Post by bane on Sept 12, 2009 8:07:40 GMT -6
Reunion
Mac Bane and Nick Logan have completed their trip up I-35 into Dallas. They took the exit downtown and now sit in the parking lot of the “Released to Syndication” day spa and gym. Bane kills the motor and opens the driver’s side door exiting the vehicle. Logan exits the passenger side and follows Bane to the door. Mac unlocks the front doors and they walk back to the office and sit down.
Mac
I have a couple of surprises for you my friend.
Logan arches an eyebrow.
Nick
I hate it when you do this, you know I don’t like surprises.
Bane flashes that toothy Texas grin that he is known for.
Mac
You’ll like these surprises, I couldn’t help but notice how you kept eye balling my Harley Road King so here…
Bane tosses him a set of keys.
Mac
This isn’t just any Harley, this is a custom bike go check it out.
Bane and Logan go to the garage area where a pair of Harley Road King’s now sit. On the gas tank “The Syndicate” is air brushed on one side and on the other their likeness’ have been painted.
Nick
Holy ****!
Bane smiles with pride at his friends reaction.
Mac
Yeah, this is something I have been wanting to do for a while, you like?
Logan is speechless for probably the first time in his life as he stares at the matching motor cycles. Nick walks up to his Road King, he knows its his because of the custom license plate that says “NATRL” and straddles the bike resting his hands on the grips grinning from ear to ear.
Mac
You really ought to take it out for a spin, by then your other surprises should be here.
Bane hits the release for the garage door and it comes up smoothly and without much noise. Logan turns the engine over and speeds out of the garage. Bane looks at the camera
Mac
The Syndicate welcomes back for one show only, our friend the enigmatic Jimmy Zane! A man who throughout his career has defied the odds just like his father before him! Diamond, this may be about you and Jimmy, this little war of words that you have going on but trust me, if I get the chance to get my hands on you….I will break you….end of story. You may be one of the greatest X-Division champions ever, but on Sunday it all ends in a terribly tragic way. You know someone asked me the other day if I was worried about The Forgotten getting involved in this match? Hell nah! I hope they do though, ‘cause I got a little something for those other 3 clowns as well!
All the attempted humor surrounding a friend and mentor who has gone missing was quite juvenile. It really makes me wonder if any of the three of you ever made it out of Junior High School? J.W. is a good man who had his career cut short by a training accident and if you choose to make fun of that statement I will make sure that you regret ever even thinking about saying. Speaking of that Ron…Curtis…the next time you have a thought….let it go!
Dirty Deal, you asked the question what a smurf bag was. I apologize for that, I sometimes forget about the target audience when I am talking and so I will break it down and slow it down so its easier for you to understand. I don’t want you two morons to hurt yourselves so I’ll make it easy. When I call someone a Smurf Bag, its not a compliment, I’m not calling you something nice, I have simply inserted the word Smurf in place of the more commonly used term douche. Understand now?
Bane sighs a weary sigh of frustration.
Probably not. In any event, on Sunday I have something for you that you will understand…pain. The pain of having your skull repeatedy rammed into a steel cage wall. The pain of knowing you are in a position of no retreat and no surrender. The pain of loss. Not the kind of pain associated with losing a match but the kind of pain that is suffered when you lose everything. Your titles and the prestige that goes with them are all going to be taken away from you.
As the camera pans back we see the room is littered with tools of destruction; metal folding chairs, wooden folding chairs, trash cans, trash can lids, led pipes and sledge hammers of varying sizes.
And before you go on a rant about this not being a hardcore match, well it is in a cage, there are no disqualifications so anything goes. Maybe I’ll bring a sledge hammer, or a chair or a trash can down to the ring with me. Or maybe I’ll bring my all-time favorite weapon of mass destruction…
Bane picks something up off the top of the pile of weapons and the camera zooms in on a kendo stick or Singapore cane if you will that has been wrapped in razor wire.
It slices it dices, it however does not make Juliann fries, but it does make grown men cry.
Bane allows a slow smile to play across his face.
You boys asked war what is it good for? For me personally its good for a lot of things, dispute resolution, advancement of territory, or in this case proving a point. You two go around talking about being the best tag team in the history of this business….
Bane glares at the camera.
Your not even the best tag team in this company! The only time you ever faced The Syndicate was in a 6-man tag team match and you lost! You then lost to New Disease! And the entire World saw what The Syndicate did to them….we left them laying wondering if anyone got the license plate number of the truck that just hit them. It wont be any old pickup truck that hits you on Sunday, it will be a Mac Truck that runs you over and destroys you completely. This is the point in the promo where I say the time for talking is over. I’m sure you two goof balls will come up with some slightly clever response in an upcoming promo where you talk a lot like usual but say nothing at all. It will be a pleasure being the bane of your existence, and the pleasure will be all mine I assure you.
