Post by bad guy™ on Jan 25, 2008 20:19:26 GMT -5
Williams: When Israel was in Egypt’s land, let My people go! Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let My people go! Go down, Moses, Way down in Egypt’s land; Tell old Pharaoh to let My people go! No more shall they in bondage toil, Let My people go! Let them come out with Egypt’s spoil, Let My people go!
Damn shower singer. He woke me up again. Man, I am going to kill that guy for not sending our checks. He has no idea the hell I have to go through when I room with Dave. I mean he is like a brother. I mean I would not complain if he even hit one of the notes right. But he is worse than William Hung! And he is butchering one of the greatest songs ever. Why me? Well at least he is getting out now, and he will shut up. But just in case…where are those aspirin?
Williams: You need not always weep and mourn, Let My people go! And wear these slav’ry chains forlorn, Let My people go! Your foes shall not before you stand, Let My people go! And you’ll possess fair Canaan’s land, Let My people go!
That’s it. If he is still singing when he walks out that door I am smacking that song right outta his mouth. Ah, he is coming out now….finally.
Williams: Go down, Moses, Way down in Egypt’s land so….
Finally. He is done.
Williams: Tell old Pharaoh...let my people go!
Aw damn. That’s it…turn this way…
*wack*
Williams: Ouch! What the hell, Shawn?
“Don’t ever….and I mean ever…wake me up with your nails-on-chalkboard version of the greatest song ever. Heck…do not sing ever again.”
Williams: Man, you are harsher than Simon Cowell.
Why yes I am. But I cannot let him know I agree…Haha!
“Hey Dave, get over it; get dressed and meet me across the street in the gym.”
Williams: Alright. And dude, check your phone. It rang right before I went into the shower.
“Thanks”
Wonder who called. Let’s see. Recent calls. Unknown number? And a message. Ok..play message.
(voice on the message):This is not over; Shawn. As long as you live, I cannot.
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Ah the gym. I really need to get my mind off that message and ever…
“Holy crap.”
Man is this gym in bad condition. It needs one of those ‘Enter at Own Risk’ signs. I mean the flat bench is missing a leg, the opposite set of the dumbbells are missing, one of the bench press weights looks like it got a chainsaw taken to it, the lights are flickering on and off, wires everywhere. Holes in the ceiling, and the punching bag. And I do not even want to know who my shoes are sticking to the yoga mat. But that is what you get when you go to a gym across the street from a motel so bad that the neon light sign is burnt out in certain places so it says ‘Welcome to the Sle azy Motel’. Figures. At least the treadmill works, and I can substitute a couple weights with something else. Aw well. Here’s Williams. We can start now.
Williams: That bastard almost hit me. I tell ya Shawn, some people are dangerous on the roads.
“Williams, trust me. It is more dangerous in here than out there.”
Williams: Bloody hell, you’re telling me. I mean we could have stayed at a Hilton hotel, with soft, non-cockroach filled beds, a laundress, good phone reception, food from some fat French guy, and not to mention a decent gym. But no….we have to stay at that kinky motel, and practice at this hell hole.
“Yeah. Hey dude, do into my gym bag, grab my phone, and listen to the message on there.”
Williams: Ok. Umm…click ok……It says ‘Shawnie, how are you sweetie, why do you never call your poor mom? I mean I changed your diapers. The leas…'
Crap.
“Uhh…no not that message…ha. This one dude."
(voice on the message):This is not over, Shawn. As long as you live, I cannot.
“What do you make of it?”
Williams: It is probably Obo trying to psych you out or something.
“Maybe…but….I don’t know. You’re probably right.”
Williams: Probably? When have you known me to be wrong?
“Well….do you want reminded of that bar incident up in Maine?”
Williams: For the last time, I thought he was a woman!
“Haha! Well there is your example. Now come on, we have to finish this up soon. We have to be at the arena by 2 so I can film my promo and you can get our checks off of that ass."
Williams: Yeah.
…
“Ready, Dave?”
Williams: Yeah.
*ring*
“Hello?”
(voice on the phone):What a workout kid. Speaking of kids…how’s your’s? Shawn, you better help the other part.
*click*
Williams: Who was it?
