Post by Deranged on Oct 4, 2006 21:01:22 GMT 10
We cut to back stage, we see a desk. Deranged’s mirror lying flat on it the camera pans around and Deranged is sitting on the chair.
Deranged: Remember, let me take the lead. Ok. I have spent hours getting ready. Okay. Are you ready. Yep. Ok, his extension 692.
Deranged reaches over to the speaker phone and dials a few numbers. He takes a deep breath.
Paul Bearer: Hello
Deranged: hello, this is Deranged’s manager
Paul Bearer: well, well, well, look who it is, Nightmare guess whos on the speaker phone, the Derangeds ones manager!
The Nightmare: what do you want boy!
Deranged has a fierce look in his eyes
Deranged: Well, what I don't won’t is that cheep piece of crap around your waist. What my boy is trying to say is, he would prefer a different prize if he wins the battle royal this week
Paul Bearer: My Nightmare doesn’t need to listen to your crap! You listen here, the title he holds isn’t worthy of you, and isn’t crap.
The Nightmare: Deranged, trying to play mind games boy? What is that you want then.
Deranged: All I want is a match. At Spring Break. It will be you and him, one on one no titles involved. In whatever type of match I pick
Deranged begins to smile
The Nightmare: let me tell you something, the match itself wasn’t about titles, oh no, no way it was about my world title, what you did was yet again dig yourself another grave, boy i put you into one for your own good and now you want a second chance? what are you trying to prove here?
Deranged becomes focused
Deranged: This has nothing to do with you. I have moved on to phase 4 in my grand plan, and I need you as a rung in my ladder to glory.
The Nightmare: Ladder of glory my ass, this is personal, I don’t care if you have a grand plan or a small plan, my plan is already finished here and there’s one more step in achieving what I was spose to do months ago, if your gonna be yet another peasant in my way, in the very plan I have made come true, then, then, our match is on, that’s if you win the battle royal, if you don’t, its no match what so ever.
Deranged is getting angry
Deranged: Whatever you want to think is fine. I’d watch your back in the rumble. And then at spring break, well lets just say there will be hell to pay from both of us. The winner will rise victories, though bloody and beaten. It will truly be a match that will last the test of time. You will have no chance, when you will for the first time feel the true power of the deranged one.
Deranged has an evil look on his face and begins to laugh
The Nightmare: One last thing, if you don’t win the battle royal, the match is off... unless you can beat the very man that will choose the type of match if it comes down to both of you.. KANE, oh and deranged, ill see you in hell!
Deranged: I look forward to it.
BANG
Deranged slams his fist down on the phone, a huge grin across his face
Deranged: Nice work, you got it. Yes. Now its up to you to win the match. No problem. Yes it Deranged, this match is going to be the hardest match of your carrier. OK. So get down stairs, hit the waits. OK. Start with a light wait, 100 sets of 100, increase the wait set got it. Ok.
Deranged screams this one
Deranged: NOW GO
Deranged jumps up, vaults over his desk, burst through the door and disappears behind the flapping doors.
OOC: Anything said by The Nightmare or Paul Bearer was written by Nightmare, This can be continued by anyone anywhere, feel free to interrupt an hour into his session and “beet him while his done” but no knockouts and no tapouts/ screaming
Deranged: Remember, let me take the lead. Ok. I have spent hours getting ready. Okay. Are you ready. Yep. Ok, his extension 692.
Deranged reaches over to the speaker phone and dials a few numbers. He takes a deep breath.
Paul Bearer: Hello
Deranged: hello, this is Deranged’s manager
Paul Bearer: well, well, well, look who it is, Nightmare guess whos on the speaker phone, the Derangeds ones manager!
The Nightmare: what do you want boy!
Deranged has a fierce look in his eyes
Deranged: Well, what I don't won’t is that cheep piece of crap around your waist. What my boy is trying to say is, he would prefer a different prize if he wins the battle royal this week
Paul Bearer: My Nightmare doesn’t need to listen to your crap! You listen here, the title he holds isn’t worthy of you, and isn’t crap.
The Nightmare: Deranged, trying to play mind games boy? What is that you want then.
Deranged: All I want is a match. At Spring Break. It will be you and him, one on one no titles involved. In whatever type of match I pick
Deranged begins to smile
The Nightmare: let me tell you something, the match itself wasn’t about titles, oh no, no way it was about my world title, what you did was yet again dig yourself another grave, boy i put you into one for your own good and now you want a second chance? what are you trying to prove here?
Deranged becomes focused
Deranged: This has nothing to do with you. I have moved on to phase 4 in my grand plan, and I need you as a rung in my ladder to glory.
The Nightmare: Ladder of glory my ass, this is personal, I don’t care if you have a grand plan or a small plan, my plan is already finished here and there’s one more step in achieving what I was spose to do months ago, if your gonna be yet another peasant in my way, in the very plan I have made come true, then, then, our match is on, that’s if you win the battle royal, if you don’t, its no match what so ever.
Deranged is getting angry
Deranged: Whatever you want to think is fine. I’d watch your back in the rumble. And then at spring break, well lets just say there will be hell to pay from both of us. The winner will rise victories, though bloody and beaten. It will truly be a match that will last the test of time. You will have no chance, when you will for the first time feel the true power of the deranged one.
Deranged has an evil look on his face and begins to laugh
The Nightmare: One last thing, if you don’t win the battle royal, the match is off... unless you can beat the very man that will choose the type of match if it comes down to both of you.. KANE, oh and deranged, ill see you in hell!
Deranged: I look forward to it.
BANG
Deranged slams his fist down on the phone, a huge grin across his face
Deranged: Nice work, you got it. Yes. Now its up to you to win the match. No problem. Yes it Deranged, this match is going to be the hardest match of your carrier. OK. So get down stairs, hit the waits. OK. Start with a light wait, 100 sets of 100, increase the wait set got it. Ok.
Deranged screams this one
Deranged: NOW GO
Deranged jumps up, vaults over his desk, burst through the door and disappears behind the flapping doors.
OOC: Anything said by The Nightmare or Paul Bearer was written by Nightmare, This can be continued by anyone anywhere, feel free to interrupt an hour into his session and “beet him while his done” but no knockouts and no tapouts/ screaming