Post by Diablo on Dec 14, 2013 15:39:27 GMT -5
A man stands in front of a building with smoke billowing out from inside. An explosion is heard as people run out of the building. Body parts fly in all directions seconds before the flames disintegrate them. The reporter, Looking on from a safe distance away begins to speak.
Richard Cranium: This is roving reporter Richard Cranium standing outside what used to be the Channel Five studios. Smoke began billowing out moments ago just before a loud explosion rocked the area. Wait a minute, We are now getting a live feed from inside the building. we go live now.
A camera can be seen sitting on a tripod facing a wall of flames. The flames seem to burn brighter and brighter until they look like they are about to explode. Suddenly Diablo steps out from the flames and they begin to die down behind him. He looks into the camera with flames dancing in his eyes as he begins to speak.
Diablo: Can you feel the heat? It's about to get hotter in here than Sarah Twilight at a biker rally. My name ain't no fucking Santa Clause but you better believe I've been taking a list and checking it twice. I see a couple of bitches out there now about to piss their pants they are so scared. That's because they know that I will expose them for the pussies they really are. That's right, I said that shit.
Diablo raises his left hand and sends a ball of flames shooting out towards the camera.
Diablo: Your not afraid of a little fire are you? Don't worry, I won't burn you too bad. Unless you really piss me off. I see another Diablo out there. I wonder how hot he can stand it? Maybe he doesn't deserve to even have the same name as me. Perhaps I'll just call him Calzone. Funny how that name remind me of something. Like that piss ass bitch Corzone. That's one strike against you from the jump.
Diablo strikes a match and blows out a fireball screaming towards the camera.
Diablo: This isn't going to be very pretty and it is sure to leave some scars. You see, If you play with fire you get burned. Imagine the damage I can do, And I'm not playing. The thermostat is on the rise, It's starting to heat up already. Can you feel the heat? You will, You really will. I promise.
Suddenly there is another explosion and the whole building disappears in a cloud of smoke. Nothing is left except for a gaping hole in the middle of the plot where the building once stood. The reporter looks on astonished with his eyes wide open and his mouth gaping. He moves his hand across his throat to signal cut as the screen goes black.
