Post by Slither on Aug 27, 2005 3:20:38 GMT -5
A rather large book with a black leather binding sitting on a desk in an old study that looks like the doors or windows haven’t been open in years. The book Fairly plain looking in all with a light stitching patron around the edges sitting on a rather messy desk crumpled pieces of paper notes and pictures are spread all over it with stacks of books lining the walls of this desk.
Moments later a man makes his way to the desk, reaching out to pull out the chair that in neatly tucked nicely in it position picking up the stack of paper that was resting upon it and setting them nicely onto the pile of books to his right. Before taking a seat on the chair and moving himself comfortably into the desk. Never once seeing his face, the camera settles down behind the man.
Man - History! A subject many fight to forget, well other can’t bare to live without it. Weather it is the history of the world or an individual many tragic and many glorious. This is a story of neither. In fact this isn’t really a story at all. More of a tale in fact, well maybe not, Hell I’m just going to tell you what I was going to tell you and you going to listen. Get it, got it, good!
Reaching down he rubs his hand across the top of the book wiping a layer of dust from it. Blowing it from his hand, then blowing it from the book and coughing a few times before rubbing his face.
Man – where the hell has the maid been?
Slowly opening the book to a picture of a young brown haired boy, on the first page.
Man – A young pudgy lad full of youth destined for great things but instead decided to become a professional wrestler. Many people said this boy threw his life away with that choice, others say it was the right choice for the boy as he would accomplish great things in his career winning world championships with multiple federations. He had fame, and fortune, but that all came to a head one fateful day 3 years ago well wrestling for All Japan Pro Wrestling a freak accident left the poor boy with a broken neck that many thought would end his career. This young lad was not ready to give up the thing he loved more then life it’s self. After five separate neck surgeries the words he longed for those painful years had finally been spoken, he was cleared to wrestle again, but there was just one problem no body would take the chance of having him on their roster, until one day he finally found a new home a place called PCW, working for the man whom he last worked for on this side of the pond one who he didn’t much care for but knew it was his last and only shot at doing what he loves. The man whom would become known only as Slither!
The Man flips the page to another picture, this one of a young blond man standing next to Slither.
Man – these two had quite a different history. But strangely familiar, both born and raised in the tame town of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. They never met until on day In SDW when the two squared off in one of the bloodiest world title fight in the history of either mans career, The Rocket who was the current holder of the title belt verses the newest face In SDW Slither A match witch I do not dare describe only stating that Slither would have his hand raised at the end of the night. This match was one that would end almost any feud only was the beginning of the war between the two witch lasted for many months before finally a mutual respect between these two heated rivals slowly grew. To where instead of fighting each other they fought together.
The page is turned again and Slither and the Rocket are shown standing side by side with the PWA tag Team belts over their shoulders.
Man – A new day had dawn and the newly formed tag team ran over all opponents they faced until one day a promoter talked them out of the federation they had helped rise to become one of the top promotions in the world to join a new movement. That promoter was named “ The Icemann Luis Malave and the federation was called the Pure Wrestling Alliance, a place where these two had a very distinctive style compared to every other tag team around at that time, these two brought carnage with them where ever they went, causing the Icemann to dub them the name of “Total Chaos”. Quickly they made a name for themselves winning the world tag team championships and holding them until the day PWA shut their doors.
The page is turned again to a hospital bed where slither was laying.
Man – over a year and a half the one called Slither laid here in that very bed unable to walk, barely able to move his appendages, anger filled every aspect of his life any friend he had he shunned away if he had any family they too would have been shunned. Why had this happened to him, the god he prayed to the very night of the accident had turned his back on him, Slither knew there was only one thing to do, and that was to turn his back on god and anything he stood for, from now on the only entity he believed in was himself. He didn’t need any beliefs forced upon him. He decided then that he would do whatever it takes to get back in the ring and he would do it no matter what.
The page is flipped once again to Slither signing a PCW contract.
Man – A new life, a new start awaited him in PCW he hung around mid card status until one day he was thrust into the main event taking then champion Kyle Cross to his physical limit until the match was ended by one Landon Devine whom he was then involved with In a high publicized feud witch accumulated in him winning the PCW World Heavy Weight Championship. Once Again achieving the Glory he once before held. Now he is fighting for his beliefs and his title against the man who stands for everything that Slither is against. It’s God and the Church verses the man on his own.
The book is finally closed, as the man pushes his chair away from the desk and stands up and places the paper back on the chair before returning it to its original position. And turning around to show his face to the camera that has sat so lifelessly in the corner. The face is that of the Champion himself Slither.
Slither- PCW I know you have been trying to take this title from me ever since I won it back at Return To Glory, cause after all I’m not the little ass kisser that Landon Devine was I am not the one who goes and jumps through hoops for the enjoyment of the suits running this place. Week after week you send someone down to try and take me out, and week after week you fail. Now all of that is going to change you see I went back into my past and found someone how is willing to watch my back, even though we may have not seen eye to eye all the time I know he will keep any little second rate goons you have waiting in the wings off my back. Just look at what he did last week keeping Pegasus where he belonged in the back, sure the match didn’t go my way but for once someone didn’t jump me from behind.
Slither drops his head and looks at the floor before snapping it back up as he stares straight into the camera his eyes blood red with anger with a look never before seen on his face.
