Post by Twister on Jul 7, 2006 22:41:41 GMT -5
(The screen fades into a black screen. Yellow words come across the screen, Star Wars-esque. Stars slowly appear behind it, just to add the corny effect.)
(The screen slowly fades into a bright white smile. The screen quickly zooms out. The smile belongs to Twister. He is sitting at a broken down table. There is junk of all kinds lying around. There are stains on the walls and dirty clothing on the floor.)
Twister: …Introducing the one, the only, Twister…in the fabulous setting of…his trailer.
(As the sentence trails on, the voice becomes less flashy, and more frank. He is wearing a plain white T-shirt with some black sweatpants. Both have stains on them. He has a big bowel of what looks to be noodles. He is using a plastic spork.)
Twister: Flattering setting, eh?
(He does a quick glamour pose for kicks.)
Twister: Rather funny how history repeats itself, isn’t it? I remember when I first joined WCF, and was cocky as hell. I remember when I made corny comments…When it wasn’t on purpose. I remember the times that I criticized people for doing things, and then did them myself. Hell, maybe I still do it. Who knows?
(He takes a bite of the noodles, which seems to be spaghetti. He quickly spits it back out.)
Twister: Damn microwave shit. Anyways, I would like to sincerely apologize to my opponent, Beyond. It seems I should have spelled out the sarcasm in my comments earlier. Or maybe I should have explained afterwards that I think it should be a good match…wait…
(He waits a few moments before getting up and slamming the plate to the ground. It shatters. He steps forward, only to step on the spork.)
Twister: AUGH! GODMOTHERF**KINGC*CKLICKINGSHITEATER.
(The message is barely made out. He slowly removes the spork from his foot. He looks at it with disgust before chucking it.)
Twister: This is certainly a pretty picture. Well, a cold dose of reality given, I’ll be on my way.
(He seems very ashamed of himself as he walks towards the door and leaves. The screen fades out.)
…In a time…right now…in a world…right here, there is a land, where sarcasm doesn’t exist, there is a man who cannot conceive any of the subtleties of speech. This presentation, obviously not a rip-off of any major films, only begins to show the ironic statements of this man…
(The screen slowly fades into a bright white smile. The screen quickly zooms out. The smile belongs to Twister. He is sitting at a broken down table. There is junk of all kinds lying around. There are stains on the walls and dirty clothing on the floor.)
Twister: …Introducing the one, the only, Twister…in the fabulous setting of…his trailer.
(As the sentence trails on, the voice becomes less flashy, and more frank. He is wearing a plain white T-shirt with some black sweatpants. Both have stains on them. He has a big bowel of what looks to be noodles. He is using a plastic spork.)
Twister: Flattering setting, eh?
(He does a quick glamour pose for kicks.)
Twister: Rather funny how history repeats itself, isn’t it? I remember when I first joined WCF, and was cocky as hell. I remember when I made corny comments…When it wasn’t on purpose. I remember the times that I criticized people for doing things, and then did them myself. Hell, maybe I still do it. Who knows?
(He takes a bite of the noodles, which seems to be spaghetti. He quickly spits it back out.)
Twister: Damn microwave shit. Anyways, I would like to sincerely apologize to my opponent, Beyond. It seems I should have spelled out the sarcasm in my comments earlier. Or maybe I should have explained afterwards that I think it should be a good match…wait…
(He waits a few moments before getting up and slamming the plate to the ground. It shatters. He steps forward, only to step on the spork.)
Twister: AUGH! GODMOTHERF**KINGC*CKLICKINGSHITEATER.
(The message is barely made out. He slowly removes the spork from his foot. He looks at it with disgust before chucking it.)
Twister: This is certainly a pretty picture. Well, a cold dose of reality given, I’ll be on my way.
(He seems very ashamed of himself as he walks towards the door and leaves. The screen fades out.)
