Post by Nightmare on Jan 26, 2006 23:38:25 GMT -5
[fade up]
[we find ourselves in the pescence of Apocalypse and Blake inside their new home. well, call it 'new' if you want, but that's not what it is. the walls and floors almost smell horrible with rot, and dust covers everything minus what the two have recently used. the ceiling of wood is dripping and falling apart very slowly. Apocalypse sits in his uncomfortable chair shifting his weight to try and find a comfortable position. there isn't one]
Apocalypse> Damn chair! F*ckin' thorn in my ass. Much like Lobo, Travelli and Olypsi-whats-his-nuts.
[he looks toward Blake smiling behind a red/black mask. Blake shakes his head, having absolutely no idea what the Hell he is talking about]
Apocalypse> Lobo, you fail to realize that The Animal always brings a game plan to the ring! I will win, Lobo, and if I lose, you will be seeing Apocalypse around A LOT more often, my friend.
[he stands from his chair, frustratedly. Blake shakes his head in disgust. Apocalyse's mask glistens in the light of the sun through a crack in the ceiling]
Apocalypse> Trust me, Lobo, even if it's a submission match, I will give you a Hell of a hard time catching me in the so-called 'dragon sleeper'. You don't scare me with your 'I'm so big' bull sh*t. Lobo, you will end up exactly like Kurt Angle. The crowd will welcome you with echoing chants of 'YOU SUCK'.
[he motions to sit back down, but turns and kicks the chair through the rotting wall. outside lays a farmer's field covered in snow]
Apocalypse> See? Judgement Day has already begun!
[we fade to black]
[we find ourselves in the pescence of Apocalypse and Blake inside their new home. well, call it 'new' if you want, but that's not what it is. the walls and floors almost smell horrible with rot, and dust covers everything minus what the two have recently used. the ceiling of wood is dripping and falling apart very slowly. Apocalypse sits in his uncomfortable chair shifting his weight to try and find a comfortable position. there isn't one]
Apocalypse> Damn chair! F*ckin' thorn in my ass. Much like Lobo, Travelli and Olypsi-whats-his-nuts.
[he looks toward Blake smiling behind a red/black mask. Blake shakes his head, having absolutely no idea what the Hell he is talking about]
Apocalypse> Lobo, you fail to realize that The Animal always brings a game plan to the ring! I will win, Lobo, and if I lose, you will be seeing Apocalypse around A LOT more often, my friend.
[he stands from his chair, frustratedly. Blake shakes his head in disgust. Apocalyse's mask glistens in the light of the sun through a crack in the ceiling]
Apocalypse> Trust me, Lobo, even if it's a submission match, I will give you a Hell of a hard time catching me in the so-called 'dragon sleeper'. You don't scare me with your 'I'm so big' bull sh*t. Lobo, you will end up exactly like Kurt Angle. The crowd will welcome you with echoing chants of 'YOU SUCK'.
[he motions to sit back down, but turns and kicks the chair through the rotting wall. outside lays a farmer's field covered in snow]
Apocalypse> See? Judgement Day has already begun!
[we fade to black]