Post by jester on Aug 10, 2006 19:08:16 GMT -5
.:. Shane Hunter and JCJ are seen backstage in a hallway, JCJ leaning casually against the wall. .:.
JCJ: Hey bro, glad your in OCW now man. Just like the good old days...in, well, pretty much every federation we've been in.
Shane: Yeah dude, it's awesome. And look what I already got.(Shane holds up his Hardcore Championship.)
JCJ: Yeah, I watched you win that on a tape. Ironically, the techie Drew was talking me gave me a tape of it!
.:. The old friends start laughing and JCJ continues the convo. .:.
JCJ: And, I got the number one contendership to the World Title. How about this Shugo guy, huh?
.:. Just then a frantic Kitty Midnight runs up, almost out of breath. .:.
Kitty Midnight: JCJ! There's been an attack on the ref who reffed your number one contendership match! Come quick!
.:. JCJ and Shane look to each other as JCJ shrugs, and the three run to a locker room, referee Steven Mcdonald face-down on the ground. .:.
Shane: What the hell happened here-
.:. Just then the camera sees a fist fly between Shane's leg, hitting a very effective low blow. JCJ stands up as Shane falls to his knees. .:.
JCJ: Sorry bro...but hey, just like the good ole' days!
.:. JCJ grabs his friend by the head and slams him into the set of metal lockers, opening one of the doors with the impact. JCJ pushes him into the open door, then walks past and kicks the door shut in Shane's face, as he falls in agony. JCJ walks past him as he staggers to his feet. Shane looks up to be brought down again, this time via steel chair. Shane bounces off the chair and lands in the floor. JCJ unfolds the chair much like Shane did and sits down in front of him. .:.
JCJ: Well buddy, this is kinda like a tripped out deja vu moment, huh, except me n' you, no Drew. (JCJ rolls up his hoody sleeve and looks at his bare wrist.) What a shame, I seem to be late for an...appointment. (JCJ rolls up his tripp pant sleeve.) Aw look, no pads either, tsk tsk tsk.
.:. At this moment Shane gets to his knees, swaying as blood trickles off his face. JCJ stands up casually, and starts for the door. Suddenly he turns around and uses the chair to kick off of, nailing a Colt Kick .45! JCJ shoves his forearm in Shane's bloody face and pins him...as Steven Mcdonald gets up with ease! .:.
JCJ: Hey bro, glad your in OCW now man. Just like the good old days...in, well, pretty much every federation we've been in.
Shane: Yeah dude, it's awesome. And look what I already got.(Shane holds up his Hardcore Championship.)
JCJ: Yeah, I watched you win that on a tape. Ironically, the techie Drew was talking me gave me a tape of it!
.:. The old friends start laughing and JCJ continues the convo. .:.
JCJ: And, I got the number one contendership to the World Title. How about this Shugo guy, huh?
.:. Just then a frantic Kitty Midnight runs up, almost out of breath. .:.
Kitty Midnight: JCJ! There's been an attack on the ref who reffed your number one contendership match! Come quick!
.:. JCJ and Shane look to each other as JCJ shrugs, and the three run to a locker room, referee Steven Mcdonald face-down on the ground. .:.
Shane: What the hell happened here-
.:. Just then the camera sees a fist fly between Shane's leg, hitting a very effective low blow. JCJ stands up as Shane falls to his knees. .:.
JCJ: Sorry bro...but hey, just like the good ole' days!
.:. JCJ grabs his friend by the head and slams him into the set of metal lockers, opening one of the doors with the impact. JCJ pushes him into the open door, then walks past and kicks the door shut in Shane's face, as he falls in agony. JCJ walks past him as he staggers to his feet. Shane looks up to be brought down again, this time via steel chair. Shane bounces off the chair and lands in the floor. JCJ unfolds the chair much like Shane did and sits down in front of him. .:.
JCJ: Well buddy, this is kinda like a tripped out deja vu moment, huh, except me n' you, no Drew. (JCJ rolls up his hoody sleeve and looks at his bare wrist.) What a shame, I seem to be late for an...appointment. (JCJ rolls up his tripp pant sleeve.) Aw look, no pads either, tsk tsk tsk.
.:. At this moment Shane gets to his knees, swaying as blood trickles off his face. JCJ stands up casually, and starts for the door. Suddenly he turns around and uses the chair to kick off of, nailing a Colt Kick .45! JCJ shoves his forearm in Shane's bloody face and pins him...as Steven Mcdonald gets up with ease! .:.
