Post by predator on Jan 24, 2006 21:34:02 GMT -5
We fade up into a cold Edmonton street. the streets are evidently paved in ice and snow as the cars rolling upon them swerve and slide around corners. The rooftops are also paved in snow, except the patches around various heating vents. It is night, and the stars sparkle, surrounding a bright moon. Crouching on the edge of the rooftop, dressed in black jeans and a silver mask, The Predator.
Predator is kneeling on the edge of the building, gazing down at the busy, icy streets. He then notices our prescence and stands. As he walks toward the camera, we notice the Canadian version of the NAPW Title. He stops in front of the camera, removes the belt from his shoulder, and gazes into the reflection of his silver mask.
PREDATOR - Why the Hell do I still have this? It is not rightfully mine, nor is it my right to carry it. So why do I keep it?
He stares down into his reflection, closely.
PREDATOR - Is it . . . is it because I try to hide my shame behind a belt? Do I need a belt to hide behind?
He puts it back over his shoulder and laughs under his breath. He then looks directly at the camera, his mood completely changed as the subject has changed with it.
PREDATOR - Something else has been brought to my attention. Cartwright. You have the nerve to challenge me for my #1 Contendership? Only after I have been given it? All you need to do is ask, I might have given it to you. I have no interest in that belt, but if I must, I must . . .
He ponders his upcoming match with anticipation as we fade to black.
Predator is kneeling on the edge of the building, gazing down at the busy, icy streets. He then notices our prescence and stands. As he walks toward the camera, we notice the Canadian version of the NAPW Title. He stops in front of the camera, removes the belt from his shoulder, and gazes into the reflection of his silver mask.
PREDATOR - Why the Hell do I still have this? It is not rightfully mine, nor is it my right to carry it. So why do I keep it?
He stares down into his reflection, closely.
PREDATOR - Is it . . . is it because I try to hide my shame behind a belt? Do I need a belt to hide behind?
He puts it back over his shoulder and laughs under his breath. He then looks directly at the camera, his mood completely changed as the subject has changed with it.
PREDATOR - Something else has been brought to my attention. Cartwright. You have the nerve to challenge me for my #1 Contendership? Only after I have been given it? All you need to do is ask, I might have given it to you. I have no interest in that belt, but if I must, I must . . .
He ponders his upcoming match with anticipation as we fade to black.