Post by The Night Terrors on Aug 10, 2013 14:39:17 GMT -5
“The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized...”
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
***The MPW camera fades into a locker room of the U.S. Airways Center in Phoenix, AZ. The room is nearly empty, including all of the lockers against the back wall. After a few moments, the sounds of moving locks can be heard, and the camera turns toward the locker room door. The door swings open, and in walks a fat, unkempt man dressed in a blue polo, jeans, and work boots. He appears to not have showered in a week...***
Fat Man: So here is your guy’s locker room. Tell me against why you two needed it a day early?
***From behind them walks in Samuel, dressed in his normal black attire, and a black trench coat. Samuel is holding a black duffel bag in his right hand. Behind Samuel, Clay walks into the room, also wearing black, carrying a very large rectangular object with his left arm, and the MPW Gold Rush Trophy with his right arm. Clay ignores the the man, and walks over to wall on the right side of the room, which has framed pictures of local sights here in Phoenix. As Clay puts the Trophy and the covered object against the wall, As Clay does this, Samuel drops the black bag in the middle of the room, and stares at the fat man dressed in blue. After a moment, he finally responds...***
Samuel[/u]: What’s it to you?[/color]
Fat Man: Well, I had to come in on my day off to let the two of you into the building...
Samuel[/u]: Oh I’m sorry, did we interrupt your day of feasting on hot dogs and chili while watching the Diamondbacks lose to the Mets?[/color]
Fat Man: How dare you say...
Samuel[/u]: You know what, just don’t. Get your pathetic, disgusting ass out of here. We won’t be needing you any longer...[/color]
Fat Man: Why I oughta...
Clay[/u]: You “outghta” what?[/color]
***The fat man looks over at Clay, and visibly “gulps”, and shakes his head before replying in a voice full of fear...***
Fat Man: Nothing, nothing at all. You sure you guys don’t want anything else before I leave?
Samuel[/u]: What do you think someone like you could provide for us? Go home, take a shower, and start a diet before you have a heart attack and die you pig...[/color]
***The man appears to want to say something, but quickly, his face fills with sadness, and he nods at Samuel in understanding. The man slowly shuffles past Clay and over to the locker room door. After opening the door, the fat man looks back at The Night Terrors, and with all of the courage he can muster, he yells back at Samuel and Clay...***
Fat Man: I hope the both of you get your asses kicked by Starr and Nytrus tomorrow! Freakin’ jerks!
***As soon as he lets out that last syllable, the courage turns to enormous fear, and he slams the door behind him. From behind the door, you can hear the fat man’s feet slapping against the ground, almost as though the man’s body can not support his running away. The camera turns back to Samuel and Clay, who are laughing at the man’s weak attempt to insult them. After another moment, Samuel picks back up the black bag in the middle of the room and puts it into one of the large empty lockers. As he does this, Clay grabs one of the cheap folding tables in the room and pulls it nearby the wall. Clay then picks up the MPW Gold Rush Trophy, and places it in the middle of the table. Samuel grabs two metal folding chairs that are leaning against one of the walls, and brings them over to the table. Samuel hands one of the chairs to Clay, and both men place the chairs on each side of the table, facing the camera. After a moment of silence, Samuel finally begins to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: Before we get into our next message for our opponents this week, let us once again congratulate my brother for his victory at Gold Rush, becoming the first ever MPW Gold Rush Champion![/color]
Clay[/u]: Thank you brother, but come on, like there was any doubt that I would walk away with this fine trophy...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: There was no doubt in my mind. But it is still an accomplishment to be celebrated, because it allowed our message to be heard by that many more fans. It allowed the power of the darkness to be shown around the world.You victory brother, was a preview for what is to come to The MPW. That is your true accomplishment...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I agree. And we’re not just sitting here talking about the pathetic fans like the obese waste of space that was just in this room with us. Each one of my opponents stepped into that ring, believing they would be the one who could end our undefeated reign. Gabriel Griffin, member of the so called Resistance, stepped up thinking that Gold Rush would be his time to shine. But he was wrong, and now has a shoulder that will never be the same again after crossing paths with me. Adam Steele believed that his brother was holding him back, but even without that childish distraction around, he couldn’t do anything but fall to my wrath. And Taufik, pushing himself beyond the limits of any normal man, though is heart and fighting spirit would be enough to overcome his gimpy knee and overall lack of success as of late. But just like Griffin, and just like Steele, Taufik was proved to be no match for the monster that stood in the ring with them. But the most important thing that happened in each of those matches wasn’t my victory, nor their losses...
