Post by predator on Jan 17, 2006 20:38:26 GMT -5
We fade into a rather small man in a dark alley surrounded by around . . . no, exactly 12 larger men. We look at him and can guess that he is around his late 20's, well educated, and quite affluent. The men surrounding him are quite obviously members of a larger corperation of gansters. Their clothes are baggy, ripped, and in dire need of washing, and their hair styles are rather new . . . (cough, cough).
The smaller man whimpers in fear, clutching a small bag. The 12 men begin to circle the smaller man like a flock of spiteful vultures. As they draw nearer, and nearer, the man actually cries out in fear.
Up on the roof over the alley in which the smaller man is being attacked, the sillouette of a very large man crouches on the spot like a statue. He wears ripped black jeans, black boots, a thick brown glove on his left hand, black dread locks, and shirtless. But, ultimately the most obvious feature about this man, is the silver mask that conceals his face.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - Look at this . . . filth. Is there really any other word for it? Groups of people attacking other people more fortunate than themselves for personal profit. Much like the likes of Chris Casino . . .
The flock of gangsters decide it's time to swoop in for the kill, and begin to attack the man. He cries out in fear and agony as he falls to the ground, and has the life nearly kicked out of him. Predator stands up, unnoticed by the hoard of muggers. The man loks up expectantly at The Predator.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - You know what I do about things like this?
He dives down at the aid of the man, and slings a shot of wire from his gauntlet. It catches hold of a ledge, and he swings through them, grabbing a few of them on his way through, and throwing them at the unforgiving brick wall ahead.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - I put a stop to it all.
He then goes to the direct aid of the man, eliminating them by means of various powerhouse moves. Things like powerbombs and chokebombs. The men cowar in fear of The Predator, and cowardly flee. The Predator then hands the man his bag and leaps off into the night.
The camera closes up on a rooftop. Not a special rooftop, or anything like that, basically the same as any rooftop. The Predator is seen leaping roofs in the distance. Eventually he reaches this particular one, and lands nimbly on his feet.
PREDATOR - I hear Ravager's kind words and wonder is this is a man worthy of the title. Ravager, I thank you for your respect. As you probably well know, you get what you give in this buisiness, and if respect is what you give, respect is what you will receive.
He walks over to the ledge of the rooftop.
PREDATOR - Your determination is admirable, as well. I have seen you carry that Provincial Title. I saw you lose and retain it time and time again, and in time, you will become another champion. But Joker's Wild is not your time. I'm not going to brag and say it's mine. That is too common among NAPW Superstars.
Predator turns his head to face the camera, his silver mask glistening in the moonlight.
PREDATOR - Ravager, you ave earned my respect. I have yet to hear from the rest of the superstars in our match, so I will tell them this . . . The Hunt has Begun.
He turns and leaps off the roof as we fade to black.
The smaller man whimpers in fear, clutching a small bag. The 12 men begin to circle the smaller man like a flock of spiteful vultures. As they draw nearer, and nearer, the man actually cries out in fear.
Up on the roof over the alley in which the smaller man is being attacked, the sillouette of a very large man crouches on the spot like a statue. He wears ripped black jeans, black boots, a thick brown glove on his left hand, black dread locks, and shirtless. But, ultimately the most obvious feature about this man, is the silver mask that conceals his face.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - Look at this . . . filth. Is there really any other word for it? Groups of people attacking other people more fortunate than themselves for personal profit. Much like the likes of Chris Casino . . .
The flock of gangsters decide it's time to swoop in for the kill, and begin to attack the man. He cries out in fear and agony as he falls to the ground, and has the life nearly kicked out of him. Predator stands up, unnoticed by the hoard of muggers. The man loks up expectantly at The Predator.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - You know what I do about things like this?
He dives down at the aid of the man, and slings a shot of wire from his gauntlet. It catches hold of a ledge, and he swings through them, grabbing a few of them on his way through, and throwing them at the unforgiving brick wall ahead.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - I put a stop to it all.
He then goes to the direct aid of the man, eliminating them by means of various powerhouse moves. Things like powerbombs and chokebombs. The men cowar in fear of The Predator, and cowardly flee. The Predator then hands the man his bag and leaps off into the night.
The camera closes up on a rooftop. Not a special rooftop, or anything like that, basically the same as any rooftop. The Predator is seen leaping roofs in the distance. Eventually he reaches this particular one, and lands nimbly on his feet.
PREDATOR - I hear Ravager's kind words and wonder is this is a man worthy of the title. Ravager, I thank you for your respect. As you probably well know, you get what you give in this buisiness, and if respect is what you give, respect is what you will receive.
He walks over to the ledge of the rooftop.
PREDATOR - Your determination is admirable, as well. I have seen you carry that Provincial Title. I saw you lose and retain it time and time again, and in time, you will become another champion. But Joker's Wild is not your time. I'm not going to brag and say it's mine. That is too common among NAPW Superstars.
Predator turns his head to face the camera, his silver mask glistening in the moonlight.
PREDATOR - Ravager, you ave earned my respect. I have yet to hear from the rest of the superstars in our match, so I will tell them this . . . The Hunt has Begun.
He turns and leaps off the roof as we fade to black.