Slither - Pegasus come deception when it’s just you and me standing in that ring you well know why I am the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today, cause boy your starring the devil in the eyes, so when it’s all said and done and you are laying in a pool of your own blood ask yourself where is your god now.
Slither punches the camera
*FADE TO BLACK*
Moments later a man makes his way to the desk, reaching out to pull out the chair that in neatly tucked nicely in it position picking up the stack of paper that was resting upon it and setting them nicely onto the pile of books to his right. Before taking a seat on the chair and moving himself comfortably into the desk. Never once seeing his face, the camera settles down behind the man.
Man - History! A subject many fight to forget, well other can’t bare to live without it. Weather it is the history of the world or an individual many tragic and many glorious. This is a story of neither. In fact this isn’t really a story at all. More of a tale in fact, well maybe not, Hell I’m just going to tell you what I was going to tell you and you going to listen. Get it, got it, good!
Reaching down he rubs his hand across the top of the book wiping a layer of dust from it. Blowing it from his hand, then blowing it from the book and coughing a few times before rubbing his face.
Man – where the hell has the maid been?
Slowly opening the book to a picture of a young brown haired boy, on the first page.
Man – A young pudgy lad full of youth destined for great things but instead decided to become a professional wrestler. Many people said this boy threw his life away with that choice, others say it was the right choice for the boy as he would accomplish great things in his career winning world championships with multiple federations. He had fame, and fortune, but that all came to a head one fateful day 3 years ago well wrestling for All Japan Pro Wrestling a freak accident left the poor boy with a broken neck that many thought would end his career. This young lad was not ready to give up the thing he loved more then life it’s self. After five separate neck surgeries the words he longed for those painful years had finally been spoken, he was cleared to wrestle again, but there was just one problem no body would take the chance of having him on their roster, until one day he finally found a new home a place called PCW, working for the man whom he last worked for on this side of the pond one who he didn’t much care for but knew it was his last and only shot at doing what he loves. The man whom would become known only as Slither!
The Man flips the page to another picture, this one of a young blond man standing next to Slither.
Man – these two had quite a different history. But strangely familiar, both born and raised in the tame town of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. They never met until on day In SDW when the two squared off in one of the bloodiest world title fight in the history of either mans career, The Rocket who was the current holder of the title belt verses the newest face In SDW Slither A match witch I do not dare describe only stating that Slither would have his hand raised at the end of the night. This match was one that would end almost any feud only was the beginning of the war between the two witch lasted for many months before finally a mutual respect between these two heated rivals slowly grew. To where instead of fighting each other they fought together.
The page is turned again and Slither and the Rocket are shown standing side by side with the PWA tag Team belts over their shoulders.
Man – A new day had dawn and the newly formed tag team ran over all opponents they faced until one day a promoter talked them out of the federation they had helped rise to become one of the top promotions in the world to join a new movement. That promoter was named “ The Icemann Luis Malave and the federation was called the Pure Wrestling Alliance, a place where these two had a very distinctive style compared to every other tag team around at that time, these two brought carnage with them where ever they went, causing the Icemann to dub them the name of “Total Chaos”. Quickly they made a name for themselves winning the world tag team championships and holding them until the day PWA shut their doors.
The page is turned again to a hospital bed where slither was laying.
Man – over a year and a half the one called Slither laid here in that very bed unable to walk, barely able to move his appendages, anger filled every aspect of his life any friend he had he shunned away if he had any family they too would have been shunned. Why had this happened to him, the god he prayed to the very night of the accident had turned his back on him, Slither knew there was only one thing to do, and that was to turn his back on god and anything he stood for, from now on the only entity he believed in was himself. He didn’t need any beliefs forced upon him. He decided then that he would do whatever it takes to get back in the ring and he would do it no matter what.
The page is flipped once again to Slither signing a PCW contract.
Man – A new life, a new start awaited him in PCW he hung around mid card status until one day he was thrust into the main event taking then champion Kyle Cross to his physical limit until the match was ended by one Landon Devine whom he was then involved with In a high publicized feud witch accumulated in him winning the PCW World Heavy Weight Championship. Once Again achieving the Glory he once before held. Now he is fighting for his beliefs and his title against the man who stands for everything that Slither is against. It’s God and the Church verses the man on his own.
The book is finally closed, as the man pushes his chair away from the desk and stands up and places the paper back on the chair before returning it to its original position. And turning around to show his face to the camera that has sat so lifelessly in the corner. The face is that of the Champion himself Slither.
Slither- PCW I know you have been trying to take this title from me ever since I won it back at Return To Glory, cause after all I’m not the little ass kisser that Landon Devine was I am not the one who goes and jumps through hoops for the enjoyment of the suits running this place. Week after week you send someone down to try and take me out, and week after week you fail. Now all of that is going to change you see I went back into my past and found someone how is willing to watch my back, even though we may have not seen eye to eye all the time I know he will keep any little second rate goons you have waiting in the wings off my back. Just look at what he did last week keeping Pegasus where he belonged in the back, sure the match didn’t go my way but for once someone didn’t jump me from behind.
Slither drops his head and looks at the floor before snapping it back up as he stares straight into the camera his eyes blood red with anger with a look never before seen on his face.
Slither - Pegasus come deception when it’s just you and me standing in that ring you well know why I am the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today, cause boy your starring the devil in the eyes, so when it’s all said and done and you are laying in a pool of your own blood ask yourself where is your god now.
Slither punches the camera
*FADE TO BLACK*