| Subject: The great return, and it's not only the federation. |
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Mystic
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Date Posted: 14:51:26 12/28/01 Fri
The scene opens up inside the backseat of a cab. The camera scans around the vehicle, showing the cab driver and the nice view of the backseat of the cab. A voice is heard telling the cab driver where to go, but it's sorta muffled, as if the person is talking through a scarf. The driver nods his head and continues driving, apparently not in a very talkative mood. The driver makes a right turn and then stops in front of a familiar building known to all fans, the HWA arena. The cab driver turns around holding his hand out, but before he can say how much the fee is, a fifty dollar bill is placed in his hand, with the muffled words of "keep the change." The camera then scans to a hand opening the door and then moves out of the car. The sound of the car door shutting is heard as the camera focuses on the arena itself. It starts moving towards the gates to it before getting stopped by the security guard in the booth.
Guard: Excuse me sir, but can I see some ID please?
Voice: Yeah sure, it's right here.
Suddenly a taser comes into the screen and zaps the guard knocking him cold. A sadistic laugh is heard as a bat appears in the screen beating the walls of the booth and busting out the windows. After a few minutes he stops and lays the bat down in the booth, positioned just right to see a message written down saying "MYSTIC WAS HERE!!!!". Then the screen focuses back towards the arena and starts moving back in the direction. The doors appear in the screen and then a hand appears to grab a handle and enter the arena, but nothing happens as the door is locked. In anger, a fist busts out the window and then reaches in and opens the door. We move inside and begin the journey down the corridors to till we come across a board that shows the card for Friday Fear and we hear the voice again.
Voice: Well well, my first match and it happens to be against someone whom my brother couldn't beat. Shameful, that my brother failed so many times here in this federation. Course being who he is it's no wonder. He couldn't fight dirty enough to survive. Now it's time for me to show him just who the better brother is and I'll start with the man that gave him his last defeat. Bronx Bomber, a man that has beaten my brother pretty regular. He wasn't much of a tough task to you, but I will be much tougher. You make yourself out to be someone extremely tough, but I see straight through that. Living in the Bronx may be tough, but I've seen worse and I've done worse. A few of you may remember me, back before I came a little more civil, though still can careless. I'm back and this time for good. I'm out for blood, and unfortunately Bomber, your the first person in my path. You don't have to fear me, I truly insist that you don't. All I want you to do is respect me, for if you don't, well then lets just say I won't be to friendly. Till we meet.
A hand appears circling the match between Bronx Bomber and Mystic in red ink. Then the hand moves away and the scene goes fuzzy before fading to black.
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