Post by "LDK" Lloyd Rees on Apr 7, 2007 10:19:40 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]FUZZZZ[/glow]
-John Salty opens his eyes and lets his surrounds come into to view. There is not too much, fairly empty room with concrete walls. As his head clears more and more John comes to the realization that he has been tied to a chair. It all comes back to him, the bar, the woman, his attacker. What is this all about? Who would want to harm John Salty? Ok, the list could be endless, but who is the man in the ski mask? Maybe we are about to get some answers. Salty begins to squirm in his chair as the familiar voice of the masked man speaks from a distance.-
Familiar Voice: Relax John. There is no way your going to get out of that chair…
-John tries to speak, but the duct tape over this mouth prevents it. First time Salty has ever been speech less.-
Familiar Voice: What is wrong John? Do you have something you would like to say to me?
-The man in the ski mask enters the room. He approaches John and as he exits the shadows we can see that he has a lead pipe in his hands. The masked man quickly rips the tape from Salty’s mouth.-
Familiar Voice: There you go old man…If you got something to say, say it!!
-A look of fear has completely absorbed John’s face, but against his better good, he speaks.-
J. Salty: Lord tunder’n jesus b’y!! What da hell is dis all about?! What are you, some crazed wrasslin’ fan?! If ya want a f**k’n autograph, I can give it t’ya!! If you want t’meet Lloyd Rees, I can arrange d’hat!! But, d’ere is no need of tie’n me t’dis chair and attack’n me in da street…
-A light comes on in Salty’s head. This is more than some crazed wrestling fan, this is serious. Who ever this guy is, has had this planned for a while.-
J. Salty: What do ya want, better yet who are you?
Familiar Voice: What I want, well that is simple John. It is all about revenge!! You and your lackey, Lloyd Rees, are a plague to this sport. You two do not deserve the distinction you receive…
J. Salty: Yer jealous!! Yer jealous of everyting Lloyd and meself have accomplished. Who are you...Is d’hat you Bayman Jakey?!
-The masked man gets in John’s face.-
Familiar Voice: BAYMAN JAKEY?! Do you actually think that that drunken fisher man would be able to pull this off?! To tell you the truth John, it does not really matter who I am. What matters is what I am about to do!
-The masked man starts to tap the lead pipe in his hands. John fears for his life.-
J. Salty: Dis isn’t necessary b’y! Can’t we come t’some solution?
Familiar Voice: I have the solution right here John!!
-The masked man swings the lead pipe.-
[glow=red,2,300]SMASH!![/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]DARKNESS!![/glow]
-REBEL Pro banner, in front of the banner, current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees and to his right, “The Chairman” David Banks. No introductions this time. Lloyd begins to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Listen up Kyle Roberts!! Dis Tuesday is a big night for you huh?! A good chance fer you t’get a shot at a singles title, a chance for you t’prove t’da entire world d’hat Stylin’ Kyle is a lot more d’hat just some washed up tag team specialist try’n t’make a go at it in a real man’s world, well you’ve been thrown t’da dogs dis time Kyle and I ain’t talk’n about d’hen utter two Larries involved in dis match…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Now don’t get me wrong Roberts, out of everyone in dis match, yer probably da one I respect da most. Classic turn on yer former tag partner, Bruce Richards, I solute you but, do you honestly tink d’hat ya can step into da ring with da “LDK” and come out victorious?! I tink not!! Sure, ya managed t’get da one-two-three over me in a tag match where me partner, D!, tried t’talk his way into a date with a fan at ringside, but d’hat Kyle, was just a lucky turn for you…
-The gleam from the Lloyd's gold shines directly into the camera, he adjust the multiple belts and continues.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Dis Tuesday, luck will not play a role! D’ere are no partners, no one watch’n yer back and ya have t’worry about da best dame wrassler in da business, da TECHNICAL TERROR, da “LDK”…LLOYD REES!! You’re one single match in REBEL won’t give any advantage against a man d’hat has won every stupid gimmick match thrown at him. Hell!! I even beat some idiot zombie in a Casket of Ketchup Match…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Either way ya look at Stylin’, I hope it comes down t’me and you. A chance for me t’add another loser t’da ever grow’n list of people d’hat taught d’hey could hold a candle t’Lloyd Rees but, quickly came t’da realization d’hat d’hat is nothing but some foolish pipe dream…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Now I have more important matters t’attend to. I have got t’find me manager…
-Rees and Banks exit, scene fades.-
-Not having any idea what has happen to his manager and friend, John Salty, we find the “LDK” Lloyd Rees sitting on the couch in his Raleigh, North Carolina, hotel room. The phone rings, Rees answers.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yello…
-It is David Banks on the other side of the line. The scene splits as to hear Banks’s side of the conversation.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Hey Lloyd, have you heard from John?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: No b’y I haven’t! I’m start’n t’get a little concerned. Where da hell can he be? It’s been two days now!
“The Chairman” David Banks: I am not sure Lloyd, but we are going to have to get the cops involved or something. We have looked all over town, in all the spots John would or could be, and nothing. This is serious…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I get it Banks, yer right. I’ll contact da authorities…
“The Chairman” David Banks: Ok Lloyd. Let me know what they say, later.
-Lloyd hangs up the phone and starts to look around the hotel for the local phonebook. He finds it, opens it up, and begins to flick through it looking for the number but, before he can find it, the phone rings.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yello…
-A look of concern appears on Lloyd’s face.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yes, dis is Lloyd Rees…
-A few moments of listening pass.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’ll be d’here as some as I can…
-Rees hangs up the phone and immediately dials. Banks picks up on the other side.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks, they found John! He’s in the hospital!
