Post by Samson on Apr 13, 2014 21:04:47 GMT -5
The scene cuts in to a dimly lit room full of silence. Standing under the light is a clean cut individual, bald-head shining in the spotlight and his spectacles glaring on the screen. Within seconds of stillness, the individual dressed in a classic gray pinstriped suit speaks. His voice shows southern dialect… Mississippi, Alabama, South Carolina? It is a mystery.
-[The Prophet]-
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is The Prophet. The administration here at Online Championship Wrestling has given me only thirty seconds of allotted time to introduce your destiny. Let us not waste it on myself. Let me announce a man from the tribe of the Danites, born a virgin child, wielding the power and glory of our Almighty God. This is a man capable of decapitating a roaring lion so sweet that he sucks on the honey of its remains. This is a man capable of slaying one thousand men with the jawbone of an ass. Today I present to you, your one and only judge here at Online Championship Wrestling, Samson!
From the empty darkness behind, a large dark individual reveals himself in the dim light shining above. His features are barely shown. No grin on his face, only seriousness. His brow shows determination. His stance shows forward movement. The only noticeable feature on this so-called man is his massive size. Samson looks headstrong, ready to take on any force against him.
Be mindful of your prayers and be careful what you wish for. Your future is at stake.”
The Prophet grins. The devious smile contrasts the willful look of his client as the scene fads to black.
-[The Prophet]-
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is The Prophet. The administration here at Online Championship Wrestling has given me only thirty seconds of allotted time to introduce your destiny. Let us not waste it on myself. Let me announce a man from the tribe of the Danites, born a virgin child, wielding the power and glory of our Almighty God. This is a man capable of decapitating a roaring lion so sweet that he sucks on the honey of its remains. This is a man capable of slaying one thousand men with the jawbone of an ass. Today I present to you, your one and only judge here at Online Championship Wrestling, Samson!
From the empty darkness behind, a large dark individual reveals himself in the dim light shining above. His features are barely shown. No grin on his face, only seriousness. His brow shows determination. His stance shows forward movement. The only noticeable feature on this so-called man is his massive size. Samson looks headstrong, ready to take on any force against him.
Be mindful of your prayers and be careful what you wish for. Your future is at stake.”
The Prophet grins. The devious smile contrasts the willful look of his client as the scene fads to black.
