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Date Posted: 16:17:28 03/19/00 Sun
Author: Typhoid Mary
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 168.27.251.44
Subject: Show and Tell Time (Braddy Poo...you should probably read this)

[the camera fades from black. The scene is from the empty Pond Arena. A half built NACW wrestling ring is in the center of the arena. It has the matting on it, as well as the turnbuckles, but as of right now, there are no ring ropes. There are only a few lights lighting the arena, and none of them are very bright, however, there is enough to make your way around the arena, without falling over anything. The camera pans down to the ring itself. Maybe the arena isn't quite empty after all. There is one person in this arena at least. The camera zooms in on them. It is the familiar face and body of Typhoid Mary. She is wearing her now standardized warddrobe of the tight black leather, and the black lipstick and fingernail polish. Sitting next to her is a trashcan. It is filled to the brim with stuff. As the camera zooms in closer, it picks up that Mary is smiling her wicked smile]

Mary: Oh Braddy Poo...tonight...being the final night before we meet in this very ring, I thought I would show you something special.

[Mary smiles even wider, even though it seemed impossible]

Mary: No, Braddy Poo...I'm not going to show you me...in all its beautiful glory. I wouldn't want you having fantasies about me during our match...who knows what you would try to do? Now granted...what would it matter, seeing you are going to be unconscious by the end of the match. Now you are probably wondering what I have in this little trashcan here. Well seeing as how the cameraman drove all the way out here...and is now standing so far away, just in case, I will show you.

[Mary reaches into the trashcan and pulls out a big wooden spool. Wrapped around the spool is a string of barbed wire. Mary lifts it up, and holds it to the camera]

Mary: First an answer to your little stipulation to our match. I say done. If the ring crew doesn't want to do it by the time I come out here, then I will wrap the ring ropes with barbed wire myself. In case you didn't realize it...I just accepted your little stipulation. Moving on.

[Mary literally throws the barbed wire across the ring. It lands at the edge of the ring apron, and then slides off it, hitting the cement floor below. She reaches into the trash can again, and pulls out a framed picture. She holds it up to the camera. It is a portfolio shot of Brad Culver. It is actually a pretty good picture of him]

Mary: Oh Braddy Poo...this is how the world should remember you. This picture right here. Look at you. Such a cute smile...rosy cheeks...something green hanging out of your nose. Yes, this is how the world should remember you. Unfortunately, this will be the only way that people will be able to remember the old you after tomorrow night. With all this barbed wire...you will never look the same. You could conceivably lose an ear...maybe both of them...be blinded, get your nose ribbed off...get gauged so bad that you will have scars all over your body. Yes...this will be the only way the will remember the old you.

[Mary calmly walks over to the standing metal turnbuckle. She hugs the picture close, pressing them against her breasts. Then she raises the picture, slamming it down on top of the turnbuckle. The sound of glass breaking sounds the arena, as it flies every place. She smiles and then turns away from the turnbuckle, going back to the trashcan, leaving the picture and frame just hanging off the turnbuckle. She once again reaches into the trashcan, and pulls out a 2x4. It is wrapped in barbed wire.]

Mary: This...I don't think I need to explain this to you. This is something I'm going to use to beat the living hell out of you.

[she tosses the 2x4 down to the ground, and reaches into the trashcan again. She pulls out a wooden baseball bat]

Mary: This...seeing you have some fixation with thinking I need a baseball bat to beat up innocent people, I just thought I would bring this to show it off. I'm bringing it with me, but I'm not going to need to use it. I guess you don't think a little ole girl like me can beat up anyone unless they have a weapon of some kind. Oh how wrong you are? But you'll find out just how wrong you are. You see you have something that I didn't want at first. I didn't give a damn about that belt that is used to keep your pants up. But now I want it...if nothing more to make you hurt that much more, because physical pain will always eventually go away, but you knowing that you lost your precious World Title to a little ole girl like me...oh that will be something that you will never be able to forget...no matter how much time passes...no matter how many times you win the World Title in the future...no matter what...you will always have that...embarrassment!

[Mary throws the bat down hard to the mat. It rolls away slight, finally being stopped against the 2x4. She reaches in it again. She starts to pick something else up, but then changes her mind, and puts it back down]

Mary: I think I will just save that for later, because it will be a big surprise.

[Mary then lifts out a hefty cement block. She holds it with both hands]

Mary: Ever seen one of these. This is a cement block...just wanted to clarify that, just so you will know what I use to slam your head into time and time again...or slam your back into...or just drop it on you gut breaking several of your ribs. Either way, no matter where you get hit with this thing...you are going to be in pain.

[Mary tosses the cement block forward. It drops to the mat hard, sinking into the mat slightly from the weight. She reaches into the trashcan yet again, and pulls out a thing of lighter fluid]

Mary: Something else self-explanatory. I pour this on things...the ring...turnbuckles...tables...2x4's...you...and light it on fire. There you have it. That's when the real fun begins. I slam you through it...hit you with it...throw you into it...then just laugh as you burn. Does that sound like fun to you? I think it sounds like real fun. I hope you feel the same, but being all macho and stuff...I'm sure you are going to say it is...even though you are probably going home at night, wetting your pants and bed scared #@$*less about tomorrow night.

[Mary drops the lighter fluid back into the trashcan. It hits something knocking it over. It sounds like glass hitting the metal. Mary looks down into the trashcan, and smiles once again.]

Mary: That's my other little surprise, but you'll find out about that after I win. Just a little surprise...think of it as your birthday, because tomorrow you will be in for a lot of surprises...but the thing is...you won't be able to return them afterwards. These will be surprises you will have to keep for the rest of your life...starting with me kicking your ass!

[Mary just stares at the camera, as she bends down, slowly picking up her...props...and putting them back into the trashcan. Then it slowly fades to black, as she starts to drag the trashcan to the edge of the ring, hopping down off of it.]

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