Post by "LDK" Lloyd Rees on Apr 6, 2007 0:41:47 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]FLASHBACK!![/glow]
-We are inside the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub on 218 Blount Street, North Carolina.-
J. Salty: I got t’take a piss b’ys…
-Salty manages to get to his feet and heads towards the restroom for the tenth time tonight. This time, the camera follows John to the restroom. Salty falls toward the restroom door and it flies open, unluckily for John, there is a large, toothless, redneck on the other side. John tries to explain himself to the obviously pissed hillbilly.-
J.Salty: Sorry buddy…Didn’t see ya d’ere!
Hillbilly: Watch where you’re going next time boy…
-Salty answers back under his breath.-
J.Salty: Ya wouldn’t be so mouthy if Lloyd was stand’n next t’me hick…
Hillbilly: What did yous say old man?
J. Salty: Nothing…Just here t’take a piss man…
Hillbilly: That’s right!! If yous know what’s good for yous you’ll keep you’re mouth shut!!
J. Salty: Not look’n fer trouble…
Hillbilly: Better keep it that way!!
-John just heads to the urinal to take a piss and the hillbilly leaves the restroom. Salty finishes up, washes his hands, and takes a look in the mirror.-
J. Salty: Look’n good Salty b’y!!
-Salty heads out of the restroom and back toward the table where Lloyd and Banks are sitting, but he is stopped dead in his tracks by a voice.-
Voice: Hey handsome!
-Salty looks in the direction of the voice. A woman, in here fifties, is the source of the voice. Salty approaches here.-
J. Salty: Why hello d’ere young lady. Could ol’Salty buy ya a drink?
50+ Woman: Sure…Budweiser!
-Salty orders two Buds from the bartender and turns back to the woman.-
J. Salty: So, what’s yer name?
50+ Woman: I like your accent. Where you from?
J. Salty: Newfoundland…
50+ Woman: Newfoundland? Where’s that?
J. Salty: It’s a large island on da east coast of Canada but, where I’m from don’t make a lick of difference honey…
50+ Woman: I need a smoke! You want to join me?
J. Salty: Sure…
-Salty and the woman walk outside. The woman lights a cigarette and offers one to John. Even though he is not a cigarette smoker, he takes one. They chat and smoke. After a few minutes, done their cigarettes, Salty heads for the pub door.-
J. Salty: Want another beer?
50+ Woman: I have a six-pack in my fridge at home…
J. Salty: But, what good is d’hat t’us now…OH!! I get it! Let’s go!! Oh, hold on a sec! I got t’let me buddies know I’m take’n off.
50+ Woman: Don’t worry about them!
J. Salty: Ya, yer right! I’ll just meet up with d’hem t’morrow…
-John Salty wraps his arm around his new friend and walk down Blount Street into the darkness of the North Carolina night. Not a minute goes by and Lloyd and Banks walk out from the pub. Banks is holding Rees up.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: I wish John would have at least told us when he was leaving. We could have been out of here already…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Stop yer whine’n Banks! Da most import ting is d’hat we find a place with beer…
-Scene fades only to reopen a few minutes and blocks away. John Salty and the woman from the bar are walking down the street toward the woman’s apartment.-
J. Salty: Like I was say’n missus, I’ve been all over da world and worked with da bust wrasslers da business has t’offer but, none better d’han me number one man Lloyd Rees…
-The woman, obviously not interested in wrestling, just nods her head in acknowledgement.-
J. Salty: So, how frig’n far away do ya live?! We’ve been walk’n fer a long time and I’m start’n t’get tristy…
50+ Woman: Being thirsty should be the last of your worries!!
J. Salty: Wow!! Yer real feisty!!
-The woman slaps John in the mouth.-
50+ Woman: You’re f**king disgusting!! Do you actually think that I would ever sleep with you?!
J. Salty: Huh?!
-A voice comes from behind John Salty. It sounds real familiar but, we can not quite place it.-
Familiar Voice: Turn around fish-breath!!
