Post by Tia Harribel on Dec 18, 2010 21:57:04 GMT -4
Derek Wellings is sitting at a type writer. He’s obviously thinking as he hasn’t shaven in several days, some wild life has found their way into the room from the open window. Birds are sitting on him as he remains perfectly still. His eyes blink as he looks over to see a doe beginning to come near him. The door to the room opens, and the animals scatter, leaving through the open window.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Are you still trying to see how long you can go without taking a bath before you throw up?
*** Derek Wellings ***
No, not this time. I didn’t think a trail of food and would get deer to come in here. I’m just having writers block Michelle, nothing else.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
When did you become a writer?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Never was that good at writing, I just thought I’d see what I can do. I mean, I think it’s pretty good what I got written down.
Michelle walks over and looks though his papers, reading them slowly to herself. She stops after page or two, and looks at her husband.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
This actually isn’t half bad.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Read it out loud, it sounds more exciting that way.
Michelle clears her throat and begins reading from the beginning of the few pages he’s written up.
Michelle stops suddenly, actually READING his work. She looks at him and blinks a few moments, thinking of what she should say. Her eyes light up and she wears a huge smile.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
It was great Derek! Not bad for an opener!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Really? You think so Michelle? I mean I rather draw it as a comic and try selling it to Shonen Jump of Japan, but I lack all ability to draw. Then again, I’d have to quit wrestling. But maybe it can be a “for fun” thing, you know what I mean?
She blinks again, and once more chooses to lie to her husband.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yeah, it’s good. I’d like to see the fully finished copy.
Michelle turns around, a disappointed look in her face. She leaves the room alone, and Derek gets up to stretch out. He looks around and decides to call it quits for the time being. He looks around and sees his dog sleeping on a low level couch.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I never really wanted to be an author, but this seemed like fun. It's a good way to blow off steam like cooking or cleaning. Then again, I'm sure when Chris Defoe hears this, he'll just eat it up and try convincing everyone I'm a woman because I relax by cooking, cleaning and writing. I don't need to convince or prove anything to him. Take it however you want, as I know you will.
On the last Overdrive, our team didn’t pick up the win but they also didn’t lose. Christmas Chaos is the perfect time to redeem ourselves. Sally Talfourd is taking on Level One, The Exchange Rate and Red Shield Mafia will be locking horns once again, and I’ll have a chance to exact some payback on Big Daddy Chris… I’m not even sure what the Hell BDC stands for…
He looks at his dog, Charly blinks at him a moment before deciding to lick himself. Derek gets disappointed in his dog and instead continues talking as if the dog would talk back. He stands up looking at the ceiling, calmly calculating and thing.
*** Derek Wellings ***
After two matches, me and Chris know a bit about each other. But we really don’t know that much do we? I mean he can find meaning in his old and previous achievements all he wants. But he should know things never go back to the way they were. If they did, I’d be the Command Sergeant Major of the Army. But things like that never happen for the average G.I. like me right? So I’ll make best with the hand fate has given me, it’s only a matter of time before BDC has come to accept that fact.
Otherwise it he might want to call an old persons retirement home and relax there. Nobody will harm him there. I won’t have to beat him again, God willing. He won’t have to deal with his own team calling him washed up. He won’t have to even have to see Level One, the third biggest joke I’ve ever seen. The so called best has only invoked feelings of depression or suicide as I’ve never seen a guy so long and boring in my life. Well then again, he’s not The Corpse of Jostle Wrestling Alliance, man that guy was long winded.
The best way to ring in the end of this year and the next year coming would be to beat Chris Defoe live on Pay Per View at Christmas Chaos. Wouldn’t it Charly?
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yes it would Derek.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Holy crap on a shingle! My dog talked!
He turns around and smiles around and looks at Michelle. She takes the smile off her face and looks at Derek. She whistles for the dog to let him outside, which the dog happily runs out. She looks back at Derek who is suddenly at his typewriter. He begins to narrate while he writes.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Derek… that was great!...
