Post by TheButcher on Jun 22, 2016 0:46:34 GMT -5
[The Unknown sits in the office of the VP of Talent's office. You hear The Unknown scream obscenities in his ungodly, deep voice.. And, all of a sudden, there's a huge thud heard on the wall, and then what sounds like the solid oak desk being tossed over... The Unknown is seen opening the door, and you see a bloody VP on the floor, a big hole in the wall, and the oak desk on its side pinning the VP's leg on the floor.]
Security: What the hell did you do in there, Unknown?
The Unknown: SILENCE! You worthless Paul Blart rent-a-pig! It doesn't matter what I do, or what you see. I am that shadow you've heard about that's taking the WCF over piece-by-piece! But, I must warn you.. In the near-future, I won't be unknown to you, or any of the other rimjobs that stand in my path!
[The Unknown picks up the Security Guard, and Inverted Sidewalk Slam DDTs him onto the concrete floor. Then, The Unknown takes his finger and traces a cross on the guard's chest as he lies there motionless.]
**Producer runs up to The Unknown and tries to stop him from inflicting more pain and punishment***
Producer: OK, OK..what is going here? Why are you so enraged??
The Unknown: Why. Am. I. Enraged??? Are you Sigmund Freud? Do you see a couch? Go babysit Vic Viceroy instead?! After what he said about me being a 'tool.' Shit, he's still sucking his momma's tit. So, yea, I can be a tool. A damn power saw that will cut him down, and I'll be a sledgehammer that hits him so hard, that not only will he go over the top in the Battle Royal, but he will end up in the cheap seats! He's probably going to probably forget his wrestling tights, and having to end up wearing his lingerie because he slept-in and almost no shows the event.
Producer: OK, besides Vic.. What about the other...
The Unknown: SILENCE! You are just a slave to power bosses and the oligarchy here in 'High Heaven Row' full of Goodwill mismatched suits. So, was you going to say the other 6 ball sacs in the Battle Royal? As I said the last time, they are non-factors, and THEY are just mere mortal stepping stones on my way to the GOLD! They probably can't even apply a standing armbar on a 9th grader. So, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7...'Wannabes' will be dispatched in short fashion, and end up in the cheap seats like Dick Viceroy.
Producer: Well, onto onto another point you alluded to earlier, you won't be unknown to anyone in the near future? And, yes...why are you enraged besides Viceroy's comments?
The Unknown: The 2 questions go hand-in-hand, Slaveboy. My rage is increasing by each minute, hour, day... Because of what I have been through in my personal life, the politics of wrestling, and me explaining to the VP of what my plans are for myself.
Producer: What plans???
The Unknown: You will see the real Unknown...becoming known to all of WCF'S locker room and the whole WCF Universe. My rage can not be contained any longer, and my mask can't cover-up what is inside me. So, trust me.. Come Blast this weekend, part of my devious plan will unfold. The remaining plans will be forthcoming shortly thereafter. It's not anyone's birthday, but I will be pissing all over your happy party starting at Blast with a surprise, and ME winning the Battle Royal.. And, again, Viceroy.. Your hand will be raised alright. Raised by me when I break your arm, and work my way around. Did you, and all of the others, pay their health insurance premiums this month? If not, DO IT NOW! I will call ahead to the ER to make sure they have 7 beds ready, and a lot of materials for making casts for all of your broken bones! My lifetime of rage is now at its all-time high. So, that means big ass trouble for all of you jobbers in the Battle with me. At least on your resume, you can put down your job title as 'Jobber to a Star,' and length of employment: Almost 1 match. That will help you get a career in changing the urinal cakes at a place somewhere..
[The Unknown deeply laughs in a manaical tone.. As he gives the producer a big running lariat, then slowly marches away down the hall towards the exit.. Still laughing in his deep, ungodly tone...]
Security: What the hell did you do in there, Unknown?
The Unknown: SILENCE! You worthless Paul Blart rent-a-pig! It doesn't matter what I do, or what you see. I am that shadow you've heard about that's taking the WCF over piece-by-piece! But, I must warn you.. In the near-future, I won't be unknown to you, or any of the other rimjobs that stand in my path!
[The Unknown picks up the Security Guard, and Inverted Sidewalk Slam DDTs him onto the concrete floor. Then, The Unknown takes his finger and traces a cross on the guard's chest as he lies there motionless.]
**Producer runs up to The Unknown and tries to stop him from inflicting more pain and punishment***
Producer: OK, OK..what is going here? Why are you so enraged??
The Unknown: Why. Am. I. Enraged??? Are you Sigmund Freud? Do you see a couch? Go babysit Vic Viceroy instead?! After what he said about me being a 'tool.' Shit, he's still sucking his momma's tit. So, yea, I can be a tool. A damn power saw that will cut him down, and I'll be a sledgehammer that hits him so hard, that not only will he go over the top in the Battle Royal, but he will end up in the cheap seats! He's probably going to probably forget his wrestling tights, and having to end up wearing his lingerie because he slept-in and almost no shows the event.
Producer: OK, besides Vic.. What about the other...
The Unknown: SILENCE! You are just a slave to power bosses and the oligarchy here in 'High Heaven Row' full of Goodwill mismatched suits. So, was you going to say the other 6 ball sacs in the Battle Royal? As I said the last time, they are non-factors, and THEY are just mere mortal stepping stones on my way to the GOLD! They probably can't even apply a standing armbar on a 9th grader. So, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7...'Wannabes' will be dispatched in short fashion, and end up in the cheap seats like Dick Viceroy.
Producer: Well, onto onto another point you alluded to earlier, you won't be unknown to anyone in the near future? And, yes...why are you enraged besides Viceroy's comments?
The Unknown: The 2 questions go hand-in-hand, Slaveboy. My rage is increasing by each minute, hour, day... Because of what I have been through in my personal life, the politics of wrestling, and me explaining to the VP of what my plans are for myself.
Producer: What plans???
The Unknown: You will see the real Unknown...becoming known to all of WCF'S locker room and the whole WCF Universe. My rage can not be contained any longer, and my mask can't cover-up what is inside me. So, trust me.. Come Blast this weekend, part of my devious plan will unfold. The remaining plans will be forthcoming shortly thereafter. It's not anyone's birthday, but I will be pissing all over your happy party starting at Blast with a surprise, and ME winning the Battle Royal.. And, again, Viceroy.. Your hand will be raised alright. Raised by me when I break your arm, and work my way around. Did you, and all of the others, pay their health insurance premiums this month? If not, DO IT NOW! I will call ahead to the ER to make sure they have 7 beds ready, and a lot of materials for making casts for all of your broken bones! My lifetime of rage is now at its all-time high. So, that means big ass trouble for all of you jobbers in the Battle with me. At least on your resume, you can put down your job title as 'Jobber to a Star,' and length of employment: Almost 1 match. That will help you get a career in changing the urinal cakes at a place somewhere..
[The Unknown deeply laughs in a manaical tone.. As he gives the producer a big running lariat, then slowly marches away down the hall towards the exit.. Still laughing in his deep, ungodly tone...]