You see, in all three men, as they were lifted into the air, about to be hit with the Fall to Grace, they showed something that laid dormant in all of them. Go ahead, re watch Gold Rush, and look into all of their eyes, and you will see the same thing. Fear. The fear of their own failure. Their fear of the pain in which they were about the experience. The fear that they would yet again be used as stepping stones to bigger and better things. Samuel, why is it that everyone in our path claims they are not afraid, and each and ever single one of them have thus far been proven as a liar?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: That’s actually a fairly simple question to answer Clay. You see, all of these men lie about their fear because they are unable to accept that it exists. They believe that to fear is to be weak, and if they can’t defeat those fears, it’s just easier to bury them deep down inside. But no matter how great the man is, and no matter how deep he digs that hole is his heart, there is no place deep or dark enough for fear to be buried in. There is no force in all of the universe that fear can be hid in. And these fools, who pretend to be brave little soldiers, are just like every man, woman, and child living in this world. Full of fear, of failure, and of wasted opportunity. And what all of them have, is that they are filled with weakness...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Which brings us to the words of one of our opponents this week, Brandon Nytrus. You see, according to Brandon, The Resistance is without weakness. Furthermore, Brandon claims that while we seek out weaknesses in The Resistance, we should be looking a little bit closer to home instead...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: According to Brandon Nytrus, The Night Terrors have a weakness, and that weakness is me. While Clay was out winning the MPW Gold Rush Tournament, I was sitting backstage, not because of the lack of foresight from “MPW Management”, but because a lack of faith from “MPW Management” when it comes to me. Apparently, I am the weak link of The Night Terrors. Well, I’m here to set the message straight, for once and for all. The truth is, compared to Samuel here, I am the weak link in the middle of the ring...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Wait, what are you talking about?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Hold on Samuel, this is something that needs to be said. When you compare me to my brother, the differences should be obvious. He is a brute of a monster, and with strength that can not be matched in the MPW, not even by Brandon Nytrus. This is a man who has no equal in the middle of the ring, and he has the ONLY MPW Gold Rush Trophy to prove it. Then look at me. Not even two hundred pounds, I rely on my speed, my cunning, and my total lack of care if I hurt myself as long as I hurt my opponent more. In the middle of the ring, Samuel is by far my superior, as it should be...
When we were young, I took a young man under my wing and turned him to the monster you see today. You can say that he is my student, and I am his teacher. And like every teacher, I could only hope for my student to one day pass me by and go on to greater things that I could ever hope. Clay has achieved that ten fold. It is through Clay that my message, the truth of fear and darkness and the power of their embrace. I accept and embrace being the weak link of The Night Terrors, because compared to Clay, EVERYBODY is a weak link...
And Nytrus, you say that The Resistance is without weakness. Man, I feel bad for your soon to be unborn child...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Speaking of his child, I thought it was announced that he and his whore of a wife were having a precious little baby boy...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yeah, not only does Nytrus not have weaknesses, but he’s apparently psychic too. Because if his son isn’t born for eight more months, how else can he know the sex of the little bastard? I would never be selfish enough to bring a child into the horrible world, because even as twisted as I am, I would never wish that kind of pain on a child. But even with no desire to be a father, even I know that the sex of a baby isn’t identified by doctors until after the first trimester.[/color]
Clay[/u]: And you know that how?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Knowledge is golden Clay. But that would mean, that either Nicki is either lying about being pregnant in the first place, or she’s way further along then is being revealed, possibly covering up the fact that the baby isn’t Brandon’s, but instead that of his best friend in the world, Aaron...[/color]
Clay[/u]: My money is on the whore theory...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Mine too, but let’s just assume for a minute that Brandon is a dumbass who is just ignorant of these facts, for all intensive purposes, he’s going to be a father, biological or not. How awful of a childhood that little boy is in for. A man like Nytrus, winning Championships, portraying himself to be the perfect man. That child is not going to be able to live up to the legend that is his own father. And no matter how good you may be in that ring Nytrus, if your son is not a greater man than you are, then you have failed as a father and as a teacher. Yet another way I will prove to be your superior Brandon. So when it comes down to it, either you are liar, hiding your weaknesses from the world just like each and every person who has stepped into the ring with us here in the MPW, or you are an idiot who truly believes in his own legend. The face is, unlike us, who preach the truth everytime we open our mouth, you are a liar. You are weak for hiding those lies deep down, fearing the day that those lies are exposed. No matter how “weak” I may be when you compare me to my brother here, even at my lowest point, I am still by far greater than any member of The Resistance, including you. I know and live by the truth. I embrace the fear and the darkness. I am better than you, period...