Michelle lies through her teeth. She even takes a moment to notice several changes in his writing format. She sighs loudly, but doesn’t have the heart to tell him.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Really? Awesome… but I’m done with writing… for today. I’m relaxed, and I’m ready. Christmas Chaos is very close and I’m very ready. Chris Defoe has gotten away with assaulting me, and I must admit. I enjoy seeing a competitive part of him. He’s ready and I’m ready.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
He did a good job laying a whooping and a stomping on you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Ha ha ha ha, NOT funny. I’m not laying down without a fight. I want Chris Defoe and I want to fight him. Everything has been boiling to a point and it’s time for the chaos we created to explode. I’ve been waiting calmly and I want to take him on. I wanted to have a match with him and I will have it. Chris Defoe is getting better and better and so have I. But his time has come and gone, it’s going to be my time rise and shine. This flat out isn’t about our past achievements. It’s not about NCW, it’s not about ECW, it’s not about who has the most titles. It’s simple: we both want to hurt it each other and I’m going to lay a whooping and a stomping on him.
Chris, you were once the man. The head honcho, the standard of who everyone getting into the game should be. But now, you’ve fallen so far from the sun, you might as well call it a career and be a commentator or a throw away position like Commissioner like Shawn Michaels or Sergeant Slaughter. Christmas Chaos, I’m getting an early Christmas present, and it’s another loss for you, but a huge victory for me as I continue my ascension to the top of APW.
You’re a tough old man, and definitely a legend to be respected. But fact is, the time is up. You need to call it a career before you destroy your legacy like Ric Flair did. Chris, you’re messing with the best, now you’re going to die like the rest. I’ll see you later buddy.
~END
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Are you still trying to see how long you can go without taking a bath before you throw up?
*** Derek Wellings ***
No, not this time. I didn’t think a trail of food and would get deer to come in here. I’m just having writers block Michelle, nothing else.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
When did you become a writer?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Never was that good at writing, I just thought I’d see what I can do. I mean, I think it’s pretty good what I got written down.
Michelle walks over and looks though his papers, reading them slowly to herself. She stops after page or two, and looks at her husband.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
This actually isn’t half bad.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Read it out loud, it sounds more exciting that way.
Michelle clears her throat and begins reading from the beginning of the few pages he’s written up.
My name is Hanako Kuribayashi, and my whole life was changed by a man name Soren. He came from a different world called Rosetta, and that he is the Guardian of Order, and that these Guardians are protectors of his worlds with special powers. I still remember his story...
“The age of the Rosettans has come to an end Soren. Embrace the horror and allow the Darklings to take over. They might spare you as they’ve spared me.” A man wearing a full body trench coat with a hood and silver scythe stands near a Ritualistic Alter as heavy rain falls onto them, lightning illuminating the sky.
Soren stands facing him, holding a wakizashi length sword pointed at other man. Soren’s brunette hair falls in front of his face, down past his nose, skin red as copper, eyes deep purple, in a tattered robe. His chest is still bleeding from a fierce assault by the other man. He is very muscular, but is still fighting with one hand, the other bleeding and limp at his side.
“Why did you betray your fellow Guardians Pontius?” Soren looks up, his face covered in his own blood
“Why do you care? I did what I did. You can’t change or stop that.” Pontius jumps at him, swinging the scythe.
The two fight for a few moments, Soren using only one arm as he can no longer use his left arm. Pontius has the advantage, and has Soren retreating quickly. He slices his already wounded arm, further cleaving down to the bone. His enemy jumps into the air, Soren places the blade directly into his arm pit and spreads his fingers, palm facing his opponent.
*** Soren ***
CRYDDANAT CEKRD!
A white flash explodes out of Sorens hands, and blinds Pontius. He falls onto all four, holding onto his Scythe still. He tries looking at Soren, but his pupils are too dilated, and absorbing too much light to see easily. He draws a snake in the ground, then begins a chant under his breath and several large snakes appear, slithering out from the ground. Soren sheathes his sword, and jumps on top of a rock and places his hands together.
The stars in the sky begin to get brighter. Cosmic energy flows around him. The snakes get closer and closer, but Soren doesn’t stop. His face is only of an angry scowl, filled with hate for the man he once called his fellow Guardian.
*** Soren ***
Powers of Six, stand together and fall together. Hear my plea, and invigorate me with the energy to leave my home. Send me far, far away and rid me of this blight. DAMABUND!
The snakes jump at and attack Soren as a lightning bolt strikes him. Pontius screams loudly, angry that Soren has escaped. He covers his eyes, and regains his footing. He uses his Scythe to help him stand. He opens his left eye barely, looks to see nothing around him. He turns around and leaves slowly.
