Post by Nightmare on Jan 9, 2006 18:37:04 GMT -5
[fade up]
[our host is back in the straight jacket. Blake Larkinson has awaken from his deep alchoholic sleep just as Apocalypse's last promo ended, and the craziest son-of-a-bitch in history smiles, watching Blake pace, thinking]
[the crazy s.o.b named Apocalypse has left the state marked 'crazy' and entered the state 'inhumanly insane'. we know this based on the sounds and faces he makes. much like an animal]
Blake> Why the hell do you need a manager if you continue to go around my back and do the opposite as I tell you?
[Apocalypse just smiles and licks his bottom lip]
Blake> Come on. What the hell is the point?
[Apocalypse stands from his chair, his straight jacket still on, and growls]
Apocalypse> I have a manager to prevent me from killing my opponents. Although there is nothing you can do during a match, your job is to keep my fellow superstars from meeting certain death.
[Blake looks both surprised and disgusted. our host insanely and spitefully laughs his trademark high-pitched maniacle laughter]
[Blake leaves the room]
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Voice on TV> NAPW Action!, January Twelf, The Crusher will defend his title against 'The Don' Don Travelli, and the craziest son-of-a-bitch in history, the Animal, Apocalypse!
[three split pics of each event flash across the screen, and the NAPW TV Title belt flashes cross the top]
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[fade up]
[Apocalypse has been freed forcefully of the straight jacket. we know this based on the torn jacket on the floor. Blake has left the room, and Apocalypse by himself, to ponder a sequence of events. a television set has been place before him with a VCR on the top]
[Blake returns and hands our host a tape, which he snatches greedily out of his hands and shoves into the VCR]
[the TV flickers a bit, then a scene of The Crusher writing a letter flashes onto the screen]
Crusher> Dear Victims:
To all my enimies to all who come up against me for those who doubt me. When i got this title or before i got it i said that i was going to show the Napw the meaning of hardcore just what im saying is this title won't be coming off anytime soon. Come on Don your not anywhere up to par with me heck you don't even deserve a title shot and Apocalypse you think you can scare me with that im evil bullcrap you better go back to some crappy wrestling league with that all that doesn't scare when you get in that ring expect to feel the crusher effect. So to the both of you Im not giving a chance to kill you will be Crushed!!!!!.
Sincerly,
The Crusher
[the scene fades out on the screen and Apocalypse bursts out laughing]
Apocalypse> Who the hell does this bum think he is? He isn't even worthy of carrying that belt, and he's bad mouthing two people who are obviously better than him! He needs a serious reality check if he hopes to defeat the craziest s.o.b in history. The Animal, Apocalypse!
[Blake smiles]
Blake> Perhaps he is a little overconfident?
[Apocalypse just shakes his head and sits down]
Apocalypse> (looking at camera) Crusher you are in way over your head and you don't even know it! It's really quite pitiful, actually. You expect me to just give up on Thursday to let you win out of pity? You are sadly mistaken my friend.
And who are you to call either of us 'victims'? The only person you victimize, Crusher, is yourself. You have a lot to learn. About pain, suffering, death, and the end of the world! The apocalypse! Judgement Day! Deathday! Doomsday! Would you like me to continue?!
[he quietly laughs to himself as Blake rewinds the tape, as if they would watch such a crappy promo again]
Apocalypse> Crusher, you man-toddler! You have nothing on me or Travelli! Besides a so-called 'Kiss of Death', that none of us will easily forget.
[he shakes his head and grinds his teeth]
Apocalypse> Let me tell you, Travelli, that no such kiss will be performed on me. I will have ripped your lips from your face before you could try such a stunt, you (BLEEP). Maybe this isn't your place? No, you belong in a magical rainbow world with nothing but homosexuals, much like yourself, d*ck head. I'm not sure I want to get in the ring with you if you are gonna do that!
[the two laugh at such a horrible pun. the VCR makes a slight *click* as the video is done rewinding]
Blake> Wanna review it again?
[Apocalypse gets a surprised look]
Apocalypse> Hell no. I don't think I want to watch Crusher misspell so many words again! Maybe a quick punch to the head and he'll add on another 25 IQ to the 60 IQ he already has. God damn it.
