Post by Nathan "T-Rex" Williams on Nov 25, 2001 20:16:20 GMT -6
[glow=blue,2,300]*The scene opens up inside T-Rex's locker room. He has changed out of his wrestling gear and into a pair of blue jean shorts and timberland boots. His t-shirt is drapped over the couch and he's busy unwrapping his wrists. A knock is heard at the door as T-Rex eye's the door.*[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: *shouting* WHAT!!!!![/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]*The door opens up as Albert Wuchie sticks his head in slowly.*[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: What the hell do you want?[/shadow]
[shadow=teal,left,300]Albert: I just want interview on how you feel about losing out on Gaunlet match.[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: You wanna know how I feel? Magic and I had that match won but no that damn El Gambit guy had to hit Magic over the head with something screwing us over once again. I'm sick and damn tired of having every one of my matches messed with in some way or the other. If it's not Deacon Kane or Sincere it's John Taylor. Now it's El Gambit. I'm not gonna take this shit anymore. From this point on I'm not playing by the GZW's rules. I'm not playing by the HKWF's rules. I'm playing by my own rules from now on.[/shadow]
[shadow=teal,left,300]Albert: You talk to much. You sound like Eclipse or Maxx Pain.[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: Get outta my face Albert before I do what Magic should have done a long time ago.[/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]*T-Rex slams the door and takes a seat back on the couch. The scene fades as T-Rex glares at the door with an odd look on his face.*[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: *shouting* WHAT!!!!![/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]*The door opens up as Albert Wuchie sticks his head in slowly.*[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: What the hell do you want?[/shadow]
[shadow=teal,left,300]Albert: I just want interview on how you feel about losing out on Gaunlet match.[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: You wanna know how I feel? Magic and I had that match won but no that damn El Gambit guy had to hit Magic over the head with something screwing us over once again. I'm sick and damn tired of having every one of my matches messed with in some way or the other. If it's not Deacon Kane or Sincere it's John Taylor. Now it's El Gambit. I'm not gonna take this shit anymore. From this point on I'm not playing by the GZW's rules. I'm not playing by the HKWF's rules. I'm playing by my own rules from now on.[/shadow]
[shadow=teal,left,300]Albert: You talk to much. You sound like Eclipse or Maxx Pain.[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]T-Rex: Get outta my face Albert before I do what Magic should have done a long time ago.[/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]*T-Rex slams the door and takes a seat back on the couch. The scene fades as T-Rex glares at the door with an odd look on his face.*[/glow]
