Post by deadhead4obama on Nov 27, 2012 15:19:26 GMT -5
[Darkness dissolves…]
[And its _THEM_, “the Wolf” Lark Fenriz and his protégé “Thirty Below” Shawn Ryder. Lark sits upon his massive marble throne, his lips snarling, eyes burning with hatred. His ghost white flesh almost glowing thanks to the dark black attire of not only Lark… but Shawn as well, who is busy standing right by his master’s side, hands folded behind his back. There’s a death stare on his face too. On the one side of the throne, rest matching razor wire canoe paddles. On the other, hangs two golden leather straps. Fenriz powerful, booming voice breaks the silence.]
FENRIZ: Well, HELLLLLLOOO! I do not dare to be so presumptuous and assume you know who I am. I live in this world just as you do, and have accepted the overall _LACK_ of intelligence as one of the things gravely wrong with our world!
[Fenriz sneers, as Ryder nods.]
FENRIZ: _SO_... For those gravely ignorant of my mighty deeds, I bare the name of Fenriz… Lark Fenriz. This here is my protégé… the next in line to _MY_ throne… Shawn “Thirty Below” Ryder!
[Shawn gives a small bow, then returns to his position.]
FENRIZ: Now that the polite introductions are over with… time to get down to business…. Our first meal in our new hunting grounds, the Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling promotion! And what a meal it will _BE_!
[Evil, evil snarl across Lark’s face.]
FENRIZ: I know your delusions of grandeur.. Your faithfulness in your ability will not let the truth sink into that thick skull. I have grown used to men holding onto their false truths until their last breath. After witnessing the Vice Squad in the ring, I can already tell you like all the others… will need to have the truth _BEATEN_ into you. That is fine by me.
Violence is our business after all.
[The Black Circle Boys share a menacing laugh.]
FENRIZ: We have scoured the lands, putting people through flaming tables after flaming tables. Each and every promotion we decide to take a stop in, we leave battered and bloodied with our precious razor wire canoe paddles! The path of destruction is far and wide… _LITTERED_ with golden fragments, like these…
…the IGA World Tag Team Titles!
[Lark motions to the golden straps next to him.]
FENRIZ: But alas… why is too much _NEVER_ enough??? No matter how much blood we spill… How much chaos we raise… It’s never enough. The thirst is never satisfied. That is why we have come to the United Wrestling League… That is why we are _HERE_ in Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling… a dinky promotion unworthy of my talent! Because no matter, _WHAT_ a meal is a meal is a meal, my friends… So Vice Squad…
[Brief pause.]
FENRIZGet ready…
[Anticipation building pause…]
FENRIZ:…TO BECOME MY DINNER!!!!
[The camera slowly moves from Lark’s evil stare to Shawn’s face. Once fixed just on his head, he quickly mutters, with a grunt…]
RYDER: When we get done with you, _VICE SQUAD_... it's gonna look like we set your face on fire and put it out with an ax!
[With evil laughter ringing out, darkness evolves…]
[And its _THEM_, “the Wolf” Lark Fenriz and his protégé “Thirty Below” Shawn Ryder. Lark sits upon his massive marble throne, his lips snarling, eyes burning with hatred. His ghost white flesh almost glowing thanks to the dark black attire of not only Lark… but Shawn as well, who is busy standing right by his master’s side, hands folded behind his back. There’s a death stare on his face too. On the one side of the throne, rest matching razor wire canoe paddles. On the other, hangs two golden leather straps. Fenriz powerful, booming voice breaks the silence.]
FENRIZ: Well, HELLLLLLOOO! I do not dare to be so presumptuous and assume you know who I am. I live in this world just as you do, and have accepted the overall _LACK_ of intelligence as one of the things gravely wrong with our world!
[Fenriz sneers, as Ryder nods.]
FENRIZ: _SO_... For those gravely ignorant of my mighty deeds, I bare the name of Fenriz… Lark Fenriz. This here is my protégé… the next in line to _MY_ throne… Shawn “Thirty Below” Ryder!
[Shawn gives a small bow, then returns to his position.]
FENRIZ: Now that the polite introductions are over with… time to get down to business…. Our first meal in our new hunting grounds, the Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling promotion! And what a meal it will _BE_!
[Evil, evil snarl across Lark’s face.]
FENRIZ: I know your delusions of grandeur.. Your faithfulness in your ability will not let the truth sink into that thick skull. I have grown used to men holding onto their false truths until their last breath. After witnessing the Vice Squad in the ring, I can already tell you like all the others… will need to have the truth _BEATEN_ into you. That is fine by me.
Violence is our business after all.
[The Black Circle Boys share a menacing laugh.]
FENRIZ: We have scoured the lands, putting people through flaming tables after flaming tables. Each and every promotion we decide to take a stop in, we leave battered and bloodied with our precious razor wire canoe paddles! The path of destruction is far and wide… _LITTERED_ with golden fragments, like these…
…the IGA World Tag Team Titles!
[Lark motions to the golden straps next to him.]
FENRIZ: But alas… why is too much _NEVER_ enough??? No matter how much blood we spill… How much chaos we raise… It’s never enough. The thirst is never satisfied. That is why we have come to the United Wrestling League… That is why we are _HERE_ in Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling… a dinky promotion unworthy of my talent! Because no matter, _WHAT_ a meal is a meal is a meal, my friends… So Vice Squad…
[Brief pause.]
FENRIZGet ready…
[Anticipation building pause…]
FENRIZ:…TO BECOME MY DINNER!!!!
[The camera slowly moves from Lark’s evil stare to Shawn’s face. Once fixed just on his head, he quickly mutters, with a grunt…]
RYDER: When we get done with you, _VICE SQUAD_... it's gonna look like we set your face on fire and put it out with an ax!
[With evil laughter ringing out, darkness evolves…]