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Post by Black Spirit on Apr 29, 2012 13:01:58 GMT -4
\\ The scene starts with Black Spirit having a drink while he’s sitting in one of those damn comfortable leather bags turned into couches. He looks relaxed after sipping the last drop of his 7th glass of red wine
\\ As he tastes the flavor of the beverage, the shadow of a man covers him
Gorbus: You’ve gotten soft, Spirit. Red wine? Didn’t you use to drink beer?
\\ Spirit doesn’t seem surprised by the presence of his PPV’s opponent
Spirit: Like the wine, I’m getting better with time. While you, like the beer, looked fresh and juvenile at first. As the time passed, you got sourer and sourer, to the point you are now; tasteless human
\\ Gorbus places his hands over Spirit’s traps
Gorbus: Coming friday we'll find out which of these two dinosaurs is the T-Rex in this company
\\ Spirit stands up and responds to Gorbus without turning around to look at him. He smells his empty glass as he speaks
Spirit: You might be the only T-Rex in here, Gorbus, because you're history. I'm an earthly God in wrestling and I'm going to outlive your career
\\ Spirit walks away looking for another glass.
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