Post by Oblivion on Dec 31, 2009 14:53:33 GMT -5
At a undisclosed location, Keith, formerly known as CameraDude, is seen setting a camera on a tripod.
Keith: I told you, I'm your bodyguard, now. I told you after that day, I didn't want to touch another camera.
Keith has the camera setup and turned on the camera. The little red light is blinking. There is someone arguing with Keith, who is looking off camera.
Keith: I know that. But, why couldn't you just hire someone to do this. Why treat me like some kind of lackey. I don't understand why you couldn't just hire Jimmy Dean, Chris Avery, Ryan Daniels, or even Anthrax. It's not like they are doing anything important.
The screaming, off camera, gets louder.
Keith: Okay, okay... sheesh!!!
Out from nowhere, comes Mini Ace. He shuffles along, with a pissed off look on his face and walks up to Keith.
Keith: Hey little dude, what's happenin'?
Mini Ace screams with a pseudo-karate battle cry. Keith looks down at Mini Ace with a puzzled look on his face. Then....
[WHAM!!!]
Mini Ace kicks Keith, right onto his left shin. Keith grabs his leg and hops onto his other leg. Hopping around, as Mini Ace begins to snicker, then eventually laughs. Keith is now the one, with a pissed off look, on his face. Mini Ace looks into the camera.
Mini Ace(gives a thumbs up): Yea!! Heh-Heh!!
Keith: Why you little...
The screaming Keith begins to chase Mini Ace off camera. Back and forth, in front of the camera, Keith chases Mini Ace. Mini Ace is screaming for his life....
[WHAM-BONK!!!]
There is a small moaning sound. Keith is walking slowly, as he is dragging Mini Ace by the foot.
Ace Slaughter is slowly walking past the camera. He is wearing his usual white mask. He has a t-shirt and blue jean shorts on. He seems to be muttering to himself. Ace is slightly holding out his hands, as if he is talking with his hands. He stops, for a second, looks into the camera, then walks off camera, muttering to himself. After a few seconds, Ace walks into the view, of the camera, from the other way. Again, Slaughter stops and looks into the camera, shakes his head, then walks off camera... again. Then again, after a few seconds, Slaughter comes back on camera and is about to say something, then he has a confused look, on his face. He scratches the top, of his mask, then walks off camera....AGAIN. Then after what seems like a eternity, Slaughter appears back on camera. This time, he stops right in front, of the camera.
Ace Slaughter: Now, usually when I am about to face off against an opponent, that I don't know, I do research. So, I checked and asked around about our World's Heavyweight champion....
Loud, but short and intense music plays...briefly.
[DUN-DUN-DU-U-U-UN]
Ace Slaughter:...Torture. Usually when someone has a moniker, it's either given to them or they give themselves a moniker. Now, Torture has a few. He calls himself The Real Mr. WCF. Now, after Monday on Slam. I will be calling myself that.. THE REAL MR. WCF!!! He calls himself the Career Killer. What, Torture, you think you are gonna kill MY career? Or should it be the other way around? Maybe I might just kill your career. You ever think of that? Hmmm? And finally. This one is my favorite. He calls himself....
Slaughter starts to snicker.
Ace Slaughter: He calls himself The Big...
Slaughter snickers and tries to compose himself.
Ace Slaughter: Okay, I'll try to be serious. He calls himself the Biggest Hee....
Slaughter starts to laugh.
Ace Slaughter: Okay. Okay. Time to be serious here.
Slaughter stomps down onto the ground and slaps himself on the face.
Ace Slaughter: Torture calls himself The biggest Heel of Al-l-l-l-l time!!! And that means what?!? I'm supposed to be scared? Really?! Really, Torture!?! Really?! Not to be disrespectful, but I've seen scarier things in the back of my refrigerator. After I noticed that you call yourself this "BAD" man, I did research on the top 10 criminals of these 20th century. Names like Unabomber and Ted Bundy popped up. Even John Gotti, Timothy McVeigh, Al Capone and Jeffrey Dahmer are all killers. Bonnie and Clyde, Indonesia's dictator Suharto and along with "alleged" double killer OJ Simpson appeared on the same list. All those people could be considered "BAD PEOPLE". Compared to them, Torture you are a pussy... cat!!!! No threat by you is gonna make me shake in my boots. My threats are gonna be promises. In Bangor, Maine at the Bangor Auditorium, I WILL defeat you and I WILL become the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. But, what still bothers me is that you calls yourself the biggest Heel of AL-L-L-L Time!! Fine, you can be the biggest heel of all time. I'll accept that. Fine. I'll just walk into the Auditorium, with the fans cheering and screaming my name. It'll be the ultimate battle of Good verses Evil and this time Good WILL prevail over Evil. Because, if you like it or not... I WILL STEP OUT OF THE RING AND BANGOR AUDITORIUM AS YOUR NEW-EW-EW-EW WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! And the only thing you can do about that is....JUST CHOKE ON THAT!!!
Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera's lens.
Keith: I told you, I'm your bodyguard, now. I told you after that day, I didn't want to touch another camera.
Keith has the camera setup and turned on the camera. The little red light is blinking. There is someone arguing with Keith, who is looking off camera.
Keith: I know that. But, why couldn't you just hire someone to do this. Why treat me like some kind of lackey. I don't understand why you couldn't just hire Jimmy Dean, Chris Avery, Ryan Daniels, or even Anthrax. It's not like they are doing anything important.
The screaming, off camera, gets louder.
Keith: Okay, okay... sheesh!!!
Out from nowhere, comes Mini Ace. He shuffles along, with a pissed off look on his face and walks up to Keith.
Keith: Hey little dude, what's happenin'?
Mini Ace screams with a pseudo-karate battle cry. Keith looks down at Mini Ace with a puzzled look on his face. Then....
[WHAM!!!]
Mini Ace kicks Keith, right onto his left shin. Keith grabs his leg and hops onto his other leg. Hopping around, as Mini Ace begins to snicker, then eventually laughs. Keith is now the one, with a pissed off look, on his face. Mini Ace looks into the camera.
Mini Ace(gives a thumbs up): Yea!! Heh-Heh!!
Keith: Why you little...
The screaming Keith begins to chase Mini Ace off camera. Back and forth, in front of the camera, Keith chases Mini Ace. Mini Ace is screaming for his life....
[WHAM-BONK!!!]
There is a small moaning sound. Keith is walking slowly, as he is dragging Mini Ace by the foot.
Ace Slaughter is slowly walking past the camera. He is wearing his usual white mask. He has a t-shirt and blue jean shorts on. He seems to be muttering to himself. Ace is slightly holding out his hands, as if he is talking with his hands. He stops, for a second, looks into the camera, then walks off camera, muttering to himself. After a few seconds, Ace walks into the view, of the camera, from the other way. Again, Slaughter stops and looks into the camera, shakes his head, then walks off camera... again. Then again, after a few seconds, Slaughter comes back on camera and is about to say something, then he has a confused look, on his face. He scratches the top, of his mask, then walks off camera....AGAIN. Then after what seems like a eternity, Slaughter appears back on camera. This time, he stops right in front, of the camera.
Ace Slaughter: Now, usually when I am about to face off against an opponent, that I don't know, I do research. So, I checked and asked around about our World's Heavyweight champion....
Loud, but short and intense music plays...briefly.
[DUN-DUN-DU-U-U-UN]
Ace Slaughter:...Torture. Usually when someone has a moniker, it's either given to them or they give themselves a moniker. Now, Torture has a few. He calls himself The Real Mr. WCF. Now, after Monday on Slam. I will be calling myself that.. THE REAL MR. WCF!!! He calls himself the Career Killer. What, Torture, you think you are gonna kill MY career? Or should it be the other way around? Maybe I might just kill your career. You ever think of that? Hmmm? And finally. This one is my favorite. He calls himself....
Slaughter starts to snicker.
Ace Slaughter: He calls himself The Big...
Slaughter snickers and tries to compose himself.
Ace Slaughter: Okay, I'll try to be serious. He calls himself the Biggest Hee....
Slaughter starts to laugh.
Ace Slaughter: Okay. Okay. Time to be serious here.
Slaughter stomps down onto the ground and slaps himself on the face.
Ace Slaughter: Torture calls himself The biggest Heel of Al-l-l-l-l time!!! And that means what?!? I'm supposed to be scared? Really?! Really, Torture!?! Really?! Not to be disrespectful, but I've seen scarier things in the back of my refrigerator. After I noticed that you call yourself this "BAD" man, I did research on the top 10 criminals of these 20th century. Names like Unabomber and Ted Bundy popped up. Even John Gotti, Timothy McVeigh, Al Capone and Jeffrey Dahmer are all killers. Bonnie and Clyde, Indonesia's dictator Suharto and along with "alleged" double killer OJ Simpson appeared on the same list. All those people could be considered "BAD PEOPLE". Compared to them, Torture you are a pussy... cat!!!! No threat by you is gonna make me shake in my boots. My threats are gonna be promises. In Bangor, Maine at the Bangor Auditorium, I WILL defeat you and I WILL become the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. But, what still bothers me is that you calls yourself the biggest Heel of AL-L-L-L Time!! Fine, you can be the biggest heel of all time. I'll accept that. Fine. I'll just walk into the Auditorium, with the fans cheering and screaming my name. It'll be the ultimate battle of Good verses Evil and this time Good WILL prevail over Evil. Because, if you like it or not... I WILL STEP OUT OF THE RING AND BANGOR AUDITORIUM AS YOUR NEW-EW-EW-EW WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! And the only thing you can do about that is....JUST CHOKE ON THAT!!!
Slaughter puts his right hand over the camera's lens.
