Post by "The Wolf" Conrad Howell on Sept 8, 2006 21:05:41 GMT -5
(The camera fades in on a building that has a huge skull with swirling eyes incasing the doorway. The sign on the side of the build that says Vortex. As the door to the building opens the lovely Shanon walks out wearing a long black chemise, a sweetheart Victorian corset, and high heels. She is followed by “The Wolf” Conrad Howell with a new short hair cut, sunglasses, a black skintight shirt, his black Utilikilt and Black boots. You can also see a bandage around one of his knees as he walks with a slit limp over to the camera)
Conrad: First off I would like to congratulate JJ Biggs and Ace for getting the pin and becoming the new number one contenders to the tag titles. It just goes to show that even a blind squirrel can find a nut in the dead of winter. (Conrad then removes his sunglasses to reveal wolf like eyes) But I don’t care that much, it just postpones the inevitable. The Sick Individuals with have gold soon enough, weather it be tag team or singles. But first we have to face the Brotherhood once more. And if their performance in our last match is any indication, even with a slight injury to my knee it should be a piece of cake, or is it pie?
(With a loud bang the doors swing open again and out walks the “Suicide King” Chad Allen in his normal Kill Yourself T-shirt, Black jeans and his black trench coat.)
Chad:There you two are. I ran into two fans of the Brotherhood inside and the two window lickers tried to pick a fight with me. [/COLOR]
(Looking down Chad sees a spot on his Suicide King KILL YOURSELF t-shirt.) {At the bottom of the screen flashes.
On sale at www.cafepress.com/jesterwear or wherever fine merchandise is sold...}
Chad:That piece of shit got Tard-ter sauce on my shirt. [/COLOR]
Conrad: That little speck.
Chad:Yes, now I'm fucking mad. Your fans just earned you a two the beating of a life time. No Games, just a good old fashion ass kicking. Your suicide will not be painless after I’m done.[/COLOR]
(Chad walks off ranting and kicks the walker out from an old man that is passing by.)
Conrad: Brotherhood, go ahead and eat your olive sandwiches and do whatever it is you do with your mailbox. Nothing will Change the fact that the Sick Individuals will show no mercy come this Sunday and the only neck that will be broken are the ones that suffer from a Quick Drop With a Sudden Stop.
(From out of nowhere Chad enters the picture)
Chad: But feat not the Prozac Powerbomb will ease the Pain from my Assisted Suicide.[/COLOR]
(Chad and Conrad walk to a car and open door)
Shanon: [/COLOR]The Beating will Continue till morality is improved.
(All three then get into a car and Drive off as you hear Chad’s evil Laugh fade in the distance.)
Conrad: First off I would like to congratulate JJ Biggs and Ace for getting the pin and becoming the new number one contenders to the tag titles. It just goes to show that even a blind squirrel can find a nut in the dead of winter. (Conrad then removes his sunglasses to reveal wolf like eyes) But I don’t care that much, it just postpones the inevitable. The Sick Individuals with have gold soon enough, weather it be tag team or singles. But first we have to face the Brotherhood once more. And if their performance in our last match is any indication, even with a slight injury to my knee it should be a piece of cake, or is it pie?
(With a loud bang the doors swing open again and out walks the “Suicide King” Chad Allen in his normal Kill Yourself T-shirt, Black jeans and his black trench coat.)
Chad:There you two are. I ran into two fans of the Brotherhood inside and the two window lickers tried to pick a fight with me. [/COLOR]
(Looking down Chad sees a spot on his Suicide King KILL YOURSELF t-shirt.) {At the bottom of the screen flashes.
On sale at www.cafepress.com/jesterwear or wherever fine merchandise is sold...}
Chad:That piece of shit got Tard-ter sauce on my shirt. [/COLOR]
Conrad: That little speck.
Chad:Yes, now I'm fucking mad. Your fans just earned you a two the beating of a life time. No Games, just a good old fashion ass kicking. Your suicide will not be painless after I’m done.[/COLOR]
(Chad walks off ranting and kicks the walker out from an old man that is passing by.)
Conrad: Brotherhood, go ahead and eat your olive sandwiches and do whatever it is you do with your mailbox. Nothing will Change the fact that the Sick Individuals will show no mercy come this Sunday and the only neck that will be broken are the ones that suffer from a Quick Drop With a Sudden Stop.
(From out of nowhere Chad enters the picture)
Chad: But feat not the Prozac Powerbomb will ease the Pain from my Assisted Suicide.[/COLOR]
(Chad and Conrad walk to a car and open door)
Shanon: [/COLOR]The Beating will Continue till morality is improved.
(All three then get into a car and Drive off as you hear Chad’s evil Laugh fade in the distance.)
