Post by sinisterminister on May 4, 2007 17:11:14 GMT -5
Sinister is seen leaving The EWC arena after Friday Night Elite. His eyes are the only glimpse at any emotion that can be seen. They are a dark shade, almost as if they did not belong to a man, more like a ferocious animal of some sort. They are cold, dark, and show no sign of remorse. He walks slowly, as if the world waits for him. Logan "The Minister" Castle is no where to be seen. Suddenly the camera pans to EWC announcer Val Martal, he seem reluctant to approach this monster, yet he knows that this is his job. He knows that if he can get this interview, it could be the beginning of a very successful career.
Val: E-E-E
Val has to clear his thoughts as nothing seems to want to come out.
Val: E-E-Excuse me... Mr. Sinister can...
Sinister stops dead in his tracks almost instantly. He does not turn around to acknowledge Val. Instead he just stands there. All that can be seen in sinisters back as Val slowly makes his way towards Sinister. Sweat can be seen dripping from Val's head, and he has those stains beginning to appear on his under arms. He gets to about a half a foot away, when Sinister suddenly spins around grabbing Val by the collar, and lifting him off of the ground.
Sinister: What inside you tiny body would possess you to approach me? I have sent Mr. Castle to speak with your kind. Will it ever be enough.
Sinister drops Val to the ground he begins to cough
Val: I... I am very sorry to have aproache...
Sinister: You know nothing of sorry! You would be sorry when all that was left of you is that abomination you call a face! You would be sorry, when The last thing you see is my cold hand wrapping around your neck! You would be sorry, when not even your own mother could no longer identify your body!
Sinister pauses as if to reflect on what he has just said. The look seems to change to an almost satisfied look as he apparently is picturing the things he could do to poor Val.
Sinister: On the other hand, it does take a lot of guts, or stupidity to approach me. For your effort I will answer your questions. Make it quick, and you better not upset me.
Val can not believe his ears. On one hand he is pleased to be able to get his interview. On the other, he really wants to survive to one day raise a family.
Val: Thank you, Sinister. What I really would like to know is, why this sudden infatuation with Reality? Is there a history?
Sinister: The answer to that question is very simple. Although Reality represents everything I hate, he really has nothing to do with this. He simply is the current holder of my North American Championship. May it be Impact, Wonderboy, Watts, or Reality, it matters not. I will carry that title, and from that point on my master plan shall be set in effect.
Val: Master plan? What is this master plan you speak of?
Sinister gives val a look, this look seems to sting Val like a thousand needles.
Sinister: What makes you think that you would be privy to that sort of information? Lets get this straight. Not you, nor anyone else for that matter will know my plan until it is staring you right in the face. One more foul up like that Val, and you will regret it.
Val: Thats fine sir... Uhh... Uhhh...
Val freezes for a moment, but shortly recovers
Val: Your friend Logan, he was attacked tonight, and brutally beaten by Dime, your first opponent I might add. Why did you not give him any assistance?
Sinister: Lets get this straight, he is not my friend. He is my servant, and my apprentice! Me not coming to his aid, is just another lesson. He must learn to stand on his own, and the only way he can do that is through pain. Pain is the thing that makes the world go round. Pain is the only way to truly know you are alive. Pain is the only thing, that by making you weak, it also makes you stronger. He has much to learn, but I expect that one day he will prove himself worthy to stand in my presence.
Val: Wow, that was very insightful
Val seems as though he would have said anything to keep himself out of harms way
Val: Now, why have you chosen the North American Title to go after? Someone of your size should prove to be no match for \Tiffany.
Why not go for broke?
You can hear a faint laughter under his mask. Val seems surprised as if laughter is something he never expected to come out of such a monster.
Sinister: I told you, my master plan is mine and mine alone to bare. Yet, I guess I could shine a bit of light on that question. Tiffany, represents that title with a heart that can only be matched by mine. She is cold, and caculating... There for she may be the only one in the company that has the capability to survive in my vision of how the world should be. She has a fire that intrigues me. I think I am going to sit back and wait and see what her final plan will be.
