Post by lumber789 on Jan 29, 2009 13:08:40 GMT
This one here is for Shawn mainly - a bit of a trip down memory lane - the good ol' days! Shawn, hope you don't mind me changing the codding of your parts 
Shawn Michaels: that was for my STUPID move of signing you up in T.D.O. I regretted it! Really I do! Dave Batista LEFT because of your rudeness! And yet I took the risk!
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Shawn Michaels: That was for attacking me and disrespecting your former leader. While I had done NOTHING wrong to you. I given you a golden opportunity instead of been stuck with no-shows and suffer the constant berate of the Rated R Superstar! You ungrateful BASTARD!
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Shawn Michaels: That is for attacking Morrison - My brother and partner in crime before you come along and tear my one and only remaining family member I got to PIECES!
Shawn attempted a fourth stomp, but that was too much for Kane. Kane launched his fist upwards connecting perfectly with the crotch of Shawn. Screams rattled throughout the whole room as Shawn fell to the floor in a heap. Kane sat up abruptly and pushed himself to his feet. It was only a matter of time before he was going to hurt Shawn bad. He walked over to Shawn’s crippled body and peered down at the pained face of Shawn. Kane couldn’t help but show a sign of enjoyment. Nothing beats knocking someone down to the ground. Nothing beats causing someone immense pain.
Kane: This one is for disbanding TDO!
Kane took a leaf out of Shawn’s book and began to kick Shawn in the stomach, with an explanation for each hit.
Kane: And this one is for interrupting my enjoyable silence!
A further kick to the stomach.
Kane: And this one! Well… This one is just for fun!
Kane laughed to himself as he continued to kick Shawn in his stomach.
Kane: Shall we do a rendition of what I done to John? Shall we? Answer when spoken to!!!
With the last roar he kicked Shawn so hard that Shawn was launched almost a yard! Shawn managed a little whimper that sounded a little like someone begging for mercy.
Kane: Aahh… No problem! Hope you enjoy our rendition!
Kane picked Shawn up by his hair and walked over to a wall. He launched the weakened body into the wall, head first. Shawn managed to turn himself round but only to reveal to Kane an open wound. The blood seeped out of Shawn’s head. This, instead of shocking the Big Red Machine, brought him great pleasure.
Kane: Are we having fun!?! I think it’s almost… Night Time for you…
With this Kane picked Shawn up, by the throat, to the highest height possible and launched him to the ground. Kane began to laugh once more. This had brought him a lot of pleasure. He walked out the boiler room, laughing sadistically as he went, leaving an unconscious Shawn lying in a pool of his own blood.[/center]
On Last Week Raw...
He was exhausted after his match .So much so that he just wanted to pack up and drive back to have a good long bath.
For the first time, he had tasted defeat and lost the match to his arch nemesis – but it was a close call and good fight nonetheless.
He mused as he packed up his belonging – wondering if he was indeed useless without his family around to back him up in a fight.
The feeling was not easy for him as he was a prideful man.
He had boasted being the “better man” or “alpha male” to his arch nemesis – and did not seem to live up to that reputation in this newly reformed company.
Suddenly, as he was still caught in his deep thoughts, he heard a LOUD scream coming from the neighboring locker room,
He knew who his neighbor was - and that spelled bad news .He burst out his door and rushed to the scene, but he was too late.
He found the locker room open and John lying in a pool of blood. He could see John’s head was in a crimson mess. There were also bloodstain everywhere on the wall. Even Morrison's white mink coat wasn't spared and was stained with patches of red. To make matters worst - the perpetrator had hastily scribbled the word T.D.O with John's blood on the wall, and crossed out the infamous heel stable’s name!
The locker room looks like a federal disaster zone - but the first thing he notice amidst the mess besides an injured comrade was the infamous dartboard -fallen from its place on John's locker room wall during the struggle .
It was SICK …SICK… SICK.
SOMEONE wanted them dead. And he could roughly guess who it is.
He reached for the cell phone in his pocket. Despite he was still in terrible shock of the incident, he manage to fumble with his keypad and called the medics, alerting them of the situation.
He tried to coax the youngster to tell him who did this dreadful attack -but the youngster was unconscious - eyes shut tight and unable to reply to his question.
