Post by deadhead4obama on Dec 18, 2012 23:34:06 GMT -5
[Darkness dissolves...]
[It's a rather chilly night, but this time of year, that's to be expected. "THE WOLF LARK FENRIZ seems to not mind one bit, leaning up against a solid pine, covered in a mound of blankets. With the fire that SHAWN "THIRTY BELOW" RYDER is busy feeding, flickering in the night's breeze, Lark's ghost white face has an eerie glow to it.]
FENRIZ: If I do remember things correctly, my dear Vice Squad...
[Lark scoffs, as Shawn lays another log on the fire.]
FENRIZ: Were you not last week posturing that if I dared to put you through flaming tables and break the rules... that our dear Alex Morgan would _punish_ us for such abhorrent behavior?
RYDER: Funny, you say that, coppers.... Cause this week... Mr. Morgan seems to _WANT_ us to put some fresh bacon through a _TABLE_!
[The two share a hardy laugh, dripping with evil.]
FENRIZ: Thus I would think it is safe to say, my dear Vice Squad... Alex Morgan does not value your health very much! Instead of giving a lecture or even a wag of the finger in our faces... He gave us _EXACTLY_ what we wanted! Amazing how things just _happen_ to fall in place like that, _huh_ Vice Squad?
RYDER: That is what happens when you're doin' the Lord's work, coppers! Golden opportunities just fall into your lap. I mean... this is a tag title qualifier, and it's been played by _OUR_ rules! There is no DQ's! We get to beat you from PILLAR to POST... LEGALLY!
[The evil smile spreads across Lark's face, as Shawn continues playing with the fire.]
FENRIZ: You just have to wonder, Vice Squad... You really do... We beat you within an inch of your life on the last WBSW show. That match HAD rules. What do you think is going to happen to you know that there _ARE_ no rules?
[Turning his head, Lark's gaze leaves the fire, and finds itself dead square on the camera.]
FENRIZ: I think the answer is very... _VERY_ simple. my dear Vice Squad. Rules or no rules... In the end...
[Lark briefly pauses...]
...WILL BECOME MY _DINNER_!
[With the evil sneer spreading its way across Lark's face, the camera adjusts slightly turning to focus on Shawn, giving Lark's psychotic protege his close up.]
RYDER: _VICE SQUAD_.... I am going to remove your throats, then sing opera through your tracheas! SEE YA IN THE RING! I would be afraid! _VERY_ afraid!
[Slow pause, as Ryder lets loose a devilish growl.]
...CAUSE WE SNACK ON DANGER AND DINE ON DEATH!
[The evil duo let forth an evil, evil laugh as...
...darkness evolves!]
[It's a rather chilly night, but this time of year, that's to be expected. "THE WOLF LARK FENRIZ seems to not mind one bit, leaning up against a solid pine, covered in a mound of blankets. With the fire that SHAWN "THIRTY BELOW" RYDER is busy feeding, flickering in the night's breeze, Lark's ghost white face has an eerie glow to it.]
FENRIZ: If I do remember things correctly, my dear Vice Squad...
[Lark scoffs, as Shawn lays another log on the fire.]
FENRIZ: Were you not last week posturing that if I dared to put you through flaming tables and break the rules... that our dear Alex Morgan would _punish_ us for such abhorrent behavior?
RYDER: Funny, you say that, coppers.... Cause this week... Mr. Morgan seems to _WANT_ us to put some fresh bacon through a _TABLE_!
[The two share a hardy laugh, dripping with evil.]
FENRIZ: Thus I would think it is safe to say, my dear Vice Squad... Alex Morgan does not value your health very much! Instead of giving a lecture or even a wag of the finger in our faces... He gave us _EXACTLY_ what we wanted! Amazing how things just _happen_ to fall in place like that, _huh_ Vice Squad?
RYDER: That is what happens when you're doin' the Lord's work, coppers! Golden opportunities just fall into your lap. I mean... this is a tag title qualifier, and it's been played by _OUR_ rules! There is no DQ's! We get to beat you from PILLAR to POST... LEGALLY!
[The evil smile spreads across Lark's face, as Shawn continues playing with the fire.]
FENRIZ: You just have to wonder, Vice Squad... You really do... We beat you within an inch of your life on the last WBSW show. That match HAD rules. What do you think is going to happen to you know that there _ARE_ no rules?
[Turning his head, Lark's gaze leaves the fire, and finds itself dead square on the camera.]
FENRIZ: I think the answer is very... _VERY_ simple. my dear Vice Squad. Rules or no rules... In the end...
[Lark briefly pauses...]
...WILL BECOME MY _DINNER_!
[With the evil sneer spreading its way across Lark's face, the camera adjusts slightly turning to focus on Shawn, giving Lark's psychotic protege his close up.]
RYDER: _VICE SQUAD_.... I am going to remove your throats, then sing opera through your tracheas! SEE YA IN THE RING! I would be afraid! _VERY_ afraid!
[Slow pause, as Ryder lets loose a devilish growl.]
...CAUSE WE SNACK ON DANGER AND DINE ON DEATH!
[The evil duo let forth an evil, evil laugh as...
...darkness evolves!]