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| Angel | Oct 12 2006, 02:44 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] <center> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="650" bordercolorlight="#C0C0C0" bordercolordark="#808080" bgcolor="#000000"> <tr> <td width="100%"> <div align="center"> <center> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="500" bordercolorlight="#C0C0C0" bordercolordark="#808080" bgcolor="#000000"> <tr> <td width="33%" align="center"><b><font size="2" color="#808080">Record:</font></b></td> <td width="33%" align="center"><b><font size="2" color="#808080">Title:</font></b></td> <td width="34%" align="center"><font color="#808080"><font size="2"><b>Mentioned</b></font><b><font size="2">:</font></b></font></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="33%" align="center"><font size="2" color="#C0C0C0"><b>03</b></font><b><font size="2" color="#C0C0C0">-01-00</font></b></td> <td width="33%" align="center"><b><font size="2" color="#C0C0C0">NLCW Womens</font></b></td> <td width="34%" align="center"><font size="2" color="#C0C0C0"> <b>Faith</b> <br> <b>Andon</b> <br> <b>Ethan Andrews</b></font></td> </tr> </table> </center> </div> <p align="center"><font color="#C0C0C0">> Scene opens with Gothic Angel in the garage of Ethan Andrews. Angel is standing by Ethan's 2003 F-150 Lightning. She appears to be working on it. The one dead give away that she is doing just that would be the fact that she is wearing faded denim cover alls that have fresh grease on them. As well as Angel having some grease on her hands. Angel glances at the camera and sighs.<</font><font color="#CCCCFF"><br> </font><font color="#FF99FF"><br> </font> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel: </b>I want to know what I did wrong. I have to team up with Andon at 1NE. I do not deserve to be tormented like this. I really don't. I am sure that Andon is really happy about this. He gets the chance to be near me. Well Andon you are a sick freak. I swear I did not do anything to have to fight that femmina. </span><font color="#CCCCFF"><br> </font> <br> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel sighs and tries to compose herself. Angel pops the hood on the F-150 and grabs a wrench tuning the truck up. Angel mutters under her breath in italian. Carrie comes into the garage bringing Angel a cold root beer. Carrie arches a brow. she goes to say something. Carrie shakes her head and then heads back into the house. <</font><br> <br> <font color="#FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Atleast I have some time before that. Time to get ready for that match. I will let you know Andon that in that match I will not back you up. I will stay as far away from you as possible. The only time we will touch is to tag and that is it. This is my chance to get more gold. To become first woman to hold the NLCW World Tag Team Championship. You screw this up for me Andon and I beat you worse than anything unholy has ever beat anyone. Rosemary's baby will seem like an angel when I am done with you.</font><br> <br> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel walks over to the fresh root beer Carrie brought her and sips it. Angel looks around the garage. Angel smiles gently noticing a poster that Ethan has of her. Angel gently bites her lip and goes back to his truck. Angel wipes her hands off real good then carefully shuts the hood on the truck. Angel then wipes any finger prints off of the truck.<</font><br> <font color="#FF99FF"> <br> </font> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> Now Faith. We have a match coming up here at Supremacy. You and me. One on One for the NLCW Womens Championship Title. I look forward to this match. I am sure that you will be more of a challenge for me this time. Well I am hoping that you will be anyway. I hate going into a match expecting to get my butt kicked, when the end result is my nearly breaking a sweat and still winning anyway. That is hardly worth the effort of getting in the ring. </span><br> <font color="#C0C0C0"> <br> > Angel turns and looks at the camera. Her expression is serious. <</font><br> <br> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> So Faith. Here is some advice. Don't waste my time. If you want to kick my butt. Then talk the talk. Walk the walk. Make me believe you want this win so bad that even I can taste it for you. Make me afraid to step in that ring with you. Make me quiver in fear at the sound of your voice. Make me so nervous that I can not even keep my food down. That I can not even sleep. Faith I want to have night mares about our match. I want to have these night mares before and after the match.</span><br> <br> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel starts to put all of Ethan's tools away. Angel is careful about how she handles them. <</font><br> <font color="#FF99FF"> <br> </font> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> I hope you take my advice to heart. I hope that you can give me all of the things that I asked you to do. I hope that you are capable of doing all of those things and more. If you do not do those things to me I will make damn sure that I do those things to you. </span><br> <font color="#C0C0C0"> <br> > Angel steps closer to the camera. <</font><br> <br> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> I will talk the talk. Walk the walk. I will make you believe I want this win so bad that even you can taste it for me. I will make you afraid to step in that ring with me. I will make you quiver in fear at the sound of my voice. I will make you so nervous that you can not even keep my food down. That you can not even sleep. Faith you will have night mares about our match. I will have you constantly looking over your shoulder. Wondering if I am step a few steps behind you. </span><br> <br> <font color="#C0C0C0">> Angel slowly grins <</font><br> <font color="#FF99FF"> <br> </font> <span style="color: #FF99FF"><b>Angel:</b> That is one thing you do not have to worry about Faith. I am no longer behind you. I am ahead of you. I am the NLCW Womens Champion. Thus making me way ahead of you. Way ahead.</span><br> <font color="#C0C0C0"> <br> > Angel turns and walks inside Ethan's home. Angel moves to the guest room that she currently occupies, only to pause outside Ethan's door. Angel stands there and listens to make sure that he is quiet. Dare she open the door? Dare she violate his privacy like that? No. Hearing nothing she moves onto her destination and the scene fades to black.<</font></td> </tr> </table> <br> </center> [/dohtml] |
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