Post by Static on Nov 9, 2005 21:30:42 GMT -5
BILL FLEMING: Bill Fleming here, with NAPW superstar and future Provincial Champion, Static.
(Pan out. "The Mayor" Bill Fleming is holding a mic with one hand and has a cast on the other. He's sporting a not-so-pretty shiner below his right eye, and standing in front of an NAPW backstage backdrop. To his right, a visibly pissed off Static, who's just about ready to rip off his Oilers Pronger jersey and go to war.)
STATIC: Mayor, you have my apologies. You come to me a week ago, we made a deal. I was to have your back, that's all I had to do. Here you are, beaten down. Hey Ravager, I wrote a poem today called "Cowardly, Scared, Faux-Champions Who'll Never Know the Grace of the Majestic Birds, Nor the Feather Touch of a Chris Pronger Slapshot to the Temple." It's about you. Anyway. Mayor, you have my word: Action. Myself and the New and Improved D-X, who earned my respect with their consummate professionalism and Emerald Fusions to my head at last week's Action, taking on Ravager and those sick, sick harpies, the Decapitators. Victory will be in your name, Mayor. Perhaps after our triumph, Stylin' Kyle and the Beast will help us toast to the decaying corpses of our foes. I can't say for sure.
About last Monday... in my world, chairshots are always legal and even applauded by referees. Enjoy the sham victory. We'll meet again. That title belongs around my waist.
(Pan out. "The Mayor" Bill Fleming is holding a mic with one hand and has a cast on the other. He's sporting a not-so-pretty shiner below his right eye, and standing in front of an NAPW backstage backdrop. To his right, a visibly pissed off Static, who's just about ready to rip off his Oilers Pronger jersey and go to war.)
STATIC: Mayor, you have my apologies. You come to me a week ago, we made a deal. I was to have your back, that's all I had to do. Here you are, beaten down. Hey Ravager, I wrote a poem today called "Cowardly, Scared, Faux-Champions Who'll Never Know the Grace of the Majestic Birds, Nor the Feather Touch of a Chris Pronger Slapshot to the Temple." It's about you. Anyway. Mayor, you have my word: Action. Myself and the New and Improved D-X, who earned my respect with their consummate professionalism and Emerald Fusions to my head at last week's Action, taking on Ravager and those sick, sick harpies, the Decapitators. Victory will be in your name, Mayor. Perhaps after our triumph, Stylin' Kyle and the Beast will help us toast to the decaying corpses of our foes. I can't say for sure.
About last Monday... in my world, chairshots are always legal and even applauded by referees. Enjoy the sham victory. We'll meet again. That title belongs around my waist.