Post by genocide on Feb 10, 2006 20:14:26 GMT -5
The scene opens inside of a black car. The windows are tinted, and the car is speeding down a street on a foggy, overcast winter day. The ground is wet, and as the car drives over puddles, water shoots sideways.
The camera cuts inside of the car, where "Dangerous" Darryl Black and Genocide are seated. Black is donning a white suit and a top hat, with matching shoes. Genocide has on a black suit with sunglasses. His long black hair is in a ponytail and looks as if it is still wet.
DDB: This interview is going to be great for us.
Genocide: Who is it with again?
DDB: Some Wichita Radio station. They think it's "grand" that someone has actually made something of themselves from this deadbeat hellhole. Just go in there, state that you are the man, period. Give a few BS lines, and then tell the puny fuck to go fuck off.
Genocide: You know, I heard that snakes can reproduce spontaneously. They have both male and female sex organs. That's why, when you don't like someone, you call them a snake. Because they can literally go fuck themselves!
The unseen driver lets out a chuckle, as does Genocide. Black looks down and rubs his forhead. He seems irritated, but what could he do to the monster?
DDB: Comon' jokes like that won't get you anywhere. What, are you a fucking comedian? No! You are a fighter. You beat the hell out of people, and you earn your respect like that. These 5 punks you fight on Slam won't respect you with shit like that. I know you're funny. You know you're funny. Just keep it like that. What we want to change is how people think of you. You are a machine. And you will destroy everyone in your path.
The two settle down, and Genocide goes back to his mean look. The car comes to a stop, and both men get out of the car. Outside is a sign in a large lawn that says "KWOD: 106.5." In the middle of the lawn is a long cement pathway leading to a double door of a building. The two start to walk up the path. Water is sprinkling down from th sky, causing little water pellets to splatter on either man's suit. As the two walk in, they are greeted by a puny white man with a green button up shirt, khaki pants, blond beard, bald head, headset, and clipboard. He looks at the clipboard, then at the men. He glances down quickly at the clipboard, and then back up, again. His nametag reads "Stu"
Stu: You must be the two rasslers. Come on down to studio C. We've been waiting for you for quite a while. The show starts in 10 minutes.
As the three start walking down the dimmed narrow hall, Stu starts moving ahead and talking to himself.
Stu: God, I hate working with "celebrities". Especially one's whose brains are already so filled up with steriods that they can't even be on time for a damned interview. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should've went to that junior college. But noooo, I just had to be in the music business. God I'm stupid!
They arrive at studio C, and walk in. The room is filled with a desk, 4 reclining desk chairs, and a green backdrop with the radio stations trademark frisbee with "106.5" in the middle on it. Two white men are already in 2 chairs, having a laugh. They see Genocide and Black, and immediatly get up to shake hands. Genocide skips the handshake, and immedialty sits down in a chair. Black quickly follows.
Man 1: Hey, I'm Dillon, and this is Skeeter. We're the hosts of the Noon Lunatics, and glade to have you aboard today. The show starts pretty quick, then we can get down to business. Sound good?
Genocide has a questioning look on his face.
Genocide: Isn't Skeeter a fucking cartoon character from Doug?
Skeeter: Well, uh, uh.....yea I guess. But this was what I was named at birth. Sorry.....
Before Genocide can comment back, Black hits him. The red "On-Air" sign lights up. The "Chariots of Fire" theme song comes on, then stops with a mix of "In the End" by Linkin Park.
Dillon: Hey everybody out there. It;s the raz-to-the-maz-catching a big boned bass. I'm Dillon.
Skeeter: Skeet-man here.
Dillon: And where.....
Simaltaneously: The Noon Lunatics!!!
Genocide and Black both have puzzled looks on their faces. Genocides quickly turns to anger and disgusted.
Dillon:Everybody: Today we have a special treat. He's a new member of the WCF roster, Wichita's own: Genocide!!!(Lower voice) Along him as always: "Dangerous" Darryl Black.
