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| {{The scene opens on a stormy night where the rain lashes down and the wind violently howls. The camera pans around the wet empty streets. As the camera passes several bums and homeless vagabonds, dark alleys and secluded streets footsteps of someone are heard. As the steps get nearer and nearer and louder and louder the camera focus’s on a old bum leaning against a wall with a bottle of whisky in his hand. The soaking wet bum groans something at the camera, which is total gibberish and makes no apparent sense. As the camera slowly pans back around the footsteps have now stopped, the camera remains still focused on a pair of black leather boots. The camera slowly moves back up to eye level passing blue jeans and a long black over coat finally it rests on a soaking wet mans face. He wears shades which seem water resistant with only droplets of water clinging to them. The man takes of his shades to looks at the bum and their stares the face of Dysan}} Bum:." Hey mister ain’t you?..Yeah you are your Clint East wood! Dysan:." No you drunken old fool……I ain’t. Now do what you are supposed to do and ask if I have any spare change" Bum:."You got any pennies sir? Dysan:. " Well Mr?……..Mr Bum. I’m afraid I ain’t but I got these." {{Dysan pulls out another pair of black shades and hands them to the bum}} Dysan:." Hey, now not only can you be a bum but you can be the baddest bum on the streets with theses babies. Show all your other wannabe bum friends what a real hipster like yourself should look like" Bum:. " Gees, Clint thanks a lot I owe you one. Ill try and steal enough pennies to go out and buy your next movie" Dysan:. " Yeah, whatever hahahahahaha" {{Dysan leaves the confused bum lying against the wall soaking wet wondering what to do with his new found present}} {{the scene cuts to a black alley near to where Dysan and the bum just had their conversation. The black shadow of a figure is seen approaching the camera. As the figure moves into the light of a nearby streetlight his face becomes clear it is Dysan again. Dysan approaches the camera and sit himself on a big dumpster. The camera zooms into his face as Dysan begins to speak}} Dysan:. "You know something? Joining tidal Wave Wrestling I think has to be one of the best moves in the business I have ever made. It’s one of the best federations I have ever joined. I mean I see all these great competitors battling it out on these excellent shows , then I get a chance to prove my self in the ring. I get a chance to be the number one contender for the extreme title, hey, life couldn’t be better. Or could it. Yeah it could, if, no, when I beat both Hardcore Camo and Gangsta I will go on to Critical Conditions and I guarantee you that I will win that extreme title belt. I’m going into critical conditions with one hell of an attitude and that attitude is a bad one. Don’t get me wrong I’m a nice guys when I wanna be bad I can be as bad as the devil himself. Out of the ring I may, and I stress the word may have and ounce and again I stress the word ounce of respect for you two guys but once that bell rings and the match begins, all hell will break loose and the respect for you body and mine alike will go out the window. I have waited for this moment for some time, the moment when I would arrive in TWW and make a huge impact well the time is now. This match isn’t a gimmick for me its not a stipulation you see for me hardcore is a way of life not just a type of match." "Now I will address both my opponents for this Friday. Hardcore Camo ill speak of you first. I see you like to pig out a lot. You like to ram grease-dripping cheeseburgers down your neck. Well that ain’t gonna do you any favours come Friday. You see Camo you are gonna have to be in the shape of your life to even come close to beating me and that still doesn’t guarantee a win for you. Your gonna have to hit the Gym every day and work the pounds of that fat ass of yours. On the other hand I don’t need to be in the best condition of my life to beat you, hell, I don’t even have to be in the worst shape of my life I can come to that ring on Friday after stuffing my guts with burger king, Macdonald’s you name it and I would still beat your ass. It doesn’t matter what you have in front of your name. That doesn’t describe you persona. Camo you are just an impostor hiding behind a hardcore athlete’s image you aren’t really what your name suggests. I on the other hand am what I say I am. I’m me, Dysan that’s it. You could have deadly Camo, Killer Camo you could even have Dysan beater Camo but it still wouldn’t give you the power to overcome the force that I’m bringing to the ring with me. I am who I am and that’s a bad son of a bitch and I’m ready to unload on Friday." " Now I come to you Gansta. I dont really know who you are or where the hell you came from but.. Frankly I don’t care. Son…all you need to do is bring your ass to this match and either sit in the corner like a good boy and don’t get your ass whipped or you can show some pride and step in the ring where the action is. The down side of the latter is you will get your ass kicked, you will get hurt and you bet your bottom dollar you will loose. So Gangsta you can bet that you are gonna become the victim along with Camo if you dare to step into this match with me……..all I can say is……….break a leg…..hahahahahahahaha." {{The scene closes as Dysan leaves the camera with these final words}} Dysan:. "You two ass holes better show up on Friday I don’t want you bailing on me now. I like to win matches the fair way, the only way, the way that I like and that’s to shove my boot so far up my opponents ass they will be able to tie my shoes laces with there tongue. If you two don’t show you can bet your ass Dysan will come looking for you and it wont be for a handshake or a pat on the back. I will come to fight just like I’m coming to fight on Fridays…why?……because I’m good at it." {{The scene fades to black as Dysan walks off}} |
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