Post by harold the pretzel man on Feb 15, 2008 11:26:35 GMT -5
(Takes place approximately 15mins before Harold's Triple Threat on 2/14.)
Harold, in a quite mundane, communative locker room, is seen skipping rope when there is a knock at the door.
Come on in, its open!
Charlie Coors comes in with a camera crew in tow. He has a videotape in hand.
Hey, man. Remember what I was saying last week about Saton attacking you after your match?
No. Well, sorta. Maybe. Friday and Saturday were a bit havy for me...
Well, I got a tape of it. You want to see what you weren't conscious to see last week?
I reckon I could take a peek,
Harold stops jumping rope. He lets the rope go flying and gets the tape from Charlie. He pops it into a tiny TV VCR combo in a corner of the room. Cameras turn to Harold as he gets a rather pained expression on his face, which turns to a steaming furious expression with a vein popping in his forehead. He punches a locker so hard as to buckle the hinges! He turns back to Charlie, grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him close.
You tell that dumb son of a b***h that he better PRAY I win my match Monday, cuz if I don't get my title match at Dawn of Destruction, I'm going to use that free night to HUNT him down and BEAT HIM UP SO BAD...
he lets go of Charlie and looks down at the ground.
I can't believe I felt sorry for him after our match two weeks ago. I begged forgiveness from a man of the cloth for the beatdown I put on him.
A shocked look comes across his face! He looks up into the sky.
Was it indeed your will, my lord, that Saton die by my hand? If so, forgive his soul. For the pain he will feel by my hand will be worse than the devil could ever deal.
Camera zooms close on Harold's very serious face.
AMEN!
camera fades...
EOT
Harold, in a quite mundane, communative locker room, is seen skipping rope when there is a knock at the door.
Come on in, its open!
Charlie Coors comes in with a camera crew in tow. He has a videotape in hand.
Hey, man. Remember what I was saying last week about Saton attacking you after your match?
No. Well, sorta. Maybe. Friday and Saturday were a bit havy for me...
Well, I got a tape of it. You want to see what you weren't conscious to see last week?
I reckon I could take a peek,
Harold stops jumping rope. He lets the rope go flying and gets the tape from Charlie. He pops it into a tiny TV VCR combo in a corner of the room. Cameras turn to Harold as he gets a rather pained expression on his face, which turns to a steaming furious expression with a vein popping in his forehead. He punches a locker so hard as to buckle the hinges! He turns back to Charlie, grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him close.
You tell that dumb son of a b***h that he better PRAY I win my match Monday, cuz if I don't get my title match at Dawn of Destruction, I'm going to use that free night to HUNT him down and BEAT HIM UP SO BAD...
he lets go of Charlie and looks down at the ground.
I can't believe I felt sorry for him after our match two weeks ago. I begged forgiveness from a man of the cloth for the beatdown I put on him.
A shocked look comes across his face! He looks up into the sky.
Was it indeed your will, my lord, that Saton die by my hand? If so, forgive his soul. For the pain he will feel by my hand will be worse than the devil could ever deal.
Camera zooms close on Harold's very serious face.
AMEN!
camera fades...
EOT