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool starts to play for a moment. After a second it fades and goes into sounds of cheers. That quickly dies down.
Skeeter: Alright boys, thanks for being here.
DDB: You're welcome.
Dillon: Now, Mr. Black, how did you choose that outstanding piece of clothing? It is fabolous!
Black smiles to himself for a moment. He is proud of his loud clothing style.
DDB: Well I-
Genocide: Cut the crap! I'm here right now for one reason, and one reason only- to tell everyone of the 3 braindead hillbilly farmer fans that are listening to this meaningless show that I will cause hell come Sunday Slam. It doesn't matter who I face, I will destroy them, as I have said all along. If you get in my path, you get murdered. 5 other men will step into the ring with me on Sunday, and careers will be ruined. I get 5 minutes of pure fun in destroying these 5 jobbers and making my first mark on the WCF. Now, one person has already had balls in saying stuff about me. Victory, you've got guts, messing with me. You've got shit for brains, but you've got guts. This Sunday, guts just might let you escape without being fired, but they won't save you from being beaten on until the last second off of that clock is gone.
Skeeter: Wow, big words from a big man. Believe me folks, he is. Which leads me to my next question: How did you get so cut? I mean-
DDB: Hey, this is done. Genocide has come in, said what he needed to, and now we are leaving this God foresaken pathetic excuse of a town. Gentleman, Ang Lee called: I do believe that he needs two more gay cowboys for Brokeback Mountain 2: Back in the Saddle.
Skeeter and Dillon look at each other shocked. Genocide and Black get up. Genocide kicks his chair over, making a loud noise. The two leave, and walk down the hall.
Stu: Hey you can't leave! We just started!
Genocide: Fuck you!
The two get outside, and hurry into their car. They get in and roll the window down. They look into the camera.
DDB: This Sunday, the fans, staff, and roster of the WCF will realize why Genocide is not just his name.
Genocide: It's my game!!!
The two roll the windows up and hurry off. The scene fades to black with tire marks and smoke from the cars tires.
The camera cuts inside of the car, where "Dangerous" Darryl Black and Genocide are seated. Black is donning a white suit and a top hat, with matching shoes. Genocide has on a black suit with sunglasses. His long black hair is in a ponytail and looks as if it is still wet.
DDB: This interview is going to be great for us.
Genocide: Who is it with again?
DDB: Some Wichita Radio station. They think it's "grand" that someone has actually made something of themselves from this deadbeat hellhole. Just go in there, state that you are the man, period. Give a few BS lines, and then tell the puny fuck to go fuck off.
Genocide: You know, I heard that snakes can reproduce spontaneously. They have both male and female sex organs. That's why, when you don't like someone, you call them a snake. Because they can literally go fuck themselves!
The unseen driver lets out a chuckle, as does Genocide. Black looks down and rubs his forhead. He seems irritated, but what could he do to the monster?
DDB: Comon' jokes like that won't get you anywhere. What, are you a fucking comedian? No! You are a fighter. You beat the hell out of people, and you earn your respect like that. These 5 punks you fight on Slam won't respect you with shit like that. I know you're funny. You know you're funny. Just keep it like that. What we want to change is how people think of you. You are a machine. And you will destroy everyone in your path.
The two settle down, and Genocide goes back to his mean look. The car comes to a stop, and both men get out of the car. Outside is a sign in a large lawn that says "KWOD: 106.5." In the middle of the lawn is a long cement pathway leading to a double door of a building. The two start to walk up the path. Water is sprinkling down from th sky, causing little water pellets to splatter on either man's suit. As the two walk in, they are greeted by a puny white man with a green button up shirt, khaki pants, blond beard, bald head, headset, and clipboard. He looks at the clipboard, then at the men. He glances down quickly at the clipboard, and then back up, again. His nametag reads "Stu"
Stu: You must be the two rasslers. Come on down to studio C. We've been waiting for you for quite a while. The show starts in 10 minutes.
