Post by samfinn on Feb 25, 2007 18:41:54 GMT -5
The symphony may be simple, but it works. Sure, I'll admit it. Your fast. But guess what, Kyle? I'm faster. I'm a goliath. I'm big and tall. You may think I'm slow, but you haven't even seen a portion of my real speed. Not yet.
Think of Dio Muerte. Sure, I lost to him in the last match, fair and square, but in our first match I caught him with my Symphony of Lightning and he went down pretty hard.
Anyways ...
(The camera flashes on, outside of Sam Finn's calgary home. The yard is freshly mowed, the shrubs are clipped and the culprit, a mexican dude with a lawn mower, is gassing up the mover and cleaning the shears. Beast Carry, the WPVN reporter, is running up to him.)
BEAST CARRY: Excuse me, are you in the employment of a Samuel Finn?
(The worker hooks his thumb over his shoulder. Beast and the cameraman go over to the open garage.)
(Sam is standing there, wearing a pair of black jeans, a green METALLICA T-shirt, and his familiar black leather jacket. He's polishing his cobalt Harley absent-mindedly, but looks up quickly when the cameraman rounds the corner.)
STORM: Hey, what the (BLEEP) are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay the hell off my property?
BEAST CARRY: Mr. Finn! Didn't Carson call you?
STORM: What? No!
BEAST CARRY: Mother (BLEEP)er. Can I just ask you a few questions? It'll take like a half-hour.
STORM: What d'you want.
BEAST CARRY: Okay, what do you think about Stylin' Kyle's assualt on your Symphony of Lightning?
STORM: Well, it is just a flurry of punches followed by a superplex, but a punch from me shouldn't be taken lightly. I'm a tank, and a fast tank at that, Kyle. When you take one to the jaw, if you don't go down right away, you'll realize they shouldn't be taken lightly.
BEAST CARRY: What about him saying he's going to hurt you?
STORM: I can't believe I'm telling you this, Kyle, because I think you should already know this, because this is a Wrestling Ring! Not a friggin' schoolyard. 'Oh, Sam. I'm gonna hurt you at recess. Bring your Transformers!' Nice.
(Beast Carry looks directly at the camera. And sticks out his right index finger.)
BEAST CARRY: You hear that, Kyle! Recess, at the big playground! Bring your Transformers and you lunch money! He's gonna punch you in the nose!
(The camera blacks out.)
Think of Dio Muerte. Sure, I lost to him in the last match, fair and square, but in our first match I caught him with my Symphony of Lightning and he went down pretty hard.
Anyways ...
(The camera flashes on, outside of Sam Finn's calgary home. The yard is freshly mowed, the shrubs are clipped and the culprit, a mexican dude with a lawn mower, is gassing up the mover and cleaning the shears. Beast Carry, the WPVN reporter, is running up to him.)
BEAST CARRY: Excuse me, are you in the employment of a Samuel Finn?
(The worker hooks his thumb over his shoulder. Beast and the cameraman go over to the open garage.)
(Sam is standing there, wearing a pair of black jeans, a green METALLICA T-shirt, and his familiar black leather jacket. He's polishing his cobalt Harley absent-mindedly, but looks up quickly when the cameraman rounds the corner.)
STORM: Hey, what the (BLEEP) are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay the hell off my property?
BEAST CARRY: Mr. Finn! Didn't Carson call you?
STORM: What? No!
BEAST CARRY: Mother (BLEEP)er. Can I just ask you a few questions? It'll take like a half-hour.
STORM: What d'you want.
BEAST CARRY: Okay, what do you think about Stylin' Kyle's assualt on your Symphony of Lightning?
STORM: Well, it is just a flurry of punches followed by a superplex, but a punch from me shouldn't be taken lightly. I'm a tank, and a fast tank at that, Kyle. When you take one to the jaw, if you don't go down right away, you'll realize they shouldn't be taken lightly.
BEAST CARRY: What about him saying he's going to hurt you?
STORM: I can't believe I'm telling you this, Kyle, because I think you should already know this, because this is a Wrestling Ring! Not a friggin' schoolyard. 'Oh, Sam. I'm gonna hurt you at recess. Bring your Transformers!' Nice.
(Beast Carry looks directly at the camera. And sticks out his right index finger.)
BEAST CARRY: You hear that, Kyle! Recess, at the big playground! Bring your Transformers and you lunch money! He's gonna punch you in the nose!
(The camera blacks out.)