Post by The Plague on Nov 6, 2005 23:55:57 GMT -5
About an hour before the match, The Plague is alone in the champion's dressing room. A white towel is over his shoulders, and he sits still and intense, resting his forehead in his hands. The NAPW Championship belt rests in his lap. The camera comes closer. The Plague looks up, piercing cold blue eyes and half his lips twisted in an arrogant, cocky grin.
It's close, isn't it, kid? In about an hour, you're going to step out out from the curtain and feel that thrill. And listen up, you think you're the only one who feels it everytime they step out of the curtain? We all feel it. Every one of us. Tonight, when you step out from that curtain, I want you to do something for me. I want you to savor every minute of that ovation, every minute of that anticipation. The bottom line is that tonight, I'm going to beat you in the center of the ring and retain my NAPW championship, and it's going to be a long, long time before you make it back to my level. But hell, punk chump or no, you've got all the potential in the world and kid! I want you to hold onto the memory of tonight! Grab onto it and don't let it go! Because that's what it is in the SPORT of professional wrestling, that's what we live for ---- It's what we fight for --- It's what we spend our lives for! To be the best! To be the champion and wear that ten pounds of gold around your waist!
ONE LETTER...said real loud, that's how it goes isn't it? You know how it goes for me: The Plague can't be stopped by quarantine, vaccination or anti-dote! Make no mistake about, kid! I'm going to kill you out there tonight! It'll be BLACK DEATH all over!
But when you go home and wake up tomorrow morning, I want you to REMEMBER! Dammit! Remember everything you felt when you came out of that black curtain the night before! It's what separates the MEN from the boys, D! You either curl up and die, or you get back up, and you work that much harder to make it to the top! What the hell are you gonna do?
It's all yours, kid. Bring your best!and leave it in the ring, because when it's all said and done, you're not taking my title...
But you can still take your pride. It's all up to you. You little punk, don't you dare disappoint me.
The Plague stands to his feet, and for a moment the screen is filled with a close shot of the NAPW Championship Gold, The Plague's name clear. Fade.
It's close, isn't it, kid? In about an hour, you're going to step out out from the curtain and feel that thrill. And listen up, you think you're the only one who feels it everytime they step out of the curtain? We all feel it. Every one of us. Tonight, when you step out from that curtain, I want you to do something for me. I want you to savor every minute of that ovation, every minute of that anticipation. The bottom line is that tonight, I'm going to beat you in the center of the ring and retain my NAPW championship, and it's going to be a long, long time before you make it back to my level. But hell, punk chump or no, you've got all the potential in the world and kid! I want you to hold onto the memory of tonight! Grab onto it and don't let it go! Because that's what it is in the SPORT of professional wrestling, that's what we live for ---- It's what we fight for --- It's what we spend our lives for! To be the best! To be the champion and wear that ten pounds of gold around your waist!
ONE LETTER...said real loud, that's how it goes isn't it? You know how it goes for me: The Plague can't be stopped by quarantine, vaccination or anti-dote! Make no mistake about, kid! I'm going to kill you out there tonight! It'll be BLACK DEATH all over!
But when you go home and wake up tomorrow morning, I want you to REMEMBER! Dammit! Remember everything you felt when you came out of that black curtain the night before! It's what separates the MEN from the boys, D! You either curl up and die, or you get back up, and you work that much harder to make it to the top! What the hell are you gonna do?
It's all yours, kid. Bring your best!and leave it in the ring, because when it's all said and done, you're not taking my title...
But you can still take your pride. It's all up to you. You little punk, don't you dare disappoint me.
The Plague stands to his feet, and for a moment the screen is filled with a close shot of the NAPW Championship Gold, The Plague's name clear. Fade.