Truck Makes A Statement -- XCWF Role Plays

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Date Posted: 19:46:55 01/09/02 Wed
Author: Truck
Subject: Truck Makes A Statement

(Scene opens outside a run-down building at night. A crow is
perched atop the outside entrance. Camera enters the building to
find a shadow turned around looking out a window, moonlight
barely illuminating his face. Long hair hangs into his face.
He begins to speak, however quietly.)

Truck: Colt Royal. The "Lord" of the XCWF. Give me one reason
why I should refer to you as "Lord". You haven't set foot into
a ring and backed up any talk. Granted, neither have I, but I'm
not coming out telling people to call me "Lord". I'm making a
promise, and I intend on filling it. And that promise is to
eradicate the phony tough, cheesecake eating so-
called "badasses" who think they're "hardcore". You want
hardcore? Try me. Royal, after your match Thursday with Dead
Man and Punisher, I challenge you to a match. Name your rules.
Because I know there's no one in the ranks of the XCWF who can
take me out. No one. Eventually you ALL will be issued a Death
Warrant, and when I have one with your name on it, there's no
place to run, no place to hide. Fate comes to us all at a
time. It's a question of whether or not you, Colt Royal, have
the guts to stand up to the fate you have coming to you.
Prepare yourself, Colt Royal. The future of hardcore is here.
And you're the next target he has his sights set on.

(Camera fades to black.)

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