[Apocalypse is put back in the straight jacket by Blake, who sits down to read HBK's new book]
[fade out]
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[our host is back in the straight jacket. Blake Larkinson has awaken from his deep alchoholic sleep just as Apocalypse's last promo ended, and the craziest son-of-a-bitch in history smiles, watching Blake pace, thinking]
[the crazy s.o.b named Apocalypse has left the state marked 'crazy' and entered the state 'inhumanly insane'. we know this based on the sounds and faces he makes. much like an animal]
Blake> Why the hell do you need a manager if you continue to go around my back and do the opposite as I tell you?
[Apocalypse just smiles and licks his bottom lip]
Blake> Come on. What the hell is the point?
[Apocalypse stands from his chair, his straight jacket still on, and growls]
Apocalypse> I have a manager to prevent me from killing my opponents. Although there is nothing you can do during a match, your job is to keep my fellow superstars from meeting certain death.
[Blake looks both surprised and disgusted. our host insanely and spitefully laughs his trademark high-pitched maniacle laughter]
[Blake leaves the room]
[fade out]
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[fade up]
Voice on TV> NAPW Action!, January Twelf, The Crusher will defend his title against 'The Don' Don Travelli, and the craziest son-of-a-bitch in history, the Animal, Apocalypse!
[three split pics of each event flash across the screen, and the NAPW TV Title belt flashes cross the top]
[fade out]
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[fade up]
[Apocalypse has been freed forcefully of the straight jacket. we know this based on the torn jacket on the floor. Blake has left the room, and Apocalypse by himself, to ponder a sequence of events. a television set has been place before him with a VCR on the top]
[Blake returns and hands our host a tape, which he snatches greedily out of his hands and shoves into the VCR]
[the TV flickers a bit, then a scene of The Crusher writing a letter flashes onto the screen]
Crusher> Dear Victims:
To all my enimies to all who come up against me for those who doubt me. When i got this title or before i got it i said that i was going to show the Napw the meaning of hardcore just what im saying is this title won't be coming off anytime soon. Come on Don your not anywhere up to par with me heck you don't even deserve a title shot and Apocalypse you think you can scare me with that im evil bullcrap you better go back to some crappy wrestling league with that all that doesn't scare when you get in that ring expect to feel the crusher effect. So to the both of you Im not giving a chance to kill you will be Crushed!!!!!.
Sincerly,
The Crusher
[the scene fades out on the screen and Apocalypse bursts out laughing]
Apocalypse> Who the hell does this bum think he is? He isn't even worthy of carrying that belt, and he's bad mouthing two people who are obviously better than him! He needs a serious reality check if he hopes to defeat the craziest s.o.b in history. The Animal, Apocalypse!
[Blake smiles]
Blake> Perhaps he is a little overconfident?
[Apocalypse just shakes his head and sits down]
Apocalypse> (looking at camera) Crusher you are in way over your head and you don't even know it! It's really quite pitiful, actually. You expect me to just give up on Thursday to let you win out of pity? You are sadly mistaken my friend.
And who are you to call either of us 'victims'? The only person you victimize, Crusher, is yourself. You have a lot to learn. About pain, suffering, death, and the end of the world! The apocalypse! Judgement Day! Deathday! Doomsday! Would you like me to continue?!
[he quietly laughs to himself as Blake rewinds the tape, as if they would watch such a crappy promo again]
Apocalypse> Crusher, you man-toddler! You have nothing on me or Travelli! Besides a so-called 'Kiss of Death', that none of us will easily forget.
[he shakes his head and grinds his teeth]
Apocalypse> Let me tell you, Travelli, that no such kiss will be performed on me. I will have ripped your lips from your face before you could try such a stunt, you (BLEEP). Maybe this isn't your place? No, you belong in a magical rainbow world with nothing but homosexuals, much like yourself, d*ck head. I'm not sure I want to get in the ring with you if you are gonna do that!
[the two laugh at such a horrible pun. the VCR makes a slight *click* as the video is done rewinding]
Blake> Wanna review it again?
[Apocalypse gets a surprised look]
Apocalypse> Hell no. I don't think I want to watch Crusher misspell so many words again! Maybe a quick punch to the head and he'll add on another 25 IQ to the 60 IQ he already has. God damn it.
[Apocalypse is put back in the straight jacket by Blake, who sits down to read HBK's new book]
[fade out]
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