Post by tmarv on Apr 17, 2011 22:52:39 GMT -5
The scene opens in the middle of a dimly lit wrestling ring. THe shot is from the ground up looking at two title belts hanging from a thin wire. The camera pans down to show two ladders in the ring, set up reaching up toward the belts, falling just shy of them. Laying under each ladder, we see a member of Storm Front, Amber and Sophie Storm.
Sophie Storm:[/u] "So, Christopher O'Toole and Anna Va'stupid Slut, or whatever you're artificial name is. The two of you thought so highly of your fluke win over us as to challenge for our Tag team titles. And you honestly think you're worthy of taking on the GREATEST THING to ever happen to tag team wrestling? Come on people, you're the biggest joke in this business since Bryan Deas. The only reason the two of you exist is for comic relief. The all night dance party? From what Marty Valens had said, Chris couldn't last more than a couple seconds, let alone all night. As for Anna...well, all night with her would result in a million little crabs dining on your unmentionables... and who the hell would want that?"
Amber Storm:[/u] "Everyone knows that Anna is the company bicycle...everyone's had a ride and nobody bothers to put her away when they're done. And O'Toole is a sham of his former self after being dumped by his boy toy Vallens on the eve of their constitionally unrecognized nuptuals. Come on guys... you really wanted to challenge us, the team who put these belts on the map? Dream on bitches!!! I love these belts, I adore them. I sleep with them every single night, and usually they're the only things I have on. I will now pause for all the acne ridden guys to beat off to the image of that I've no doubtedly put in their heads."
Amber indeed pauses and waits for exactly three seconds.
Amber Storm:[/u] "There, that should be long enough. Tonight, we will walk out of Meltdown the exact same way we walked in... as the ROP Tag team champions. We will climb the ladder of success...no pun intended, and defend what is rightfully ours, the Tag team championships! NOBODY in this business has the balls to take them off of us, not you, not the renegades, not the Business, not ANYBODY!!! We are the hottest tag team ROP has ever seen...and we're pretty easy on the eyes too."
Sophie Storm:[/u] "There is an old addage...be careful what you wish for. Dance Party, you should have heeded those words. You wished for a tag title match, you got it. You wished for a ladder match, you got it. You should have heeded the warning, should have taken cover, should have run for your lives. Since nobody's told you, there's a storm brewing, and it is one hell of one. There have been recent tornado's that have reaked havoc on the midwest and southeast. There have been earthquakes and tsunami's that have damn near destroyed countries. But those natural disasters...they're nothing compared to what's about to happen to the All Night Dance Party this week. A storm front is coming your way Chris, Anna. And I have one question for you...Are you prepared..."
BOTH: "TO WEATHER THE STORM?"
The scene slowly fades to black.
Sophie Storm:[/u] "So, Christopher O'Toole and Anna Va'stupid Slut, or whatever you're artificial name is. The two of you thought so highly of your fluke win over us as to challenge for our Tag team titles. And you honestly think you're worthy of taking on the GREATEST THING to ever happen to tag team wrestling? Come on people, you're the biggest joke in this business since Bryan Deas. The only reason the two of you exist is for comic relief. The all night dance party? From what Marty Valens had said, Chris couldn't last more than a couple seconds, let alone all night. As for Anna...well, all night with her would result in a million little crabs dining on your unmentionables... and who the hell would want that?"
Amber Storm:[/u] "Everyone knows that Anna is the company bicycle...everyone's had a ride and nobody bothers to put her away when they're done. And O'Toole is a sham of his former self after being dumped by his boy toy Vallens on the eve of their constitionally unrecognized nuptuals. Come on guys... you really wanted to challenge us, the team who put these belts on the map? Dream on bitches!!! I love these belts, I adore them. I sleep with them every single night, and usually they're the only things I have on. I will now pause for all the acne ridden guys to beat off to the image of that I've no doubtedly put in their heads."
Amber indeed pauses and waits for exactly three seconds.
Amber Storm:[/u] "There, that should be long enough. Tonight, we will walk out of Meltdown the exact same way we walked in... as the ROP Tag team champions. We will climb the ladder of success...no pun intended, and defend what is rightfully ours, the Tag team championships! NOBODY in this business has the balls to take them off of us, not you, not the renegades, not the Business, not ANYBODY!!! We are the hottest tag team ROP has ever seen...and we're pretty easy on the eyes too."
Sophie Storm:[/u] "There is an old addage...be careful what you wish for. Dance Party, you should have heeded those words. You wished for a tag title match, you got it. You wished for a ladder match, you got it. You should have heeded the warning, should have taken cover, should have run for your lives. Since nobody's told you, there's a storm brewing, and it is one hell of one. There have been recent tornado's that have reaked havoc on the midwest and southeast. There have been earthquakes and tsunami's that have damn near destroyed countries. But those natural disasters...they're nothing compared to what's about to happen to the All Night Dance Party this week. A storm front is coming your way Chris, Anna. And I have one question for you...Are you prepared..."
BOTH: "TO WEATHER THE STORM?"
The scene slowly fades to black.
