Title, title, burning bright....... -- WIW

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Date Posted: 00:52:46 07/13/02 Sat
Author: Trash
Subject: Title, title, burning bright.......

** Back in the locker room area a camera is panning down the halls and then turns towards an open door. In the room sits a figure in the dark and dismill light from the candles glow that fills the room. As the camera zooms in the figure is revealed as Trash, sitting in a chair with his long black coat wrapped almost around him. His arms are up almost infront of his face and appears to be holding something in his hands. **

Trash: " Oh title, title burning bright, like the fires in the night.

I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.

For oh the match it may be, the title given to me.

In my hands, I behold, the fire that turns away the cold.

The fire from my soul, for that will be placed upon the fool.

The fool he grant the match, I accepted even with the catch.

A dumpster match because of my name, no matter its all the same.

The telivision title will be mine, he is only losing time.

His stipulations will not matter, we will prove him with our pitter patter, as he serves up that title on a silver platter.

By the end of the match, that title I will snatch. "

** Trash stops and starts laughing insanly the camera backs out of the door and heads back down the hall way with the laughter echoing off the walls. Scene fades. **

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