Post by phx606 on May 26, 2006 19:22:44 GMT -5
Shot opens up on a shadowy figure in a bowling venue. 12 of the 20 lanes are currently being occupied by friendship groups battleing it out to see whos the "bowling champion" There is a commotion where someone spills a tray containing food as it collides with the already sticky floor.
The figure is on his own, playing against himself. The figure rushes forward and plays a perfect bowl and knocks all 10 ten pins down with a strike. At this point, the figure turns around and faces the camera, and walks into few, out of the lights and smoke. It is Christopher PhoeniX, and he's wearing a pair of faded jeans, a black short sleeved button up shirt with an all to familiar leather jacket that has suffaced on PhoeniX the last few weeks...
PhoeniX: That's right, I just scored three strikes in a row, thats how good I am at life...so good, that I have to play own my own in a venue full of bigotted, mindless morons...I have made it pretty well know that ever since I step out of that sweat box you call an immigration office, you, yes you have treated me with the disrespect you wouldn't give to an earthworm. You have vandelised my property, you have committed slander against me. You have been assholes to me...
A tall but thin 17 year old nerd asks PhoeniX to keep the noice down. PhoeniX turns to him and DDTs him. He brawls with him up the alley, and places him at the spot the pins are and opens his legs. PhoeniX goes back to his area, picks up the heavyiest bowling ball and rolls a perfect bowl right into the jackpot...the nerds groin.
PhoeniX: ...stupid pimple faced wanker...anyway, ever since our first ever house show, where your precious CM Punk somehow pulled a trick out his sleeves and somehow manages to get a win over me, people like good ol "balls" over here have asked me the same question...'are you gonna lose like that to Rock and Stone Cold?'...well, I have one simple answer to that...NO!... not over my dead body. I mean it, you will have to lateral press my lifeless body before you take my pride, my tag belt away from me....and another thing, if you screw up, Carlito, like the other night... WHERE WERE YOU!? YOU FUCKED UP MY PLAN! AND NOW I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH CONSTANT PAIN IN MY FUCKING BACK!...if you screw up our titles, not only will Rock and Stone Cold be left bloodied and beaten, YOU too will regret fucking up our tag team....we are both in the same boat, we are both foreigners, and we both have to keep those belts away from American waists...the PhoeniX has risen from the ashes of those tables, and the PhoeniX will never be held back...So it is written, so it shall come to pass, until then, I'll return to the ashes...
Screen fades to grey and boos can be heard, and a police siran in the background.
The figure is on his own, playing against himself. The figure rushes forward and plays a perfect bowl and knocks all 10 ten pins down with a strike. At this point, the figure turns around and faces the camera, and walks into few, out of the lights and smoke. It is Christopher PhoeniX, and he's wearing a pair of faded jeans, a black short sleeved button up shirt with an all to familiar leather jacket that has suffaced on PhoeniX the last few weeks...
PhoeniX: That's right, I just scored three strikes in a row, thats how good I am at life...so good, that I have to play own my own in a venue full of bigotted, mindless morons...I have made it pretty well know that ever since I step out of that sweat box you call an immigration office, you, yes you have treated me with the disrespect you wouldn't give to an earthworm. You have vandelised my property, you have committed slander against me. You have been assholes to me...
A tall but thin 17 year old nerd asks PhoeniX to keep the noice down. PhoeniX turns to him and DDTs him. He brawls with him up the alley, and places him at the spot the pins are and opens his legs. PhoeniX goes back to his area, picks up the heavyiest bowling ball and rolls a perfect bowl right into the jackpot...the nerds groin.
PhoeniX: ...stupid pimple faced wanker...anyway, ever since our first ever house show, where your precious CM Punk somehow pulled a trick out his sleeves and somehow manages to get a win over me, people like good ol "balls" over here have asked me the same question...'are you gonna lose like that to Rock and Stone Cold?'...well, I have one simple answer to that...NO!... not over my dead body. I mean it, you will have to lateral press my lifeless body before you take my pride, my tag belt away from me....and another thing, if you screw up, Carlito, like the other night... WHERE WERE YOU!? YOU FUCKED UP MY PLAN! AND NOW I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH CONSTANT PAIN IN MY FUCKING BACK!...if you screw up our titles, not only will Rock and Stone Cold be left bloodied and beaten, YOU too will regret fucking up our tag team....we are both in the same boat, we are both foreigners, and we both have to keep those belts away from American waists...the PhoeniX has risen from the ashes of those tables, and the PhoeniX will never be held back...So it is written, so it shall come to pass, until then, I'll return to the ashes...
Screen fades to grey and boos can be heard, and a police siran in the background.