-Salty turns around only to find himself face to face with a man in a ski mask. He swings big and John and connects.-
[glow=black,2,300]BLACKNESS!![/glow]
-“Golden Opportunities” banner hangs in the background, in the foreground, the current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees, and “The Chairman” David Banks. With the whereabouts of John Salty unknown, Banks gets the ball rolling.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Here he is folks the “LDK”...LLOYD REES!!
-Lloyd looks at Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’hat is it? Man I miss John…But, now’s not da time t’worry about me miss’n buddy, no! Right now I must turn me attention t’dis upcome’n Tuesday, da Four-Corner Survival Match t’determine da number one contender for da REBEL Pro Heavyweight Championship, and one of me opponents…The NAPW Champion, Ravager!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Da man d’hat just managed t’edge me by da slightest margin in his first defense of his title tinks d’hat he is go’n t’be able t’pull da same s**t again. Well Ravager, I say ya better come back down from yer high cloud and reconsider exactly what yer look’n at dis Tuesday. Ya see, fer ya t’have one victory over da “LDK” is phenominial and without a doubt will go down as da highlight of yer career but, fer yer lame a** t’get another victory over da TECHNICAL TERROR would take ya t’a level d’hat ya could only dream of, a level d’hat is associated with only one man in dis business, da man d’hat is stare’n ya straight in da face, da one and da only…ME!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: As tuff as ya talk, ya know in yer heart d’hat yer victory over me was one of da biggest upsets da NAPW has ever seen and I know d’hat eats at ya from da inside out; know’n d’hat d’hat very night, some higher power taught ya should, fer some reason, get da win over da obviously better man. But, if d’ere is one ting ya can’t change in yer life, its da simple fact d’hat you, even though you hold da NAPW Championship, will never be on da same level as me…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Sure, you’ll put up a good fight and ya might even manager t’put on a good enough show’n t’take Roberts and Deathrow out of da match, but when ya turn around and yer face t’face with da “LDK” again, practically s**t’n yer pants in da face of pure greatness, you, like so many befer ya, will cower and shrivel back allow’n me t’do what I do best…WIN!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Come on Banks me ol’cock, lets go try and track down John…
-Scene fades.-
-We are inside the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub on 218 Blount Street, North Carolina.-
J. Salty: I got t’take a piss b’ys…
-Salty manages to get to his feet and heads towards the restroom for the tenth time tonight. This time, the camera follows John to the restroom. Salty falls toward the restroom door and it flies open, unluckily for John, there is a large, toothless, redneck on the other side. John tries to explain himself to the obviously pissed hillbilly.-
J.Salty: Sorry buddy…Didn’t see ya d’ere!
Hillbilly: Watch where you’re going next time boy…
-Salty answers back under his breath.-
J.Salty: Ya wouldn’t be so mouthy if Lloyd was stand’n next t’me hick…
Hillbilly: What did yous say old man?
J. Salty: Nothing…Just here t’take a piss man…
Hillbilly: That’s right!! If yous know what’s good for yous you’ll keep you’re mouth shut!!
J. Salty: Not look’n fer trouble…
Hillbilly: Better keep it that way!!
-John just heads to the urinal to take a piss and the hillbilly leaves the restroom. Salty finishes up, washes his hands, and takes a look in the mirror.-
J. Salty: Look’n good Salty b’y!!
-Salty heads out of the restroom and back toward the table where Lloyd and Banks are sitting, but he is stopped dead in his tracks by a voice.-
Voice: Hey handsome!
-Salty looks in the direction of the voice. A woman, in here fifties, is the source of the voice. Salty approaches here.-
J. Salty: Why hello d’ere young lady. Could ol’Salty buy ya a drink?
50+ Woman: Sure…Budweiser!
-Salty orders two Buds from the bartender and turns back to the woman.-
J. Salty: So, what’s yer name?
50+ Woman: I like your accent. Where you from?
J. Salty: Newfoundland…
50+ Woman: Newfoundland? Where’s that?
J. Salty: It’s a large island on da east coast of Canada but, where I’m from don’t make a lick of difference honey…
50+ Woman: I need a smoke! You want to join me?
