Post by Slither on Jul 18, 2005 18:12:17 GMT -5
Fan are standing in a very long line in front of the Pure Class arena a hour or so before Return To Glory is set to begin. Many debates can be heard about who well win what match, who is the greatest PCW star, what well, be the best match of the night. The view pans out to see a limo pull to a side entrance of the building. All the fans turn to see who it well be that could step out, but the limo just sits there for ten minutes, not deterring the fans for a single second. After the lengthy wait the limo driver finally exits and makes his way around to the back of the limo and opens the door to all the fans delight. Out of the limo steps “The Captain” Alenjandro Walker who is in his usual attire. As he makes his way into the Pure Class Arena, he takes a second to stop and wave at the ever growing line of fans at the entrance, then disappears into the arena.
A while later a yellow cab pulls up to the same spot as the limo previously was out steps Slither to the delight of the fans who go crazy at the sight of one of the men in tonight’s main event. Yelling to get his attention, many in his favor, some against him, many signs are seen, some reading “Slither is Landon’s bitch”, “Slither the next world heavy weight champion”, there is even a “Luis I had your baby sign”. Witch got a laugh from Slither, as he grabbed his gear out of the trunk of his cab, then made is way around walking past the drivers side tossing a few bill in the window and headed into the arena and makes his way to his locker room slamming the door.
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Later on he emerges from the room making his way down the hall into the catering area. Grabbing a plate he troughs on a few pieces of chicken, some salad, and a big piece of banana cream pie, grabs a bottle of Pepsi and starts to make his way back towards his dressing room greeting members of the productions staff as he passes them. As he approaches the dressing Miguel Malone standing in front of the door holding a microphone banging on the door hoping to get a word with tonight challenger. As he continues to relentlessly knock in the door Slither makes his way up and is standing directly behind him watching intently.
Slither – You know what might help your situation.
Miguel – And what might that be.
Slither – If I was actually in there
Miguel turns around startled accidentally knocking Slithers plate out of his hand. A look of fear comes over his face, fearing the worst for knocking the plate on the floor.
Slither - That was my dinner!
Miguel - I didn’t mean too I was just sent here to get some last words from you before you take on our World Heavy Weight Champion this evening.
Slither – Last words! What am I dieing or something, and now that my supper is no more I guess I have time to answer some.
Miguel – so far you have been unable to defeat Landon. He holds two victories over you, and yet you still think you have a chance of taking his title tonight?
Slither – You’re right he holds two victories over me, in meaningless matches he never once put the title up, that he never earned I am the one that beat Cross. I shouldn’t be the challenger I should be the champion but no that little cheep shot bastard takes a chair hits me in the back of the head and walks out with the title. A week later he becomes a champion. All because Icemann is blinded by his hatred towards Kyle cross, what kinda shit is that.
Miguel - That brings me to the Special Referee tonight the man you just mentioned Kyle Cross. With his hatred towards Landon you have to be feeling pretty good about you chances of him favoring you?
Slither – I don’t need his help. All he needs to do is stand there in his little zebra shirt look good for the crowd and count the 1-2-3 when I pin the PAPER CHUMPION OF THE WORLLLLLDDDDDDDD! Landon Devine… Oh and Miguel I know it’s not fair, It’s a way of life.
Slither walks past Miguel and back into his dressing room slamming the door behind him. Leaving Miguel standing outside of the door as the feed fades out.
A while later a yellow cab pulls up to the same spot as the limo previously was out steps Slither to the delight of the fans who go crazy at the sight of one of the men in tonight’s main event. Yelling to get his attention, many in his favor, some against him, many signs are seen, some reading “Slither is Landon’s bitch”, “Slither the next world heavy weight champion”, there is even a “Luis I had your baby sign”. Witch got a laugh from Slither, as he grabbed his gear out of the trunk of his cab, then made is way around walking past the drivers side tossing a few bill in the window and headed into the arena and makes his way to his locker room slamming the door.
* * *
Later on he emerges from the room making his way down the hall into the catering area. Grabbing a plate he troughs on a few pieces of chicken, some salad, and a big piece of banana cream pie, grabs a bottle of Pepsi and starts to make his way back towards his dressing room greeting members of the productions staff as he passes them. As he approaches the dressing Miguel Malone standing in front of the door holding a microphone banging on the door hoping to get a word with tonight challenger. As he continues to relentlessly knock in the door Slither makes his way up and is standing directly behind him watching intently.
Slither – You know what might help your situation.
Miguel – And what might that be.
Slither – If I was actually in there
Miguel turns around startled accidentally knocking Slithers plate out of his hand. A look of fear comes over his face, fearing the worst for knocking the plate on the floor.
Slither - That was my dinner!
Miguel - I didn’t mean too I was just sent here to get some last words from you before you take on our World Heavy Weight Champion this evening.
Slither – Last words! What am I dieing or something, and now that my supper is no more I guess I have time to answer some.
Miguel – so far you have been unable to defeat Landon. He holds two victories over you, and yet you still think you have a chance of taking his title tonight?
Slither – You’re right he holds two victories over me, in meaningless matches he never once put the title up, that he never earned I am the one that beat Cross. I shouldn’t be the challenger I should be the champion but no that little cheep shot bastard takes a chair hits me in the back of the head and walks out with the title. A week later he becomes a champion. All because Icemann is blinded by his hatred towards Kyle cross, what kinda shit is that.
Miguel - That brings me to the Special Referee tonight the man you just mentioned Kyle Cross. With his hatred towards Landon you have to be feeling pretty good about you chances of him favoring you?
Slither – I don’t need his help. All he needs to do is stand there in his little zebra shirt look good for the crowd and count the 1-2-3 when I pin the PAPER CHUMPION OF THE WORLLLLLDDDDDDDD! Landon Devine… Oh and Miguel I know it’s not fair, It’s a way of life.
Slither walks past Miguel and back into his dressing room slamming the door behind him. Leaving Miguel standing outside of the door as the feed fades out.