Post by Zero on Dec 1, 2012 22:11:46 GMT -5
[[The scene opens with Shaun Cross walking down the middle of railroad tracks, the noise of the train echoing in the distance intertwining with “Reborn” by Damageplan (his entrance theme) playing at a low volume in the background. Shaun is dressed in his casual attire: a faded Metallica “Master of Puppets” t-shirt and a ratty old pair of blue jeans. His long dirty blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail. He stops walking for a moment, looking down and picking up a small rock before carrying on with his trek. ]]
Shaun Cross: Hmm…MPW…I’ve finally made it. I’ve finally arrived at the pinnacle of the sport. I’m sure with the grace of the internet, a few, or maybe more than a few people knew of my arrival. Of course I’m no household name when it comes to professional wrestling, so I’m sure the same people who may have heard of my arrival dove further into the depths of their web searching browser and did their homework. Maybe they saw one or two of my many battles in the promotion I was formerly employed by? Or maybe just skimmed over a quick biography page on some wrestling site? Maybe they were impressed by what they watched, or what they read. Yet again there’s the chance that I looked like just another guy bopping around that squared circle. Either way, I’m comin’. Thursday Night Takedown…December 6th…I’m comin’. I hear tell I’m wrestling Chicken in a dark match that evening. Yeah, it may not be a star studded main event, the likes of which I may have begun to take for granted in promotions past…But I know one thing’s for damn sure. I’ll sure as hell make the most of it.
[[Shaun stops walking. The slow moving steam engine train is visible in the background now.]]
Shaun Cross: I also hear that Chicken can take one hell of a beating before going down…
[[He holds the rock up to the screen.]]
SC: Like the rock I hold in my hand…Tough as hell to break, but not indestructible…Chicken likes receiving punishment?
[[He scoffs, looking at the rock in his hand.]]
SC: I can deliver…
[[He bends down setting the rock down on the track and steps aside. The train is getting closer and closer, the noise getting louder and louder. Shaun looks back at the train for a moment, before facing the camera once again.]]
SC: Because like the train approaching, I’m prepared to run him over…
[[He breathes in and out slowly.]]
SC: …Ain’t that a nail in the cross?
[[The camera pans to the left, eventually taking Shaun out of frame, zooming in on the train as it continues down the track. The scene then fades to black.]]
Shaun Cross: Hmm…MPW…I’ve finally made it. I’ve finally arrived at the pinnacle of the sport. I’m sure with the grace of the internet, a few, or maybe more than a few people knew of my arrival. Of course I’m no household name when it comes to professional wrestling, so I’m sure the same people who may have heard of my arrival dove further into the depths of their web searching browser and did their homework. Maybe they saw one or two of my many battles in the promotion I was formerly employed by? Or maybe just skimmed over a quick biography page on some wrestling site? Maybe they were impressed by what they watched, or what they read. Yet again there’s the chance that I looked like just another guy bopping around that squared circle. Either way, I’m comin’. Thursday Night Takedown…December 6th…I’m comin’. I hear tell I’m wrestling Chicken in a dark match that evening. Yeah, it may not be a star studded main event, the likes of which I may have begun to take for granted in promotions past…But I know one thing’s for damn sure. I’ll sure as hell make the most of it.
[[Shaun stops walking. The slow moving steam engine train is visible in the background now.]]
Shaun Cross: I also hear that Chicken can take one hell of a beating before going down…
[[He holds the rock up to the screen.]]
SC: Like the rock I hold in my hand…Tough as hell to break, but not indestructible…Chicken likes receiving punishment?
[[He scoffs, looking at the rock in his hand.]]
SC: I can deliver…
[[He bends down setting the rock down on the track and steps aside. The train is getting closer and closer, the noise getting louder and louder. Shaun looks back at the train for a moment, before facing the camera once again.]]
SC: Because like the train approaching, I’m prepared to run him over…
[[He breathes in and out slowly.]]
SC: …Ain’t that a nail in the cross?
[[The camera pans to the left, eventually taking Shaun out of frame, zooming in on the train as it continues down the track. The scene then fades to black.]]