Post by sidbiafra on Feb 1, 2006 1:41:13 GMT -5
This is from a few weeks back in my other fed enjoy. Just wanted to show you guys what I can do.
*The scene opens up inside of a hospital room. No one is visible but the sound of a man talking can be heard. There is a curtain separating the room. The camera moves closer to the curtain until its right up against it. The curtain is slowly drawn back exposing what lies on the other side. In the hospital bed lays Constence her face all bandaged up from her hours of surgery. At her bed side sits Sid Biafra. He is holding her hand and talking to her in a very loving manner. He looks up and notices the camera. He smiles and seems to be in a much better state of mind then the other day.*
Sid: “She’s sleeping. She finally woke up today! Lets go out into the hall so I don’t wake her up I got some things to say!”
*Sid exit’s the room and heads out into the hallway. Nurses can be seen bolting here and there, doctors scurrying around, and a old man walking with his IV pole.*
Sid: “Fox…Fox…Fox you really don’t understand do you. You must be blind to see what you see when you look at me. Honestly you say I’m a broken record, have you even looked at what you have said about me ever since I showed up here? Since day one people like you and Arroyo have been saying the same thing your white trash, you need to get a life, you shouldn’t be here, and shit like that. You know what I’m not offended nope I’m inspired by such comments. Why you might ask? Because I will enjoy shoving every single word, and every single syllable down your damn throat. You talk about me basking in my own self pity. I don’t I improve my self through it. I become a better man from my trials in life. Just because I don’t choose to flaunt my wealth, just because I want a women with more then a pair of big tits that smiles all the time doesn’t mean a damn thing. You want to talk about how I don’t improve myself while others you know from the slums as you can it have crawled out and made themselves into something once again this shows your know nothing of me or what I do. I have helped people who are worse off then me to become to being what you people call normal. I have built houses for the poor, found them jobs, and done many other charitable things. Yet so sit there and claim to be better then me. You might be better in your mind and the minds of you and your quote unquote Hi Class friends but I’m a much better man then you could ever be.”
“Enough of this personal bullshit lets talk about how I’m gonna be the third man to take you down in ROW. Fox you say people always want to do against your deity and your godly persona. Well that’s true week in an week out people want to talk about taking down the GOD himself. Well I might have talked about it but I wasn’t finished with you yet Fox. I’m broke down the walls on your Deity now its time to break down the man behind the god. You said it yourself you want people to stop attacking your Godness so lets talk about your in-ring ability. You clam that I am the one who lacks skill inside that ring but guess what Fox your right I’m not the best technically. But this isn’t a technical match is it. No it’s a Hardcore match where your ability to put me into a million different holds doesn’t really matter. it’s a street fight Fox….chairs…..ladders…..kendo sticks…that’s what this is. Not your super fancy look what I can do shit. Hell I’d rather watch that retarded Stewart guy on Mad TV do what he does then watch one of your matches. Fox I could literally spend the rest of my life talking about you and your shit but hey I got three other people to talk about and I’m done wasting my time on you.”
*Sid stops talking. He looks down at the ground for a few seconds to gather his thoughts then he stares back into that camera.*
Sid: “Stop the presses everyone. Extreme has claimed to be a little punk, God Extreme don’t make me laugh. Your about as punk as one of my pubes. Even funnier then that little remark was the one later one about how your going to beat me this time around. Extreme get is through that mind of yours you will never beat me. Once again parading that hardcore belt you didn’t win around like the arc of the covenant or something. God Extreme I despise you. Your pathetic. Your entire career is based on what you did months ago when you were carried to the tag team titles on Blade’s back. What have you done since? Lost….Lost…..Lost….You get my point I’m sure. So come back at me Extreme with “If I’m such a loser then why am I the Hardcore champ?” then I’ll look straight towards Dustin Wood and laugh at your pathetic self again. Just hand over the belt now before you come mess with the big boys and get hurt.”
*Sid suddenly stops talking when he hears a sound coming from the room behind him. He rushes to the door and opens it. Constence is has raised her self up to the sitting position. Sid runs to her bed side.*
Sid: “Are you ok babe? You need me to get you anything?”
*Its hard to make out what she is saying through the bandages so Sid grabs some paper and a pencil off of a near by table and she write a note. Sid picks it up and reads it.*
Sid: “Ok Hun. I’ll be right back.”
