Post by genocide on Feb 8, 2006 1:26:31 GMT -5
(The scene opens with a shot of a ticket booth to the Wichita County Zoo. A young man, no older than 20, is dressed in a vest with a bow-tie, taking money and giving tickets. The sky is overcast, and wind is blowing mildly outside. A short, plump man in a red suit and top hat accompanied by a large, muscular man dressed in a black tuxedo walks up to the ticket man. As they approach, the kid's nametag becomes visible, and it reads Tyler.)
Tyler:(In a squeaky, half-motivated voice) Hello, and welcome to the Wichita County Zoo. How many tickets?
(Tyler's eyes and voice trail off at the end of his sentence. He looks to the left, in case something more interesting could rescue him from his boring day job at the local zoo. To no avail, he can't find anything.)
Man in red suit: Two, Tyler, my good boy.
(The man in the red has an unusual peppy voice, but masculine enough to show he's nice, but doesn’t like to be messed with.)
Tyler: $26.50.
Man in red: I know, I know, but we have enough money to blow on useless, nonsense shit like this. Besides, don’t you want to meet your opponents?
Man in black: Here?
Man in red: Why, where else? Don't say gym, because that would be a lie. None of those opponents have the physique you do, Jeff.
(The man in the red suit hands Tyler the money. They don't wait for Tyler to say anything before going into the park. As they walk in, we see that the man in the black is Genocide, and with him as always is "Dangerous" Darryl Black.)
Genocide: So Darryl, you got me into this shithole that smells worse than the so called "talent" in the WCF. What now?
(Black takes a moment to laugh. He collects himself, and puts his right hand on Genocide's massive shoulder. There is a very noticeable height different.)
DDB:(Pointing right) To my favorite exhibit.
(The scene fades out.)
(After a moment, the scene comes back in, and we are located at a very populated monkey cage. Five or so monkeys are swinging in the trees, trying to gain attention from spectators. Black and Genocide find a spot at the end of the crowd, and lean in. Genocide has acquired a large, pink cotton candy stick.)
DDB: Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! There! There! There! Those three! See, on the trees?
(Black is pointing at three monkeys, 2 of which seem to be retarded, and another screaming for attention.)
DDB: The two losers must be Jon Michaels and Nate Nytro, while the desperate attention seeker has already made it be known he is none other than the "Pretty Monkey" Alden Meyers. I see Wichita Animal Control has finally got its priorities straight, so those three fuck-offs will not be nuisances in your debut match. Although I do hope they've found Jon Michaels girlfriend, unless she's ran off with some gorilla with much more potential and knack of bringing in the bigger peanuts.
(Genocide looks up from his cotton candy. It's almost gone now. He looks down at it, then back up at the animals. He throws the stick into the exhibit, seeing the imitation monkey Alden Meyers quickly and fiercely jump on it before anyone else can.)
Genocide: What a sad, sad thing.
DDB: Yes, I know. That's why it's up to you to put these "athletes" out of their misery and send them back to their true calling: fast food.
(The scene fades out momentarily, and then fades back in. Now the two are at the zebra exhibit. Genocide has a large bag of popcorn. The exhibit has a few spectators, mostly children watching while their parents take a break.)
DDB: As the day and match progress, we progress. Another opponent, another waste flooding the WCF roster. This is no ordinary waste, though. He is the WCF Hardcore champion. And although he is higher in the food chain than most, he is still just a role in Genocide's massive massacre to rid the world on the filth it is so full of. Yes, Dark Prophet, you are the hardcore champion, but only because competition is a slim picking, until now. Not only will Genocide take this belt, ruin your "pro" wrestling career, and through you over that top rope, he will show just how expendable you are. You are just another victim.
(Genocide throws his popcorn at the zebra. The two walk off the scene, Genocide with a smug look on his face. The scene fades, and then re-appears. This time, Genocide has a beverage with him. The exhibit is now at hyenas. The exhibit is desert, except for the two Genocide and Black.)
DDB: Ah yes, the biggest known man in the match. The Television champion. Kurtis Victory. Kurtis, you've already made your emotions and thoughts public. Nothing to fear, right? Just a few jobbers? Although it would be a delight to see Genocide annihilate you and take that belt from you, it would be too easy.
Genocide: Instead, I'd rather give you the long, painful punishment you so rightfully deserve for mistaking me as some piece of shit who gets walked on. You see, you may be the biggest attraction in this match, for now. But after this week, when the world sees how powerful I am, you'll be nothing but some school boy bitch throwing paper airplanes at the school bully. You, Kurtis Victory, have a role. And that role is to shut up, and take whatever punishment is coming down your lane. You didn’t. Now, you're wasting my time in the Genocide massacre on the WCF. That's something you don’t want to do.
DDB: Yes, I know what you're thinking: Who the fuck are these two clowns? This here is the greatest physical specimen man has ever seen. The Ultimate Model of Perfection. Standing 6 feet 11 inches tall. Weighing 355 pounds of solid muscle. He is Genocide.
Genocide: My mission is simple: To destroy anything that gets within a 10 foot perimeter of me getting to the top. So when you step into that ring come Slam, and face the debut of Genocide, with some other chicken fucks, remember everything you see is just a preview of everything I am. Remember Genocide isn’t just my name, it's my game!