But I don’t entirely blame you for your own inflated ego. The MPW putting ideas of grandeur in your head. For example...[/color]
***Clay smiles and stands up from his chair. Clay goes around the table, and grabs the framed pictures hanging on the wall behind the table. Clay throws them to the ground, shattering the glass all over the floor. Clayl squats down, and pulls the dark blue sheet from over the hidden rectangular object and onto the table. Samuel then lifts the object and places it on the wall, hanging it from the small hooks that were holding up the framed pictures. Clay steps out of the way, and the object is shown to be a framed poster for the MPW’s next Pay Per View, High Stakes. And on the poster, in front of the bright lights of Las Vegas, is the face of Brandon Nytrus. Clay sits back down as Samuel continues to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: Congratulations Brandon, you’re the perfect poster boy for High Stakes. It’s a big risk on the hands of MPW to have you be the focal point of the advertisements for one of the biggest nights of the year, especially considering you’re going to lose in the very same week that the poster is released. When people see that poster after the very first Reloaded, they are going to wonder why a place would advertise a loser such as yourself alongside such an important night. Does that sound like a lack of faith by “MPW Management” again Brandon? No, it’s instead just another bad decision by “MPW Management”, highlighting their own stupidity. They certainly gambled on your, and I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but they’ve already lost the bet...[/color]
Clay[/u]: And to your partner Chissy Starr, we have not forgotten about you. You see, even with your selection to be a member of The Resistance, it is obvious who the weak links of The Resistance are, despite what Nytrus says. In the grand scheme of things, on Sunday Night Reloaded, you’re going to be stepping into the ring which three entities above your station. Yes, even with everything we have said about Nytrus, we will give him the credit he deserves. Brandon Nytrus is the Sin City Champion, and a tough competitor in the ring. You on the other hand Chrissy, you are just a body for The Resistance to use in it’s own mission. You are nothing more than the little girl who couldn’t even muster up enough to defeat Lucas King, a member of your sworn enemies in Iconic Aggression, in the first round of the Gold Rush Tournament. You thought that because you showed up to the MPW with a bit of hype, that you would be able to walk over the MPW roster of your trek to the top. Reality had different ideas, hasn’t it Chrissy?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Chrissy, you do realize what you have done, right? You have stepped into a battle you are not prepared for, no matter what you say. I don’t care how many times you and Brandon sat backstage, studying your tapes between your private screw sessions, there is nothing you can do to prepare for the power called The Night Terrors. Brandon claims that the Resistance is “THE” force in the MPW, but you two have another thing coming your way. I guess every war needs a couple of victims along the way. It is now our responsibility, as the uncrowned Tag Team Champions, to make sure that you become that first victim to fall in the line of fire. I promise you Chrissy, if you thought that Jason X had his way with you, you haven’t seen anything yet. You really only have one logical choice, and I’ll be kind enough to explain it to you now, because it’s truly in your best interests. Quit now, before you even walk down to that ring. Leave The Resistance and escape the war that will devastate your friends. Otherwise, the only thing you will do is yet again prove The Night Terrors speak only the truth, just as we have every single week before this one.[/color]
Clay[/u]: I have to be honest about that though Samuel...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Oh, really?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I want Chrissy to come down to that ring. I don’t want to disappoint her fans throughout the arena by her being a no show...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And by fans you mean those pathetic beings like that obese waste of space from just a few minutes ago, right?[/color]
Clay[/u]: Exactly right Samuel. It isn’t often that Phoenix gets to hold an event as great as MPW Reloaded. And who knows, if Chrissy decides to run away, scared of the public beating she is going to receive by our hands, then maybe there will be less people who show up to the arena. Maybe, just maybe, Chrissy has that kind of stalkerish following that cheers for her no matter how bad she is in the ring, all because of that killer body she shows off in the ring...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Your point?[/color]