Shawn Michaels: Everything is going to be alright buddy. I promise you this. Your attacker will PAY!
Minutes later – the medics arrived with a stretcher .He helped to carry and settle the younger on the stretcher -leaving the youngster in the safe hand of the medic before closing the locker door and went off in search of the attacker.
It wasn’t hard to find him at his favorite spot.
He finally found the big red - back facing him as he opened the boiler room door. Although he knew he was no match against the big red monster- he was ready to face the traitor alone.
He was going to STOP the traitor’s show.
NO ONE is hurting his family and getting away from it.
Shawn Michaels: KANE! PLEASE don’t tell me you attacked Morrison today. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!
If you could see under the monsters mask you would see a big grin stretch over the face of the big red machine. Kane slowly looked up at Shawn. Shawn intruded on Kane’s little alone time. He thought he had avoided everyone and hid away somewhere no one could find him. But he was wrong. His place of calm and haven from all consequences had been intruded by the man who he least wanted to see, the man who had caused him to go to these lengths. Shawn Michaels. Why? Couldn’t he just go home? No! Couldn’t he just mind his own business? No! He felt the need to stick his nose where it is not wanted!
Kane: What the hell am I doing? What the hell do you think, moron! I’m fulfilling a little… revenge. And I’m enjoying myself while I’m at it. But you wouldn’t understand it. You couldn’t understand anything.
Kane sat up off the floor and started to take small steps towards Shawn at every syllable.
Kane: You are too busy disbanding T.D.O.
Kane and Shawn were now looking eye-to-eye, barely an inch between them.
Kane: You…!
Kane shoved Shawn into the wall behind. Shawn peered up and noticed blood (most likely John Morrison's) trickling down the wall heading towards his head. Shawn shrieked and jumped away quick.
Kane: Little squeamish, are we? Well that’s a shame. Now you’ve decided to intrude on me you’ll be seeing a little more blood. Your own blood!
Kane marched over to the boiler room entrance and slammed the door shut causing a loud sound of metal crashing to echo through out the room. With the door now closed the rooms lighting dimmed dramatically. The only light came from a very low wattage light bulb that hung above the centre of the room.
Kane: Hope you aren’t scared of the dark.
Kane laughed sadistically knowing what his plans were. He walked directly at Shawn and kneed him and then threw him at a wall.
Kane: Enjoying yourself?
A sickening “thud" could be heard as he was tossed like a rag doll towards the boiler room's wall .He collapsed in an undignified heap.
The good news was - despite the hard throw, he miraculously did not end up bleeding profusely like his fallen comrade.
The bad news was he felt like firework was exploding from his head. He knew speed was the main advantage he had from the mad monster, but he wasn't able to react fast enough to escape the big red's attack.
Somehow he regretted to stay back during his appreciation night and be the one responsible for signing the traitor into his family.
He couldn't think straight - all he could hope is he wasn't suffering any internal injury and Rebecca wasn't watching the show .He knew the woman HATED to see a repeat of Orton or Jericho's incident and would throw a fit whenever he is landed in that situation.
The big red was walking towards him- and he knew that his only chance was to play along.
He could see the big red looming over him like a hungry tiger.
He could see those bloodthirsty eyes behind the mask- and he was his next target after
the big red mercilessly destroyed his comrade.
Closer...
Closer...
He waited for the right time, and aimed a HARD low blow at the monster's groin, sending him tethering back and screaming in pain.
Shawn Michaels: Edge was right. You itty - bitty - package - two - faced - putrid Frankenstein. You sick twisted f@##$#! You think attacking one of your team mates is fun!? Why don't you get your priorities straight picking on someone your own size? Like the Second in Command of T.D.O over here!
He recalled what the Rated R Superstar called the big Red way back in their WWFR tenure, before the heel squad took note of the Big Red ‘s potential and decided to sign him up as a family member .
The big red was still clutching his groin when the Showstopper leaped to his feet - and before the monster could react, the Showstopper aimed a HARD superkick at his face. The monster ended up collapsing and groaning in pain on the concrete floor.
The Showstopper could easily escape as there was no one blocking him from the boiler room’s door.
But he wasn’t satisfied of the payback he unleashed on the Big Red.
