Post by Nightmare on Dec 26, 2005 14:35:50 GMT -5
[fade up]
[we find ourselves face-to-face with our host's masked face, once again. his mouth bares white shiny teeth to suggest an insane sense of humor. the doctor and Blake can be heard arguing]
Doctor> One more test, OK? If he passes, he can wrestle on Action! nex week, deal?
Blake> Well, what if he fails?
[the doctor lets out a deep sigh. Apocalypse waits for the answer, smiling only slightly]
Doctor> If he fails, execution is inevitable. . .
[Blake mutters something under his breath. we can not hear it any more than the doctor can hear it. at the mention of execution, our host's smile widens ear-to-ear with sparkly white teeth]
[full scale view of the iron, chained, guarded door. the doctor knocks as Apocalypse stands and slowly walks towards the door. his smile has faded to a straight face]
Doctor> Do you know your name?
[Apocalypse says nothing, at first]
Doctor> Hmm? Do you know your name?
Apocalypse> My name. . . is Apocalypse.
[the doctor shakes his head]
Doctor> No, your real name.
[the smile on our host's face widens almost instantly]
Apocalypse> I have no real name. My name is Apocalypse.
[the doctor shakes his head and takes his glasses off. he looks down at a clipboard and writes what appears to be a small 'x' next to our host's cell number]
Doctor> You are to be executed, by the electric chair.
[at this our host laughs, uncontrollably in his high-pitched, meniacle manner]
To be continued before Action!
[we find ourselves face-to-face with our host's masked face, once again. his mouth bares white shiny teeth to suggest an insane sense of humor. the doctor and Blake can be heard arguing]
Doctor> One more test, OK? If he passes, he can wrestle on Action! nex week, deal?
Blake> Well, what if he fails?
[the doctor lets out a deep sigh. Apocalypse waits for the answer, smiling only slightly]
Doctor> If he fails, execution is inevitable. . .
[Blake mutters something under his breath. we can not hear it any more than the doctor can hear it. at the mention of execution, our host's smile widens ear-to-ear with sparkly white teeth]
[full scale view of the iron, chained, guarded door. the doctor knocks as Apocalypse stands and slowly walks towards the door. his smile has faded to a straight face]
Doctor> Do you know your name?
[Apocalypse says nothing, at first]
Doctor> Hmm? Do you know your name?
Apocalypse> My name. . . is Apocalypse.
[the doctor shakes his head]
Doctor> No, your real name.
[the smile on our host's face widens almost instantly]
Apocalypse> I have no real name. My name is Apocalypse.
[the doctor shakes his head and takes his glasses off. he looks down at a clipboard and writes what appears to be a small 'x' next to our host's cell number]
Doctor> You are to be executed, by the electric chair.
[at this our host laughs, uncontrollably in his high-pitched, meniacle manner]
To be continued before Action!