“That sicko who left me a message earlier. And, now I know it isn’t Obo.”
Williams: How do you know that?
“You are the only guy in the back who knows that I had a daughter. Obo is innocent, for once. But he also said ‘You better
help the other part’.”
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Ryan Riddel: I am now being joined by The High Horror. Horror, if memory serves me correct, you have been in three fatal four ways, and you have never lost. Will that streak continue tonight when you are facing the likes of Obo, Mr. McGurk, and Flamez? Are you at all worried?
“Ryan. You know me. Am I ever worried about anything?”
Ryan Riddel: No but..
“But nothing. I am going into this match like any other. I am going in it to win it.”
Ryan Riddel: Alright. Well, can I get your thoughts on your opponents individually?
“I guess. Let’s start out with Wayne. Wayne I have bested you week after week. Along with William, we have tarred and feathered you. We have covered you in Nickelodeon Slime. And if it were not for Kurt Burton, we would not have even been touched. Well at least we know who is the balls in that tag team. Now onto Flamez. You are the underdog in this match easy. And for good reason. You brag about how you and your brother were holders of the Tag Team Heritage Cup? Yeah, you beat Shields and Spider. Dude, that is nothing to brag about. You only beat them in a tag team match. I beat them both in one foul swoop. Not to mention you only held onto them for under a month before you lost them to Wayne and Kurt. Congratulations. You are a belt warmer. Then….”
Ryan Riddel: Then there is Obo.
“Yes. Obo…I do not know a lot about you. All I know is that you were supposed to face that has-been Trent Draven, but you weaseled your way into this feud instead. And most importantly, I know of the titles you have held…and also managed to lose. Obo, you beat Reverend Shadow for the World Heavyweight Title almost a year ago in a barbed wire ropes match. An amazing match, no doubt. But I never forgot the outcome of that match. And I never will. You put an amazing man on the shelf. And it has been my mission since that moment to get revenge for Shadow, especially since he saved my life right before he lost to the likes of you…and now I get my chance to get that revenge. Now sure, it would mean more if I destroyed you; with you being champion, but unfortunately you could not win a simple steel cage match.”
Ryan Riddel: But Horror, it was a barbed wire steel cage match. Nothing simple about it.
“Details, details. Point is, Obo got beat by his own game. And by a man I own a victory over. Obo, I cannot wait for you especially. I am going to do to you what you did to Reverend Shadow. Put you on the shelf…but unlike Reverend Shadow, you are going to be on there….for good. Thank you for your time, Ryan.”
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I think I did rather well with that promo. First one in a while I have not had to do a retake. Ok….here’s my dressing room. I have a little bit of time. I need to take a rest.
…
Where am I? I do not remember falling asleep standing up in a black room. And the shadows…they are moving. Why are they moving?
(innocent voice):Don’t worry, you are not in danger; yet.
“Yet? How will I be in danger? Please shadows…explain.”
(innocent voice):We are not shadows. We are people of your past. But there are actually only two of us.
“Reveal yourselves.”
(innocent voice):If you insist.
I do not think I want to know who these two people are. Wait….no…it cannot be.
Jessica: Do not be alarmed.
Xana: Please daddy.
“Xana? Jessica? How can this be? You are both..”
Jessica: Dead. We know. That is why we are here.
Jessica: That man who has been calling you, he is the man that killed me and Xana.
Xana: And he’s got mommie, daddy.
“What? Jacob’s got Julia? That explains the ‘Help the other part’ thing. I do not believe it. I thought the cops got him two months after your murder, Jessica.”
Jessica: So did they. But he managed to escape…and he is madder than ever. That is why he has kidnapped Julia. You are the one who testified against him originally. So you are the one he wants. And by nabbing Julia, he knew he could goat you in.
“I do not believe it. I completely forgot about him. I was so focused on my matches last week, and this week, that I did not bother to call the cops and ask them what they were going to do with Jacob Michaels. Damn it. Damn it to hell. I am going to do what the cops could not. I am going to get that bastard. And when I get to that bastard…I’m going to save Julia, and kill him.”
Jessica: He is calling now. Know we love you. Now…wake up!
…
“Woah.”
*ring*
“Jacob?”
Jacob Michaels: Yes?
