Post by SteveMurdock on Sept 13, 2019 21:23:28 GMT -5
The scene opens in the middle of the ring where Shadow Wars III is being held, the seats all arranged, the banners and decorations all hung, ready for the big night. The RioTron is on, but with a “Please Stand By” placeholder graphic and workers are putting the final touches on the stage.
Steve Murdock sits in the ring in a steel folding chairs, wearing black sneakers, black short jeans and a “Shadow Wars” t-shirt under a black and blue flannel vest. Sitting in heap to left is a hand stitched silk black and gold bag with all his “goodies” and to his right is a wooden bat with nails hammered into it.
SM:”I know I’m not a mainstay or an RSW legend, but I have enjoyed my time here, and if this is it, the end of the road, then I’m going out with a bang!”
A stage hand or two look up from the ramp, reaching for their cellphones out of caution.
SM:”I told them I wouldn’t bring C4, but I guess they’re not all that trusting of me and my word...”
He reaches into the bag for something covered in red, but leaves it, a smile on his face.
SM:”Pretty smart on their part.”
Murdock lifts the bat up and rests it on his shoulder.
SM:”Dexter, unfortunately for you, I’m not giving you any words of wisdom, other than you might want to make sure you have your medical information handy, hospitals usually need that kind of stuff before you’re checked in.”
SM:”Cause, you see, I’m planning on showing you, showing the world that I’m still the best at what I do, and that’s dishing out pain, suffering and agony in this ring, period.”
SM:”But as far as my future goes, I haven’t really decided, will I jump ship, will I hang up my boots, whose to say?”
Murdock gets to his feet, slings the bag foreign objects over his shoulder, climbs out of the ring and walk up the ramp to the stage.
SM:”But for now, if this is my final battle, I’ll make a damn good one”
Steve Murdock sits in the ring in a steel folding chairs, wearing black sneakers, black short jeans and a “Shadow Wars” t-shirt under a black and blue flannel vest. Sitting in heap to left is a hand stitched silk black and gold bag with all his “goodies” and to his right is a wooden bat with nails hammered into it.
SM:”I know I’m not a mainstay or an RSW legend, but I have enjoyed my time here, and if this is it, the end of the road, then I’m going out with a bang!”
A stage hand or two look up from the ramp, reaching for their cellphones out of caution.
SM:”I told them I wouldn’t bring C4, but I guess they’re not all that trusting of me and my word...”
He reaches into the bag for something covered in red, but leaves it, a smile on his face.
SM:”Pretty smart on their part.”
Murdock lifts the bat up and rests it on his shoulder.
SM:”Dexter, unfortunately for you, I’m not giving you any words of wisdom, other than you might want to make sure you have your medical information handy, hospitals usually need that kind of stuff before you’re checked in.”
SM:”Cause, you see, I’m planning on showing you, showing the world that I’m still the best at what I do, and that’s dishing out pain, suffering and agony in this ring, period.”
SM:”But as far as my future goes, I haven’t really decided, will I jump ship, will I hang up my boots, whose to say?”
Murdock gets to his feet, slings the bag foreign objects over his shoulder, climbs out of the ring and walk up the ramp to the stage.
SM:”But for now, if this is my final battle, I’ll make a damn good one”