He wanted much more...
The Showstopper ran amok as he delivered HARD stomps on the Monster's head
[/move]He was exhausted after his match .So much so that he just wanted to pack up and drive back to have a good long bath.
For the first time, he had tasted defeat and lost the match to his arch nemesis – but it was a close call and good fight nonetheless.
He mused as he packed up his belonging – wondering if he was indeed useless without his family around to back him up in a fight.
The feeling was not easy for him as he was a prideful man.
He had boasted being the “better man” or “alpha male” to his arch nemesis – and did not seem to live up to that reputation in this newly reformed company.
Suddenly, as he was still caught in his deep thoughts, he heard a LOUD scream coming from the neighboring locker room,
He knew who his neighbor was - and that spelled bad news .He burst out his door and rushed to the scene, but he was too late.
He found the locker room open and John lying in a pool of blood. He could see John’s head was in a crimson mess. There were also bloodstain everywhere on the wall. Even Morrison's white mink coat wasn't spared and was stained with patches of red. To make matters worst - the perpetrator had hastily scribbled the word T.D.O with John's blood on the wall, and crossed out the infamous heel stable’s name!
The locker room looks like a federal disaster zone - but the first thing he notice amidst the mess besides an injured comrade was the infamous dartboard -fallen from its place on John's locker room wall during the struggle .
It was SICK …SICK… SICK.
SOMEONE wanted them dead. And he could roughly guess who it is.
He reached for the cell phone in his pocket. Despite he was still in terrible shock of the incident, he manage to fumble with his keypad and called the medics, alerting them of the situation.
He tried to coax the youngster to tell him who did this dreadful attack -but the youngster was unconscious - eyes shut tight and unable to reply to his question.
Shawn Michaels: Everything is going to be alright buddy. I promise you this. Your attacker will PAY!
Minutes later – the medics arrived with a stretcher .He helped to carry and settle the younger on the stretcher -leaving the youngster in the safe hand of the medic before closing the locker door and went off in search of the attacker.
It wasn’t hard to find him at his favorite spot.
He finally found the big red - back facing him as he opened the boiler room door. Although he knew he was no match against the big red monster- he was ready to face the traitor alone.
He was going to STOP the traitor’s show.
NO ONE is hurting his family and getting away from it.
Shawn Michaels: KANE! PLEASE don’t tell me you attacked Morrison today. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!
If you could see under the monsters mask you would see a big grin stretch over the face of the big red machine. Kane slowly looked up at Shawn. Shawn intruded on Kane’s little alone time. He thought he had avoided everyone and hid away somewhere no one could find him. But he was wrong. His place of calm and haven from all consequences had been intruded by the man who he least wanted to see, the man who had caused him to go to these lengths. Shawn Michaels. Why? Couldn’t he just go home? No! Couldn’t he just mind his own business? No! He felt the need to stick his nose where it is not wanted!
Kane: What the hell am I doing? What the hell do you think, moron! I’m fulfilling a little… revenge. And I’m enjoying myself while I’m at it. But you wouldn’t understand it. You couldn’t understand anything.
Kane sat up off the floor and started to take small steps towards Shawn at every syllable.
Kane: You are too busy disbanding T.D.O.
Kane and Shawn were now looking eye-to-eye, barely an inch between them.
Kane: You…!
Kane shoved Shawn into the wall behind. Shawn peered up and noticed blood (most likely John Morrison's) trickling down the wall heading towards his head. Shawn shrieked and jumped away quick.
Kane: Little squeamish, are we? Well that’s a shame. Now you’ve decided to intrude on me you’ll be seeing a little more blood. Your own blood!
Kane marched over to the boiler room entrance and slammed the door shut causing a loud sound of metal crashing to echo through out the room. With the door now closed the rooms lighting dimmed dramatically. The only light came from a very low wattage light bulb that hung above the centre of the room.
Kane: Hope you aren’t scared of the dark.
Kane laughed sadistically knowing what his plans were. He walked directly at Shawn and kneed him and then threw him at a wall.
Kane: Enjoying yourself?
A sickening “thud" could be heard as he was tossed like a rag doll towards the boiler room's wall .He collapsed in an undignified heap.