“Where and when?”
Jacob Michaels: After the show tonight. Come to Mitchell Park. Come alone. Be ready.
Damn shower singer. He woke me up again. Man, I am going to kill that guy for not sending our checks. He has no idea the hell I have to go through when I room with Dave. I mean he is like a brother. I mean I would not complain if he even hit one of the notes right. But he is worse than William Hung! And he is butchering one of the greatest songs ever. Why me? Well at least he is getting out now, and he will shut up. But just in case…where are those aspirin?
Williams: You need not always weep and mourn, Let My people go! And wear these slav’ry chains forlorn, Let My people go! Your foes shall not before you stand, Let My people go! And you’ll possess fair Canaan’s land, Let My people go!
That’s it. If he is still singing when he walks out that door I am smacking that song right outta his mouth. Ah, he is coming out now….finally.
Williams: Go down, Moses, Way down in Egypt’s land so….
Finally. He is done.
Williams: Tell old Pharaoh...let my people go!
Aw damn. That’s it…turn this way…
*wack*
Williams: Ouch! What the hell, Shawn?
“Don’t ever….and I mean ever…wake me up with your nails-on-chalkboard version of the greatest song ever. Heck…do not sing ever again.”
Williams: Man, you are harsher than Simon Cowell.
Why yes I am. But I cannot let him know I agree…Haha!
“Hey Dave, get over it; get dressed and meet me across the street in the gym.”
Williams: Alright. And dude, check your phone. It rang right before I went into the shower.
“Thanks”
Wonder who called. Let’s see. Recent calls. Unknown number? And a message. Ok..play message.
(voice on the message):This is not over; Shawn. As long as you live, I cannot.
<><><><><><><><><><>
Ah the gym. I really need to get my mind off that message and ever…
“Holy crap.”
Man is this gym in bad condition. It needs one of those ‘Enter at Own Risk’ signs. I mean the flat bench is missing a leg, the opposite set of the dumbbells are missing, one of the bench press weights looks like it got a chainsaw taken to it, the lights are flickering on and off, wires everywhere. Holes in the ceiling, and the punching bag. And I do not even want to know who my shoes are sticking to the yoga mat. But that is what you get when you go to a gym across the street from a motel so bad that the neon light sign is burnt out in certain places so it says ‘Welcome to the Sle azy Motel’. Figures. At least the treadmill works, and I can substitute a couple weights with something else. Aw well. Here’s Williams. We can start now.
Williams: That bastard almost hit me. I tell ya Shawn, some people are dangerous on the roads.
“Williams, trust me. It is more dangerous in here than out there.”
Williams: Bloody hell, you’re telling me. I mean we could have stayed at a Hilton hotel, with soft, non-cockroach filled beds, a laundress, good phone reception, food from some fat French guy, and not to mention a decent gym. But no….we have to stay at that kinky motel, and practice at this hell hole.
“Yeah. Hey dude, do into my gym bag, grab my phone, and listen to the message on there.”
Williams: Ok. Umm…click ok……It says ‘Shawnie, how are you sweetie, why do you never call your poor mom? I mean I changed your diapers. The leas…'
Crap.
“Uhh…no not that message…ha. This one dude."
(voice on the message):This is not over, Shawn. As long as you live, I cannot.
“What do you make of it?”
Williams: It is probably Obo trying to psych you out or something.
“Maybe…but….I don’t know. You’re probably right.”
Williams: Probably? When have you known me to be wrong?
“Well….do you want reminded of that bar incident up in Maine?”
Williams: For the last time, I thought he was a woman!
“Haha! Well there is your example. Now come on, we have to finish this up soon. We have to be at the arena by 2 so I can film my promo and you can get our checks off of that ass."
Williams: Yeah.
…
“Ready, Dave?”
Williams: Yeah.
*ring*
“Hello?”
(voice on the phone):What a workout kid. Speaking of kids…how’s your’s? Shawn, you better help the other part.
*click*
Williams: Who was it?
“That sicko who left me a message earlier. And, now I know it isn’t Obo.”
Williams: How do you know that?
“You are the only guy in the back who knows that I had a daughter. Obo is innocent, for once. But he also said ‘You better
help the other part’.”
