Post by game on Jan 11, 2006 23:17:08 GMT -5
The screen fades up to Blake Larkinson sitting at a rather dusty old desk. The sounds of Apocalypse snarling and spitting can be heard off camera.
Blake - I have come here to address two superstars. Don Travelli and The Crusher. I simply want to make a point of explaining the situation you have put yourselves in.
I knew Apocalypse growing up. He was a very feared child in the playground by the time he was in grade 4, and usually got what he wanted. When he didn't, he might maul the nearest person until he couldn't fight back.
I tagged along because I didn't want to get my ass kicked, truthfully. When he offered me a job as his manager, I couldn't refuse. When 'Wahoo' Bobby Winchell approved with making me his manager, I was thankful. But I still feared him, as I do now.
Blake pauses to make sure Apocalypse didn't wake.
Blake - He has his good nights a bad nights. The snarling and spitting is a good night. A bad night? (he shudders) A bad night is when he walks around smashing things in his sleep.
He dreams of his childhood. He had very abusive parents, and that is probably the reason the poor man is out of his mind. After grade 8, he dropped out of school and joined a local street wrestling federation. Regrettably, I followed.
When he became the Ultimate World Heavyweight Champion at age 17, I was overjoyed. Because I knew I managed him to victory.
Back then, he was known as 'The Nightmare', as he was previously known in the NAPW. His real name was Gregory Micheal Hanson, but he made me swear never to use that name. He was known as Apocalypse, and nothing else.
Basically what I am asking, is that you let Apocalypse win tomorrow. For your own good. He is a crazy man when he has to put up with competition, and if he gets mad, everyone has to pay for it.
Crusher, and Travelli. You saw what happened to Big Mitch. I am a good person, I only want to protect you. If he loses, either of you will not be around to show off that title. If you refuse my generous offer, you better battle smart. My client---
He looks to somewhere behind the camera. Apocalypse's voice is heard. Blake runs off-camera, and the camera tips over. The lights cut out.
Blake - I have come here to address two superstars. Don Travelli and The Crusher. I simply want to make a point of explaining the situation you have put yourselves in.
I knew Apocalypse growing up. He was a very feared child in the playground by the time he was in grade 4, and usually got what he wanted. When he didn't, he might maul the nearest person until he couldn't fight back.
I tagged along because I didn't want to get my ass kicked, truthfully. When he offered me a job as his manager, I couldn't refuse. When 'Wahoo' Bobby Winchell approved with making me his manager, I was thankful. But I still feared him, as I do now.
Blake pauses to make sure Apocalypse didn't wake.
Blake - He has his good nights a bad nights. The snarling and spitting is a good night. A bad night? (he shudders) A bad night is when he walks around smashing things in his sleep.
He dreams of his childhood. He had very abusive parents, and that is probably the reason the poor man is out of his mind. After grade 8, he dropped out of school and joined a local street wrestling federation. Regrettably, I followed.
When he became the Ultimate World Heavyweight Champion at age 17, I was overjoyed. Because I knew I managed him to victory.
Back then, he was known as 'The Nightmare', as he was previously known in the NAPW. His real name was Gregory Micheal Hanson, but he made me swear never to use that name. He was known as Apocalypse, and nothing else.
Basically what I am asking, is that you let Apocalypse win tomorrow. For your own good. He is a crazy man when he has to put up with competition, and if he gets mad, everyone has to pay for it.
Crusher, and Travelli. You saw what happened to Big Mitch. I am a good person, I only want to protect you. If he loses, either of you will not be around to show off that title. If you refuse my generous offer, you better battle smart. My client---
He looks to somewhere behind the camera. Apocalypse's voice is heard. Blake runs off-camera, and the camera tips over. The lights cut out.