-The scene fades as Lloyd grabs his coat and heads out the door.-
-John Salty opens his eyes and lets his surrounds come into to view. There is not too much, fairly empty room with concrete walls. As his head clears more and more John comes to the realization that he has been tied to a chair. It all comes back to him, the bar, the woman, his attacker. What is this all about? Who would want to harm John Salty? Ok, the list could be endless, but who is the man in the ski mask? Maybe we are about to get some answers. Salty begins to squirm in his chair as the familiar voice of the masked man speaks from a distance.-
Familiar Voice: Relax John. There is no way your going to get out of that chair…
-John tries to speak, but the duct tape over this mouth prevents it. First time Salty has ever been speech less.-
Familiar Voice: What is wrong John? Do you have something you would like to say to me?
-The man in the ski mask enters the room. He approaches John and as he exits the shadows we can see that he has a lead pipe in his hands. The masked man quickly rips the tape from Salty’s mouth.-
Familiar Voice: There you go old man…If you got something to say, say it!!
-A look of fear has completely absorbed John’s face, but against his better good, he speaks.-
J. Salty: Lord tunder’n jesus b’y!! What da hell is dis all about?! What are you, some crazed wrasslin’ fan?! If ya want a f**k’n autograph, I can give it t’ya!! If you want t’meet Lloyd Rees, I can arrange d’hat!! But, d’ere is no need of tie’n me t’dis chair and attack’n me in da street…
-A light comes on in Salty’s head. This is more than some crazed wrestling fan, this is serious. Who ever this guy is, has had this planned for a while.-
J. Salty: What do ya want, better yet who are you?
Familiar Voice: What I want, well that is simple John. It is all about revenge!! You and your lackey, Lloyd Rees, are a plague to this sport. You two do not deserve the distinction you receive…
J. Salty: Yer jealous!! Yer jealous of everyting Lloyd and meself have accomplished. Who are you...Is d’hat you Bayman Jakey?!
-The masked man gets in John’s face.-
Familiar Voice: BAYMAN JAKEY?! Do you actually think that that drunken fisher man would be able to pull this off?! To tell you the truth John, it does not really matter who I am. What matters is what I am about to do!
-The masked man starts to tap the lead pipe in his hands. John fears for his life.-
J. Salty: Dis isn’t necessary b’y! Can’t we come t’some solution?
Familiar Voice: I have the solution right here John!!
-The masked man swings the lead pipe.-
[glow=red,2,300]SMASH!![/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]DARKNESS!![/glow]
-REBEL Pro banner, in front of the banner, current NAPW Provincial Champion, “LDK” Lloyd Rees and to his right, “The Chairman” David Banks. No introductions this time. Lloyd begins to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Listen up Kyle Roberts!! Dis Tuesday is a big night for you huh?! A good chance fer you t’get a shot at a singles title, a chance for you t’prove t’da entire world d’hat Stylin’ Kyle is a lot more d’hat just some washed up tag team specialist try’n t’make a go at it in a real man’s world, well you’ve been thrown t’da dogs dis time Kyle and I ain’t talk’n about d’hen utter two Larries involved in dis match…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Now don’t get me wrong Roberts, out of everyone in dis match, yer probably da one I respect da most. Classic turn on yer former tag partner, Bruce Richards, I solute you but, do you honestly tink d’hat ya can step into da ring with da “LDK” and come out victorious?! I tink not!! Sure, ya managed t’get da one-two-three over me in a tag match where me partner, D!, tried t’talk his way into a date with a fan at ringside, but d’hat Kyle, was just a lucky turn for you…
-The gleam from the Lloyd's gold shines directly into the camera, he adjust the multiple belts and continues.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Dis Tuesday, luck will not play a role! D’ere are no partners, no one watch’n yer back and ya have t’worry about da best dame wrassler in da business, da TECHNICAL TERROR, da “LDK”…LLOYD REES!! You’re one single match in REBEL won’t give any advantage against a man d’hat has won every stupid gimmick match thrown at him. Hell!! I even beat some idiot zombie in a Casket of Ketchup Match…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Either way ya look at Stylin’, I hope it comes down t’me and you. A chance for me t’add another loser t’da ever grow’n list of people d’hat taught d’hey could hold a candle t’Lloyd Rees but, quickly came t’da realization d’hat d’hat is nothing but some foolish pipe dream…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Now I have more important matters t’attend to. I have got t’find me manager…
-Rees and Banks exit, scene fades.-
-Not having any idea what has happen to his manager and friend, John Salty, we find the “LDK” Lloyd Rees sitting on the couch in his Raleigh, North Carolina, hotel room. The phone rings, Rees answers.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yello…
-It is David Banks on the other side of the line. The scene splits as to hear Banks’s side of the conversation.-
“The Chairman” David Banks: Hey Lloyd, have you heard from John?
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: No b’y I haven’t! I’m start’n t’get a little concerned. Where da hell can he be? It’s been two days now!
“The Chairman” David Banks: I am not sure Lloyd, but we are going to have to get the cops involved or something. We have looked all over town, in all the spots John would or could be, and nothing. This is serious…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I get it Banks, yer right. I’ll contact da authorities…
“The Chairman” David Banks: Ok Lloyd. Let me know what they say, later.
-Lloyd hangs up the phone and starts to look around the hotel for the local phonebook. He finds it, opens it up, and begins to flick through it looking for the number but, before he can find it, the phone rings.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yello…
-A look of concern appears on Lloyd’s face.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Yes, dis is Lloyd Rees…
-A few moments of listening pass.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’ll be d’here as some as I can…
-Rees hangs up the phone and immediately dials. Banks picks up on the other side.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Banks, they found John! He’s in the hospital!
-The scene fades as Lloyd grabs his coat and heads out the door.-