| Subject: Tuesday Terror, a chance for double revenge??? |
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Date Posted: 14:39:05 01/14/02 Mon
The scene opens up inside a home gym with Mystic delivering some great shots on a nearby punching bag. As the camera focuses on him, two men enter the room looking forward to a great training session. Their faces change from a jokingly manner into a look of disappointment when they see Mystic over in the corner still punching the bag in a more feverish manner.
Man #1: Great he's still here. He's been here the past three days and each day he's been over there doing the same thing, punching that damn bag like it's done something to him.
Man #2: Dude, do you know who that is?
Man #1: No and neither do I care.
Man #2: Well I don't blame ya. The guys name is Mystic and he is a wrestler in the HWA. You remember the HWA don't ya?
Man #1: Yeah I remember that place. You know that I can never forget that place.
Man #2: Cause they said your not talented enough to make it right.
Man #1: And what do they know? Nothing, instead they are going for guys like him who amount to nothing when I amount to everything.
The second guy grows a look of concern when he hears this and looks over at Mystic, who is in beserker mode on the bag. He gives one more punch and the bag snaps spewing sand all on the floor. Both guys look on as Mystic stands there looking at the mess he's made.
Man #1: Hey instead of looking at it why don't you just go ahead and clean it up. Oh and while your at it, when your done cleaning up, get out of the damn gym so that others can work out in a positive environment instead of one where freaks come.
Mystic: Tell you what kid, why don't you come and make me.
Man #1: With pleasure.
The man walks over to Mystic popping his knuckles. Mystic, finally getting to take his aggression out on a live moving target, grows a huge evil grin before charging straight into the battle. The man swings at him with a right, but Mystic side steps it and gives the guy a knee to the gut, followed by an elbow to the back of the head. The guy falls in a heap to the floor and Mystic takes full advantage of the situation by kicking him while he's down. Finally catching enough of this, the second guy jumps in to help his fallen comrade. He runs and spins Mystic around before connecting with a left jab. Mystic's head snaps back as he stumbles a couple of feet, then snaps back again as the guy again punches him. The guy keeps him on the move until he sees his friend is up. He then tries for a big kick, but Mystic ducks it and in return gives a major low blow causing the guy to fall to the floor in tears. The first guy runs over to finish the attack but Mystic, having had enough, kicks him in the gut and sets him up in a powerbomb. He picks the guy up and powerbombs him ontop of the second guy, causing both of them to be out cold. Mystic stands over the two chuckling a bit as the manager comes out to survey the mess in the room.
Manager: Hey what's going on out here? What the hell happened to my place?
Mystic: Oh uh these two chumps thought that they were better than John Taylor, and I had to prove that though they were close, they still weren't good enough. Oh they also said that they would clean up the mess made to. True gentlemen these two are.
Manager: Ok, you do know that your going to pay more for the damage caused here today.
Mystic: No matter, I didn't pay to get in anyways.
Mystic grabs his stuff and walks out of the gym as the manager becomes irate over how he got into the gym. Mystic walks to the street corner still able to hear the gym manager screaming at him, and signals for a cab. A cab arrives fast and he hops in the back. The cab drives off as the scene changes from outside the cab to inside it.
Driver: Aight were to buddy?
Mystic: The HWA arena. I need a little motivation so that I can continue to train for my match tomorrow.
Driver: So you wrestle hey? Who do you face?
Mystic: An enemy from long ago and some punk who thought that he would make his face known by attacking the both of us. One's named John Taylor and one's named Eric Mega. I'll let you decide who's the enemy and who's the punk showing his face.
Driver: No need to pal. I keep up with the HWA and I saw your match last Fear. I know that you and Taylor hate each others guts. I also know that Mega attacked the both of you after your match. So what are ya gonna do to them.
Mystic: With Taylor, seek revenge for the loss he handed me. I had him beat. I had victory in the palm of my hands and I let it slip away by letting my guard down for one small minute. All I had to do was finish the powerbomb that I had him set up in. Instead I let him slide out in mid air and kick me in the temple. I still feel the pain from the shot I recieved, but it's not because of the move that I feel the pain. It's because I had him beat and let him beat me. Now to make matters worse, this Eric Mega punk decides that our match was the best match to let everyone know that he has returned. He attacked John Taylor, which I didn't have much problem with. But then he attacked me, lying there in the ring, still in disbelief on how I lost. That I do have a problem with. I don't know what your thinking boy, but I'm not one of those you want to keep messing with. You attacked me with my back turned, but tomorrow my back won't be turned. I'll be staring straight at you remembering how you planted that bat into my stomach. How those barbed wires dug deep into the skin. Tomorrow night, I gonna return the favor, not only to you Mega, but to you to Taylor. I'm not letting my guard down anymore. Tomorrow I'm the victor.
Driver: Good for you. Ah here we are.
The cab pulls into the parking lot area and Mystic gets out of the car. He walks up to the driver and gives him some money before walking off as the scene fades.
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