Post by Bubba JD on Oct 2, 2010 23:19:44 GMT -6
Scene opens slowly, early in the morning. The sun is just beginning to rise. A haze is in the air. The camera is focused in on a large rock. Slowly, the camera slowly zooms out. The rock is shown to be an artifical cave. Some growling can be heard from in the artifical cave. The camera continues zooming out, showing a ditch and a huge, steel fence.
Footsteps approach the cage, along with some casual whistling. A few moments go by until The Gambler walks into the scene, standing in front of the cage.
The Gambler
Natural Selection. Fitting name, not only for a Pay-Per-View, but for our circumstances. Everywhere you go, natural selection is occuring. Natural selection has been taking place for millions of years. From the single celled organisms to the largest whale and everything in-between. Every time you think that nature has been screwed with, it somehow finds a way of adapting to the changes.
A meteor comes down, whiping out most living species. New ones emerge from the survivors. Destroy most of those species by disease? Nature finds a way of compensating by creating new species from the survivors. Pride of lions get hungry. Who do they go after? The strongest, healthiest, fastest prey? Perhaps the sick, crippled, slowest animal that crosses their path?
No matter where you turn, it's all the same. It could be this zoo. Could be the mean streets of Greenwich. It even applies to the squared circle. The one thing that applies to everything & everyone equally is the laws of natural selection.
In life, those that have certain characteristics statistically out perform rivals, predators and anything else that tries to eliminate them. In the serengeti, you need to remain healthy. You need to be strong. Speed & agility are truly important. If you posses enough of these qualities, you lead the herd. You pass on your genetics to the next generation. If you're weak, you'll get pounce......period!
Same logic at the night clubs. If you're the stud with all the best moves, you get the pick of the most goregous women. The chumps get the leftovers.
From both sides of the camera, peanuts can be seen flying at The Gambler. Some belching occurs from outside the cameras view. Slowly, all four members of the Destruction Crew walk into the scene, wearing their street clothes.
Gambler
As you can see, natural selection has placed some favorable qualities with these four men. They're big. They're mean. They know how to hand out a beating. They sure as hell know how to take a beating. These four men went into War Games: The Match Beyond and had one of the most grueling matches of their career. Recently, Mauler & Mike Hanson destroyed two of the Perfect World's best to become the #1 Contenders for the Texas Tag Team Titles. Super Vader is a 2-Time Von Erich Memorial Champion. All four of these men have held tag team gold in a former company they worked for.
These four men wouldn't be where they are now by being floormats to anyone. No wrestler worth their salt would become great by rolling over for every Tom, Dick or Harry that comes by. These guys got here by being the Apex predator. Everyone wants to take them down. No one is yet to succeed. Nobody being capable of taking them down, The Destruction Crew will move into Natural Selection at the Gordietorium in Fort Worth, Texas. It's there that these behemeths pray on their most elusive prey, ever. Only at Natural Selection will these men finally be able to go for the kill, once and for all.
Success won't be easy. Success won't be pretty. A pool of blood will be the only thing remaining of the Perfect World when it's all said and done.
I could use all the cliches in the book to describe what's going to happen. I could use some cliches about "all the cards being on the table". I could go on about how the Destruction Crew is going to disembowel the Perfect World.
I'll avoid doing that. It's time for natural selection to finish the job, once and for all. Only the team with the best qualities will survive. The team that can take the beating better then the other team will remain. Only the surviving team will be able to continue, heads held high. The losing team falls to the wayside, picked over like a rotting carcass.
The camera zooms into the cage as a male lion makes itself known, letting out a huge roar. From the background, Mauler can be heard screaming "HUSS! HUSS! HUSS!". The scene fades out slowly to the sounds of the lion.
Footsteps approach the cage, along with some casual whistling. A few moments go by until The Gambler walks into the scene, standing in front of the cage.
The Gambler
Natural Selection. Fitting name, not only for a Pay-Per-View, but for our circumstances. Everywhere you go, natural selection is occuring. Natural selection has been taking place for millions of years. From the single celled organisms to the largest whale and everything in-between. Every time you think that nature has been screwed with, it somehow finds a way of adapting to the changes.
A meteor comes down, whiping out most living species. New ones emerge from the survivors. Destroy most of those species by disease? Nature finds a way of compensating by creating new species from the survivors. Pride of lions get hungry. Who do they go after? The strongest, healthiest, fastest prey? Perhaps the sick, crippled, slowest animal that crosses their path?
No matter where you turn, it's all the same. It could be this zoo. Could be the mean streets of Greenwich. It even applies to the squared circle. The one thing that applies to everything & everyone equally is the laws of natural selection.
In life, those that have certain characteristics statistically out perform rivals, predators and anything else that tries to eliminate them. In the serengeti, you need to remain healthy. You need to be strong. Speed & agility are truly important. If you posses enough of these qualities, you lead the herd. You pass on your genetics to the next generation. If you're weak, you'll get pounce......period!
Same logic at the night clubs. If you're the stud with all the best moves, you get the pick of the most goregous women. The chumps get the leftovers.
From both sides of the camera, peanuts can be seen flying at The Gambler. Some belching occurs from outside the cameras view. Slowly, all four members of the Destruction Crew walk into the scene, wearing their street clothes.
Gambler
As you can see, natural selection has placed some favorable qualities with these four men. They're big. They're mean. They know how to hand out a beating. They sure as hell know how to take a beating. These four men went into War Games: The Match Beyond and had one of the most grueling matches of their career. Recently, Mauler & Mike Hanson destroyed two of the Perfect World's best to become the #1 Contenders for the Texas Tag Team Titles. Super Vader is a 2-Time Von Erich Memorial Champion. All four of these men have held tag team gold in a former company they worked for.
These four men wouldn't be where they are now by being floormats to anyone. No wrestler worth their salt would become great by rolling over for every Tom, Dick or Harry that comes by. These guys got here by being the Apex predator. Everyone wants to take them down. No one is yet to succeed. Nobody being capable of taking them down, The Destruction Crew will move into Natural Selection at the Gordietorium in Fort Worth, Texas. It's there that these behemeths pray on their most elusive prey, ever. Only at Natural Selection will these men finally be able to go for the kill, once and for all.
Success won't be easy. Success won't be pretty. A pool of blood will be the only thing remaining of the Perfect World when it's all said and done.
I could use all the cliches in the book to describe what's going to happen. I could use some cliches about "all the cards being on the table". I could go on about how the Destruction Crew is going to disembowel the Perfect World.
I'll avoid doing that. It's time for natural selection to finish the job, once and for all. Only the team with the best qualities will survive. The team that can take the beating better then the other team will remain. Only the surviving team will be able to continue, heads held high. The losing team falls to the wayside, picked over like a rotting carcass.
The camera zooms into the cage as a male lion makes itself known, letting out a huge roar. From the background, Mauler can be heard screaming "HUSS! HUSS! HUSS!". The scene fades out slowly to the sounds of the lion.