Clay[/u]: My point is that I want every single pathetic fan of Chrissy Starr to see her shine as the weak link. I want all of her useless fans to accept the fact that even though their favorite wrestler was included as something as important as The Resistance claims to be, she is nothing more than the doormat for The Resistance. Chrissy Starr is the symbol for the flaws of The Resistance. And we get the pleasure to show that to the world.Aren’t we lucky?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yes, yes we are. We get two step into the ring with The Resistance, and walk out with even more power than before. We will defeat the Sin City Champion and his backstage girlfriend in front of the whole world, further proving we are the uncrowned Tag Team Champions here in the MPW. At Reloaded, we will continue our path of destruction to Iconic Aggression. Sounds lucky to me. Too bad for The Resistance, for Nytrus and Starr, because their luck has run out...[/color]
Clay[/u]: But at least you’ll still have one another guys, to wallow in misery and defeat with.[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And Brandon, it’s a good thing your “best friend” Aaron isn’t around right now. I may be a straight up evil bastard, but even I respect the work of a soldier. It’s just too bad Aaron’s best friend is going to have to disappoint him by falling to The Night Terrors. It’s too bad that a man of honor has friends that are about to let him down. It’s too bad that The Resistance is already, this soon after debuting as a power, is already going to be proved flawed. There is a phrase from a very popular television show, that goes, “Resistance is Futile”. In reality, the only thing “Futile” here is The Resistance’s stand against The Night Terrors. We are prophets of fear and darkness. We are “The Monsters of the MPW”. And in everything that we say, there is always truth, whether you like to hear it or not. Come Sunday, we’ll make believers out of the both of you too. Sweet dreams...............[/color]
***Samuel and Clay begin to laugh out loud as their message is delivered. Clay stands up, turns, and grabs the High Stakes poster off of the wall. Clay holds it up in front of him, and puts his fist right through the back of it, through Brandon’s head, causing the glass to fly out of the camera. The cameraman falls backward to avoid the falling glass, and the room goes black and silent. The camera quickly starts moving around, and the cameraman begins to crunch the glass shards under his feet. The light comes back on, and The Night Terrors are gone, leaving behind the now destroyed High Stakes poster hanging back on the wall. The camera zooms in on the poster, slowly fading away to the image of a hole in Brandon’s head...............***
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
***The MPW camera fades into a locker room of the U.S. Airways Center in Phoenix, AZ. The room is nearly empty, including all of the lockers against the back wall. After a few moments, the sounds of moving locks can be heard, and the camera turns toward the locker room door. The door swings open, and in walks a fat, unkempt man dressed in a blue polo, jeans, and work boots. He appears to not have showered in a week...***
Fat Man: So here is your guy’s locker room. Tell me against why you two needed it a day early?
***From behind them walks in Samuel, dressed in his normal black attire, and a black trench coat. Samuel is holding a black duffel bag in his right hand. Behind Samuel, Clay walks into the room, also wearing black, carrying a very large rectangular object with his left arm, and the MPW Gold Rush Trophy with his right arm. Clay ignores the the man, and walks over to wall on the right side of the room, which has framed pictures of local sights here in Phoenix. As Clay puts the Trophy and the covered object against the wall, As Clay does this, Samuel drops the black bag in the middle of the room, and stares at the fat man dressed in blue. After a moment, he finally responds...***
Samuel[/u]: What’s it to you?[/color]
Fat Man: Well, I had to come in on my day off to let the two of you into the building...
Samuel[/u]: Oh I’m sorry, did we interrupt your day of feasting on hot dogs and chili while watching the Diamondbacks lose to the Mets?[/color]
Fat Man: How dare you say...
Samuel[/u]: You know what, just don’t. Get your pathetic, disgusting ass out of here. We won’t be needing you any longer...[/color]
Fat Man: Why I oughta...
Clay[/u]: You “outghta” what?[/color]
***The fat man looks over at Clay, and visibly “gulps”, and shakes his head before replying in a voice full of fear...***
Fat Man: Nothing, nothing at all. You sure you guys don’t want anything else before I leave?
Samuel[/u]: What do you think someone like you could provide for us? Go home, take a shower, and start a diet before you have a heart attack and die you pig...[/color]
***The man appears to want to say something, but quickly, his face fills with sadness, and he nods at Samuel in understanding. The man slowly shuffles past Clay and over to the locker room door. After opening the door, the fat man looks back at The Night Terrors, and with all of the courage he can muster, he yells back at Samuel and Clay...***
Fat Man: I hope the both of you get your asses kicked by Starr and Nytrus tomorrow! Freakin’ jerks!
