Post by Nightmare on Dec 16, 2005 23:55:54 GMT -5
[fade up]
[a white room. Apocalypse sits in a corner, wearing a straight jacket. a new face, yet so familiar. his mask black as night on the right side, red as blood on the left. his eyes concealed by black lenses. his mouth is the only thing visible, which smiles, bareing no teeth. only an image of pure insanity]
[off camera, we hear two men talking. one has an educated voice, one has an i-couldn't-care-less voice. they seem to be discussing our host]
<Man#1> He has been hospitalized so many times before, but for different reasons. He will be out in time for Action!, I assure you. His condition is--
<Man#2> I really couldn't give a rat's ass how his condition is. I don't care about how many times he has been hospitalized. I only care about his release! When?!
[our subject's mouth only smiles wider as he listens to the conversation of the two men]
<Man#1> Not as soon as you would have hoped, Mr. Larkinson, but he will be out as soon as he has developed a sense of sanity.
[the camera slowly closes up on the mouth of Apocalypse]
<Man#2> (sighs) I've told you once, I've told you twice, I've told you a million times. My name is not Mr. Larkinson, my name is Blake. And Blake, I shall be called, understand?
<Man#1> Absolutely.
[short period of silence. Apocalypse's smile widens]
<Blake> Thank you. Now. Can we possibly negociate an early release?
<Man#1> Well, no...He still needs more time to--
<Blake> "Develop a sense of sanity", blah blah blah. I want him out. Why don't we ask him?
<Man#1> Have it your way, then. But I assure you, he is not leaving.
[out to a full scale view of Blake and the iron door which condemns the man called Apocalypse. the man known, apparently, as Blake knocks on the door]
<Blake> Hey, freakshow. You want out of here or what?
[close up on Apocalypse's straight face. back to full scale view of the white, padded room which condemns our subject. Apocalypse stands and slowly moves toward the door]
<Apocalypse> Out? Out of. . .here?
<Blake> Yea, man, I'm bailing you out.
[Apocalypse develops a slow smile which eventually spreads from ear to ear]
<Apocalypse> A new day?
<Blake> Umm. . .Yea, sure. A new day.
[Apocalypse's smile widens]
<Apocalypse> Judgement Day?
<Blake> Heh?
[Apocalypse tears the chained straight jacket right off of himself and begins to pund the door. Blake jumps backwards in surprise. the other man quickly calls security]
<Man#1> Security! We have a breach on cell pad #13! Come now, he's--
[He is interupted by Apocalypse breaking down the iron door. the crazed man escapes the facility, either avoiding or busting open any security guards]
<Man#1> ...loose...
[out of the woods, our subject walks slowly down the street. a crazed look on his face judging by the smile]
<Apocalypse> Khaos. A new day has come. Judgement Day. Your end is near. I want you in a No DQ match on Action! after Christmas break. A special treat just after a long break for the crowd to see you get your scrawny ass kicked.
[Apocalypse smiles his sickly, crazed, evil smile]
<Apocalypse> Do not be fooled. I may be smiling, but I couldn't be more pissed off. A guy can lie with his mouth, but not with his eyes. Just a pitty you can't see them.
[Apocalypse leans backwards and almost falls over laughing. such a meniacle, high pitched laugh, if you were within 6 feet of the guy you would faint]
<Apocalypse> Remember, Khaos. A new day has come...
---Judgement Day---
[fade out]
[a white room. Apocalypse sits in a corner, wearing a straight jacket. a new face, yet so familiar. his mask black as night on the right side, red as blood on the left. his eyes concealed by black lenses. his mouth is the only thing visible, which smiles, bareing no teeth. only an image of pure insanity]
[off camera, we hear two men talking. one has an educated voice, one has an i-couldn't-care-less voice. they seem to be discussing our host]
<Man#1> He has been hospitalized so many times before, but for different reasons. He will be out in time for Action!, I assure you. His condition is--
<Man#2> I really couldn't give a rat's ass how his condition is. I don't care about how many times he has been hospitalized. I only care about his release! When?!
[our subject's mouth only smiles wider as he listens to the conversation of the two men]
<Man#1> Not as soon as you would have hoped, Mr. Larkinson, but he will be out as soon as he has developed a sense of sanity.
[the camera slowly closes up on the mouth of Apocalypse]
<Man#2> (sighs) I've told you once, I've told you twice, I've told you a million times. My name is not Mr. Larkinson, my name is Blake. And Blake, I shall be called, understand?
<Man#1> Absolutely.
[short period of silence. Apocalypse's smile widens]
<Blake> Thank you. Now. Can we possibly negociate an early release?
<Man#1> Well, no...He still needs more time to--
<Blake> "Develop a sense of sanity", blah blah blah. I want him out. Why don't we ask him?
<Man#1> Have it your way, then. But I assure you, he is not leaving.
[out to a full scale view of Blake and the iron door which condemns the man called Apocalypse. the man known, apparently, as Blake knocks on the door]
<Blake> Hey, freakshow. You want out of here or what?
[close up on Apocalypse's straight face. back to full scale view of the white, padded room which condemns our subject. Apocalypse stands and slowly moves toward the door]
<Apocalypse> Out? Out of. . .here?
<Blake> Yea, man, I'm bailing you out.
[Apocalypse develops a slow smile which eventually spreads from ear to ear]
<Apocalypse> A new day?
<Blake> Umm. . .Yea, sure. A new day.
[Apocalypse's smile widens]
<Apocalypse> Judgement Day?
<Blake> Heh?
[Apocalypse tears the chained straight jacket right off of himself and begins to pund the door. Blake jumps backwards in surprise. the other man quickly calls security]
<Man#1> Security! We have a breach on cell pad #13! Come now, he's--
[He is interupted by Apocalypse breaking down the iron door. the crazed man escapes the facility, either avoiding or busting open any security guards]
<Man#1> ...loose...
[out of the woods, our subject walks slowly down the street. a crazed look on his face judging by the smile]
<Apocalypse> Khaos. A new day has come. Judgement Day. Your end is near. I want you in a No DQ match on Action! after Christmas break. A special treat just after a long break for the crowd to see you get your scrawny ass kicked.
[Apocalypse smiles his sickly, crazed, evil smile]
<Apocalypse> Do not be fooled. I may be smiling, but I couldn't be more pissed off. A guy can lie with his mouth, but not with his eyes. Just a pitty you can't see them.
[Apocalypse leans backwards and almost falls over laughing. such a meniacle, high pitched laugh, if you were within 6 feet of the guy you would faint]
<Apocalypse> Remember, Khaos. A new day has come...
---Judgement Day---
[fade out]