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Date Posted: 23:59:54 11/09/00 Thu
Author: 'The Perfect One' Anton Rayge
Subject: The Meeting...


:::The scene opens up in a dark, empty parking lot. It was one of those nights where you felt something in the air, and something in your head told you to stay in and lock the doors. A lone, solitary light shines down in the middle of the lot. Flies and moths of all sorts buzz around the top of the light. It's about midnight, and a full moon. Moonlight beams down, giving everything an eerie look to it. Through the faint moonlight, you see a green pick-up truck, parked a little ways from the light.:::

"Glory...fame...fortune...money...gold...these are the draws the Perfection cannot ignore. I am back, you see, but I'm not gonna brag."

:::A figure steps in front of the camera and into the light. He's tall, almost 7'4", and looks about 350 something pounds. He has long black hair that's slicked back neatly into a ponytail and has on a green blazer with a black undershirt and khaki pants. His brown eyes look at the camera in amusement.:::

"Yes, it's been a long time, G.W.A. This place, I give credit to for making me who I am. I left a nothing, though, but now, I have built an empire so strong that no one can ignore it. I am the ONLY Perfect One in this federation now, so all impostors need to fear my words...the words of Anton Rayge!"

:::Anton looks at the camera with a grin.:::

"Miss me? Ha, I knew you didn't. It was only a matter of time though, only a matter of time before I would return, ready to take what is rightfully mine...no, not the Gladiator Title, I know my limits, you see...I'm ready to take back the spotlight. I AM the Whole F'N Spotlight folks, and everyone needs to realize that."

:::Anton looks off into the night sky as the wind whistles past. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and begins to pack them, takes one out and lights it up.:::

"I know I'm not the only one in the game though. I see talent in this federation, talent that may be even beyond me. MAY be beyond me, but I doubt it. Let's see...Chris Damm. This particular individual, I must say, has high respect from The Perfect One. He's done alot for this federation, and what does he get? He gets gunned down by a coward. Pathetic display of sportsmanship, don't you think? People like Damm should be honored for their accomplishments in the sport, not gunned down at live events. Such a waste of good talent."

:::Anton looks at the camera in mock suprise.:::

"What? You're suprised that I, Anton Rayge, am giving credit to another human being? Well, don't be. I've learned valuable lessons ever since I left this great federation, and one was not to underestimate ANYONE...unless I know I can beat them. In fact, I know I can beat MANY of people here in the G.W.A. Take Percy Snow. This idiot think he's "Perfection Personified". I think...no. I KNOW he's not. And just LOOK at him. He dresses like he's on a safari. Now granted, he was the Falconer Champion, but that doesn't say much now, does it? TRUE Perfection would have at least tried and not sat back and get caught lazy on his ass. That's just pathetic. Mr. Vicious, I comend you on your victory, may you hold that title with more respect and dignity than "Crapiness Personified" Pussy Snow."

:::Anton wanders off into the dark, but you can make him out, as well as his deep voice.:::

"Now, let's get to some of the people here...Splash Williams. I've seen you wrestle around, like in the Survival Wrestling Association. You're good and talented, and I respect you, but like I see it, it's not a respect thing or talent thing, it's a me kicking your ass thing. The point is, I don't like you. You're cocky and all that, just like me, but the difference is that I can back it all wrestling skill in my body, while you, on the other hand, couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag. Hell, I got more wrestling skill in my dick than you got in your whole body. Splash, you may think you're forever, but I'm gonna make sure you're not gonna be for the moment, because after I get you into the ring, your gonna wish you NEVER WERE!! Respect aside Splash, I'm gonna make you my b!tch."

:::Anton stops, and in the dark you can see the cigarette go out. Complete silence and darkness envelopes him and the camera. Anton breathes heavily and you can see the faint outline of his figure move to the right, towards his truck, which is at the far side of the parking lot. When he gets to his truck, he leans up against it and light up another cigarette. He looks at the cigarette, then at the camera with a crooked grin.:::

"Now, onto the beauty of my life. Yes, Porcia Raventhorne. A bright light in the darkness of the GWA. You don't have to thank me for what I did. You don't have to thank me for helping you out and making your life easier, I did it for you. Now, I know I got my a$$ beat by you all, and I really don't mind. Pussy Galore, I did it for Porcia, I honestly find nothing WRONG with you, nothing at all. Stacey Jordan, you're as deadly as you are beautiful, but I was just doing what my heart. Attacking a Femme was just...in my way. But Porcia, you don't wanna do anything with me? Fine. But I'll let you know, I'm very determined...VERY. I won't stop until your mine, and if that means going through the Femmes, I'll do it, and I'll do it for you. Stacey, I must admit that your little chair left a nice scratch on my forehead, but it's nothing I can't take care of. As for Vixxxen and Pussy Galore...well, what you girls did wasn't very ladylike, if I do say so myself, but I don't mind. What doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger...and stonger."

:::Anton opens up the door to his truck and gets in. He slams the door shut and looks at the camera with a solemn look and smiles.:::

"In recap, Percy Snow sucks ALOT and is NOT Perfection Personified, I am. Splash Williams isn't forever, but never because I will make him that way, and Porcia Raventhorne...well, let's see where the wind takes us, huh? Just try to keep Stacey's temper in check, okay?"

:::Anton starts up the engine and "I Hope You Die" by The Bloodhound Gang blasts over the speakers as he drives off.:::

(((Fade To Black)))

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