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Post by Smith Jones on May 27, 2013 10:08:39 GMT -5
Fade up on a shot of Smith Jones putting on the tuxedo he had worn to a private function the night before. He sneaks around the hotel room and then notices the small mirror sitting on the table. He can’t resist a good mirror, especially looking as dapper as he is right now. Smith sits on the edge of the bed. There is a woman sleeping in the background. She must be EXHAUSTED from last night! She’s snoring a cute little snore and even talking in her sleep a little. Smith looks at the mirror and he speaks.Smith Jones: Train. I’m in such a good mood these days! I haven’t felt this… powerful in months. With The New Era by my side, I simply cannot be stopped! I've proven that I can hang with the best of them. I'm the fucking man! As you can see, the ass is ample and life for Smith Jones has never been better! You, however, have reached your final destination. I’m not done with you yet, Nightrain. I want you at Slamathon!!!!! I don’t just want you beaten up; I want you injured!!!!!! I wanna put you back on your couch where you belong. Smith leans in very close to the mirror.Smith Jones: I’ll even let YOU pick the stipulations. Tell me, Nightrain – how do you want me to end you? He gets distracted by a thought and he looks off at nothing for a moment.Smith Jones: Text me, tweet me, PM me, hire a fucking skywriter for all I care! Fight me, Train. Slamathon. Fade to black.
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Post by nightrain on Jun 3, 2013 12:47:32 GMT -5
The lampshade swings slowly from side to side as dust can be seen nestled all around the shade. A shadow falls across the camera moving from one side of the room to the other. A few seconds pass before the shadow once more moves back across the room. The sound of a crow can be heard within the room as a familiar deep voice speaks from out of shot the crow flutters down onto its perch.
Credit where it is due that was quite a shock ambush this past week. Truth be told it was easier then I had imagined taking you and your little bitch down before your new boyfriend arrives on the scene with a ring bell in hand. A ring bell?? really??? hahahahahaha you have no comprehension of what you are dealing with here. You seem to be under the impression that this Train is about to derail and roll down the banks to obscurity!!!!
What you fail to realise is the fire still burns Mr Jones. The fire inside me rages like an inferno and the master of souls from hell below has once more sent me to walk amongst mere mortals in PCW preying upon the souls of the weak and unworthy. Kind of like a modern day Ghost Rider if you will.
As far as your little challenge goes? You think you can click your fingers and I will wander into one of your little ambushes. Nope not going to happen. Believe me your time on this mortal plain is drawing to a close but on my terms not yours. Pull up your chair and pay attention Mr Jones for these are my terms. IF PCW creative cannot make this happen then you do not get your match!!!!! at least not when you want it anyway:
SLAMATHON I want a barbed wire steel cage massacre match with a twist!!! You see this match ends in a ambulance match but here is the thing the match starts inside a steel cage with ring ropes wrapped in barbed wire. In order to win the match its really quite simple you must win the fall inside the cage to open up the ambulance ending for yourself then and only then can you leave the cage and attempt to throw your opponent into the ambulance closing the back door and leaving the arena. It must leave the ringside area without the person inside escaping to be a victory.
So I'm those are the stipulations if your man enough to accept then I will see you one on one at Slamathon.
The back of Nightrain appears in shot as he places the crow upon his left shoulder he turns to face the camera and gives a wry smile and a wink before walking out of shot as the camera is switched off.
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