*Sid exit’s the room and starts walking down the hallway.*
Sid: “That’s wrap this thing up. Big Ging once again I find myself to be amused by your name. Anyway it doesn’t appear that you are as ready for this match as you have lead people to believe. I mean we haven’t heard a word from you. Not a single word…NONE! Maybe I shouldn’t judge you so harshly I mean you are just now making your return to ROW and all. Maybe you just haven’t had time to figure out what to do, or maybe your just so old Alzheimer’s is kicking in and you forgot you were ever here at all. Whatever the deal is this much can be assured of all the people in this little four way match I worry about you the least.”
*Sid keeps walking down the hallway until he arrives at the nurses station.*
Nurse: “How may I help you sir?”
Sid: “Constence wants someone to come down and remove the bandages.”
Nurse: “Ok according to her chart we can do that today. Someone will be down in a few seconds to take care of that for you.”
*Sid walks back down the hallway all the way back to Constence’s room. A Nurse is already in the room undoing the various bandages the surround Constence’s head. The Nurse finishes and slowly moves back revealing Constence. She appears to be her normal self except for a bit of bruising and swelling. Sid looks at her and gives a huge smile.*
Sid: “You look so beautiful baby. How you feeling?”
Constence: “Like hell babe.”
Sid: “I understand. I’m just glad to finally be able to look at you again, and know your ok and know that everything is going to be fine. I promise you now Constence…I PROMISE that Damien Cross will get what’s coming to him. The next time we meet I WILL destroy him. Cross will pay for every second of pain and torture that you and I have had to endure ever since that bastard jumped us. I know those cameras are still rolling so Cross if you can hear me listen up. You think your so badass? You think your so hardcore? You think that you’re the only person here that has a tormented past strewn with disappointments and let downs? Well guess what your NOT. So I am here to challenge you Damien Cross to a Cage of Death match at Cold War. Think you got the ball Damien, or do you just prefer jumping people when their backs are turned and assaulting helpless people.?”
*A tear starts to roll down Constence’s cheek. Sid walks over and they meet each other in a long embrace. The give each other a long, passionate kiss as the scene fades to black.*
*The scene opens up inside of a hospital room. No one is visible but the sound of a man talking can be heard. There is a curtain separating the room. The camera moves closer to the curtain until its right up against it. The curtain is slowly drawn back exposing what lies on the other side. In the hospital bed lays Constence her face all bandaged up from her hours of surgery. At her bed side sits Sid Biafra. He is holding her hand and talking to her in a very loving manner. He looks up and notices the camera. He smiles and seems to be in a much better state of mind then the other day.*
Sid: “She’s sleeping. She finally woke up today! Lets go out into the hall so I don’t wake her up I got some things to say!”
*Sid exit’s the room and heads out into the hallway. Nurses can be seen bolting here and there, doctors scurrying around, and a old man walking with his IV pole.*
Sid: “Fox…Fox…Fox you really don’t understand do you. You must be blind to see what you see when you look at me. Honestly you say I’m a broken record, have you even looked at what you have said about me ever since I showed up here? Since day one people like you and Arroyo have been saying the same thing your white trash, you need to get a life, you shouldn’t be here, and shit like that. You know what I’m not offended nope I’m inspired by such comments. Why you might ask? Because I will enjoy shoving every single word, and every single syllable down your damn throat. You talk about me basking in my own self pity. I don’t I improve my self through it. I become a better man from my trials in life. Just because I don’t choose to flaunt my wealth, just because I want a women with more then a pair of big tits that smiles all the time doesn’t mean a damn thing. You want to talk about how I don’t improve myself while others you know from the slums as you can it have crawled out and made themselves into something once again this shows your know nothing of me or what I do. I have helped people who are worse off then me to become to being what you people call normal. I have built houses for the poor, found them jobs, and done many other charitable things. Yet so sit there and claim to be better then me. You might be better in your mind and the minds of you and your quote unquote Hi Class friends but I’m a much better man then you could ever be.”
