Post by Corey Black on Jul 3, 2006 3:07:12 GMT -5
We open up to Creeping Death walking along a hallway in the back of the WCF Arena.
Creeping Death: So, Reckless Jack comes back from his eighty third retirement, only to stick his nose into Torture's business? Alright, alright, I guess if he wants us to send him into his eighty fourth retirement, I'll be happy to throw the pain party in the ring on Slam.
CD keeps on walking and a noise is heard. The noise of a large animal, possibly a horse. Creeping Death peeks around the corner and notices a locker room door open. He walks over to it, and in magic marker, it has "Rick Mad" written on the door. CD peeks inside, and sees a couch with the donkey behind it. Upon further investigation, and by that I mean he takes one step in, he sees the donkey is acutally penetrating the couch. The donkey stands there with it's front legs on the couch, with multi-colored hair, going mostly black covering one eye, wearing black eyeliner and it's wrists are slit, bleeding everywhere. Rick Mad is riding the donkey.
Rick Mad: Yeah RidonkEMO, FUCK MY COUCH!
RidonkEMO: I need to go write in my journal and think about suicide.
Rick Mad: Shut up, RidonkEMO. Keep fucking my couch.
RidonkEMO: I do as I'm told.
Creeping Death: Rick, didn't you come back for one night?
Rick Mad: And it's the best night of my life! Whoooo! I'ma get some!
Creeping Death slowly backs out of the locker room and closes the door.
Creeping Death: I really ... really didn't need to see that. This interview is over. I need to go take thirty showers. Ew.
Scene fades out.
Creeping Death: So, Reckless Jack comes back from his eighty third retirement, only to stick his nose into Torture's business? Alright, alright, I guess if he wants us to send him into his eighty fourth retirement, I'll be happy to throw the pain party in the ring on Slam.
CD keeps on walking and a noise is heard. The noise of a large animal, possibly a horse. Creeping Death peeks around the corner and notices a locker room door open. He walks over to it, and in magic marker, it has "Rick Mad" written on the door. CD peeks inside, and sees a couch with the donkey behind it. Upon further investigation, and by that I mean he takes one step in, he sees the donkey is acutally penetrating the couch. The donkey stands there with it's front legs on the couch, with multi-colored hair, going mostly black covering one eye, wearing black eyeliner and it's wrists are slit, bleeding everywhere. Rick Mad is riding the donkey.
Rick Mad: Yeah RidonkEMO, FUCK MY COUCH!
RidonkEMO: I need to go write in my journal and think about suicide.
Rick Mad: Shut up, RidonkEMO. Keep fucking my couch.
RidonkEMO: I do as I'm told.
Creeping Death: Rick, didn't you come back for one night?
Rick Mad: And it's the best night of my life! Whoooo! I'ma get some!
Creeping Death slowly backs out of the locker room and closes the door.
Creeping Death: I really ... really didn't need to see that. This interview is over. I need to go take thirty showers. Ew.
Scene fades out.
