Post by Nightmare on Feb 2, 2006 19:32:33 GMT -5
We fade in to a cold February morning on a chilly street in Edmonton. The houses are neatly lined across the sidewalks, and the sun is trying it's hardest to rise over the tip of the largest house on the block, which stands magnificently on the corner. The house is around two storeys high, and is made of jagged rocks, layered neatly from top to bottom. The concrete driveway is just lightly covered in snow, due to the light snowfall just prior to this event, and a black Cadillac Escalade is parked out front. Painted on the side is a grim reaper with a guitar instead of a scythe, and the word "NIGHTMARE" is painted in green fire along the side.
The next thing we know, the front door opens and a familiar figure steps out wearing a pair of black jeans, and a skin-tight white t-shirt underneath a light jacket. He has long, wiry black hair and brilliant green eyes. This is the man we know to be the 300 lb man known as The Nightmare.
He steps onto the snowy driveway carrying two rather large garbage bags. He tosses them on the curb, and grabs a snow shovel leaning up against the garage, and starts to shovel the driveway. After getting around three quarters of the driveway shoveled, he raises his head to see another familiar figure walking toward him. He wears blue jeans, a white shirt under a black leather jacket and a black toque. His athletic, 274 lb body gives us the almost immediate expression that this man is none other than The Crusher. The Nightmare continues shovelling as though he weren't even there.
Crusher: Uhh . . . what are you doin'?
Nightmare stops, standing straight up after throwing a large pile of snow to the side with his shovel.
Nightmare: What the Hell does it look like? I'm shovelling my driveway.
Crusher raises an eyebrow as Nightmare starts to shovel again.
Crusher: Uhh . . . why?
Nightmare growls under his breath and stands, yet again.
Nightmare: Because it was covered in snow. Any other questions, or can I be left alone?
Crusher shakes his head.
Crusher: No, I mean, why?
Nightmare raises an eyebrow, confused as to what he is talking about.
Crusher: I mean, I see people like Predator and Minstrel and they are all in some special place, or whatever. You used to appear in places like asylums and old shacks.
Nightmare: That's just the point. People like Predator and Minstrel always appear somehwere different, so I figured "Why do I want to be like them"? I chose to be here, in my home, doing things any other normal person would do. Like (points to the garbage bags randomly lined up on the curb) taking out the trash or (gestures to the half-shovelled driveway) shovelling my walk. Can't I be like a normal person without being criticized? That's the reason I am doing this; Predator is criticized for his appearances, and where does that lead him? He lost is title shot on Monday, my friend.
He goes back to shovelling his driveway, shaking his head. Crusher shrugs.
Crusher: Nightmare--
Nightmare: (standing up abruptly) That's another thing, too. My name is Gregory Hanson, alright? I am only The Nightmare in that NAPW ring. Just as you are only The Crusher in that ring, as well.
He goes back to shovelling the driveway, giving Crusher something to think about. He then stops, and stands.
Nightmare: You doin' anything later?
Crusher shakes his head, smiling in the corner of his mouth.
Nightmare: Well, we're gettin' together later tonight, to have a couple drinks, and get some practice in. You in?
Crusher nods, smiling.
Nightmare: Alright, I'll see you then, but I got some training to do, so we'll say 4 pm, a'ight?
Crusher nods and walks away as Nightmare continues to finish shovelling. We fade to black.
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Crusher appears with permission.
The next thing we know, the front door opens and a familiar figure steps out wearing a pair of black jeans, and a skin-tight white t-shirt underneath a light jacket. He has long, wiry black hair and brilliant green eyes. This is the man we know to be the 300 lb man known as The Nightmare.
He steps onto the snowy driveway carrying two rather large garbage bags. He tosses them on the curb, and grabs a snow shovel leaning up against the garage, and starts to shovel the driveway. After getting around three quarters of the driveway shoveled, he raises his head to see another familiar figure walking toward him. He wears blue jeans, a white shirt under a black leather jacket and a black toque. His athletic, 274 lb body gives us the almost immediate expression that this man is none other than The Crusher. The Nightmare continues shovelling as though he weren't even there.
Crusher: Uhh . . . what are you doin'?
Nightmare stops, standing straight up after throwing a large pile of snow to the side with his shovel.
Nightmare: What the Hell does it look like? I'm shovelling my driveway.
Crusher raises an eyebrow as Nightmare starts to shovel again.
Crusher: Uhh . . . why?
Nightmare growls under his breath and stands, yet again.
Nightmare: Because it was covered in snow. Any other questions, or can I be left alone?
Crusher shakes his head.
Crusher: No, I mean, why?
Nightmare raises an eyebrow, confused as to what he is talking about.
Crusher: I mean, I see people like Predator and Minstrel and they are all in some special place, or whatever. You used to appear in places like asylums and old shacks.
Nightmare: That's just the point. People like Predator and Minstrel always appear somehwere different, so I figured "Why do I want to be like them"? I chose to be here, in my home, doing things any other normal person would do. Like (points to the garbage bags randomly lined up on the curb) taking out the trash or (gestures to the half-shovelled driveway) shovelling my walk. Can't I be like a normal person without being criticized? That's the reason I am doing this; Predator is criticized for his appearances, and where does that lead him? He lost is title shot on Monday, my friend.
He goes back to shovelling his driveway, shaking his head. Crusher shrugs.
Crusher: Nightmare--
Nightmare: (standing up abruptly) That's another thing, too. My name is Gregory Hanson, alright? I am only The Nightmare in that NAPW ring. Just as you are only The Crusher in that ring, as well.
He goes back to shovelling the driveway, giving Crusher something to think about. He then stops, and stands.
Nightmare: You doin' anything later?
Crusher shakes his head, smiling in the corner of his mouth.
Nightmare: Well, we're gettin' together later tonight, to have a couple drinks, and get some practice in. You in?
Crusher nods, smiling.
Nightmare: Alright, I'll see you then, but I got some training to do, so we'll say 4 pm, a'ight?
Crusher nods and walks away as Nightmare continues to finish shovelling. We fade to black.
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Crusher appears with permission.