J. Salty: Sure…
-Salty and the woman walk outside. The woman lights a cigarette and offers one to John. Even though he is not a cigarette smoker, he takes one. They chat and smoke. After a few minutes, done their cigarettes, Salty heads for the pub door.-
J. Salty: Want another beer?
50+ Woman: I have a six-pack in my fridge at home…
J. Salty: But, what good is d’hat t’us now…OH!! I get it! Let’s go!! Oh, hold on a sec! I got t’let me buddies know I’m take’n off.
50+ Woman: Don’t worry about them!
J. Salty: Ya, yer right! I’ll just meet up with d’hem t’morrow…
-John Salty wraps his arm around his new friend and walk down Blount Street into the darkness of the North Carolina night. Not a minute goes by and Lloyd and Banks walk out from the pub. Banks is holding Rees up.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: I wish John would have at least told us when he was leaving. We could have been out of here already…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Stop yer whine’n Banks! Da most import ting is d’hat we find a place with beer…
-Scene fades only to reopen a few minutes and blocks away. John Salty and the woman from the bar are walking down the street toward the woman’s apartment.-
J. Salty: Like I was say’n missus, I’ve been all over da world and worked with da bust wrasslers da business has t’offer but, none better d’han me number one man Lloyd Rees…
-The woman, obviously not interested in wrestling, just nods her head in acknowledgement.-
J. Salty: So, how frig’n far away do ya live?! We’ve been walk’n fer a long time and I’m start’n t’get tristy…
50+ Woman: Being thirsty should be the last of your worries!!
J. Salty: Wow!! Yer real feisty!!
-The woman slaps John in the mouth.-
50+ Woman: You’re f**king disgusting!! Do you actually think that I would ever sleep with you?!
J. Salty: Huh?!
-A voice comes from behind John Salty. It sounds real familiar but, we can not quite place it.-
Familiar Voice: Turn around fish-breath!!
-Salty turns around only to find himself face to face with a man in a ski mask. He swings big and John and connects.-
[glow=black,2,300]BLACKNESS!![/glow]
-“Golden Opportunities” banner hangs in the background, in the foreground, the current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees, and “The Chairman” David Banks. With the whereabouts of John Salty unknown, Banks gets the ball rolling.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Here he is folks the “LDK”...LLOYD REES!!
-Lloyd looks at Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: D’hat is it? Man I miss John…But, now’s not da time t’worry about me miss’n buddy, no! Right now I must turn me attention t’dis upcome’n Tuesday, da Four-Corner Survival Match t’determine da number one contender for da REBEL Pro Heavyweight Championship, and one of me opponents…The NAPW Champion, Ravager!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Da man d’hat just managed t’edge me by da slightest margin in his first defense of his title tinks d’hat he is go’n t’be able t’pull da same s**t again. Well Ravager, I say ya better come back down from yer high cloud and reconsider exactly what yer look’n at dis Tuesday. Ya see, fer ya t’have one victory over da “LDK” is phenominial and without a doubt will go down as da highlight of yer career but, fer yer lame a** t’get another victory over da TECHNICAL TERROR would take ya t’a level d’hat ya could only dream of, a level d’hat is associated with only one man in dis business, da man d’hat is stare’n ya straight in da face, da one and da only…ME!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: As tuff as ya talk, ya know in yer heart d’hat yer victory over me was one of da biggest upsets da NAPW has ever seen and I know d’hat eats at ya from da inside out; know’n d’hat d’hat very night, some higher power taught ya should, fer some reason, get da win over da obviously better man. But, if d’ere is one ting ya can’t change in yer life, its da simple fact d’hat you, even though you hold da NAPW Championship, will never be on da same level as me…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Sure, you’ll put up a good fight and ya might even manager t’put on a good enough show’n t’take Roberts and Deathrow out of da match, but when ya turn around and yer face t’face with da “LDK” again, practically s**t’n yer pants in da face of pure greatness, you, like so many befer ya, will cower and shrivel back allow’n me t’do what I do best…WIN!!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Come on Banks me ol’cock, lets go try and track down John…
-Scene fades.-