***As soon as he lets out that last syllable, the courage turns to enormous fear, and he slams the door behind him. From behind the door, you can hear the fat man’s feet slapping against the ground, almost as though the man’s body can not support his running away. The camera turns back to Samuel and Clay, who are laughing at the man’s weak attempt to insult them. After another moment, Samuel picks back up the black bag in the middle of the room and puts it into one of the large empty lockers. As he does this, Clay grabs one of the cheap folding tables in the room and pulls it nearby the wall. Clay then picks up the MPW Gold Rush Trophy, and places it in the middle of the table. Samuel grabs two metal folding chairs that are leaning against one of the walls, and brings them over to the table. Samuel hands one of the chairs to Clay, and both men place the chairs on each side of the table, facing the camera. After a moment of silence, Samuel finally begins to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: Before we get into our next message for our opponents this week, let us once again congratulate my brother for his victory at Gold Rush, becoming the first ever MPW Gold Rush Champion![/color]
Clay[/u]: Thank you brother, but come on, like there was any doubt that I would walk away with this fine trophy...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: There was no doubt in my mind. But it is still an accomplishment to be celebrated, because it allowed our message to be heard by that many more fans. It allowed the power of the darkness to be shown around the world.You victory brother, was a preview for what is to come to The MPW. That is your true accomplishment...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I agree. And we’re not just sitting here talking about the pathetic fans like the obese waste of space that was just in this room with us. Each one of my opponents stepped into that ring, believing they would be the one who could end our undefeated reign. Gabriel Griffin, member of the so called Resistance, stepped up thinking that Gold Rush would be his time to shine. But he was wrong, and now has a shoulder that will never be the same again after crossing paths with me. Adam Steele believed that his brother was holding him back, but even without that childish distraction around, he couldn’t do anything but fall to my wrath. And Taufik, pushing himself beyond the limits of any normal man, though is heart and fighting spirit would be enough to overcome his gimpy knee and overall lack of success as of late. But just like Griffin, and just like Steele, Taufik was proved to be no match for the monster that stood in the ring with them. But the most important thing that happened in each of those matches wasn’t my victory, nor their losses...
You see, in all three men, as they were lifted into the air, about to be hit with the Fall to Grace, they showed something that laid dormant in all of them. Go ahead, re watch Gold Rush, and look into all of their eyes, and you will see the same thing. Fear. The fear of their own failure. Their fear of the pain in which they were about the experience. The fear that they would yet again be used as stepping stones to bigger and better things. Samuel, why is it that everyone in our path claims they are not afraid, and each and ever single one of them have thus far been proven as a liar?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: That’s actually a fairly simple question to answer Clay. You see, all of these men lie about their fear because they are unable to accept that it exists. They believe that to fear is to be weak, and if they can’t defeat those fears, it’s just easier to bury them deep down inside. But no matter how great the man is, and no matter how deep he digs that hole is his heart, there is no place deep or dark enough for fear to be buried in. There is no force in all of the universe that fear can be hid in. And these fools, who pretend to be brave little soldiers, are just like every man, woman, and child living in this world. Full of fear, of failure, and of wasted opportunity. And what all of them have, is that they are filled with weakness...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Which brings us to the words of one of our opponents this week, Brandon Nytrus. You see, according to Brandon, The Resistance is without weakness. Furthermore, Brandon claims that while we seek out weaknesses in The Resistance, we should be looking a little bit closer to home instead...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: According to Brandon Nytrus, The Night Terrors have a weakness, and that weakness is me. While Clay was out winning the MPW Gold Rush Tournament, I was sitting backstage, not because of the lack of foresight from “MPW Management”, but because a lack of faith from “MPW Management” when it comes to me. Apparently, I am the weak link of The Night Terrors. Well, I’m here to set the message straight, for once and for all. The truth is, compared to Samuel here, I am the weak link in the middle of the ring...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Wait, what are you talking about?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Hold on Samuel, this is something that needs to be said. When you compare me to my brother, the differences should be obvious. He is a brute of a monster, and with strength that can not be matched in the MPW, not even by Brandon Nytrus. This is a man who has no equal in the middle of the ring, and he has the ONLY MPW Gold Rush Trophy to prove it. Then look at me. Not even two hundred pounds, I rely on my speed, my cunning, and my total lack of care if I hurt myself as long as I hurt my opponent more. In the middle of the ring, Samuel is by far my superior, as it should be...
