds like a slight german accent. The shorter man in black sounds like he's American. Technique speaks rather loudly so the two can hear.
Technique: Sounds like you boys want to mess with the best? Would you like to enter the House of Pain?
The two men cowardly flee. Technique chuckles, and looks up at the camera.
Technique: So, Immortal has taken off. No matter. We are both better singles anyhow. But Chris Casino, I want you to always remember that you are in my crosshares. So my House of Pain will have a new visitor.
He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out rimless shades.
Technique: I challenge Static to a Falls Count Anywhere, No Disqualification match. And he better bring a weopon, because I will not back down. You have until Monday Night Fights to decline, because if you don't, you will show up. I have trained my ass off. I will not lose. Casino, Ravager, Minstrel, Maniac, and Static--
--I wont lose, I can't lose.-- --The Technique never Dies--
Scene fades out.
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