Post by "LDK" Lloyd Rees on Apr 8, 2007 23:02:25 GMT -5
- A REBEL Pro camera looks upon Dorothea Dix Hospital, 820 S Boylan Avenue, Raleigh, North Carolina. A cab pulls up outside its main entrance. Out hops Lloyd Rees and David Banks, they book for door and enter the hospital without stopping, the camera flows. Rees and Banks head up to the information desk and Lloyd instantly starts to drill the women with questions.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Where is he?! Where is John Salty?! Ye guys called me, so ya know where he is!! Tell me!!
Women: Calm down sir. Who are you looking for?!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I just told ya who I’m look’n fer, John Salty!! Where da hell is he?!
Women: Like I said sir, calm down and we will get right on locating Mr. Salty…
-Lloyd turns to Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ya see Banks, just another reason t’hate d’ese places…Ya tink d’hey would be able t’tell us want we want t’know, d’hey called us god dame it!!
Women: Sir, d’ere is no need for d’hat language! Just give me a minute…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Can you at least tell me what is wrong with him?!
Woman: Yer friend has suffered a vicious beating. He is lucky to be alive.
-Lloyd looks stunned. He turns to Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Who da hell would do dis Banks?! Salty’s an old man, a tough old man, but an old man none the lease…
“The Chairman” David Banks: I don’t know Lloyd. I’m sure we will find out more when we see the Doctor.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I do know one ting Banks, whoever did dis is go’n t’pay!!
-The woman speaks up.-
Woman: Sir, your friend can be found on the fifth floor, room 573.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Thanks…
-Lloyd and Banks head for the elevator, camera in tow. The head up to the fifth floor, down the hall to room 573, and open the door. The camera peers in to the room. We can see John Salty, in a hospital bed, badly bruised and bloodied after the beating he received from the man on the ski mask. Multiple hoses and tubes surround his body. Rees walks straight up the Doctor.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Give it t’me straight Doctor…
-Banks looks back toward the camera, gives a wave, and shuts the door in the camera man’s face. Scene fades.-
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK…
-No time for banners, titles belts, or introductions. The camera focuses on Rees, a house of fire, and he starts to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Someone has crossed da line, even fer me standards, and when I find out whoever da hell laided d’ere hands John d’hey are go’n t’pay dearly and d’hat is a f**k’n promise.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: But, not I turn me attention t’ Tommy Deathrow, a man d’hat is nothing but complete waste of me time!! Not only am I go’n t’make a complete show of dis bitch in two weeks when I take da NAPW Tag Team Titles away from him, but I’m go’n t’devastate him dis Tuesday…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: “Superstar” I usually come out here and shoot me face off about how much ya suck and ya don’t stand a chance in hell against da “LDK” but, I ain’t in da mood fer da shit so here it is…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m da man, and yer a complete joke!! Dis match is mine, like it or lump it!!
-Lloyd exits as the scene fades.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Where is he?! Where is John Salty?! Ye guys called me, so ya know where he is!! Tell me!!
Women: Calm down sir. Who are you looking for?!
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I just told ya who I’m look’n fer, John Salty!! Where da hell is he?!
Women: Like I said sir, calm down and we will get right on locating Mr. Salty…
-Lloyd turns to Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Ya see Banks, just another reason t’hate d’ese places…Ya tink d’hey would be able t’tell us want we want t’know, d’hey called us god dame it!!
Women: Sir, d’ere is no need for d’hat language! Just give me a minute…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Can you at least tell me what is wrong with him?!
Woman: Yer friend has suffered a vicious beating. He is lucky to be alive.
-Lloyd looks stunned. He turns to Banks.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Who da hell would do dis Banks?! Salty’s an old man, a tough old man, but an old man none the lease…
“The Chairman” David Banks: I don’t know Lloyd. I’m sure we will find out more when we see the Doctor.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I do know one ting Banks, whoever did dis is go’n t’pay!!
-The woman speaks up.-
Woman: Sir, your friend can be found on the fifth floor, room 573.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Thanks…
-Lloyd and Banks head for the elevator, camera in tow. The head up to the fifth floor, down the hall to room 573, and open the door. The camera peers in to the room. We can see John Salty, in a hospital bed, badly bruised and bloodied after the beating he received from the man on the ski mask. Multiple hoses and tubes surround his body. Rees walks straight up the Doctor.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Give it t’me straight Doctor…
-Banks looks back toward the camera, gives a wave, and shuts the door in the camera man’s face. Scene fades.-
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK…
-No time for banners, titles belts, or introductions. The camera focuses on Rees, a house of fire, and he starts to speak.-
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: Someone has crossed da line, even fer me standards, and when I find out whoever da hell laided d’ere hands John d’hey are go’n t’pay dearly and d’hat is a f**k’n promise.
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: But, not I turn me attention t’ Tommy Deathrow, a man d’hat is nothing but complete waste of me time!! Not only am I go’n t’make a complete show of dis bitch in two weeks when I take da NAPW Tag Team Titles away from him, but I’m go’n t’devastate him dis Tuesday…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: “Superstar” I usually come out here and shoot me face off about how much ya suck and ya don’t stand a chance in hell against da “LDK” but, I ain’t in da mood fer da shit so here it is…
“LDK” Lloyd Rees: I’m da man, and yer a complete joke!! Dis match is mine, like it or lump it!!
-Lloyd exits as the scene fades.-