| Subject: The Final Message before Fear... |
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Wild Thang
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Date Posted: 14:04:47 02/15/02 Fri
*~*~* We open up inside the Locker Room of the "Wild One" of the HWA, who just happens to be the HWA Intercontinental Champion, Wild Thang. On the wall, close to the door, hangs Wild Thang's Jean Jacket, with the leather sleeves. Next to that hangs a grey sweatshirt, complete with pull-over hood. We pan to the right to see Wild Thang's Duffel Bag sitting on the couch... with a shirt and a pair of pants hanging out to the side.
We scan to the right even further until we come across a small table, with a chair sitting next to it. Sitting on the table are the photographs that Steve Rider had given to Wild Thang a few nights ago. Not many are out though, only a few where Cecilia was sitting in the Kitchen in her white bath robe. The camera stares at the pictures for a few moments too long as we hear somebody clear their throat behind it.
Wild Thang, standing there looking very pissed: WHAT... I said WHAT in the HELL do you think you're doing in here?!?!
*~*~* Wild Thang stands there, eyebrows low, giving the camera a look that no one would EVER want. Wild Thang has a towel around his neck, sweat dripping from his body, and is wearing a black tank top with Black shorts. His arms are crossed on his chest, and still, he stands there... staring at the Camera.
Wild Thang, taking in long, slow breaths: I take it you're here to talk about my Title Defense against John Taylor, is that it? You want to know what my final thoughts about the match are for tonight, is that right? Well I'll tell you what Film-Boy... you just come right over here... that's it... and you stand right here in the doorway... Yea, that's it.
*~*~* Wild Thang steps into his locker room more, as the cameraman walks over to the doorway. He stands in the doorway, looking in at Wild Thang who's now standing behind his couch. Wild Thang nods and smiles as he continues.
Wild Thang, smirking: Good... real good. Now you just stand there, and I'll take care of the rest.
Now Taylor... I'm quite surprised as of late. You seem to be showing a renewed interest in your wrestling career. I'm not quite sure what happened... but I think it all boils down to the fact that FINALLY... and I mean FINALLY... You... Got... LAID!!!
That's right Taylor... you've figured out the success of NOT only Pimp 2Dope's strategy, but mine as well. When you're relaxed John, things go sooo smoothly, it's almost un-real. It's un-canny the way you can think, the way you move after you've had a good romp in the sack. Perhaps all those rumors that have been floating around aren't really true after all.
Anyway, that's all beside the point... because tonight, John Taylor, you meet up with a PHENOMENAL wrestler... you meet up with a LADY KILLER... you meet up with... me. It's a good thing you've been training and fighting and working as hard as you have been Taylor, because tonight, I expect a Stellar match with you... I expect to come down to that ring... Hold MY Intercontinental title HIGH into the air, and then proceed to WHIP YOUR LOLLY-LOVIN' ASS ALL OVER CHI- TOWN!!!
Respect aside Taylor, tonight, you meet up with the "Wild One" of the HWA... so I've got to ask you... are you ready? You think you're set to take on me? YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A CHANCE?! Tonight Taylor, the ONLY Chance you have is to feel the PAIN... the PAIN OF THE WILD THANG!!!
*~*~* Wild Thang's eyes are wide, and his smile is devious. Slowly, he steps forward towards the door, and as he finishes his last few words, slams the door into the camera, knocking the Cameraman down and sending the picture into snow.
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