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They Never Saw It Comin...
Topic Started: Sep 17 2007, 10:19 AM (23 Views)
Adam Linn
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The scene opens with a black screen and the sounds of Metal on metal clangs. A little flicker of light is shown when the whatever is being used to strike the chair strikes it. Sparks shower out. the noise and sparks stop. A match is lit and put to a cigar before blown out in a puff of smoke. In the brief glimpse we see what looks to be Linn. A laugh is heard and then he begins to speak.

"In all my years in this sport there have only been 2 attacks so serious they put me out for a time... The Nazi's in CWA and now... King Hippo and his little Lacky here... What do both instances have in common? Both done from behind... Both done while I didn't EXPECT IT... Both done Guerilla style... They want Guerilla style Fine... I'll give em Guerilla... I ain't had nothing but time since these 2 fucks put me down... Time to work out... Time to bulk up... Time to... THINK... Yeah ya see... Attacks on the unsuspecting are GREAT... But don't get it twisted... The Ghetto Prince ain't forgot what you two pukes did... Oh no... Infact... I got somethin Special in mind for ya'll..."

The shuffle of feet is heard and then we see a long flat iron piece White hot and glowing being pulled from a blast furnace. He holds it the glow faintly illuminates his face. He begins to speak about the great thing about metal.

"So strong... But when Tempered and forged... it becomes malliable... It becomes... Soft... until you submerge it in the brine solution that is the wrestling word..."

He submerges the glowing metal with a hiss and spitting of water, the glow is erased and a faint light is shown on the blade. A rainbowish pattern glints on the blade.

"So harsh looking... So... Ugly... in it's raw form... But you put this bad boy to the polish grinder..."

An electric machine kicks up. Spraks fly as the metal is touched to the wheel.

"Burrs removed... Lack Luster looks stripped... till the only thing that remains..."

He removes the blade and drops it to the table. He retrieves another from the table. This one wrapped in fine linen. He unwraps it and looks down the blade and then kicks it onto his finger and the twirls it round his fingers...

"Perfection... From Cold hard unpretty raw steel comes... Beauty in motion. The essence of the flows down the blade back, the harsh angles... The rigidness... and all of this because i beat it... burned it and beat it somemore... See Earthquake... I have this feeling it was you and your bitch... But I can't prove that... YET... What i can do... is Beat and Dismantle EVERYONE I face until the truth is revealed about my attack... A smile creeps across his face in the dim light Then I destroy them with the weapon that they have forged... Poetry in motion... See you boys Soon... And to those i may face in the coming Months... For your families i will not KILL you... but for your Career i will have no pity if i Injure you to find out who did this."

The light is gone and the metal on metal clanging continues.
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