*** Pontius ***
I’ll find you Soren, mark my words. Your blood will stain my hands.
On a far and distant blue, lively planet, a 15 year old school girl is waking up in a panic. Her red hair flying in front of her, with her green eyes very panicked as she realizes what time it is. The alarm clock says “8:29 AM”. She yells loudly, and grabs her school uniform.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m late! I’m going to be late for school! Why didn’t anyone wake me!
She struggles getting on her shirt and socks quickly. She quickly gets dresses, and grabs her back pack. She tosses her shoes on and begins running as fast as she can towards her school. She runs until she cannot run anymore, barely making it into her classroom at 8:39 AM. She walks to her desk and collapses on the computer, fully exhausted. Another girl sitting next to her, she places her hand on her friends shoulder and pats on it.
*** Sayomi Oshiro ***
You realize if you actually woke up or even SET your alarm clock, you wouldn’t always arrive to class almost late or worst.
Hanako turns her head to Sayomi. She has heterochromatic eyes, one blue the other violet and short, messy black hair. She lifts her face up enough to face Sayomi.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi***
Shut up Sayomi. You’re not helping me at all honestly.
“The age of the Rosettans has come to an end Soren. Embrace the horror and allow the Darklings to take over. They might spare you as they’ve spared me.” A man wearing a full body trench coat with a hood and silver scythe stands near a Ritualistic Alter as heavy rain falls onto them, lightning illuminating the sky.
Soren stands facing him, holding a wakizashi length sword pointed at other man. Soren’s brunette hair falls in front of his face, down past his nose, skin red as copper, eyes deep purple, in a tattered robe. His chest is still bleeding from a fierce assault by the other man. He is very muscular, but is still fighting with one hand, the other bleeding and limp at his side.
“Why did you betray your fellow Guardians Pontius?” Soren looks up, his face covered in his own blood
“Why do you care? I did what I did. You can’t change or stop that.” Pontius jumps at him, swinging the scythe.
The two fight for a few moments, Soren using only one arm as he can no longer use his left arm. Pontius has the advantage, and has Soren retreating quickly. He slices his already wounded arm, further cleaving down to the bone. His enemy jumps into the air, Soren places the blade directly into his arm pit and spreads his fingers, palm facing his opponent.
*** Soren ***
CRYDDANAT CEKRD!
A white flash explodes out of Sorens hands, and blinds Pontius. He falls onto all four, holding onto his Scythe still. He tries looking at Soren, but his pupils are too dilated, and absorbing too much light to see easily. He draws a snake in the ground, then begins a chant under his breath and several large snakes appear, slithering out from the ground. Soren sheathes his sword, and jumps on top of a rock and places his hands together.
The stars in the sky begin to get brighter. Cosmic energy flows around him. The snakes get closer and closer, but Soren doesn’t stop. His face is only of an angry scowl, filled with hate for the man he once called his fellow Guardian.
*** Soren ***
Powers of Six, stand together and fall together. Hear my plea, and invigorate me with the energy to leave my home. Send me far, far away and rid me of this blight. DAMABUND!
The snakes jump at and attack Soren as a lightning bolt strikes him. Pontius screams loudly, angry that Soren has escaped. He covers his eyes, and regains his footing. He uses his Scythe to help him stand. He opens his left eye barely, looks to see nothing around him. He turns around and leaves slowly.
*** Pontius ***
I’ll find you Soren, mark my words. Your blood will stain my hands.
On a far and distant blue, lively planet, a 15 year old school girl is waking up in a panic. Her red hair flying in front of her, with her green eyes very panicked as she realizes what time it is. The alarm clock says “8:29 AM”. She yells loudly, and grabs her school uniform.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m late! I’m going to be late for school! Why didn’t anyone wake me!
She struggles getting on her shirt and socks quickly. She quickly gets dresses, and grabs her back pack. She tosses her shoes on and begins running as fast as she can towards her school. She runs until she cannot run anymore, barely making it into her classroom at 8:39 AM. She walks to her desk and collapses on the computer, fully exhausted. Another girl sitting next to her, she places her hand on her friends shoulder and pats on it.
*** Sayomi Oshiro ***
You realize if you actually woke up or even SET your alarm clock, you wouldn’t always arrive to class almost late or worst.