Scene fades to black
Mac Bane and Nick Logan have completed their trip up I-35 into Dallas. They took the exit downtown and now sit in the parking lot of the “Released to Syndication” day spa and gym. Bane kills the motor and opens the driver’s side door exiting the vehicle. Logan exits the passenger side and follows Bane to the door. Mac unlocks the front doors and they walk back to the office and sit down.
Mac
I have a couple of surprises for you my friend.
Logan arches an eyebrow.
Nick
I hate it when you do this, you know I don’t like surprises.
Bane flashes that toothy Texas grin that he is known for.
Mac
You’ll like these surprises, I couldn’t help but notice how you kept eye balling my Harley Road King so here…
Bane tosses him a set of keys.
Mac
This isn’t just any Harley, this is a custom bike go check it out.
Bane and Logan go to the garage area where a pair of Harley Road King’s now sit. On the gas tank “The Syndicate” is air brushed on one side and on the other their likeness’ have been painted.
Nick
Holy ****!
Bane smiles with pride at his friends reaction.
Mac
Yeah, this is something I have been wanting to do for a while, you like?
Logan is speechless for probably the first time in his life as he stares at the matching motor cycles. Nick walks up to his Road King, he knows its his because of the custom license plate that says “NATRL” and straddles the bike resting his hands on the grips grinning from ear to ear.
Mac
You really ought to take it out for a spin, by then your other surprises should be here.
Bane hits the release for the garage door and it comes up smoothly and without much noise. Logan turns the engine over and speeds out of the garage. Bane looks at the camera
Mac
The Syndicate welcomes back for one show only, our friend the enigmatic Jimmy Zane! A man who throughout his career has defied the odds just like his father before him! Diamond, this may be about you and Jimmy, this little war of words that you have going on but trust me, if I get the chance to get my hands on you….I will break you….end of story. You may be one of the greatest X-Division champions ever, but on Sunday it all ends in a terribly tragic way. You know someone asked me the other day if I was worried about The Forgotten getting involved in this match? Hell nah! I hope they do though, ‘cause I got a little something for those other 3 clowns as well!
All the attempted humor surrounding a friend and mentor who has gone missing was quite juvenile. It really makes me wonder if any of the three of you ever made it out of Junior High School? J.W. is a good man who had his career cut short by a training accident and if you choose to make fun of that statement I will make sure that you regret ever even thinking about saying. Speaking of that Ron…Curtis…the next time you have a thought….let it go!
Dirty Deal, you asked the question what a smurf bag was. I apologize for that, I sometimes forget about the target audience when I am talking and so I will break it down and slow it down so its easier for you to understand. I don’t want you two morons to hurt yourselves so I’ll make it easy. When I call someone a Smurf Bag, its not a compliment, I’m not calling you something nice, I have simply inserted the word Smurf in place of the more commonly used term douche. Understand now?
Bane sighs a weary sigh of frustration.
Probably not. In any event, on Sunday I have something for you that you will understand…pain. The pain of having your skull repeatedy rammed into a steel cage wall. The pain of knowing you are in a position of no retreat and no surrender. The pain of loss. Not the kind of pain associated with losing a match but the kind of pain that is suffered when you lose everything. Your titles and the prestige that goes with them are all going to be taken away from you.
As the camera pans back we see the room is littered with tools of destruction; metal folding chairs, wooden folding chairs, trash cans, trash can lids, led pipes and sledge hammers of varying sizes.
And before you go on a rant about this not being a hardcore match, well it is in a cage, there are no disqualifications so anything goes. Maybe I’ll bring a sledge hammer, or a chair or a trash can down to the ring with me. Or maybe I’ll bring my all-time favorite weapon of mass destruction…
Bane picks something up off the top of the pile of weapons and the camera zooms in on a kendo stick or Singapore cane if you will that has been wrapped in razor wire.
It slices it dices, it however does not make Juliann fries, but it does make grown men cry.
Bane allows a slow smile to play across his face.
You boys asked war what is it good for? For me personally its good for a lot of things, dispute resolution, advancement of territory, or in this case proving a point. You two go around talking about being the best tag team in the history of this business….
Bane glares at the camera.
Your not even the best tag team in this company! The only time you ever faced The Syndicate was in a 6-man tag team match and you lost! You then lost to New Disease! And the entire World saw what The Syndicate did to them….we left them laying wondering if anyone got the license plate number of the truck that just hit them. It wont be any old pickup truck that hits you on Sunday, it will be a Mac Truck that runs you over and destroys you completely. This is the point in the promo where I say the time for talking is over. I’m sure you two goof balls will come up with some slightly clever response in an upcoming promo where you talk a lot like usual but say nothing at all. It will be a pleasure being the bane of your existence, and the pleasure will be all mine I assure you.
Scene fades to black