The good news was - despite the hard throw, he miraculously did not end up bleeding profusely like his fallen comrade.
The bad news was he felt like firework was exploding from his head. He knew speed was the main advantage he had from the mad monster, but he wasn't able to react fast enough to escape the big red's attack.
Somehow he regretted to stay back during his appreciation night and be the one responsible for signing the traitor into his family.
He couldn't think straight - all he could hope is he wasn't suffering any internal injury and Rebecca wasn't watching the show .He knew the woman HATED to see a repeat of Orton or Jericho's incident and would throw a fit whenever he is landed in that situation.
The big red was walking towards him- and he knew that his only chance was to play along.
He could see the big red looming over him like a hungry tiger.
He could see those bloodthirsty eyes behind the mask- and he was his next target after
the big red mercilessly destroyed his comrade.
Closer...
Closer...
He waited for the right time, and aimed a HARD low blow at the monster's groin, sending him tethering back and screaming in pain.
Shawn Michaels: Edge was right. You itty - bitty - package - two - faced - putrid Frankenstein. You sick twisted f@##$#! You think attacking one of your team mates is fun!? Why don't you get your priorities straight picking on someone your own size? Like the Second in Command of T.D.O over here!
He recalled what the Rated R Superstar called the big Red way back in their WWFR tenure, before the heel squad took note of the Big Red ‘s potential and decided to sign him up as a family member .
The big red was still clutching his groin when the Showstopper leaped to his feet - and before the monster could react, the Showstopper aimed a HARD superkick at his face. The monster ended up collapsing and groaning in pain on the concrete floor.
The Showstopper could easily escape as there was no one blocking him from the boiler room’s door.
But he wasn’t satisfied of the payback he unleashed on the Big Red.
He wanted much more...
The Showstopper ran amok as he delivered HARD stomps on the Monster's head
Shawn Michaels: that was for my STUPID move of signing you up in T.D.O. I regretted it! Really I do! Dave Batista LEFT because of your rudeness! And yet I took the risk!
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Shawn Michaels: That was for attacking me and disrespecting your former leader. While I had done NOTHING wrong to you. I given you a golden opportunity instead of been stuck with no-shows and suffer the constant berate of the Rated R Superstar! You ungrateful BASTARD!
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Shawn Michaels: That is for attacking Morrison - My brother and partner in crime before you come along and tear my one and only remaining family member I got to PIECES!
Shawn attempted a fourth stomp, but that was too much for Kane. Kane launched his fist upwards connecting perfectly with the crotch of Shawn. Screams rattled throughout the whole room as Shawn fell to the floor in a heap. Kane sat up abruptly and pushed himself to his feet. It was only a matter of time before he was going to hurt Shawn bad. He walked over to Shawn’s crippled body and peered down at the pained face of Shawn. Kane couldn’t help but show a sign of enjoyment. Nothing beats knocking someone down to the ground. Nothing beats causing someone immense pain.
Kane: This one is for disbanding TDO!
Kane took a leaf out of Shawn’s book and began to kick Shawn in the stomach, with an explanation for each hit.
Kane: And this one is for interrupting my enjoyable silence!
A further kick to the stomach.
Kane: And this one! Well… This one is just for fun!
Kane laughed to himself as he continued to kick Shawn in his stomach.
Kane: Shall we do a rendition of what I done to John? Shall we? Answer when spoken to!!!
With the last roar he kicked Shawn so hard that Shawn was launched almost a yard! Shawn managed a little whimper that sounded a little like someone begging for mercy.
Kane: Aahh… No problem! Hope you enjoy our rendition!
Kane picked Shawn up by his hair and walked over to a wall. He launched the weakened body into the wall, head first. Shawn managed to turn himself round but only to reveal to Kane an open wound. The blood seeped out of Shawn’s head. This, instead of shocking the Big Red Machine, brought him great pleasure.
Kane: Are we having fun!?! I think it’s almost… Night Time for you…
With this Kane picked Shawn up, by the throat, to the highest height possible and launched him to the ground. Kane began to laugh once more. This had brought him a lot of pleasure. He walked out the boiler room, laughing sadistically as he went, leaving an unconscious Shawn lying in a pool of his own blood.[/center]