<><><><><><><><><><>
Ryan Riddel: I am now being joined by The High Horror. Horror, if memory serves me correct, you have been in three fatal four ways, and you have never lost. Will that streak continue tonight when you are facing the likes of Obo, Mr. McGurk, and Flamez? Are you at all worried?
“Ryan. You know me. Am I ever worried about anything?”
Ryan Riddel: No but..
“But nothing. I am going into this match like any other. I am going in it to win it.”
Ryan Riddel: Alright. Well, can I get your thoughts on your opponents individually?
“I guess. Let’s start out with Wayne. Wayne I have bested you week after week. Along with William, we have tarred and feathered you. We have covered you in Nickelodeon Slime. And if it were not for Kurt Burton, we would not have even been touched. Well at least we know who is the balls in that tag team. Now onto Flamez. You are the underdog in this match easy. And for good reason. You brag about how you and your brother were holders of the Tag Team Heritage Cup? Yeah, you beat Shields and Spider. Dude, that is nothing to brag about. You only beat them in a tag team match. I beat them both in one foul swoop. Not to mention you only held onto them for under a month before you lost them to Wayne and Kurt. Congratulations. You are a belt warmer. Then….”
Ryan Riddel: Then there is Obo.
“Yes. Obo…I do not know a lot about you. All I know is that you were supposed to face that has-been Trent Draven, but you weaseled your way into this feud instead. And most importantly, I know of the titles you have held…and also managed to lose. Obo, you beat Reverend Shadow for the World Heavyweight Title almost a year ago in a barbed wire ropes match. An amazing match, no doubt. But I never forgot the outcome of that match. And I never will. You put an amazing man on the shelf. And it has been my mission since that moment to get revenge for Shadow, especially since he saved my life right before he lost to the likes of you…and now I get my chance to get that revenge. Now sure, it would mean more if I destroyed you; with you being champion, but unfortunately you could not win a simple steel cage match.”
Ryan Riddel: But Horror, it was a barbed wire steel cage match. Nothing simple about it.
“Details, details. Point is, Obo got beat by his own game. And by a man I own a victory over. Obo, I cannot wait for you especially. I am going to do to you what you did to Reverend Shadow. Put you on the shelf…but unlike Reverend Shadow, you are going to be on there….for good. Thank you for your time, Ryan.”
<><><><><><><><><><>
I think I did rather well with that promo. First one in a while I have not had to do a retake. Ok….here’s my dressing room. I have a little bit of time. I need to take a rest.
…
Where am I? I do not remember falling asleep standing up in a black room. And the shadows…they are moving. Why are they moving?
(innocent voice):Don’t worry, you are not in danger; yet.
“Yet? How will I be in danger? Please shadows…explain.”
(innocent voice):We are not shadows. We are people of your past. But there are actually only two of us.
“Reveal yourselves.”
(innocent voice):If you insist.
I do not think I want to know who these two people are. Wait….no…it cannot be.
Jessica: Do not be alarmed.
Xana: Please daddy.
“Xana? Jessica? How can this be? You are both..”
Jessica: Dead. We know. That is why we are here.
Jessica: That man who has been calling you, he is the man that killed me and Xana.
Xana: And he’s got mommie, daddy.
“What? Jacob’s got Julia? That explains the ‘Help the other part’ thing. I do not believe it. I thought the cops got him two months after your murder, Jessica.”
Jessica: So did they. But he managed to escape…and he is madder than ever. That is why he has kidnapped Julia. You are the one who testified against him originally. So you are the one he wants. And by nabbing Julia, he knew he could goat you in.
“I do not believe it. I completely forgot about him. I was so focused on my matches last week, and this week, that I did not bother to call the cops and ask them what they were going to do with Jacob Michaels. Damn it. Damn it to hell. I am going to do what the cops could not. I am going to get that bastard. And when I get to that bastard…I’m going to save Julia, and kill him.”
Jessica: He is calling now. Know we love you. Now…wake up!
…
“Woah.”
*ring*
“Jacob?”
Jacob Michaels: Yes?
“Where and when?”
Jacob Michaels: After the show tonight. Come to Mitchell Park. Come alone. Be ready.
