Post by immortal on Dec 18, 2005 17:24:59 GMT -5
[fade up]
Micheal K. Johnston and Cameron Scott walk through the gateway to a large landfill. After wieving through a bunch of piles of old crushed cars, they find themselves infront of The Immortal lifting one side of an old bleacher. A bunch of teenagers sit on the bleachers as The Immortal lifts them like the whole load was paperweight.
::Mike:: Woa. . . Hey, Immortal.
The Immortal takes a moment to look at his uninvited visitors. He then puts the massive load down and walks towards The Dudes. . .
::Immortal:: Hey, Dudes. What's goin' on?
The Dudes exchange awe ridden faces. . .
::Cam:: Dude, you were just lifting, like, 650 lbs!!
::Immortal:: 875 lbs, actually.
::Mike:: Umm. . . ok, whatever.
::Immortal:: So, why are you here?
::Mike:: We come because we wanna train.
The Immortal smirks. . .
::Immortal:: Talk about last minute preparations. . . Anything in mind?
Mike and Cam exchange glances. . . They shake their heads. . .
::Immortal:: (shakes his head) Listen, last minute training is enough; as long as you know what you want to do!
::Mike:: Alright.
The Immortal snaps his fingers. . .
::Immortal:: I just remembered! I got something for you!
::Mike:: Oh, you shouldn't have. . .
The Immortal puts two fingers in his mouth, whistles, and three big men wheel in a massive box wrapped in Christmas paper. . .
::Cam:: Huh? A Christmas present? Did I miss something?
::Immortal:: Umm. No. I just wanted to give it to you before the break.
::Mike:: Well. . . What is it?
The Immortal smiles and waves a hand towards the large box. . . The Dudes finally guess that he wants them to open it, and do. They rip open the carefully wrapped paper and open the carboard box. . . Inside are:
A 72 inch flat screen TV.
A copy of Smackdown! vs. Raw 2006 for PS2, and for XBox 360.
An XBox 360.
A pair of plastic WWE World Tag Team Titles.
And a copy of The Immortal's first CD. His band name: EOS.
::Mike:: What does "EOS" stand for?
::Immortal:: Ahh, "Echoes of Silence". . . You will like it, trust me.
Mr. Cameron Scott can't take his eyes off of the new TV, or the XBox. . .
::Mike:: Dude, what's the catch? This seems way too good to be true. . .
::Immortal:: None! Do I need an excuse to give on Christmas?
::Mike:: Dude, it's not even close to Christmas yet!
::Immortal:: Yeah, well. . . Christmas beak is so close! You need this to enjoy yourselves, correct?
::Cam:: (wide-eyed) Ye-yeah. . . We're gonna enjoy ourselves alright. . .
The Immortal and The Dudes begin to laugh. . .
::Immortal:: Well, have Caliber and Beast even got together yet?
::Mike:: I dunno. . . Beast got Rex on the phone at an airport, but that was it. . .
Cam seems to have snapped out of his trance. . .
::Cam:: Dude, you paid Rex to train you?
::Immortal:: No, man, no way! Rex likes to say things that aren't true. . .
The Dudes exchange glances. . .
To be continued. . .
(The Dudes used with permission. . .)
Micheal K. Johnston and Cameron Scott walk through the gateway to a large landfill. After wieving through a bunch of piles of old crushed cars, they find themselves infront of The Immortal lifting one side of an old bleacher. A bunch of teenagers sit on the bleachers as The Immortal lifts them like the whole load was paperweight.
::Mike:: Woa. . . Hey, Immortal.
The Immortal takes a moment to look at his uninvited visitors. He then puts the massive load down and walks towards The Dudes. . .
::Immortal:: Hey, Dudes. What's goin' on?
The Dudes exchange awe ridden faces. . .
::Cam:: Dude, you were just lifting, like, 650 lbs!!
::Immortal:: 875 lbs, actually.
::Mike:: Umm. . . ok, whatever.
::Immortal:: So, why are you here?
::Mike:: We come because we wanna train.
The Immortal smirks. . .
::Immortal:: Talk about last minute preparations. . . Anything in mind?
Mike and Cam exchange glances. . . They shake their heads. . .
::Immortal:: (shakes his head) Listen, last minute training is enough; as long as you know what you want to do!
::Mike:: Alright.
The Immortal snaps his fingers. . .
::Immortal:: I just remembered! I got something for you!
::Mike:: Oh, you shouldn't have. . .
The Immortal puts two fingers in his mouth, whistles, and three big men wheel in a massive box wrapped in Christmas paper. . .
::Cam:: Huh? A Christmas present? Did I miss something?
::Immortal:: Umm. No. I just wanted to give it to you before the break.
::Mike:: Well. . . What is it?
The Immortal smiles and waves a hand towards the large box. . . The Dudes finally guess that he wants them to open it, and do. They rip open the carefully wrapped paper and open the carboard box. . . Inside are:
A 72 inch flat screen TV.
A copy of Smackdown! vs. Raw 2006 for PS2, and for XBox 360.
An XBox 360.
A pair of plastic WWE World Tag Team Titles.
And a copy of The Immortal's first CD. His band name: EOS.
::Mike:: What does "EOS" stand for?
::Immortal:: Ahh, "Echoes of Silence". . . You will like it, trust me.
Mr. Cameron Scott can't take his eyes off of the new TV, or the XBox. . .
::Mike:: Dude, what's the catch? This seems way too good to be true. . .
::Immortal:: None! Do I need an excuse to give on Christmas?
::Mike:: Dude, it's not even close to Christmas yet!
::Immortal:: Yeah, well. . . Christmas beak is so close! You need this to enjoy yourselves, correct?
::Cam:: (wide-eyed) Ye-yeah. . . We're gonna enjoy ourselves alright. . .
The Immortal and The Dudes begin to laugh. . .
::Immortal:: Well, have Caliber and Beast even got together yet?
::Mike:: I dunno. . . Beast got Rex on the phone at an airport, but that was it. . .
Cam seems to have snapped out of his trance. . .
::Cam:: Dude, you paid Rex to train you?
::Immortal:: No, man, no way! Rex likes to say things that aren't true. . .
The Dudes exchange glances. . .
To be continued. . .
(The Dudes used with permission. . .)