Post by The Man on Aug 8, 2006 17:55:38 GMT -6
our scene opens at the allustrious ICW headqueaters
the time is dusk.
the time of day when shadows being to fall.
the lights have just clicked on and we see a figure walking down a sparsely lighted path. through some trick of the lighting no matter how he walked the darkness seemed to continue to envelope him(yea I stole this bit of narration from Desparado sue me!). He stops and stares at the headquarters. Even with the work hour over there is flurry of activity the occasional car pulls up and the odd wrestler emerges from a car. Fans are lining the sidewalks abuzz with activity that ICW is coming back, occasionally they scream and point as a recognizeable figure emerges from a car. The figure stops are looks at the scene. He says nothing just stares. He looks as though he is lost in days gone by. Perhaps he is remebering the glory days of ICW back when ICW was the biggest threat to LWN. Back when Dave Dudley and Amalek damn near killed each other in a match but afterwards were chugging beers togther and reliving there match, and laughing the entire time.
Maybe he is rembering when Johnny Q was offered to join Hacksaw Jim's faction but instead declined and got beat down.
Maybe he remebers when LWN folded and the influx of wrestlers began.
Who knows.
The figure appears to be waiting.
Finnally he speaks.
The Man: ICW. The heart of the beast. From here the brave, the foolhardy and the veteran are all equal, in the squared circle all are equal and on any given night fortunes can change. The brave can become cowards. Good turn Evil. Evil turn to Good. All with the flip of a coin. It was here history was made.
The past often tells of the future.
In the past the world watched with awe, as a little known crazy man hell bent on becoming the ultimate hardcore Icon fought clawed, cheated, beat, bribed his way to the top. We saw a heart once pure gold turned as black as night. We saw Scottie PP7 once the backbone of the company bow down to the allmighty dollar.
The past it seems is destined to repeat itself. Once again ICW is open and Dudley will no doubt find a way to find himself king of the mountain when the dance stops. Scottie will no doubt find himself making a deal with the devil.
Once again the world will see those that would fight with honor get squashed.
Perhaps things will change. Perhaps not.
However when one least expects it the coin is turned...
The figure stops speaking, and we see a liquid being sprayed on the ground. At the base of the ground two pictures are placed. Upon close inspection it appears to be the picutres of Dudley and Scottie PP7 each with black spray paint around there eyes. The figure then flicks a lighter and lights the blaze.
The blaze is three letters.
V
N
V
Satisfied the man speaks one last line.
The Man: And the past is destroyed.
the screen fades. And once again the phrase: Victory Not Vengence appears.
fin.
the time is dusk.
the time of day when shadows being to fall.
the lights have just clicked on and we see a figure walking down a sparsely lighted path. through some trick of the lighting no matter how he walked the darkness seemed to continue to envelope him(yea I stole this bit of narration from Desparado sue me!). He stops and stares at the headquarters. Even with the work hour over there is flurry of activity the occasional car pulls up and the odd wrestler emerges from a car. Fans are lining the sidewalks abuzz with activity that ICW is coming back, occasionally they scream and point as a recognizeable figure emerges from a car. The figure stops are looks at the scene. He says nothing just stares. He looks as though he is lost in days gone by. Perhaps he is remebering the glory days of ICW back when ICW was the biggest threat to LWN. Back when Dave Dudley and Amalek damn near killed each other in a match but afterwards were chugging beers togther and reliving there match, and laughing the entire time.
Maybe he is rembering when Johnny Q was offered to join Hacksaw Jim's faction but instead declined and got beat down.
Maybe he remebers when LWN folded and the influx of wrestlers began.
Who knows.
The figure appears to be waiting.
Finnally he speaks.
The Man: ICW. The heart of the beast. From here the brave, the foolhardy and the veteran are all equal, in the squared circle all are equal and on any given night fortunes can change. The brave can become cowards. Good turn Evil. Evil turn to Good. All with the flip of a coin. It was here history was made.
The past often tells of the future.
In the past the world watched with awe, as a little known crazy man hell bent on becoming the ultimate hardcore Icon fought clawed, cheated, beat, bribed his way to the top. We saw a heart once pure gold turned as black as night. We saw Scottie PP7 once the backbone of the company bow down to the allmighty dollar.
The past it seems is destined to repeat itself. Once again ICW is open and Dudley will no doubt find a way to find himself king of the mountain when the dance stops. Scottie will no doubt find himself making a deal with the devil.
Once again the world will see those that would fight with honor get squashed.
Perhaps things will change. Perhaps not.
However when one least expects it the coin is turned...
The figure stops speaking, and we see a liquid being sprayed on the ground. At the base of the ground two pictures are placed. Upon close inspection it appears to be the picutres of Dudley and Scottie PP7 each with black spray paint around there eyes. The figure then flicks a lighter and lights the blaze.
The blaze is three letters.
V
N
V
Satisfied the man speaks one last line.
The Man: And the past is destroyed.
the screen fades. And once again the phrase: Victory Not Vengence appears.
fin.