Post by TheFear on Feb 12, 2012 16:35:32 GMT -5
*The scene opens up having the entrance of the famous “Hard Rock Café” in New York City as the main focus. As the camera zooms in the front door, the door opens up and Jason Fear steps out with his usual grin. He steps closer to the camera.*
Jason Fear: Hey there, all you knuckleheads watching, all of you should know where I’m at. I’m here in the best city this country has to offer. My hometown New York City and that’s not the best part. I’m standing in front of the Hard Rock Café where the best of the best in rock in roll are appreciated for their greatness in talent and their impact in the music world. Now, I don’t know what you guys think but I really was looking forward to finding one of the best rockers of our generation, Zombie McMorris in here. I mean the man has got talent. With the help of my good friend John here (Hard Rock Employee) were gonna make this possible.
Hard Rock Employee: Sir…the name is James and I don’t think this is allowed.
Jason Fear: John, James, whatever, I told you to fucking stick to the script so shut up and display good service for us.
*They enter the door, they go downstairs where a lot of the exhibitions are hailed.*
Jason Fear: So James tells us more about this right here.
Hard Rock Employee: Well these are the four grey suits worn by the legendary members of the Beatles. These were first used on...
Jason Fear: Yea, Yea continue. I didn’t come here to see this, where’s the Great Zombie McMorris?
Hard Rock Employee: I told you there no such thing.
Jason Fear: You know what? I’m gonna have to take it from here. You obviously have no idea what you’re doing in here. Get out of my fucking sight before I call up the fucking manager of this shithole and tell him a thing or two
.
*The man walks away shaking his head*
Jason Fear: Now that I got that out the way let’s move on to bigger and better things.
*As Fear walks he spots a taped up poster of Zombie McMorris he obviously put up without anyone noticing*
Jason Fear: Finally, What we’ve all been eager to see, some appreciation for the man and his talents. Zombie McMorris, all my respect goes to all the work he’s put in to giving his audience what they love to hear. Okay, Okay enough of the blabbering, look let’s get to the point. I’ve heard about things you’ve done in the past and hey you’re not bad at all. In my eyes you’re someone who doesn’t back down from no task but the problem is I’m not a task. A task is something you must finish; I’m something you must deal with. Let’s get thing straight here you coke sniffing, cash missing, Gene Simmons wannabe son of a fucking bitch. Don’t come at me with your “World tour 69” bullshit. You’re only on the road because you aint got a home dirtbag. Just tell everyone what you really mean, “Wishin For a 69”. You really In need of something better to do.
*Jason Fear rips off the poster and begins to write on it with a sharpie”
Jason Fear: I mean really, you’re like every typical scumbag I’ve faced in the ring throughout my career; extremely confident and declaring false guarantees. You have to learn when to stop using opinions and to start facing the facts. You’re obviously not intimidated when you’re miles away but on Slam you will have no choice but to face The Fear and nothing only face The Fear but actually feel The Fear. Once you enter that ring on Sunday your only ounce of aggression will become as thin as the strings of your unturned guitar.
*Jason Fear looks closely into the camera, picks up the poster but doesn’t show what he’d written *
Jason Fear: You must understand something Junkyard jerk off. I’m here to stay, and you’re certainly nothing not the one who will detour my words. You’re another obstacle I must move out the way or in more relevant terms you’re another act I must get through before the real concert begins. By the end of our match I leave you lying on the mat, but don’t worry that sledge hammer will leave the same side effects as that powder you oh so love to snort. My career has been based on finishing people that share your same mindset.
*The poster now reads “In loving Memory of the Great Zombie McMorshit, You have successfully pissed me off enough to end you”*
Jason Fear: You’ve never amounted to nothing more than a guitarist with minimal potential but at least you’ll end up like Kurt Cobain, I mean that might be something to be proud of right? (smirks) Happy Trials.
*Jason Fear drops the poster and leaves the scene. The camera then focuses on the poster on the floor as it starts to fade.*
Jason Fear: Hey there, all you knuckleheads watching, all of you should know where I’m at. I’m here in the best city this country has to offer. My hometown New York City and that’s not the best part. I’m standing in front of the Hard Rock Café where the best of the best in rock in roll are appreciated for their greatness in talent and their impact in the music world. Now, I don’t know what you guys think but I really was looking forward to finding one of the best rockers of our generation, Zombie McMorris in here. I mean the man has got talent. With the help of my good friend John here (Hard Rock Employee) were gonna make this possible.
Hard Rock Employee: Sir…the name is James and I don’t think this is allowed.
Jason Fear: John, James, whatever, I told you to fucking stick to the script so shut up and display good service for us.
*They enter the door, they go downstairs where a lot of the exhibitions are hailed.*
Jason Fear: So James tells us more about this right here.
Hard Rock Employee: Well these are the four grey suits worn by the legendary members of the Beatles. These were first used on...
Jason Fear: Yea, Yea continue. I didn’t come here to see this, where’s the Great Zombie McMorris?
Hard Rock Employee: I told you there no such thing.
Jason Fear: You know what? I’m gonna have to take it from here. You obviously have no idea what you’re doing in here. Get out of my fucking sight before I call up the fucking manager of this shithole and tell him a thing or two
.
*The man walks away shaking his head*
Jason Fear: Now that I got that out the way let’s move on to bigger and better things.
*As Fear walks he spots a taped up poster of Zombie McMorris he obviously put up without anyone noticing*
Jason Fear: Finally, What we’ve all been eager to see, some appreciation for the man and his talents. Zombie McMorris, all my respect goes to all the work he’s put in to giving his audience what they love to hear. Okay, Okay enough of the blabbering, look let’s get to the point. I’ve heard about things you’ve done in the past and hey you’re not bad at all. In my eyes you’re someone who doesn’t back down from no task but the problem is I’m not a task. A task is something you must finish; I’m something you must deal with. Let’s get thing straight here you coke sniffing, cash missing, Gene Simmons wannabe son of a fucking bitch. Don’t come at me with your “World tour 69” bullshit. You’re only on the road because you aint got a home dirtbag. Just tell everyone what you really mean, “Wishin For a 69”. You really In need of something better to do.
*Jason Fear rips off the poster and begins to write on it with a sharpie”
Jason Fear: I mean really, you’re like every typical scumbag I’ve faced in the ring throughout my career; extremely confident and declaring false guarantees. You have to learn when to stop using opinions and to start facing the facts. You’re obviously not intimidated when you’re miles away but on Slam you will have no choice but to face The Fear and nothing only face The Fear but actually feel The Fear. Once you enter that ring on Sunday your only ounce of aggression will become as thin as the strings of your unturned guitar.
*Jason Fear looks closely into the camera, picks up the poster but doesn’t show what he’d written *
Jason Fear: You must understand something Junkyard jerk off. I’m here to stay, and you’re certainly nothing not the one who will detour my words. You’re another obstacle I must move out the way or in more relevant terms you’re another act I must get through before the real concert begins. By the end of our match I leave you lying on the mat, but don’t worry that sledge hammer will leave the same side effects as that powder you oh so love to snort. My career has been based on finishing people that share your same mindset.
*The poster now reads “In loving Memory of the Great Zombie McMorshit, You have successfully pissed me off enough to end you”*
Jason Fear: You’ve never amounted to nothing more than a guitarist with minimal potential but at least you’ll end up like Kurt Cobain, I mean that might be something to be proud of right? (smirks) Happy Trials.
*Jason Fear drops the poster and leaves the scene. The camera then focuses on the poster on the floor as it starts to fade.*