When we were young, I took a young man under my wing and turned him to the monster you see today. You can say that he is my student, and I am his teacher. And like every teacher, I could only hope for my student to one day pass me by and go on to greater things that I could ever hope. Clay has achieved that ten fold. It is through Clay that my message, the truth of fear and darkness and the power of their embrace. I accept and embrace being the weak link of The Night Terrors, because compared to Clay, EVERYBODY is a weak link...
And Nytrus, you say that The Resistance is without weakness. Man, I feel bad for your soon to be unborn child...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Speaking of his child, I thought it was announced that he and his whore of a wife were having a precious little baby boy...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yeah, not only does Nytrus not have weaknesses, but he’s apparently psychic too. Because if his son isn’t born for eight more months, how else can he know the sex of the little bastard? I would never be selfish enough to bring a child into the horrible world, because even as twisted as I am, I would never wish that kind of pain on a child. But even with no desire to be a father, even I know that the sex of a baby isn’t identified by doctors until after the first trimester.[/color]
Clay[/u]: And you know that how?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Knowledge is golden Clay. But that would mean, that either Nicki is either lying about being pregnant in the first place, or she’s way further along then is being revealed, possibly covering up the fact that the baby isn’t Brandon’s, but instead that of his best friend in the world, Aaron...[/color]
Clay[/u]: My money is on the whore theory...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Mine too, but let’s just assume for a minute that Brandon is a dumbass who is just ignorant of these facts, for all intensive purposes, he’s going to be a father, biological or not. How awful of a childhood that little boy is in for. A man like Nytrus, winning Championships, portraying himself to be the perfect man. That child is not going to be able to live up to the legend that is his own father. And no matter how good you may be in that ring Nytrus, if your son is not a greater man than you are, then you have failed as a father and as a teacher. Yet another way I will prove to be your superior Brandon. So when it comes down to it, either you are liar, hiding your weaknesses from the world just like each and every person who has stepped into the ring with us here in the MPW, or you are an idiot who truly believes in his own legend. The face is, unlike us, who preach the truth everytime we open our mouth, you are a liar. You are weak for hiding those lies deep down, fearing the day that those lies are exposed. No matter how “weak” I may be when you compare me to my brother here, even at my lowest point, I am still by far greater than any member of The Resistance, including you. I know and live by the truth. I embrace the fear and the darkness. I am better than you, period...
But I don’t entirely blame you for your own inflated ego. The MPW putting ideas of grandeur in your head. For example...[/color]
***Clay smiles and stands up from his chair. Clay goes around the table, and grabs the framed pictures hanging on the wall behind the table. Clay throws them to the ground, shattering the glass all over the floor. Clayl squats down, and pulls the dark blue sheet from over the hidden rectangular object and onto the table. Samuel then lifts the object and places it on the wall, hanging it from the small hooks that were holding up the framed pictures. Clay steps out of the way, and the object is shown to be a framed poster for the MPW’s next Pay Per View, High Stakes. And on the poster, in front of the bright lights of Las Vegas, is the face of Brandon Nytrus. Clay sits back down as Samuel continues to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: Congratulations Brandon, you’re the perfect poster boy for High Stakes. It’s a big risk on the hands of MPW to have you be the focal point of the advertisements for one of the biggest nights of the year, especially considering you’re going to lose in the very same week that the poster is released. When people see that poster after the very first Reloaded, they are going to wonder why a place would advertise a loser such as yourself alongside such an important night. Does that sound like a lack of faith by “MPW Management” again Brandon? No, it’s instead just another bad decision by “MPW Management”, highlighting their own stupidity. They certainly gambled on your, and I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but they’ve already lost the bet...[/color]
Clay[/u]: And to your partner Chissy Starr, we have not forgotten about you. You see, even with your selection to be a member of The Resistance, it is obvious who the weak links of The Resistance are, despite what Nytrus says. In the grand scheme of things, on Sunday Night Reloaded, you’re going to be stepping into the ring which three entities above your station. Yes, even with everything we have said about Nytrus, we will give him the credit he deserves. Brandon Nytrus is the Sin City Champion, and a tough competitor in the ring. You on the other hand Chrissy, you are just a body for The Resistance to use in it’s own mission. You are nothing more than the little girl who couldn’t even muster up enough to defeat Lucas King, a member of your sworn enemies in Iconic Aggression, in the first round of the Gold Rush Tournament. You thought that because you showed up to the MPW with a bit of hype, that you would be able to walk over the MPW roster of your trek to the top. Reality had different ideas, hasn’t it Chrissy?