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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:09 pm
Tristan Trinity is seen in the ring at the beginning of the show. Mic in hand. Not waiting for the plesantries he cut right to business.
"Last week a superstar was kidnapped by Snypa. That superstar draws a crowd and puts asses in seats. Snypa has messed with my grand scheme, and that also means he has messed with the profits of SWA. When you mess with SWA's profits, you mess with my money, and when you mess with my money... You mess with your life! Snypa Rifle! As the head of Human Resources and Public Relations I hereby DEMAND that you release Freakshow unharmed, and unscathed. If not... You'll have bigger things to worry about than Mick Foley screwing you over."
Tristan stood in the ring as he awaited Snypa's reply.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:57 am
Smypa appears on the screen in a dark unknown location. He's sweating hard and seething with rage.
"Tristan...if anyone should be making threats- it should be me. I warned Shadow to keep TBM out of our unfinished business. But no. Yeah, I didn't forget about him in that match. Because I wanted to save him for the future. Can't settle disputes if I've laid him up in a hospital bed somewhere, can he?"
((In most of my novels I write-vigilante novels-gotta have the typical torture scene. But some of the s**t I wanted to do, I had to nix because it wouldn't be part of the wrestling universe.))
The camera turns to a screaming Freakshow, who is chained upside down above a large circle of cages, containing hungry male pit bulls who've been in dog fights. twisted
"And since you wanna make demands, I got one of my own. You know what it is...I got all night. If you don't give me what I want, then I'll drop this son of a b***h!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 12:24 pm
"THIS IS A REALLY BAD IDEA!" Freakshow shouted in more hysteria than usual... Rocking back and forward, tilting his head to keep the blood from rushing to his head and blacking him out.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:21 pm
((Hey, be glad I didn't have him plan to do what I originally had planned. Of course, that involved a KA-BAR and a serious issue of skin removal. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:23 am
Tristan pondered his options for a moment before replying.
"Snypa... I have given you want you wanted. I gave you your job back, I gave you, your revenge against Laic, I gave you the opportunity to get a title shot, and tonight I gave you a shot at the man that screwed you. In my eyes. I owe you nothing. In fact... YOU OWE ME! Snypa Rifle! You are acting like a spoiled child! The only two things I can think that you'll want is a title shot, or a match with Mr. Foley. The first in which I will say 'No.' You can wait in line with the other contenders. Thge latter I don't have the power or authority to grant. It doesn't much matter to me though because if you drop him. Your match tonight will be canceled and you will be fired. Just like the Great States, I do not negotiate with terrorist."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:49 am
"Damn right I owe you, Tristan. And I pay my debts. Tonight, I'll be there for my match. And it's not a title shot I'm looking for."
Snypa pulls on the chain to raise Freakshow.
"But if you can't give me a match with Foley...I do know he's here in New York. Long Island ain't too far from here. You can give him a message. That he can come out of hiding. But if he won't wrestle me, I'll just have to come to his house and pay him a visit. See you around, Tristan."
He ties the chain to...the crank that would lower Freak.
"And I'll bring Freak for his match. But you have your own vendetta, right? What difference does it make if you don't have the power to put me against Foley? I just wanna get my hands on him. But if there's nothing you can do, then I'll just find some way."
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