Post by SLAM II on Sept 12, 2009 12:33:08 GMT -4
The scene opens up inside the locker-room of the two Slams. David Slam senior is sitting down on a bench wrapping up his wrists with black tape, after this he begins to lace up his red wrestling boots, and then he notices the camera.
-David Slam- "Didn't hear anyone come in here. Its good you showed up got a few words I'd like to share with some 'talent' around here, some 'superstars', and then I'll go on with letting my son get things done around here his way"
David stands up and runs his hand through his greying hair.
-David Slam- "Jackson Kage, I have nothing against you but kid before you make the same rookie mistake every other rookie makes, don't come into AWA with these people shouting your going to take any championship, and most of all the Hardcore title"
David smiles and begins to pace the floor.
-David Slam- "I don't understand why you think you got a chance to take that title period, my son isn't all there in the head, my son loves the pain of life, and my son has boundries if you haven't noticed at the pay-per-view we both went through hell"
David stops pacing and looks into the camera.
-David Slam- "He has no problem ending this dream for you as soon as it began, I assure you of this my dark colored friend. And I also wouldn't have a problem cracking that nappy haired head of yours either, just give reason"
David takes a seat again, he begins to untie his boots, and once thats done he relaces them.
-David Slam- "Cash I don't have much to say to you, I don't think your a threat period. I could possible say, and this is going out on a limb, but I'll say it anyways I dout you will be able to walk into Unfinished Buisness without the assisstance of a wheelchair and catherder"
He stops lacing the second boot and looks at the camer his face more serious.
-David Slam- "Anthony Jordan, god damn just saying your name makes my blood boil. Remember that one time I beat you in the ring, trust me this old dog has yet to let that past go. I remember most of all you revoking that win, taking it away from me by bitching. IT WASN'T A FAIR WIN BOO-HOO!!!"
David's face is flushed slightly red.
-David Slam- "I may be to old to step into that ring, and battle the 'Role-Model' but I know my boy sure as fuck will knock that block of meat you all your head right off. Thats the only reason my boy got into this buisness Jordan was to rewrite the wrong you done to me, you fucked a friend over Jordan someone who looked up to you, and trust me I think my boy isn't afraid in the least to wrestle you"
David's voice is relaxed and he begins to lace his other boot.
-David Slam- "So yeah Jordan, take your own advice relax you won't have to face him till Unfinished Buisness when I know my son will take both title home"
David laughed and stood back up smacking both sides of his boots.
-David Slam- "Better. Last of all Windsor....CLANK! Hahah thats all I've got to say about you or even to you"
Slam 2 with the Hardcore title wrapped around his waste walks into the locker-room, the left side of his face was a massive bruse, his chest had tons of deep cuts, and his right hand was wrapped up in white guazes but could have useda change as the blood had soaked through already.
-Slam 2- "Lets go do some training old man"
-David Slam- "Be there in a second, start without me"
Slam 2 walks out. David returns the look at the camera.
-David Slam- "I've got more heart now fellas, I think my boy has knocked some sense into me. I use to run from my problems around here wouldn't face anyone I knew was somewhat better then me. Then I look at him and he runs head first into this place without a care in the fucking world! He is tough as nails and with my expirence I'm going to turn him into a wrestling machine, so here is your warning...Watch yourselfs..."
He turns away from the camera after cracking a sadistic grin, but as he reaches the door he turns around, looks at the camera, and says.
-David Slam- "Simply put....Fuck you!"
He shoots the finger and then walks away. The scene fades to black.
-David Slam- "Didn't hear anyone come in here. Its good you showed up got a few words I'd like to share with some 'talent' around here, some 'superstars', and then I'll go on with letting my son get things done around here his way"
David stands up and runs his hand through his greying hair.
-David Slam- "Jackson Kage, I have nothing against you but kid before you make the same rookie mistake every other rookie makes, don't come into AWA with these people shouting your going to take any championship, and most of all the Hardcore title"
David smiles and begins to pace the floor.
-David Slam- "I don't understand why you think you got a chance to take that title period, my son isn't all there in the head, my son loves the pain of life, and my son has boundries if you haven't noticed at the pay-per-view we both went through hell"
David stops pacing and looks into the camera.
-David Slam- "He has no problem ending this dream for you as soon as it began, I assure you of this my dark colored friend. And I also wouldn't have a problem cracking that nappy haired head of yours either, just give reason"
David takes a seat again, he begins to untie his boots, and once thats done he relaces them.
-David Slam- "Cash I don't have much to say to you, I don't think your a threat period. I could possible say, and this is going out on a limb, but I'll say it anyways I dout you will be able to walk into Unfinished Buisness without the assisstance of a wheelchair and catherder"
He stops lacing the second boot and looks at the camer his face more serious.
-David Slam- "Anthony Jordan, god damn just saying your name makes my blood boil. Remember that one time I beat you in the ring, trust me this old dog has yet to let that past go. I remember most of all you revoking that win, taking it away from me by bitching. IT WASN'T A FAIR WIN BOO-HOO!!!"
David's face is flushed slightly red.
-David Slam- "I may be to old to step into that ring, and battle the 'Role-Model' but I know my boy sure as fuck will knock that block of meat you all your head right off. Thats the only reason my boy got into this buisness Jordan was to rewrite the wrong you done to me, you fucked a friend over Jordan someone who looked up to you, and trust me I think my boy isn't afraid in the least to wrestle you"
David's voice is relaxed and he begins to lace his other boot.
-David Slam- "So yeah Jordan, take your own advice relax you won't have to face him till Unfinished Buisness when I know my son will take both title home"
David laughed and stood back up smacking both sides of his boots.
-David Slam- "Better. Last of all Windsor....CLANK! Hahah thats all I've got to say about you or even to you"
Slam 2 with the Hardcore title wrapped around his waste walks into the locker-room, the left side of his face was a massive bruse, his chest had tons of deep cuts, and his right hand was wrapped up in white guazes but could have useda change as the blood had soaked through already.
-Slam 2- "Lets go do some training old man"
-David Slam- "Be there in a second, start without me"
Slam 2 walks out. David returns the look at the camera.
-David Slam- "I've got more heart now fellas, I think my boy has knocked some sense into me. I use to run from my problems around here wouldn't face anyone I knew was somewhat better then me. Then I look at him and he runs head first into this place without a care in the fucking world! He is tough as nails and with my expirence I'm going to turn him into a wrestling machine, so here is your warning...Watch yourselfs..."
He turns away from the camera after cracking a sadistic grin, but as he reaches the door he turns around, looks at the camera, and says.
-David Slam- "Simply put....Fuck you!"
He shoots the finger and then walks away. The scene fades to black.