Hanako turns her head to Sayomi. She has heterochromatic eyes, one blue the other violet and short, messy black hair. She lifts her face up enough to face Sayomi.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi***
Shut up Sayomi. You’re not helping me at all honestly.
Michelle stops suddenly, actually READING his work. She looks at him and blinks a few moments, thinking of what she should say. Her eyes light up and she wears a huge smile.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
It was great Derek! Not bad for an opener!
*** Derek Wellings ***
Really? You think so Michelle? I mean I rather draw it as a comic and try selling it to Shonen Jump of Japan, but I lack all ability to draw. Then again, I’d have to quit wrestling. But maybe it can be a “for fun” thing, you know what I mean?
She blinks again, and once more chooses to lie to her husband.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yeah, it’s good. I’d like to see the fully finished copy.
Michelle turns around, a disappointed look in her face. She leaves the room alone, and Derek gets up to stretch out. He looks around and decides to call it quits for the time being. He looks around and sees his dog sleeping on a low level couch.
*** Derek Wellings ***
I never really wanted to be an author, but this seemed like fun. It's a good way to blow off steam like cooking or cleaning. Then again, I'm sure when Chris Defoe hears this, he'll just eat it up and try convincing everyone I'm a woman because I relax by cooking, cleaning and writing. I don't need to convince or prove anything to him. Take it however you want, as I know you will.
On the last Overdrive, our team didn’t pick up the win but they also didn’t lose. Christmas Chaos is the perfect time to redeem ourselves. Sally Talfourd is taking on Level One, The Exchange Rate and Red Shield Mafia will be locking horns once again, and I’ll have a chance to exact some payback on Big Daddy Chris… I’m not even sure what the Hell BDC stands for…
He looks at his dog, Charly blinks at him a moment before deciding to lick himself. Derek gets disappointed in his dog and instead continues talking as if the dog would talk back. He stands up looking at the ceiling, calmly calculating and thing.
*** Derek Wellings ***
After two matches, me and Chris know a bit about each other. But we really don’t know that much do we? I mean he can find meaning in his old and previous achievements all he wants. But he should know things never go back to the way they were. If they did, I’d be the Command Sergeant Major of the Army. But things like that never happen for the average G.I. like me right? So I’ll make best with the hand fate has given me, it’s only a matter of time before BDC has come to accept that fact.
Otherwise it he might want to call an old persons retirement home and relax there. Nobody will harm him there. I won’t have to beat him again, God willing. He won’t have to deal with his own team calling him washed up. He won’t have to even have to see Level One, the third biggest joke I’ve ever seen. The so called best has only invoked feelings of depression or suicide as I’ve never seen a guy so long and boring in my life. Well then again, he’s not The Corpse of Jostle Wrestling Alliance, man that guy was long winded.
The best way to ring in the end of this year and the next year coming would be to beat Chris Defoe live on Pay Per View at Christmas Chaos. Wouldn’t it Charly?
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Yes it would Derek.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Holy crap on a shingle! My dog talked!
He turns around and smiles around and looks at Michelle. She takes the smile off her face and looks at Derek. She whistles for the dog to let him outside, which the dog happily runs out. She looks back at Derek who is suddenly at his typewriter. He begins to narrate while he writes.
Hanako picks her head up slowly and looks as the teacher enters the class room. The teacher is a tall scary man, with messy black hair and scars covering his face. He slams his books down, scaring the children into giving him their undivided attention.
*** Kobayashi ***
All right you little scrubs, listen up. We’re going to start with geometry. Hey! Ms. Kuribayashi wake up!
The teacher tosses his mug of coffee at her. It breaks behind her and shockers her along with a male student it nearly hit. Hanako and several students jump up alarmed.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m awake! Stop with the coffee assault please Kobayashi-sensei…
*** Kobayashi ***
Then keep your head up and stay very wide awake. I don’t want to see your head go down again. You’re barely passing my class as it is. All right everyone...
Kobayashi turns around tends to the chalk board. Hanako begins letting her head down as she gets sleepy. She notices a bright shine in her computer screen getting large. She turns her head to look out the window and the object she was looking at suddenly disappears, along with the schools energy. Everyone stops a moment and tries turning on their computers, even their teacher stops and stares at the ceiling.
