Post by grantdischarge on Mar 30, 2008 0:11:36 GMT -5
Mila Stewart is walking backstage after a meeting with the CEO, mic in hand and looking rather pleased with herself. As she nears the door to the parking lot it bursts open as NXW's most recent aquisition, Grant Discharge nearly kicks it off its hinges. Mila Stewart jumps clear, scared out of her wits.
Grant Discharge: "What's the matter, girlie? Scared of a little door?"
Mila Stewart: "Were you born in a freakin' barn?"
Grant Discharge: "A messed up neighbourhood, actually. What's it to you?"
Mila Stewart: "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Grant Discharge smirks and grabs Mila Stewart by the back of her neck, holding her close to him as she shivers at his cold touch.
Grant Discharge: "My name is Grant Discharge...and it's about damn time NXW's circuits were scrambled. You see, you will quickly find that I am a cancer-like affliction, creeping through the system..I'm going to bring NXW down to its knees"
Mila Stewart: "But..why?"
Grant Discharge laughs loudly at her inquiry.
Grant Discharge: "You really don't know who I am, do you? I've pillaged and plundered the wrestling world. I have an effective motto which reeks of chaos and disaster: Circulate, devastate, mutillate"
Mila Stewart: "But why NXW? Why not some other random company?"
Grant Discharge: "I'm a rogue killing, hunting machine weaving a web of destruction the likes of which the wrestling world has never seen and will never recover from"
Grant Discharge holds Mila even tighter, even closer and she begins to whimper
Mila Stewart: "Please..don't..."
Grant Discharge: "My dear, your face resembles that of a melted gumboot..have no fear I would not touch you if the world was drowning in piss and you lived in a tree..."
Mila Stewart slaps Grant Discharge hard across the face, producing an evil grin and breathing an eerie looking orange mist in her face. She is utterly disgusted and quickly wipes it away, nearly in tears...then drops to the ground, obviously the mist having a paralyzing effect.
Grant Discharge: "Hahahaha...you're already terrified, don't worry. It will all be over soon. It will take you an eternity to pick up the pieces of this shattered organization when I'm done...you scramble to vaccinate, not knowing that NXW is fading...fading....fading...it's too late....NXW has contracted...THE PERFECT VIRUS!"
Grant Discharge pushes Mila Stewart up against the wall, holding her by the throat as she begins to weep. He snarls, takes one look down the corridor at the crowd of angry looking superstars which has formed and casually takes his leave.
Grant Discharge: "What's the matter, girlie? Scared of a little door?"
Mila Stewart: "Were you born in a freakin' barn?"
Grant Discharge: "A messed up neighbourhood, actually. What's it to you?"
Mila Stewart: "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Grant Discharge smirks and grabs Mila Stewart by the back of her neck, holding her close to him as she shivers at his cold touch.
Grant Discharge: "My name is Grant Discharge...and it's about damn time NXW's circuits were scrambled. You see, you will quickly find that I am a cancer-like affliction, creeping through the system..I'm going to bring NXW down to its knees"
Mila Stewart: "But..why?"
Grant Discharge laughs loudly at her inquiry.
Grant Discharge: "You really don't know who I am, do you? I've pillaged and plundered the wrestling world. I have an effective motto which reeks of chaos and disaster: Circulate, devastate, mutillate"
Mila Stewart: "But why NXW? Why not some other random company?"
Grant Discharge: "I'm a rogue killing, hunting machine weaving a web of destruction the likes of which the wrestling world has never seen and will never recover from"
Grant Discharge holds Mila even tighter, even closer and she begins to whimper
Mila Stewart: "Please..don't..."
Grant Discharge: "My dear, your face resembles that of a melted gumboot..have no fear I would not touch you if the world was drowning in piss and you lived in a tree..."
Mila Stewart slaps Grant Discharge hard across the face, producing an evil grin and breathing an eerie looking orange mist in her face. She is utterly disgusted and quickly wipes it away, nearly in tears...then drops to the ground, obviously the mist having a paralyzing effect.
Grant Discharge: "Hahahaha...you're already terrified, don't worry. It will all be over soon. It will take you an eternity to pick up the pieces of this shattered organization when I'm done...you scramble to vaccinate, not knowing that NXW is fading...fading....fading...it's too late....NXW has contracted...THE PERFECT VIRUS!"
Grant Discharge pushes Mila Stewart up against the wall, holding her by the throat as she begins to weep. He snarls, takes one look down the corridor at the crowd of angry looking superstars which has formed and casually takes his leave.