Post by calvin on Feb 2, 2006 22:37:06 GMT -5
It’s a day like no other. The sun is shining. The wind is calm. The birds are singing, and there is not a cloud in site. However, there is a stench like no other here. It smells really bad, kind of like trash, but not with the rotted apples and garbage. This has trash however; just this trash is metal. Metal is everywhere, stacked up in high piles, and beside the pile is a small pile of crushed metal. That’s right, we are at a junkyard. Everywhere you look, there is metal. Most of it is from old cars, as this is where most of the cars end their meaningful lives. These old cars are stacked all around, well except for this one car. It seems to be in one piece still, with the exception of missing tires, and windshield. The car is out in the open; no piles are anywhere near it. All of a sudden, the door of the car squeals. It starts to open, the rusted hinges get louder as the door opens more and more, and finally the door is open. A foot steps onto the dirt ground underneath, and then another foot appears. Then a head pops out of the car, and we see Luther Castle climb out of the car. He stands up, and slams the rusty door. It makes a huge clunk sound as it closes. Luther Castle looks around.
Luther Castle: Look at all this junk. It’s all around, every where you look, there is junk. Junk here. Junk there. This would appear to be a good place to collect weapons don’t you think? You could use a car door lets say to your advantage, and drive your opponent through the glass window of the door with a DDT. Or maybe you can use a mirror and smash it off your opponent’s head. Or a wiper could be whipped at a neck; anything can become a weapon out of this junkyard. It is all junk after all. Heh, I bet you Drunk Tator would love it here. I bet he would go on a mayhem and collect as many different weapons he can. Man, what a coward...
Luther Castle looks over at the car, and chuckles to himself. He looks at his shirt to see some rust dust on it, and so he wipes it off. He looks around the yard, to see all the scrap metal.
Luther Castle: There is another reason this place would suit Drunk Tator so well. It is a junkyard, and he is a piece of junk, so I bet he would just fit in here. Yes, that is harsh to say, but what kind of person drinks and wrestles? Who calls themselves a drunk Tator? Like seriously, it’s ok to drink, but to name yourself after being drunk, that’s just not right. No wonder you turn to weapons when you face people. You are so drunk, you cant see straight, so you grab a weapon, and start swinging randomly, hoping to hit your opponent. Sadly though, that will not work for me. First off, there are no weapons in this match, it’s a singles match, and I will make sure the only weapon involved is the mind of Luther Castle. You saw what I did last week Tator; you saw what I did to the three stooges of Valor. I took each one, and totally devoured them. I made them look exactly what they are, a joke. And your drinking is also something I call a joke. And sadly, as much as I would love an easy win, I am tired of facing these jokes. They are just too easy to beat. I want someone who knows what they are doing. Tator, your drinking ways will not be at Valor this week. I promise you, if you take one sip before you get into the ring, I am going to make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. I will shatter all of your life long dreams of ever accomplishing anything in Valor Wrestling...
Luther Castle reaches down, and picks up a stone. He looks at the stone. He then looks at the rusty old car, and he looks down at his hands again. Luther Castle takes a step backwards, and with one amazing shot of force, sends the rock flying through the door window. The glass shatters and falls all around. Some pieces fly through the air, just missing Luther by a little bit. Luther Castle drops the rock, and looks at the remains of the window.
Luther Castle: Tator, do not drink when we face. I want you to remember the beating I am going to give you. Drinking will only end your dreams, just like the window shattering, so will all your goals. You will no longer be known as Drunk Tator if you drink, it will be more like you being known as “Drunk Tator?” No one will remember you; all they will remember is a man letting a drunken junk head feel his wrath. Nothing more, nothing less. If you are man enough, and not a coward, do yourself a favour. Stop drinking, and leave all weapons back stage. Showing you are a coward makes me believe you have a weakness. I will find that weakness, and I will attack it. Tator, be prepared to feel the wrath of Luther Castle.
Luther Castle starts to walk away. He takes about five or six steps before he stops. He turns around...
Luther Castle: Don’t worry about remembering this one Tator, you are just part of the beginning of the hell Luther Castle is going to bring into Valor. Feel the Wrath!
Luther Castle walks away, and with that, we slowly fade.
Luther Castle: Look at all this junk. It’s all around, every where you look, there is junk. Junk here. Junk there. This would appear to be a good place to collect weapons don’t you think? You could use a car door lets say to your advantage, and drive your opponent through the glass window of the door with a DDT. Or maybe you can use a mirror and smash it off your opponent’s head. Or a wiper could be whipped at a neck; anything can become a weapon out of this junkyard. It is all junk after all. Heh, I bet you Drunk Tator would love it here. I bet he would go on a mayhem and collect as many different weapons he can. Man, what a coward...
Luther Castle looks over at the car, and chuckles to himself. He looks at his shirt to see some rust dust on it, and so he wipes it off. He looks around the yard, to see all the scrap metal.
Luther Castle: There is another reason this place would suit Drunk Tator so well. It is a junkyard, and he is a piece of junk, so I bet he would just fit in here. Yes, that is harsh to say, but what kind of person drinks and wrestles? Who calls themselves a drunk Tator? Like seriously, it’s ok to drink, but to name yourself after being drunk, that’s just not right. No wonder you turn to weapons when you face people. You are so drunk, you cant see straight, so you grab a weapon, and start swinging randomly, hoping to hit your opponent. Sadly though, that will not work for me. First off, there are no weapons in this match, it’s a singles match, and I will make sure the only weapon involved is the mind of Luther Castle. You saw what I did last week Tator; you saw what I did to the three stooges of Valor. I took each one, and totally devoured them. I made them look exactly what they are, a joke. And your drinking is also something I call a joke. And sadly, as much as I would love an easy win, I am tired of facing these jokes. They are just too easy to beat. I want someone who knows what they are doing. Tator, your drinking ways will not be at Valor this week. I promise you, if you take one sip before you get into the ring, I am going to make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. I will shatter all of your life long dreams of ever accomplishing anything in Valor Wrestling...
Luther Castle reaches down, and picks up a stone. He looks at the stone. He then looks at the rusty old car, and he looks down at his hands again. Luther Castle takes a step backwards, and with one amazing shot of force, sends the rock flying through the door window. The glass shatters and falls all around. Some pieces fly through the air, just missing Luther by a little bit. Luther Castle drops the rock, and looks at the remains of the window.
Luther Castle: Tator, do not drink when we face. I want you to remember the beating I am going to give you. Drinking will only end your dreams, just like the window shattering, so will all your goals. You will no longer be known as Drunk Tator if you drink, it will be more like you being known as “Drunk Tator?” No one will remember you; all they will remember is a man letting a drunken junk head feel his wrath. Nothing more, nothing less. If you are man enough, and not a coward, do yourself a favour. Stop drinking, and leave all weapons back stage. Showing you are a coward makes me believe you have a weakness. I will find that weakness, and I will attack it. Tator, be prepared to feel the wrath of Luther Castle.
Luther Castle starts to walk away. He takes about five or six steps before he stops. He turns around...
Luther Castle: Don’t worry about remembering this one Tator, you are just part of the beginning of the hell Luther Castle is going to bring into Valor. Feel the Wrath!
Luther Castle walks away, and with that, we slowly fade.