*** Kobayashi ***
Doesn’t anyone know how to pay the electric bill around here?
The glass windows all shatter at once, around the entire school. The students duck down as the glass rains down. After a few minutes of glass shattering for several city blocks, the students rise up and brush the glass off them. Hanako stands up, trying to shake her hair free of glass, as even the computer screens shattered. Some hours after the freak accident,
Hanako was walking her way home from school, most of her home town was still a wreck and trying to recover. She could feel something watching her, from a distance. Her first thought was that of a pervert trying to sneak a peek at her from behind. However as she got closer to home, she thought that he might have wanted more than just sneaking a peak at her. She ran the rest of the way home but was stopped by a large snake, four feet tall and almost twenty feet long. She stopped dead in her tracks as she could feel a cold sweat run down her face as she was terrified of snakes. It sat straight up ready to strike her.
*** Soren ***
Need some help girl?
Hanako turned around to see a tall copper skinned alien. He holds his wakizashi over his shoulder, staring at her from on top of her home. She doesn’t move, and watches the snake slither by her and head towards her home.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Who are you?!
*** Soren ***
Just call me Soren.
He jumps off the house and slashes the snake into two pieces. He then slaps his hand on the ground, and a ring of fire appears around the snake remains and he incinerates the body. He turns around notices two snakes appear behind Hanako. He runs past her and begins to hack and slash his way through one of the snakes. The second one attacks him, and before he can turn it bites onto him. His arms flail around, and he stabs the wakizashi into the sneaks eye. He then carves his way out, and notices that Hanako was throwing up, after watching him mutilate the giant snakes. He drops his sword and sits down.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Soren are you okay?
She wipes away some of the bile from her mouth. He looks up at her panting, and wipes some of his blood off his waist and arms. He grabs the sword, and whips the blood off on his shirt. He looks at her uninterested.
*** Soren ***
What’s your name girl?
She stares at him, feeling the exact same way about him. She stands straight up, holding her backpack in her arms.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Hanako Kuribayashi, you jerk.
*** Soren ***
Oh I’m a jerk? Then don’t be so defenseless.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m not defenseless. I’m pretty sure I can kick the stuffing out of you jerk.
She presses her foot on his shoulder and kicks him over. He stands up; her head barely comes to his chest. He grabs his sword, but she takes it out of his hands and tosses it aside. A snake that Soren missed suddenly attacks them. Soren grabs her, and tosses Hanako aside then jumps up to punch it. The snake smacks him away with its tail. The snake begins attack Soren savagely Hanako stops and watches Soren get viciously attacked.
*** Soren ***
Don’t just stand their girl! Give me a hand here! AHHHHH!
Hanako looks around, and grabs his sword. It disappears one moment, then comes back taking the form of a quarterstaff. She stares at it a moment with Soren in shock. The snake stops attacking Soren, and begins to slither around Hanako. She swings wildly with the quarterstaff and it slices the snake in several pieces. Soren gets up slowly, staggering and looks at her.
*** Soren ***
What the Hell…
*** Kobayashi ***
All right you little scrubs, listen up. We’re going to start with geometry. Hey! Ms. Kuribayashi wake up!
The teacher tosses his mug of coffee at her. It breaks behind her and shockers her along with a male student it nearly hit. Hanako and several students jump up alarmed.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m awake! Stop with the coffee assault please Kobayashi-sensei…
*** Kobayashi ***
Then keep your head up and stay very wide awake. I don’t want to see your head go down again. You’re barely passing my class as it is. All right everyone...
Kobayashi turns around tends to the chalk board. Hanako begins letting her head down as she gets sleepy. She notices a bright shine in her computer screen getting large. She turns her head to look out the window and the object she was looking at suddenly disappears, along with the schools energy. Everyone stops a moment and tries turning on their computers, even their teacher stops and stares at the ceiling.
*** Kobayashi ***
Doesn’t anyone know how to pay the electric bill around here?
The glass windows all shatter at once, around the entire school. The students duck down as the glass rains down. After a few minutes of glass shattering for several city blocks, the students rise up and brush the glass off them. Hanako stands up, trying to shake her hair free of glass, as even the computer screens shattered. Some hours after the freak accident,
Hanako was walking her way home from school, most of her home town was still a wreck and trying to recover. She could feel something watching her, from a distance. Her first thought was that of a pervert trying to sneak a peek at her from behind. However as she got closer to home, she thought that he might have wanted more than just sneaking a peak at her. She ran the rest of the way home but was stopped by a large snake, four feet tall and almost twenty feet long. She stopped dead in her tracks as she could feel a cold sweat run down her face as she was terrified of snakes. It sat straight up ready to strike her.