(Genocide takes one last sip of the drink and tosses it into the hyena exhibit. The two walk off the scene as it fades to black.)
Tyler:(In a squeaky, half-motivated voice) Hello, and welcome to the Wichita County Zoo. How many tickets?
(Tyler's eyes and voice trail off at the end of his sentence. He looks to the left, in case something more interesting could rescue him from his boring day job at the local zoo. To no avail, he can't find anything.)
Man in red suit: Two, Tyler, my good boy.
(The man in the red has an unusual peppy voice, but masculine enough to show he's nice, but doesn’t like to be messed with.)
Tyler: $26.50.
Man in red: I know, I know, but we have enough money to blow on useless, nonsense shit like this. Besides, don’t you want to meet your opponents?
Man in black: Here?
Man in red: Why, where else? Don't say gym, because that would be a lie. None of those opponents have the physique you do, Jeff.
(The man in the red suit hands Tyler the money. They don't wait for Tyler to say anything before going into the park. As they walk in, we see that the man in the black is Genocide, and with him as always is "Dangerous" Darryl Black.)
Genocide: So Darryl, you got me into this shithole that smells worse than the so called "talent" in the WCF. What now?
(Black takes a moment to laugh. He collects himself, and puts his right hand on Genocide's massive shoulder. There is a very noticeable height different.)
DDB:(Pointing right) To my favorite exhibit.
(The scene fades out.)
(After a moment, the scene comes back in, and we are located at a very populated monkey cage. Five or so monkeys are swinging in the trees, trying to gain attention from spectators. Black and Genocide find a spot at the end of the crowd, and lean in. Genocide has acquired a large, pink cotton candy stick.)
DDB: Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! There! There! There! Those three! See, on the trees?
(Black is pointing at three monkeys, 2 of which seem to be retarded, and another screaming for attention.)
DDB: The two losers must be Jon Michaels and Nate Nytro, while the desperate attention seeker has already made it be known he is none other than the "Pretty Monkey" Alden Meyers. I see Wichita Animal Control has finally got its priorities straight, so those three fuck-offs will not be nuisances in your debut match. Although I do hope they've found Jon Michaels girlfriend, unless she's ran off with some gorilla with much more potential and knack of bringing in the bigger peanuts.
(Genocide looks up from his cotton candy. It's almost gone now. He looks down at it, then back up at the animals. He throws the stick into the exhibit, seeing the imitation monkey Alden Meyers quickly and fiercely jump on it before anyone else can.)
Genocide: What a sad, sad thing.
DDB: Yes, I know. That's why it's up to you to put these "athletes" out of their misery and send them back to their true calling: fast food.
(The scene fades out momentarily, and then fades back in. Now the two are at the zebra exhibit. Genocide has a large bag of popcorn. The exhibit has a few spectators, mostly children watching while their parents take a break.)
DDB: As the day and match progress, we progress. Another opponent, another waste flooding the WCF roster. This is no ordinary waste, though. He is the WCF Hardcore champion. And although he is higher in the food chain than most, he is still just a role in Genocide's massive massacre to rid the world on the filth it is so full of. Yes, Dark Prophet, you are the hardcore champion, but only because competition is a slim picking, until now. Not only will Genocide take this belt, ruin your "pro" wrestling career, and through you over that top rope, he will show just how expendable you are. You are just another victim.
(Genocide throws his popcorn at the zebra. The two walk off the scene, Genocide with a smug look on his face. The scene fades, and then re-appears. This time, Genocide has a beverage with him. The exhibit is now at hyenas. The exhibit is desert, except for the two Genocide and Black.)
DDB: Ah yes, the biggest known man in the match. The Television champion. Kurtis Victory. Kurtis, you've already made your emotions and thoughts public. Nothing to fear, right? Just a few jobbers? Although it would be a delight to see Genocide annihilate you and take that belt from you, it would be too easy.
Genocide: Instead, I'd rather give you the long, painful punishment you so rightfully deserve for mistaking me as some piece of shit who gets walked on. You see, you may be the biggest attraction in this match, for now. But after this week, when the world sees how powerful I am, you'll be nothing but some school boy bitch throwing paper airplanes at the school bully. You, Kurtis Victory, have a role. And that role is to shut up, and take whatever punishment is coming down your lane. You didn’t. Now, you're wasting my time in the Genocide massacre on the WCF. That's something you don’t want to do.
DDB: Yes, I know what you're thinking: Who the fuck are these two clowns? This here is the greatest physical specimen man has ever seen. The Ultimate Model of Perfection. Standing 6 feet 11 inches tall. Weighing 355 pounds of solid muscle. He is Genocide.
Genocide: My mission is simple: To destroy anything that gets within a 10 foot perimeter of me getting to the top. So when you step into that ring come Slam, and face the debut of Genocide, with some other chicken fucks, remember everything you see is just a preview of everything I am. Remember Genocide isn’t just my name, it's my game!
(Genocide takes one last sip of the drink and tosses it into the hyena exhibit. The two walk off the scene as it fades to black.)
