Post by Tim on Mar 2, 2014 12:42:14 GMT -5
Summary:
Our hero, Endorphin, discovers that Roscoe Shame was a former football player. So, he decides to experience the game himself. However, chaos may ensure.
We open up the scene, where we are at a football field. There's a team of blue practicing for some upcoming game. Suddenly, our masked hero Endorphin comes in and watches them on a bench. It's just usual practice between the primary and secondary line-ups. Just like any other high school. It's....normal.
Endorphin: BOOOOOOORIIIIINGGG!!!!
The football players look at him, irritated.
Endoprhin: YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE HIPPOS HUGGING EACH OTHER AND ROLLING AROUND THE GROUND LIKE FUCKING PIGS! GIVE ME SOME BONE CRUSHING AND VIOLENCE!
Before the football players could respond, a fat old man comes out.
Fat Old Man: What the hell is going on?!
Player #55: Sir! That guy is interrupting our football practice!
Endorphin: MORE LIKE A FUCKING MILITARY DRILL! YOU EVEN CALL YOUR COACH 'SIR', YOU FUCKING SUCK-UP!
Coach: Young man, I don't tolerate anyone disrupting our sessions. I demand to know why you're here!
Endorphin: Jeez, calm down. Look, I'm just here to play some football.
The football players look at each other, then burst out in laughter.
Player #2: You?! A skinny shrimp like you won't even stand a chance!
Endorphin: Well, we'll see when we go 1-on-11.
Player #23: Sure! Whatever, it's your funeral!
The players walk off as Endorphin looks at the coach.
Coach: You might wanna change your mind. My team is really strong.
Endorphin: Well, I have to reap what I sow. Where's the armor?
We see Endorphin in a black football outfit, full black. He stood there, waiting for the opposing team to punt the pigskin to come towards him. He looked up and saw it spinning and falling. Catching it, he began to charge towards this huge wave of opposition.
The epic battle had begun, when he delivered the first blow.
A clothesline.
Bones were broken, punches were delivered, heads were crushed and limbs were snapped. Bloodcurling screams filled the entire football field as the one man army charged towards the opposition goal. It was a gruesome battle for the ball as these two teams fought.
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...
Well actually in a less dramatic fashion, Endorphin simply snuck his way out of the crossfire as he ran freely to the goal. When he reached there, he slammed the ball on the ground.
Endorphin: TOUCHDOWN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
He runs towards the cameraman and crashes into him as he celebrates his goal. The coach was staring in disbelief as if his hot cougar wife was fucking another dude. In the end, it was the players that injured themselves because of their stupidity.
Endorphin: Listen up, Roscoe Shame! What you just saw was nothing compared to what kind of football you've done. This ain't NFL, NCAA, XFL or whatever crap you were been before!
He looked closer into the camera.
Endorphin: THIS! IS! NATURAL! MOTION! FOOTBALL!!!
He began screaming like a maniac into the camera.
Endorphin: And I'll show you why you really live up to your name on Slam.
Scene ends.
Our hero, Endorphin, discovers that Roscoe Shame was a former football player. So, he decides to experience the game himself. However, chaos may ensure.
We open up the scene, where we are at a football field. There's a team of blue practicing for some upcoming game. Suddenly, our masked hero Endorphin comes in and watches them on a bench. It's just usual practice between the primary and secondary line-ups. Just like any other high school. It's....normal.
Endorphin: BOOOOOOORIIIIINGGG!!!!
The football players look at him, irritated.
Endoprhin: YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE HIPPOS HUGGING EACH OTHER AND ROLLING AROUND THE GROUND LIKE FUCKING PIGS! GIVE ME SOME BONE CRUSHING AND VIOLENCE!
Before the football players could respond, a fat old man comes out.
Fat Old Man: What the hell is going on?!
Player #55: Sir! That guy is interrupting our football practice!
Endorphin: MORE LIKE A FUCKING MILITARY DRILL! YOU EVEN CALL YOUR COACH 'SIR', YOU FUCKING SUCK-UP!
Coach: Young man, I don't tolerate anyone disrupting our sessions. I demand to know why you're here!
Endorphin: Jeez, calm down. Look, I'm just here to play some football.
The football players look at each other, then burst out in laughter.
Player #2: You?! A skinny shrimp like you won't even stand a chance!
Endorphin: Well, we'll see when we go 1-on-11.
Player #23: Sure! Whatever, it's your funeral!
The players walk off as Endorphin looks at the coach.
Coach: You might wanna change your mind. My team is really strong.
Endorphin: Well, I have to reap what I sow. Where's the armor?
We see Endorphin in a black football outfit, full black. He stood there, waiting for the opposing team to punt the pigskin to come towards him. He looked up and saw it spinning and falling. Catching it, he began to charge towards this huge wave of opposition.
The epic battle had begun, when he delivered the first blow.
A clothesline.
Bones were broken, punches were delivered, heads were crushed and limbs were snapped. Bloodcurling screams filled the entire football field as the one man army charged towards the opposition goal. It was a gruesome battle for the ball as these two teams fought.
...
...
...
Well actually in a less dramatic fashion, Endorphin simply snuck his way out of the crossfire as he ran freely to the goal. When he reached there, he slammed the ball on the ground.
Endorphin: TOUCHDOWN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
He runs towards the cameraman and crashes into him as he celebrates his goal. The coach was staring in disbelief as if his hot cougar wife was fucking another dude. In the end, it was the players that injured themselves because of their stupidity.
Endorphin: Listen up, Roscoe Shame! What you just saw was nothing compared to what kind of football you've done. This ain't NFL, NCAA, XFL or whatever crap you were been before!
He looked closer into the camera.
Endorphin: THIS! IS! NATURAL! MOTION! FOOTBALL!!!
He began screaming like a maniac into the camera.
Endorphin: And I'll show you why you really live up to your name on Slam.
Scene ends.