Val: well Mr. Sinister I would just like to thank you for the opportunity.
Sinister just stares at Val, you can hear his teeth grinding under his mask. Out on nowhere her jumps at Val. Sinister then walks away. Val collapses to the ground to catch his breath. The cameras fade to black.
Val: E-E-E
Val has to clear his thoughts as nothing seems to want to come out.
Val: E-E-Excuse me... Mr. Sinister can...
Sinister stops dead in his tracks almost instantly. He does not turn around to acknowledge Val. Instead he just stands there. All that can be seen in sinisters back as Val slowly makes his way towards Sinister. Sweat can be seen dripping from Val's head, and he has those stains beginning to appear on his under arms. He gets to about a half a foot away, when Sinister suddenly spins around grabbing Val by the collar, and lifting him off of the ground.
Sinister: What inside you tiny body would possess you to approach me? I have sent Mr. Castle to speak with your kind. Will it ever be enough.
Sinister drops Val to the ground he begins to cough
Val: I... I am very sorry to have aproache...
Sinister: You know nothing of sorry! You would be sorry when all that was left of you is that abomination you call a face! You would be sorry, when The last thing you see is my cold hand wrapping around your neck! You would be sorry, when not even your own mother could no longer identify your body!
Sinister pauses as if to reflect on what he has just said. The look seems to change to an almost satisfied look as he apparently is picturing the things he could do to poor Val.
Sinister: On the other hand, it does take a lot of guts, or stupidity to approach me. For your effort I will answer your questions. Make it quick, and you better not upset me.
Val can not believe his ears. On one hand he is pleased to be able to get his interview. On the other, he really wants to survive to one day raise a family.
Val: Thank you, Sinister. What I really would like to know is, why this sudden infatuation with Reality? Is there a history?
Sinister: The answer to that question is very simple. Although Reality represents everything I hate, he really has nothing to do with this. He simply is the current holder of my North American Championship. May it be Impact, Wonderboy, Watts, or Reality, it matters not. I will carry that title, and from that point on my master plan shall be set in effect.
Val: Master plan? What is this master plan you speak of?
Sinister gives val a look, this look seems to sting Val like a thousand needles.
Sinister: What makes you think that you would be privy to that sort of information? Lets get this straight. Not you, nor anyone else for that matter will know my plan until it is staring you right in the face. One more foul up like that Val, and you will regret it.
Val: Thats fine sir... Uhh... Uhhh...
Val freezes for a moment, but shortly recovers
Val: Your friend Logan, he was attacked tonight, and brutally beaten by Dime, your first opponent I might add. Why did you not give him any assistance?
Sinister: Lets get this straight, he is not my friend. He is my servant, and my apprentice! Me not coming to his aid, is just another lesson. He must learn to stand on his own, and the only way he can do that is through pain. Pain is the thing that makes the world go round. Pain is the only way to truly know you are alive. Pain is the only thing, that by making you weak, it also makes you stronger. He has much to learn, but I expect that one day he will prove himself worthy to stand in my presence.
Val: Wow, that was very insightful
Val seems as though he would have said anything to keep himself out of harms way
Val: Now, why have you chosen the North American Title to go after? Someone of your size should prove to be no match for \Tiffany.
Why not go for broke?
You can hear a faint laughter under his mask. Val seems surprised as if laughter is something he never expected to come out of such a monster.
Sinister: I told you, my master plan is mine and mine alone to bare. Yet, I guess I could shine a bit of light on that question. Tiffany, represents that title with a heart that can only be matched by mine. She is cold, and caculating... There for she may be the only one in the company that has the capability to survive in my vision of how the world should be. She has a fire that intrigues me. I think I am going to sit back and wait and see what her final plan will be.
Val: well Mr. Sinister I would just like to thank you for the opportunity.
Sinister just stares at Val, you can hear his teeth grinding under his mask. Out on nowhere her jumps at Val. Sinister then walks away. Val collapses to the ground to catch his breath. The cameras fade to black.