As the three start walking down the dimmed narrow hall, Stu starts moving ahead and talking to himself.
Stu: God, I hate working with "celebrities". Especially one's whose brains are already so filled up with steriods that they can't even be on time for a damned interview. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should've went to that junior college. But noooo, I just had to be in the music business. God I'm stupid!
They arrive at studio C, and walk in. The room is filled with a desk, 4 reclining desk chairs, and a green backdrop with the radio stations trademark frisbee with "106.5" in the middle on it. Two white men are already in 2 chairs, having a laugh. They see Genocide and Black, and immediatly get up to shake hands. Genocide skips the handshake, and immedialty sits down in a chair. Black quickly follows.
Man 1: Hey, I'm Dillon, and this is Skeeter. We're the hosts of the Noon Lunatics, and glade to have you aboard today. The show starts pretty quick, then we can get down to business. Sound good?
Genocide has a questioning look on his face.
Genocide: Isn't Skeeter a fucking cartoon character from Doug?
Skeeter: Well, uh, uh.....yea I guess. But this was what I was named at birth. Sorry.....
Before Genocide can comment back, Black hits him. The red "On-Air" sign lights up. The "Chariots of Fire" theme song comes on, then stops with a mix of "In the End" by Linkin Park.
Dillon: Hey everybody out there. It;s the raz-to-the-maz-catching a big boned bass. I'm Dillon.
Skeeter: Skeet-man here.
Dillon: And where.....
Simaltaneously: The Noon Lunatics!!!
Genocide and Black both have puzzled looks on their faces. Genocides quickly turns to anger and disgusted.
Dillon:Everybody: Today we have a special treat. He's a new member of the WCF roster, Wichita's own: Genocide!!!(Lower voice) Along him as always: "Dangerous" Darryl Black.
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool starts to play for a moment. After a second it fades and goes into sounds of cheers. That quickly dies down.
Skeeter: Alright boys, thanks for being here.
DDB: You're welcome.
Dillon: Now, Mr. Black, how did you choose that outstanding piece of clothing? It is fabolous!
Black smiles to himself for a moment. He is proud of his loud clothing style.
DDB: Well I-
Genocide: Cut the crap! I'm here right now for one reason, and one reason only- to tell everyone of the 3 braindead hillbilly farmer fans that are listening to this meaningless show that I will cause hell come Sunday Slam. It doesn't matter who I face, I will destroy them, as I have said all along. If you get in my path, you get murdered. 5 other men will step into the ring with me on Sunday, and careers will be ruined. I get 5 minutes of pure fun in destroying these 5 jobbers and making my first mark on the WCF. Now, one person has already had balls in saying stuff about me. Victory, you've got guts, messing with me. You've got shit for brains, but you've got guts. This Sunday, guts just might let you escape without being fired, but they won't save you from being beaten on until the last second off of that clock is gone.
Skeeter: Wow, big words from a big man. Believe me folks, he is. Which leads me to my next question: How did you get so cut? I mean-
DDB: Hey, this is done. Genocide has come in, said what he needed to, and now we are leaving this God foresaken pathetic excuse of a town. Gentleman, Ang Lee called: I do believe that he needs two more gay cowboys for Brokeback Mountain 2: Back in the Saddle.
Skeeter and Dillon look at each other shocked. Genocide and Black get up. Genocide kicks his chair over, making a loud noise. The two leave, and walk down the hall.
Stu: Hey you can't leave! We just started!
Genocide: Fuck you!
The two get outside, and hurry into their car. They get in and roll the window down. They look into the camera.
DDB: This Sunday, the fans, staff, and roster of the WCF will realize why Genocide is not just his name.
Genocide: It's my game!!!
The two roll the windows up and hurry off. The scene fades to black with tire marks and smoke from the cars tires.
