Post by Buzzsaw Bundy on Jul 3, 2011 19:49:29 GMT -5
Oley, Pennsylvania, it's a nice quiet afternoon, the heat is fading and kids can be seen playing in all manner of water toys, and pools. Buzzsaw is sitting in Jenn & Jessie's Ice Cream Parlor. Several local kids had gathered to get the big man's autograph, and he happily obliged, adding a small ice cream cone to go with. Now, he sat eating his banana split, and enjoying the late afternoon. Pulling out his iPhone, he watched Oblivion's latest promo and simply shook his head.
Turning the vid off, he dialed a number. As the phone rang, he waved to several of the kids as they left. "Hey, just lettin you know I'm just now leaving. Bunch of kids showed up and I bought a round of ice cream for them...
Ok, see you in a little bit."
Buzzsaw hung the phone and stood from the table. Tossing his trash away, he exited the building and got into his H1 Hummer. As the big truck roared to life, Buzzsaw took off towards home. "Well, Oblivion obviously has the wrong impression of me. He seems to think I'm just a big ol' lout with no brain, and just a big mass of nothing. That's fine, as far as I'm concerned, he can just lick the taint of a Saigon whore after a thirteen hour marathon session. You see, just because I didn't go to college after high school doesn't mean I'm not intelligent. So I chose a career using my hands, working for everything I have. Nothing wrong with that, countless great men have done that very thing since time began. In fact it's men like that which made the United States what it is. It's men like that who fight in our military for our very freedom and way of life. It is for those men, and men like my father that I will step into the ring on Monday Night, Independence Day.
Now, Oblivion, I'll say it again, it doesn't matter a damn bit who you bring to the ring with you. The simple fact is, I am gonna be bringing the biggest American asswooping with me. You are nothing but a sick individual. A man who's mind is so broken and jumbled that there really is no hope or cure. A mad dog so to speak. I know how to handle mad dogs. I had a bull mastiff once, he was a great friend and loyal companion. Unfortunately he contracted rabies from a coyote, and attacked other men in the camp. So I did what any man does, I grabbed him by the collar, and out of love, blew his brains out. I put down that mad dog, my pet, my friend, my family. Not to be mean, not to be cruel, but because it was the right thing to do. Monday night at slam, Oblivion and his mystery partner are the mad dogs. This time, I have no ties to them, and will not be so humane. Unlike Oblivion, I'm not gonna play games and pussyfoot around, telling everyone that they are gonna be scared, and shocked on Monday. No, I'm gonna tell you exactly what will happen. As the saying goes, 'money talks, and bullish... walks". Oblivion has shoveled enough bullish..., and I'm going to put him down. I'm going to bring as much pain as possible, and I know my partner will as well. When all is said and done, people will be talking about this night, the night that Buzzsaw Bundy took his career, his moment and never looked back. From here on out it's only up I go..."
Buzzsaw's hummer pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, and he got out. "Get ready Oblivion, because its harvesting time..." Buzzsaw turns and walks into the building, and the camera fades...
Turning the vid off, he dialed a number. As the phone rang, he waved to several of the kids as they left. "Hey, just lettin you know I'm just now leaving. Bunch of kids showed up and I bought a round of ice cream for them...
Ok, see you in a little bit."
Buzzsaw hung the phone and stood from the table. Tossing his trash away, he exited the building and got into his H1 Hummer. As the big truck roared to life, Buzzsaw took off towards home. "Well, Oblivion obviously has the wrong impression of me. He seems to think I'm just a big ol' lout with no brain, and just a big mass of nothing. That's fine, as far as I'm concerned, he can just lick the taint of a Saigon whore after a thirteen hour marathon session. You see, just because I didn't go to college after high school doesn't mean I'm not intelligent. So I chose a career using my hands, working for everything I have. Nothing wrong with that, countless great men have done that very thing since time began. In fact it's men like that which made the United States what it is. It's men like that who fight in our military for our very freedom and way of life. It is for those men, and men like my father that I will step into the ring on Monday Night, Independence Day.
Now, Oblivion, I'll say it again, it doesn't matter a damn bit who you bring to the ring with you. The simple fact is, I am gonna be bringing the biggest American asswooping with me. You are nothing but a sick individual. A man who's mind is so broken and jumbled that there really is no hope or cure. A mad dog so to speak. I know how to handle mad dogs. I had a bull mastiff once, he was a great friend and loyal companion. Unfortunately he contracted rabies from a coyote, and attacked other men in the camp. So I did what any man does, I grabbed him by the collar, and out of love, blew his brains out. I put down that mad dog, my pet, my friend, my family. Not to be mean, not to be cruel, but because it was the right thing to do. Monday night at slam, Oblivion and his mystery partner are the mad dogs. This time, I have no ties to them, and will not be so humane. Unlike Oblivion, I'm not gonna play games and pussyfoot around, telling everyone that they are gonna be scared, and shocked on Monday. No, I'm gonna tell you exactly what will happen. As the saying goes, 'money talks, and bullish... walks". Oblivion has shoveled enough bullish..., and I'm going to put him down. I'm going to bring as much pain as possible, and I know my partner will as well. When all is said and done, people will be talking about this night, the night that Buzzsaw Bundy took his career, his moment and never looked back. From here on out it's only up I go..."
Buzzsaw's hummer pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, and he got out. "Get ready Oblivion, because its harvesting time..." Buzzsaw turns and walks into the building, and the camera fades...
