Post by Sin City Saint on Sept 6, 2005 14:18:23 GMT -5
As the sun sets, the beautiful Las Vegas sky is brightened in the hue of a vibrant orange. On top of a grassy knoll, overlooking the foothills, outside the bright lights of the Vegas strip sits The Sin City Saint. Wearing a wifebeater, cargo shorts and a pair of sandals, the Sin City Saint relaxes, basking in the warm heat.
[Sin City Saint] Thats a beautiful ting. The vibrant light. The warmth from the falling summer heat. Looking out, on top of this hill, towards the sun setting on one of the last days of summer. This overly and sometimes unbearing summer heat wave comes to a close. And as I stare at the sun set, it reminds me of Zmaster. Zmaster, your legendary status precedes you. And yet your bitter age is post mortiem. As the sun sets this evening, it metaphorically foreshadows your career. Your career is much like this sun set. Both are coming to a close.
The Sin City Saint stands up from the knoll. He wipes some loose grass from his bottom and legs. Dusting his hands together, The Sin City Saint takes one last look at the sunset.
[Sin City Saint] I have become the chosen one for Sunday Night Slam. I take this nomination with great pride. I will be the one to bring the career of Zmaster to a crashing halt. I will be the one, that in the history books, is revered for ending the career of Zmaster. The administration seems to think that I will just roll over and die, like some sick puppy. That thought cannot be any further from the truth. I will step into Sunday Night Slam with a mission at hand. That mission is to secure a win by any means necessary. Brandon, fear not. For, I will not fail you. I will not fall at the hands of the big red retard! I will bring the fury like no other and unleash a hell, only imaginable in history. Zmaster, this Sunday, marks the end of your career. Your march to Valor Before Glory and the World Title comes to an end.
The Sin City Saint turns and begins to walk down the hill. He stops and pauses for a moment and looks back, with the sun shining at his back.
[Sin City Saint] The final chapter in your retarded life will be penned by The Sin City Saint. And it ends like this.......Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint returns to his course. Walking off into the sunset, as the vibrant rays begin to set. The whistling of a sad song can be heard from The Sin City Saint.
[Sin City Saint] Thats a beautiful ting. The vibrant light. The warmth from the falling summer heat. Looking out, on top of this hill, towards the sun setting on one of the last days of summer. This overly and sometimes unbearing summer heat wave comes to a close. And as I stare at the sun set, it reminds me of Zmaster. Zmaster, your legendary status precedes you. And yet your bitter age is post mortiem. As the sun sets this evening, it metaphorically foreshadows your career. Your career is much like this sun set. Both are coming to a close.
The Sin City Saint stands up from the knoll. He wipes some loose grass from his bottom and legs. Dusting his hands together, The Sin City Saint takes one last look at the sunset.
[Sin City Saint] I have become the chosen one for Sunday Night Slam. I take this nomination with great pride. I will be the one to bring the career of Zmaster to a crashing halt. I will be the one, that in the history books, is revered for ending the career of Zmaster. The administration seems to think that I will just roll over and die, like some sick puppy. That thought cannot be any further from the truth. I will step into Sunday Night Slam with a mission at hand. That mission is to secure a win by any means necessary. Brandon, fear not. For, I will not fail you. I will not fall at the hands of the big red retard! I will bring the fury like no other and unleash a hell, only imaginable in history. Zmaster, this Sunday, marks the end of your career. Your march to Valor Before Glory and the World Title comes to an end.
The Sin City Saint turns and begins to walk down the hill. He stops and pauses for a moment and looks back, with the sun shining at his back.
[Sin City Saint] The final chapter in your retarded life will be penned by The Sin City Saint. And it ends like this.......Saint's Honor!
The Sin City Saint returns to his course. Walking off into the sunset, as the vibrant rays begin to set. The whistling of a sad song can be heard from The Sin City Saint.
