Post by Wench on Apr 5, 2010 15:32:09 GMT -6
The scene fades in and Wench is walking about what appears to be a graveyard. Its dark and a flashlight shines as she walks about. She walks up a hill and stops. She holds the light up to her face giving it an eerie glow.
WENCH: It seems as if luck has been on my side since Matt and I....er, since Super Vader's tragic accident and he had to forfeit the Von Erich Memorial Title. It started with me beating one Alex Daniels.
She shone the light down on a mock tombstone. She chuckled a bit as it read: Here lies Alex Daniels. The "thunder" sounds no more as he was beaten not once but twice by Wench.
WENCH: You had your chance Alex. You had two in fact. You won't get a third. You proved you are all talk.
I beat you once in the tournament for a chance at the title and beat you and again at Wrestlestock. Our biggest show of all and I did what I said I'd do. I went out there, kicked your ass and retained MY title.
There's a song that says "Thunder's just a noise but its lightning does the work." I'd say that pretty much describes you Alex. All talk, and no action.
Wench walked along a bit and stopped at another tombstone. After shining the light on it, she moves the light back to her face again.
WENCH: And we have a man who likes to think he's God's gift to wrestling, James Jackson. James was one of my toughest opponents. I will give respect and credit where it is due...BUT, fact is, I beat him as well.
Wench began walking once more and came to a third marker. It looked like a fresh dug grave.
WENCH: And now, the reason I'm here. There's unfinished business that needs to be settled and it shall be at Guys Night Out. Strickler...you and I definitely have a score to settle. You wanted to end my career so like the WWE's gutless coward Randy Orton, you tried to take my head off my shoulders.
I hope you're ready because vengeance shall be mine when we meet in the ring Saturday night. You'll see why it is hell hath no fury...and the rage I unleash on you will be like none you have ever seen. Your career will rest here and I will go on and continue to defend my title. See you Saturday.
Wench dropped the flashlight and the light shone on the grave marker and it read: "The Real Deal: S.T. Strickler as the scene faded out.
WENCH: It seems as if luck has been on my side since Matt and I....er, since Super Vader's tragic accident and he had to forfeit the Von Erich Memorial Title. It started with me beating one Alex Daniels.
She shone the light down on a mock tombstone. She chuckled a bit as it read: Here lies Alex Daniels. The "thunder" sounds no more as he was beaten not once but twice by Wench.
WENCH: You had your chance Alex. You had two in fact. You won't get a third. You proved you are all talk.
I beat you once in the tournament for a chance at the title and beat you and again at Wrestlestock. Our biggest show of all and I did what I said I'd do. I went out there, kicked your ass and retained MY title.
There's a song that says "Thunder's just a noise but its lightning does the work." I'd say that pretty much describes you Alex. All talk, and no action.
Wench walked along a bit and stopped at another tombstone. After shining the light on it, she moves the light back to her face again.
WENCH: And we have a man who likes to think he's God's gift to wrestling, James Jackson. James was one of my toughest opponents. I will give respect and credit where it is due...BUT, fact is, I beat him as well.
Wench began walking once more and came to a third marker. It looked like a fresh dug grave.
WENCH: And now, the reason I'm here. There's unfinished business that needs to be settled and it shall be at Guys Night Out. Strickler...you and I definitely have a score to settle. You wanted to end my career so like the WWE's gutless coward Randy Orton, you tried to take my head off my shoulders.
I hope you're ready because vengeance shall be mine when we meet in the ring Saturday night. You'll see why it is hell hath no fury...and the rage I unleash on you will be like none you have ever seen. Your career will rest here and I will go on and continue to defend my title. See you Saturday.
Wench dropped the flashlight and the light shone on the grave marker and it read: "The Real Deal: S.T. Strickler as the scene faded out.
