Post by thefiredragon on Mar 25, 2011 15:16:41 GMT -4
*The scene fades in on the inside of the Memorial Stadium in Berkeley California. Sitting alone in the last row of the thousands of empty stands in the arena is none other than The Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon wears his patented black mask with flames on it, dark blue jeans, white sneakers and a black hoodie with the hood flipped up over his head. He sits calmly staring down at the empty ring that has been assembled for the upcoming event this weekend. The Dragon is captured in deep thought about the status he holds within the organization going into its biggest night.*
Fire Dragon: Rasslemania, RASSLEMANIIIIA!
*The Fire Dragon stands and listens as the echos of his screams bounce around the inside of the empty stadium.*
Fire Dragon: The administration has pegged me as a loser, an after thought, a NOTHING in this company. Going into what should be Dragon mania I am forced to compete with the likes of El Intimidator, and Rip McGrip for a CHANCE at a title shot.
*The Fire Dragon hocks a big loogie from the back of his throat and spits it out, clearing the railing. He watches as it drops toward the stands below him and beings to crack up when he sees it splat on the orange floor level seats below him.*
Fire Dragon: There is only one option left for me at this point. There is only one clear cut path for the greatest mega star here in the APW. I am going to just have to win the whole damn thing. A few short months ago I was thinking about defending championship gold at Rasselmania. Not competing for a SHOT at it. The time is now, and the place is here in BERKELEY CALIFORNIA! BECAUSE THE APW STAFF, THE APW CHAMPIONSSHIP BELT HOLDERS, AND THE MEGA STARS THAT ARE STANDING IN MY WAY THIS WEEKEND AT RASSELMANIA THIS WEEKEND ARE ABOUT TO LEARN!!!
*The Fire Dragon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver plated Zippo lighter. He flicks the flame of the lighter on and brings it in close to his face. He is staring intently at the flame with his eyes widening, and pupils dilated like he is high on a drug.*
Fire Dragon: THAT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH FIRE...ha-ha-ha. You get BURNT!
*The Dragon snaps the cap of the lighter shut and turns away and starts walking down the steps. He turns the corner into the tunnel and disappears into the night. Scene fades to black.*
Fire Dragon: Rasslemania, RASSLEMANIIIIA!
*The Fire Dragon stands and listens as the echos of his screams bounce around the inside of the empty stadium.*
Fire Dragon: The administration has pegged me as a loser, an after thought, a NOTHING in this company. Going into what should be Dragon mania I am forced to compete with the likes of El Intimidator, and Rip McGrip for a CHANCE at a title shot.
*The Fire Dragon hocks a big loogie from the back of his throat and spits it out, clearing the railing. He watches as it drops toward the stands below him and beings to crack up when he sees it splat on the orange floor level seats below him.*
Fire Dragon: There is only one option left for me at this point. There is only one clear cut path for the greatest mega star here in the APW. I am going to just have to win the whole damn thing. A few short months ago I was thinking about defending championship gold at Rasselmania. Not competing for a SHOT at it. The time is now, and the place is here in BERKELEY CALIFORNIA! BECAUSE THE APW STAFF, THE APW CHAMPIONSSHIP BELT HOLDERS, AND THE MEGA STARS THAT ARE STANDING IN MY WAY THIS WEEKEND AT RASSELMANIA THIS WEEKEND ARE ABOUT TO LEARN!!!
*The Fire Dragon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver plated Zippo lighter. He flicks the flame of the lighter on and brings it in close to his face. He is staring intently at the flame with his eyes widening, and pupils dilated like he is high on a drug.*
Fire Dragon: THAT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH FIRE...ha-ha-ha. You get BURNT!
*The Dragon snaps the cap of the lighter shut and turns away and starts walking down the steps. He turns the corner into the tunnel and disappears into the night. Scene fades to black.*