*** Soren ***
Need some help girl?
Hanako turned around to see a tall copper skinned alien. He holds his wakizashi over his shoulder, staring at her from on top of her home. She doesn’t move, and watches the snake slither by her and head towards her home.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Who are you?!
*** Soren ***
Just call me Soren.
He jumps off the house and slashes the snake into two pieces. He then slaps his hand on the ground, and a ring of fire appears around the snake remains and he incinerates the body. He turns around notices two snakes appear behind Hanako. He runs past her and begins to hack and slash his way through one of the snakes. The second one attacks him, and before he can turn it bites onto him. His arms flail around, and he stabs the wakizashi into the sneaks eye. He then carves his way out, and notices that Hanako was throwing up, after watching him mutilate the giant snakes. He drops his sword and sits down.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Soren are you okay?
She wipes away some of the bile from her mouth. He looks up at her panting, and wipes some of his blood off his waist and arms. He grabs the sword, and whips the blood off on his shirt. He looks at her uninterested.
*** Soren ***
What’s your name girl?
She stares at him, feeling the exact same way about him. She stands straight up, holding her backpack in her arms.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
Hanako Kuribayashi, you jerk.
*** Soren ***
Oh I’m a jerk? Then don’t be so defenseless.
*** Hanako Kuribayashi ***
I’m not defenseless. I’m pretty sure I can kick the stuffing out of you jerk.
She presses her foot on his shoulder and kicks him over. He stands up; her head barely comes to his chest. He grabs his sword, but she takes it out of his hands and tosses it aside. A snake that Soren missed suddenly attacks them. Soren grabs her, and tosses Hanako aside then jumps up to punch it. The snake smacks him away with its tail. The snake begins attack Soren savagely Hanako stops and watches Soren get viciously attacked.
*** Soren ***
Don’t just stand their girl! Give me a hand here! AHHHHH!
Hanako looks around, and grabs his sword. It disappears one moment, then comes back taking the form of a quarterstaff. She stares at it a moment with Soren in shock. The snake stops attacking Soren, and begins to slither around Hanako. She swings wildly with the quarterstaff and it slices the snake in several pieces. Soren gets up slowly, staggering and looks at her.
*** Soren ***
What the Hell…
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Derek… that was great!...
Michelle lies through her teeth. She even takes a moment to notice several changes in his writing format. She sighs loudly, but doesn’t have the heart to tell him.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Really? Awesome… but I’m done with writing… for today. I’m relaxed, and I’m ready. Christmas Chaos is very close and I’m very ready. Chris Defoe has gotten away with assaulting me, and I must admit. I enjoy seeing a competitive part of him. He’s ready and I’m ready.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
He did a good job laying a whooping and a stomping on you.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Ha ha ha ha, NOT funny. I’m not laying down without a fight. I want Chris Defoe and I want to fight him. Everything has been boiling to a point and it’s time for the chaos we created to explode. I’ve been waiting calmly and I want to take him on. I wanted to have a match with him and I will have it. Chris Defoe is getting better and better and so have I. But his time has come and gone, it’s going to be my time rise and shine. This flat out isn’t about our past achievements. It’s not about NCW, it’s not about ECW, it’s not about who has the most titles. It’s simple: we both want to hurt it each other and I’m going to lay a whooping and a stomping on him.
Chris, you were once the man. The head honcho, the standard of who everyone getting into the game should be. But now, you’ve fallen so far from the sun, you might as well call it a career and be a commentator or a throw away position like Commissioner like Shawn Michaels or Sergeant Slaughter. Christmas Chaos, I’m getting an early Christmas present, and it’s another loss for you, but a huge victory for me as I continue my ascension to the top of APW.
You’re a tough old man, and definitely a legend to be respected. But fact is, the time is up. You need to call it a career before you destroy your legacy like Ric Flair did. Chris, you’re messing with the best, now you’re going to die like the rest. I’ll see you later buddy.
~END
