Post by deadhead4obama on Dec 10, 2012 8:25:57 GMT -5
[Darkness dissolves...]
[The scene opens up, location quickly being determined to be a very trashed and completely destroyed hotel room somewhere in America. The beds are destroyed, with one mattress even being flipped against the wall. The lamp has been trampled, pieces scattered along the ground along with numerous empty beer cans. The TV has been smashed in, smoke still coming from it's insides, and the mirror is shattered. In the middle of all this chaos, "Thirty Below" Shawn Ryder lies in a heap on the dirty ground, passed out cold.
[Then evil, bone chilling laughter breaks the silence. The camera whips around to find "the Wolf" Lark Fenriz, looking all the more of a giant sitting in the hotel's small desk chair, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey and shot glass on the table next to him. His cold, calculating eyes are focused on something somewhere, as his laughter dies down, turning into words.]
FENRIZ: Lance... Hank... My dear Vice Squad friends... How did that whole winning thing go? Did you enjoy having your hands raised in victory? How does it _FEEL_ to be two and oh?
[More snickering.]
FENRIZ: I guess on Live Edition Twelve, we found out there _ARE_ more important things than _WINNING_ and _TITLES_, huh Vice Squad??? After all... If _WINNING_ was so important, then why did you not just let me _GIVE_ you that victory? All you had to do was let poor Lance taste the fiery flames, and the precious _VICTORY_ would have been alllllll yoooourssss!
[He laughs again, obviously very pleased with himself.]
FENRIZ: Alas, you decided victory was _NOT_ the most important thing on the menu, and the save was mad. Sadly, the wild brawl that ensued led for the whole little contest to be thrown out. No winner, no loser, but a worthless _DRAW_ for both of our records.
I can just imagine how much it pains you!
FENRIZ: I hope now, my dear Lance... and honorable Hank... you understand that you can create all the rules you want to try to regulate my behavior. I will simply break them all and do as I please. Disqualifications mean _NOTHING_ to me. They are a worthwhile sacrifice for accomplishing my purpose...
...of your destroying your dreams!
[Slowly Lark turns his glare, focusing it squarely on the camera before him.]
FENRIZ: While you _DID_ manage to narrowly avoid the flames... I am sure you will NOT be so lucky in the future! I fear not Alex Morgan's heavy handed justice. I have been exiled before and will be exiled AGAIN. What is MORE important is the path of destruction I leave in my wake!
But then again, my resume of _VIOLENCE_ speaks for loud and clear...
Do you not think Alex Morgan considered all of this before enlisting my services?
[Raises his eyebrows, implicating Morgan's fully aware of Fenriz's track record.]
FENRIZ: Ah, silly little coppers... Keep believing in your cornflakes, clinging desperately to your cold hard justice. There is no escaping it no matter how much you struggle. In the end, you like all the others....
[Brief pause...]
...WILL BECOME MY _DINNER_!
[Lark's evil smile somehow manages to grow even bigger as...
...darkness evolves!]
[The scene opens up, location quickly being determined to be a very trashed and completely destroyed hotel room somewhere in America. The beds are destroyed, with one mattress even being flipped against the wall. The lamp has been trampled, pieces scattered along the ground along with numerous empty beer cans. The TV has been smashed in, smoke still coming from it's insides, and the mirror is shattered. In the middle of all this chaos, "Thirty Below" Shawn Ryder lies in a heap on the dirty ground, passed out cold.
[Then evil, bone chilling laughter breaks the silence. The camera whips around to find "the Wolf" Lark Fenriz, looking all the more of a giant sitting in the hotel's small desk chair, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey and shot glass on the table next to him. His cold, calculating eyes are focused on something somewhere, as his laughter dies down, turning into words.]
FENRIZ: Lance... Hank... My dear Vice Squad friends... How did that whole winning thing go? Did you enjoy having your hands raised in victory? How does it _FEEL_ to be two and oh?
[More snickering.]
FENRIZ: I guess on Live Edition Twelve, we found out there _ARE_ more important things than _WINNING_ and _TITLES_, huh Vice Squad??? After all... If _WINNING_ was so important, then why did you not just let me _GIVE_ you that victory? All you had to do was let poor Lance taste the fiery flames, and the precious _VICTORY_ would have been alllllll yoooourssss!
[He laughs again, obviously very pleased with himself.]
FENRIZ: Alas, you decided victory was _NOT_ the most important thing on the menu, and the save was mad. Sadly, the wild brawl that ensued led for the whole little contest to be thrown out. No winner, no loser, but a worthless _DRAW_ for both of our records.
I can just imagine how much it pains you!
FENRIZ: I hope now, my dear Lance... and honorable Hank... you understand that you can create all the rules you want to try to regulate my behavior. I will simply break them all and do as I please. Disqualifications mean _NOTHING_ to me. They are a worthwhile sacrifice for accomplishing my purpose...
...of your destroying your dreams!
[Slowly Lark turns his glare, focusing it squarely on the camera before him.]
FENRIZ: While you _DID_ manage to narrowly avoid the flames... I am sure you will NOT be so lucky in the future! I fear not Alex Morgan's heavy handed justice. I have been exiled before and will be exiled AGAIN. What is MORE important is the path of destruction I leave in my wake!
But then again, my resume of _VIOLENCE_ speaks for loud and clear...
Do you not think Alex Morgan considered all of this before enlisting my services?
[Raises his eyebrows, implicating Morgan's fully aware of Fenriz's track record.]
FENRIZ: Ah, silly little coppers... Keep believing in your cornflakes, clinging desperately to your cold hard justice. There is no escaping it no matter how much you struggle. In the end, you like all the others....
[Brief pause...]
...WILL BECOME MY _DINNER_!
[Lark's evil smile somehow manages to grow even bigger as...
...darkness evolves!]