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Chrissy, you do realize what you have done, right? You have stepped into a battle you are not prepared for, no matter what you say. I don’t care how many times you and Brandon sat backstage, studying your tapes between your private screw sessions, there is nothing you can do to prepare for the power called The Night Terrors. Brandon claims that the Resistance is “THE” force in the MPW, but you two have another thing coming your way. I guess every war needs a couple of victims along the way. It is now our responsibility, as the uncrowned Tag Team Champions, to make sure that you become that first victim to fall in the line of fire. I promise you Chrissy, if you thought that Jason X had his way with you, you haven’t seen anything yet. You really only have one logical choice, and I’ll be kind enough to explain it to you now, because it’s truly in your best interests. Quit now, before you even walk down to that ring. Leave The Resistance and escape the war that will devastate your friends. Otherwise, the only thing you will do is yet again prove The Night Terrors speak only the truth, just as we have every single week before this one.[/color]
Clay[/u]: I have to be honest about that though Samuel...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Oh, really?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I want Chrissy to come down to that ring. I don’t want to disappoint her fans throughout the arena by her being a no show...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And by fans you mean those pathetic beings like that obese waste of space from just a few minutes ago, right?[/color]
Clay[/u]: Exactly right Samuel. It isn’t often that Phoenix gets to hold an event as great as MPW Reloaded. And who knows, if Chrissy decides to run away, scared of the public beating she is going to receive by our hands, then maybe there will be less people who show up to the arena. Maybe, just maybe, Chrissy has that kind of stalkerish following that cheers for her no matter how bad she is in the ring, all because of that killer body she shows off in the ring...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Your point?[/color]
Clay[/u]: My point is that I want every single pathetic fan of Chrissy Starr to see her shine as the weak link. I want all of her useless fans to accept the fact that even though their favorite wrestler was included as something as important as The Resistance claims to be, she is nothing more than the doormat for The Resistance. Chrissy Starr is the symbol for the flaws of The Resistance. And we get the pleasure to show that to the world.Aren’t we lucky?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yes, yes we are. We get two step into the ring with The Resistance, and walk out with even more power than before. We will defeat the Sin City Champion and his backstage girlfriend in front of the whole world, further proving we are the uncrowned Tag Team Champions here in the MPW. At Reloaded, we will continue our path of destruction to Iconic Aggression. Sounds lucky to me. Too bad for The Resistance, for Nytrus and Starr, because their luck has run out...[/color]
Clay[/u]: But at least you’ll still have one another guys, to wallow in misery and defeat with.[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And Brandon, it’s a good thing your “best friend” Aaron isn’t around right now. I may be a straight up evil bastard, but even I respect the work of a soldier. It’s just too bad Aaron’s best friend is going to have to disappoint him by falling to The Night Terrors. It’s too bad that a man of honor has friends that are about to let him down. It’s too bad that The Resistance is already, this soon after debuting as a power, is already going to be proved flawed. There is a phrase from a very popular television show, that goes, “Resistance is Futile”. In reality, the only thing “Futile” here is The Resistance’s stand against The Night Terrors. We are prophets of fear and darkness. We are “The Monsters of the MPW”. And in everything that we say, there is always truth, whether you like to hear it or not. Come Sunday, we’ll make believers out of the both of you too. Sweet dreams...............[/color]
***Samuel and Clay begin to laugh out loud as their message is delivered. Clay stands up, turns, and grabs the High Stakes poster off of the wall. Clay holds it up in front of him, and puts his fist right through the back of it, through Brandon’s head, causing the glass to fly out of the camera. The cameraman falls backward to avoid the falling glass, and the room goes black and silent. The camera quickly starts moving around, and the cameraman begins to crunch the glass shards under his feet. The light comes back on, and The Night Terrors are gone, leaving behind the now destroyed High Stakes poster hanging back on the wall. The camera zooms in on the poster, slowly fading away to the image of a hole in Brandon’s head...............***
