Post by predator on Jan 25, 2006 19:30:01 GMT -5
We fade in to a cold Edmonton street. We appear to be peering out the window of the top floor of a very tall building. Down at the base of the building, people hurriedly enter and leave to and from the cold Edmonton streets like drones, and slip and slide down the sidewalks only a fraction of the cars that are also very violently slipping and sliding. It is early morning; the Sun is just rising, adding an intense red/purple to the overcasting sky.
Cut to the rooftop of this building, staring straight into the rising Sun, which has not risen enough to blind us yet. Kneeling on the edge of the rooftop, staring into the red/purple horizon with a passion, is a familiar figure. He wears torn black jeans, and a long black gauntlet on his left hand. His bare, muscled chest blaring a shade of purple and red, reflecting the Sunlight, and his black dreadlocks lay over his chest and back. Draped over his shoulder is the Canadian version of the NAPW title, and a silver mask of some kind of metal conceals his face. We know this man -- even though it is only the silouette of the man -- to be the phenominal Predator.
Predator continues to stare into the horizon, his mask glowing the exact opposite of silver. Brilliantly glowing a bright gold/red, and sparkling. He lowers his head, slowly, peering at the gold title belt he still wears. He says nothing, but he appears to be thinking very hard. He looks back out to the glowing horizon, staring into the Sun.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - It appears that I have been given the perfect opportunity. An opportunity for the ultimate Hunt. Evan Cartwright has challenged me to a match for my number one contendership to the NAPW Provincial Championship that The Minstrel proudly carries.
The Predator stands, clutching the belt.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - But this match is much, much more to me. Oh yes. It symbolizes the beginning of the End for the Rat Pack. Evan Cartwright is only the beginning. Evan, bring the rest of the Rats with you to ringside. It doesn't matter to me. It really doesn't make my chances of defeat any greater. All it does, is make your inevitable defeat sooner.
He turns and walks toward the camera, his body a silouette of the Sunlight.
PREDATOR - Let this be a warning. To the entire Rat Pack. The Ultimate Hunt has begun.
Then, he abruptly turns, and runs toward the edge of the building. The wind rapidly picks up speed before The Predator dives off of the building. The scene ends with an overused fade to black.
Cut to the rooftop of this building, staring straight into the rising Sun, which has not risen enough to blind us yet. Kneeling on the edge of the rooftop, staring into the red/purple horizon with a passion, is a familiar figure. He wears torn black jeans, and a long black gauntlet on his left hand. His bare, muscled chest blaring a shade of purple and red, reflecting the Sunlight, and his black dreadlocks lay over his chest and back. Draped over his shoulder is the Canadian version of the NAPW title, and a silver mask of some kind of metal conceals his face. We know this man -- even though it is only the silouette of the man -- to be the phenominal Predator.
Predator continues to stare into the horizon, his mask glowing the exact opposite of silver. Brilliantly glowing a bright gold/red, and sparkling. He lowers his head, slowly, peering at the gold title belt he still wears. He says nothing, but he appears to be thinking very hard. He looks back out to the glowing horizon, staring into the Sun.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - It appears that I have been given the perfect opportunity. An opportunity for the ultimate Hunt. Evan Cartwright has challenged me to a match for my number one contendership to the NAPW Provincial Championship that The Minstrel proudly carries.
The Predator stands, clutching the belt.
PREDATOR's VOICE OVER - But this match is much, much more to me. Oh yes. It symbolizes the beginning of the End for the Rat Pack. Evan Cartwright is only the beginning. Evan, bring the rest of the Rats with you to ringside. It doesn't matter to me. It really doesn't make my chances of defeat any greater. All it does, is make your inevitable defeat sooner.
He turns and walks toward the camera, his body a silouette of the Sunlight.
PREDATOR - Let this be a warning. To the entire Rat Pack. The Ultimate Hunt has begun.
Then, he abruptly turns, and runs toward the edge of the building. The wind rapidly picks up speed before The Predator dives off of the building. The scene ends with an overused fade to black.