Post by hardyz on Apr 26, 2007 15:45:48 GMT -5
A shoddy room is where we are set. The walls are wooden and very old. In the middle of the room hangs a punching bag, which is obviously very old and is patched up. In a corner of the room sits a bunch of weights and a bench. In the holding slots sits a metal bar holding 2 35 pound weights and 2 45 pound weights on each side. Various other weights sits by the bench. A man slams open the door, shaking all 4 walls, and scattering dust off them. The man turns out to be “The High Horror” Shawn Thomas. On his forehead sits a massive bandage across the entire surface of his skin. His left eye is bruised, and there are multiple scars on his arms. Shawn walks up to the punching bag and pushes it back a little. When it floats back to him, he begins unleashing hell on the sack of leather. Fist by fist, Shawn demolishes the bag. He stops just before the bag snaps off of the ceiling.
Shawn: Last week, there was a war. A war for the ages. Kurt Burton, Thunder, and David Williams gave their all to me. I gave them my all. In the end, I just used every single ounce of heart, soul, and power that was in me to win. Kurt, Thunder, Dave, thank you. You made me work to win, and those matches, those matches were the turning points of my career. But on to this show. Useless and Lydia Frost. Who are you? You both look like some hippie douche bags. Go back to the bong. You don't belong in WFWF. Do you know who Possessed Child and I are? We are The Ministers of the Devil. And us ministers are going to knock you out of the Lethal Lottery.
Shawn turns back around to the punching back, and starts kicking it instead of punching it. With one sweet motion, Shawn drives his right foot into the heart of the bag. With all this force, the bag snaps off the chain holding it, and slams into the wall of the room. Shawn looks satisfied at the results as he walks over to the bag.
Shawn: Useless, what are you? Some type of immature kid? Your old matches reminded me of a 5 year old. Give it up kid, I will hurt you in this ring. I will knock you out, I will pin you or I will make you tap. You can try all you want, but you can't beat Shawn Thomas. See I am one of the, if not the, most decorated wrestlers in this business. Multiple world championships at multiple places. And God knows how many times I have defeated noobs like you. I eat chumps like you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lydia Frost? She's the definition of overrated. The woman can do a flip! Oh boy! Let's whack ourselves off to that! I've got news for ya, we can all do flips Frost. It's just how you use them. You can show off all you want, but we get our flips to be used efficiently.
Shawn grabs the bag with one arm, and tosses it up in the air. he paces back, then spears the bag through the wall of the room! On the outside, it's just grass. The room was outside. He gets up from the debris, and shakes off bits of wood. The wall must have been dry wall and plaster, or the wall was a piece of crap.
Shawn: Useless and Frost, you will try to enter this new generation. You will try to enter the layer of the man who has defeated champions, and becoming one of the greats here in WFWF, and another man who is right next to me in the rankings. But you won't be able to. You will be chewed up by me and Child then spit back out, like hunks of crap you are. It'd be better for you just to lay down and let us win, because against The Ministers of Darkness, YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!
Shawn stares deeply into what seems to be a dark abyss as it goes to a darkness.
Shawn: Last week, there was a war. A war for the ages. Kurt Burton, Thunder, and David Williams gave their all to me. I gave them my all. In the end, I just used every single ounce of heart, soul, and power that was in me to win. Kurt, Thunder, Dave, thank you. You made me work to win, and those matches, those matches were the turning points of my career. But on to this show. Useless and Lydia Frost. Who are you? You both look like some hippie douche bags. Go back to the bong. You don't belong in WFWF. Do you know who Possessed Child and I are? We are The Ministers of the Devil. And us ministers are going to knock you out of the Lethal Lottery.
Shawn turns back around to the punching back, and starts kicking it instead of punching it. With one sweet motion, Shawn drives his right foot into the heart of the bag. With all this force, the bag snaps off the chain holding it, and slams into the wall of the room. Shawn looks satisfied at the results as he walks over to the bag.
Shawn: Useless, what are you? Some type of immature kid? Your old matches reminded me of a 5 year old. Give it up kid, I will hurt you in this ring. I will knock you out, I will pin you or I will make you tap. You can try all you want, but you can't beat Shawn Thomas. See I am one of the, if not the, most decorated wrestlers in this business. Multiple world championships at multiple places. And God knows how many times I have defeated noobs like you. I eat chumps like you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lydia Frost? She's the definition of overrated. The woman can do a flip! Oh boy! Let's whack ourselves off to that! I've got news for ya, we can all do flips Frost. It's just how you use them. You can show off all you want, but we get our flips to be used efficiently.
Shawn grabs the bag with one arm, and tosses it up in the air. he paces back, then spears the bag through the wall of the room! On the outside, it's just grass. The room was outside. He gets up from the debris, and shakes off bits of wood. The wall must have been dry wall and plaster, or the wall was a piece of crap.
Shawn: Useless and Frost, you will try to enter this new generation. You will try to enter the layer of the man who has defeated champions, and becoming one of the greats here in WFWF, and another man who is right next to me in the rankings. But you won't be able to. You will be chewed up by me and Child then spit back out, like hunks of crap you are. It'd be better for you just to lay down and let us win, because against The Ministers of Darkness, YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!
Shawn stares deeply into what seems to be a dark abyss as it goes to a darkness.
