::The shot of a not so un-familiar cabin appears on the video screen. This time, the camera man turns 180 degrees, and faces a forest. He slowly walks towards the forest, closer and closer it comes. He steps into the forest, and walks to the center. Three men, once again, quite familiar stand there waiting for him to arrive. All of them sit on a log. Crimson stands up, from the middle, and walks over to the camera man. He takes his shirt, and pulls him over, setting him down between the two men. The two man get up, and stand behind Crimson::
(Crimson) Well, Bret Hart, you won. Big whoop. That doesn't mean I'm not a man of my word, your life, won't be the same. But don't let me prolong the reason of this interview. I think it's about time, I've let the world in on my two, friends. The man here, to my right, is Hydrocyanic. Then, to my left, is Physostigma. Guys.. I'll let you take it from here.
::Hydrocyanic grabs the camera man by the shirt, and stands him up. He pulls him a little bit closer, so the crowd can see the anger in his eyes. He squints..and pushes the camera man back down on the log, causing the picture to shakes. It settles, as Hydro brushes off his sleeves. He tips his hat down, as his deep voice fills the ears of the audience::
(Hydrocyanic) As Mr. Fate here has mentioned, I am Hydrocyanic, and this is my partner, Physostigma. From here on out you can call us Veratrum Viride. But that should be the least of your concerns for the time being. Your concern is what we can do, and who we will choose to do it to. But where do "rookies" like us start? At the bottom with the inactive? If we must, it doesn't matter, they are just used to make us all look like good competitors. Well, Veratrum, doesn't need to be made to look good. We are good, and we'll show it as well. I am prepared today, and well ready to decide whom we will fight in our first match. Yes, they too have arrived, not that long ago, and are quite active. The team that I speak of, is that of, you guessed it. Bret, and Owen Hart. Also known as The Hart Foundation. You have been chosen to step forward and feel the effects of Arsenic.
::Physostigma kicks in::
(Physostigma) Bret, Owen, you've gone to the outer limits. Now would be a good time to hide, as I'd expect you to. Due to the fact you are being called out by the deadliest team to grace the grounds of the DIWF. I don't mean to make it sound like an opinion. It's pure fact. It's in the cycle of life. If you get hit by Veratrum Viride, I guarantee you will feel it, and won't soon forget it. To make it worse, you'll feel Arsenic too..which couldn't do more than worsen the symptoms. Your chance is here, your chance is now. Step forward and meet your end.
::Crimson once again, takes over::
(Crimson) Well, there you have it folks, straight from the horses mouth. Oh, and Bret, last night was nothing. You will soon find out what I mean, and thanks to you, so will your brother. Until next time.
::Camera shuts down::
(Crimson) Well, Bret Hart, you won. Big whoop. That doesn't mean I'm not a man of my word, your life, won't be the same. But don't let me prolong the reason of this interview. I think it's about time, I've let the world in on my two, friends. The man here, to my right, is Hydrocyanic. Then, to my left, is Physostigma. Guys.. I'll let you take it from here.
::Hydrocyanic grabs the camera man by the shirt, and stands him up. He pulls him a little bit closer, so the crowd can see the anger in his eyes. He squints..and pushes the camera man back down on the log, causing the picture to shakes. It settles, as Hydro brushes off his sleeves. He tips his hat down, as his deep voice fills the ears of the audience::
(Hydrocyanic) As Mr. Fate here has mentioned, I am Hydrocyanic, and this is my partner, Physostigma. From here on out you can call us Veratrum Viride. But that should be the least of your concerns for the time being. Your concern is what we can do, and who we will choose to do it to. But where do "rookies" like us start? At the bottom with the inactive? If we must, it doesn't matter, they are just used to make us all look like good competitors. Well, Veratrum, doesn't need to be made to look good. We are good, and we'll show it as well. I am prepared today, and well ready to decide whom we will fight in our first match. Yes, they too have arrived, not that long ago, and are quite active. The team that I speak of, is that of, you guessed it. Bret, and Owen Hart. Also known as The Hart Foundation. You have been chosen to step forward and feel the effects of Arsenic.
::Physostigma kicks in::
(Physostigma) Bret, Owen, you've gone to the outer limits. Now would be a good time to hide, as I'd expect you to. Due to the fact you are being called out by the deadliest team to grace the grounds of the DIWF. I don't mean to make it sound like an opinion. It's pure fact. It's in the cycle of life. If you get hit by Veratrum Viride, I guarantee you will feel it, and won't soon forget it. To make it worse, you'll feel Arsenic too..which couldn't do more than worsen the symptoms. Your chance is here, your chance is now. Step forward and meet your end.
::Crimson once again, takes over::
(Crimson) Well, there you have it folks, straight from the horses mouth. Oh, and Bret, last night was nothing. You will soon find out what I mean, and thanks to you, so will your brother. Until next time.
::Camera shuts down::
