Post by Taz on Dec 3, 2004 4:11:35 GMT -5
The scene opens on a TV set, the image of Bill Yankowy and Taz fighting outside the ring three weeks ago on Suicide is playing. Bill gets the advantage and knocks Taz down, then places the chair across his throat.
He then climbs to the apron, and then the top rope, and all his 275 pounds comes crashing down on the neck...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION! THIS MAN COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT..."
Then we see the footage being rewound...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION..."
The footage rewinds again...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD!..."
The footage then gets freeze framed on the sick, twisted visage of Bill Yankowy. The camera then moves away from the TV set, and moves across to a coffee table, sitting past that coffee table is Taz, on the nice, leather couch, hunched forward, remote control held out in front of him, a look of pure anger on his face. He puts down the remote, and picks up a bottle of water, he unscrews the lid and takes a sip, then faces the camera...
Taz: "Over and over and over, i've seen this tape played...over and over in my mind, I see Bill Yankowy diving off that top rope and crushing my throat.
Over and over in my mind I think of visiting that doctors office, having to listen to him tell me that I should get out of the business, that my neck has taken too much punishment as it is...well no offence to him, i'm sure he knows what he's talking about, but I never was too good at taking doctors orders.
Bill Yankowy, over the last five months, it's been you and I, every week, in singles or tags...it's always been you and me, we've battled before, from when we fought in my very first World Title defence two years ago, to right now...I was considering calling you out to the ring and shaking your hand to end this, showing you a bit of respect because you gave me some great fights over the last two and a half years, but you changed that Bill, you changed all that when you put me out, and now, we've come to this...the Final Battle brutha, and trust me when I tell ya, you're gonna be in for the fight of your young life. See you live up in Washington, you've been given it all, you lived in a nice house, you went to a nice school...whereas I lived in a real dangerous part of Brooklyn, where I had to fight to survive. I was never given anything, and for that...I hate you mother f*cker, I F*CKING HATE YOU! This Sunday, i'll show you what a real fight is...i'll smash your pretty face right in, and this thing will finally end...not the way I wanted it to, but the way it has to...and you will become JUST ANOTHER VICTIM!"
Fade to black...
He then climbs to the apron, and then the top rope, and all his 275 pounds comes crashing down on the neck...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION! THIS MAN COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT..."
Then we see the footage being rewound...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION..."
The footage rewinds again...
O'Reilly: "OH MY GOD!..."
The footage then gets freeze framed on the sick, twisted visage of Bill Yankowy. The camera then moves away from the TV set, and moves across to a coffee table, sitting past that coffee table is Taz, on the nice, leather couch, hunched forward, remote control held out in front of him, a look of pure anger on his face. He puts down the remote, and picks up a bottle of water, he unscrews the lid and takes a sip, then faces the camera...
Taz: "Over and over and over, i've seen this tape played...over and over in my mind, I see Bill Yankowy diving off that top rope and crushing my throat.
Over and over in my mind I think of visiting that doctors office, having to listen to him tell me that I should get out of the business, that my neck has taken too much punishment as it is...well no offence to him, i'm sure he knows what he's talking about, but I never was too good at taking doctors orders.
Bill Yankowy, over the last five months, it's been you and I, every week, in singles or tags...it's always been you and me, we've battled before, from when we fought in my very first World Title defence two years ago, to right now...I was considering calling you out to the ring and shaking your hand to end this, showing you a bit of respect because you gave me some great fights over the last two and a half years, but you changed that Bill, you changed all that when you put me out, and now, we've come to this...the Final Battle brutha, and trust me when I tell ya, you're gonna be in for the fight of your young life. See you live up in Washington, you've been given it all, you lived in a nice house, you went to a nice school...whereas I lived in a real dangerous part of Brooklyn, where I had to fight to survive. I was never given anything, and for that...I hate you mother f*cker, I F*CKING HATE YOU! This Sunday, i'll show you what a real fight is...i'll smash your pretty face right in, and this thing will finally end...not the way I wanted it to, but the way it has to...and you will become JUST ANOTHER VICTIM!"
Fade to black...
