Post by Corey Black on Jun 19, 2007 0:57:02 GMT -5
We open up to backstage at the Oprah show, Creeping Death sitting in the dressing room, puzzled look on his face.
Creeping Death: Man, Oprah really is a bitch. Fuck her and her stupid African schools. Like they need schooling. No, they need food and water you fucking bint.
As CD says "bint," Dehart enters the room, bewildered.
Dehart: Did you just say bint?
Creeping Death: Yeah ... what's wrong with that?
Dehart: Didn't Jack of Blades teach you that?
Creeping Death: Yeah, he's a bint too. Bints, cunts, and bitches all around. Fuck this place. She has the gall to try to turn my promotion for Thirteen (XIII) into a Dr. Phil session about my current WCF life? I'm on top of the world. Hardcore Title Ladder Match at Explosion, then it's all about Thirteen (XIII).
Dehart pulls a packet of papers out of his pocket and hands them to CD.
Dehart: Speaking of WCF ... signed my contract. Got a match for me at Thirteen (XIII)?
CD sits there and skims through the contract, smiling.
Creeping Death: Haha, I might. Either way, let's get out of here. The combination of Oprah and Danny Vice about makes me want to emo myself.
CD hands Dehart his contract and stands up, going to the door, and walking out of the dressing room. Creeping Death runs into Oprah's next guest, Britney Spears.
Britney Spears: Uh hey y'all. Nice to meet ya!
Britney extends her hand, trying to shake CD's.
Creeping Death: Do you use antibacterial soap, Britney?
Britney Spears: Anti-who?
Creeping Death simply walks past her, Dehart following, and just shaking his head. Britney has a quizzical look on her face. CD and Dehart walk down the hall a few feet.
Creeping Death: Such a shame. I used to want to bang her.
Dehart: Yeah, me too. What is this world coming to?
Creeping Death: AIDS. That is all.
As CD and Dehart reach the door to the parking lot, they're stopped by two giants of men. Big and black. Muscles where you don't even have places. Black suits with an ear piece, and dark sunglasses.
Man 1: Excuse me, sirs, but you dare disrespect the GODESS known as Oprah Winfrey?
Creeping Death looks back at Dehart, who has a smile.
Dehart: Big and black, just how Danny Vice likes them.
Creeping Death: Well, actually, the Twinkie Queen went against the plans of the interview, thus causing me to become upset. Furthermore, she allowed Vice on her show, which would equal the importance of Maven showing up on Ellen.
Man 2: Maven who?
Creeping Death: Exactly.
CD presses his way past the two men, Dehart following yet again. The guys simply shrug and quickly snatch a box of twinkies from a table.
Outside in the parking lot, CD and Dehart walk over to CD's black 300c. They open their respetive doors, Lambo style, get in, and close the doors back down. The cameraman enters the backseat and continues filming.
Dehart: So what is Vice's deal?
Creeping Death: Oh something about me costing him the Hardcore Title ... in a match I was a part of, no less. There is no grounds for revenge if I was partaking in said match. Whatever, fuck him, I'll have enough to talk about when we get to the interview with Hank Brown. Now though, we have to go home and catch Larry King Live.
Dehart: ... are you serious?
Creeping Death: Yep.
CD starts up his car and the scene fades out.
Creeping Death: Man, Oprah really is a bitch. Fuck her and her stupid African schools. Like they need schooling. No, they need food and water you fucking bint.
As CD says "bint," Dehart enters the room, bewildered.
Dehart: Did you just say bint?
Creeping Death: Yeah ... what's wrong with that?
Dehart: Didn't Jack of Blades teach you that?
Creeping Death: Yeah, he's a bint too. Bints, cunts, and bitches all around. Fuck this place. She has the gall to try to turn my promotion for Thirteen (XIII) into a Dr. Phil session about my current WCF life? I'm on top of the world. Hardcore Title Ladder Match at Explosion, then it's all about Thirteen (XIII).
Dehart pulls a packet of papers out of his pocket and hands them to CD.
Dehart: Speaking of WCF ... signed my contract. Got a match for me at Thirteen (XIII)?
CD sits there and skims through the contract, smiling.
Creeping Death: Haha, I might. Either way, let's get out of here. The combination of Oprah and Danny Vice about makes me want to emo myself.
CD hands Dehart his contract and stands up, going to the door, and walking out of the dressing room. Creeping Death runs into Oprah's next guest, Britney Spears.
Britney Spears: Uh hey y'all. Nice to meet ya!
Britney extends her hand, trying to shake CD's.
Creeping Death: Do you use antibacterial soap, Britney?
Britney Spears: Anti-who?
Creeping Death simply walks past her, Dehart following, and just shaking his head. Britney has a quizzical look on her face. CD and Dehart walk down the hall a few feet.
Creeping Death: Such a shame. I used to want to bang her.
Dehart: Yeah, me too. What is this world coming to?
Creeping Death: AIDS. That is all.
As CD and Dehart reach the door to the parking lot, they're stopped by two giants of men. Big and black. Muscles where you don't even have places. Black suits with an ear piece, and dark sunglasses.
Man 1: Excuse me, sirs, but you dare disrespect the GODESS known as Oprah Winfrey?
Creeping Death looks back at Dehart, who has a smile.
Dehart: Big and black, just how Danny Vice likes them.
Creeping Death: Well, actually, the Twinkie Queen went against the plans of the interview, thus causing me to become upset. Furthermore, she allowed Vice on her show, which would equal the importance of Maven showing up on Ellen.
Man 2: Maven who?
Creeping Death: Exactly.
CD presses his way past the two men, Dehart following yet again. The guys simply shrug and quickly snatch a box of twinkies from a table.
Outside in the parking lot, CD and Dehart walk over to CD's black 300c. They open their respetive doors, Lambo style, get in, and close the doors back down. The cameraman enters the backseat and continues filming.
Dehart: So what is Vice's deal?
Creeping Death: Oh something about me costing him the Hardcore Title ... in a match I was a part of, no less. There is no grounds for revenge if I was partaking in said match. Whatever, fuck him, I'll have enough to talk about when we get to the interview with Hank Brown. Now though, we have to go home and catch Larry King Live.
Dehart: ... are you serious?
Creeping Death: Yep.
CD starts up his car and the scene fades out.