“Enough of this personal bullshit lets talk about how I’m gonna be the third man to take you down in ROW. Fox you say people always want to do against your deity and your godly persona. Well that’s true week in an week out people want to talk about taking down the GOD himself. Well I might have talked about it but I wasn’t finished with you yet Fox. I’m broke down the walls on your Deity now its time to break down the man behind the god. You said it yourself you want people to stop attacking your Godness so lets talk about your in-ring ability. You clam that I am the one who lacks skill inside that ring but guess what Fox your right I’m not the best technically. But this isn’t a technical match is it. No it’s a Hardcore match where your ability to put me into a million different holds doesn’t really matter. it’s a street fight Fox….chairs…..ladders…..kendo sticks…that’s what this is. Not your super fancy look what I can do shit. Hell I’d rather watch that retarded Stewart guy on Mad TV do what he does then watch one of your matches. Fox I could literally spend the rest of my life talking about you and your shit but hey I got three other people to talk about and I’m done wasting my time on you.”
*Sid stops talking. He looks down at the ground for a few seconds to gather his thoughts then he stares back into that camera.*
Sid: “Stop the presses everyone. Extreme has claimed to be a little punk, God Extreme don’t make me laugh. Your about as punk as one of my pubes. Even funnier then that little remark was the one later one about how your going to beat me this time around. Extreme get is through that mind of yours you will never beat me. Once again parading that hardcore belt you didn’t win around like the arc of the covenant or something. God Extreme I despise you. Your pathetic. Your entire career is based on what you did months ago when you were carried to the tag team titles on Blade’s back. What have you done since? Lost….Lost…..Lost….You get my point I’m sure. So come back at me Extreme with “If I’m such a loser then why am I the Hardcore champ?” then I’ll look straight towards Dustin Wood and laugh at your pathetic self again. Just hand over the belt now before you come mess with the big boys and get hurt.”
*Sid suddenly stops talking when he hears a sound coming from the room behind him. He rushes to the door and opens it. Constence is has raised her self up to the sitting position. Sid runs to her bed side.*
Sid: “Are you ok babe? You need me to get you anything?”
*Its hard to make out what she is saying through the bandages so Sid grabs some paper and a pencil off of a near by table and she write a note. Sid picks it up and reads it.*
Sid: “Ok Hun. I’ll be right back.”
*Sid exit’s the room and starts walking down the hallway.*
Sid: “That’s wrap this thing up. Big Ging once again I find myself to be amused by your name. Anyway it doesn’t appear that you are as ready for this match as you have lead people to believe. I mean we haven’t heard a word from you. Not a single word…NONE! Maybe I shouldn’t judge you so harshly I mean you are just now making your return to ROW and all. Maybe you just haven’t had time to figure out what to do, or maybe your just so old Alzheimer’s is kicking in and you forgot you were ever here at all. Whatever the deal is this much can be assured of all the people in this little four way match I worry about you the least.”
*Sid keeps walking down the hallway until he arrives at the nurses station.*
Nurse: “How may I help you sir?”
Sid: “Constence wants someone to come down and remove the bandages.”
Nurse: “Ok according to her chart we can do that today. Someone will be down in a few seconds to take care of that for you.”
*Sid walks back down the hallway all the way back to Constence’s room. A Nurse is already in the room undoing the various bandages the surround Constence’s head. The Nurse finishes and slowly moves back revealing Constence. She appears to be her normal self except for a bit of bruising and swelling. Sid looks at her and gives a huge smile.*
Sid: “You look so beautiful baby. How you feeling?”
Constence: “Like hell babe.”
Sid: “I understand. I’m just glad to finally be able to look at you again, and know your ok and know that everything is going to be fine. I promise you now Constence…I PROMISE that Damien Cross will get what’s coming to him. The next time we meet I WILL destroy him. Cross will pay for every second of pain and torture that you and I have had to endure ever since that bastard jumped us. I know those cameras are still rolling so Cross if you can hear me listen up. You think your so badass? You think your so hardcore? You think that you’re the only person here that has a tormented past strewn with disappointments and let downs? Well guess what your NOT. So I am here to challenge you Damien Cross to a Cage of Death match at Cold War. Think you got the ball Damien, or do you just prefer jumping people when their backs are turned and assaulting helpless people.?”
*A tear starts to roll down Constence’s cheek. Sid walks over and they meet each other in a long embrace. The give each other a long, passionate kiss as the scene fades to black.*