Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Feb 1, 2006 11:10:10 GMT -5
napwpres.proboards2.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&n=1&thread=521 - Mosquito Control Part One
Monday Night Fights made a statement. The Doomriders began their quest for the NAPW Tag Team Championship by “mugging” The Dudes and The Crimes after their match. It may have been a tainted victory, as all four men were already tired from their match, but it was a statement none the less. All four men feeling the shock of their pride being stripped of them, The New & Improved D-X just forced to sit and watch the destruction the brothers of Doom can rain upon the NAPW. The Juggernaut has only started to roll, with bug hitting the front grill, crying them upon impact. The mosquito’s have begun to swarm, with the swatter set to kill. Mosquito Control. The Doomrider juggernaut of death, holding the swatter.
(The camera opens in the small shack in the woods once again. It’s been days since Billy Kryenik’s encounter with the mysterious white rabbit that told him the “Future if Friendly”. The camera is positioned outside of the shack, staring in the window from a 15 foot distance. Billy Kryenik is standing in the window, with rabbit in hand, petting it slowly. The camera man steps closer to show a clearer image. The grim and mildew on the window has fogged the glass, but his position and stance remain clear enough to show his smirk upon his face. His mouth moves, his eyes look down at the rabbit. Pet.Pet.Pet Billy’s eyes glance to the camera. He smiles politely and motions with his hand for the camera man to come in. He leaves the window as the camera man moves closer to the door. He grabs for the door knock, but notices that there isn’t one. He looks around and sees a rusted knob beside the door on the cracked concrete slab. The door opens from the inside, with dim light flickering out. He walks inside to a candle lit room, to see Billy’s normal desk, paper, pen, bed and the new addition, a small white rabbit. Billy’s back is turned from the camera, he is talking to himself.)
Billy: I still don’t understand rabbit. What did you mean by “The Future is Friendly?”
silence
Billy: You know you can talk, you did it in my dream.
silence
Billy: You know, you’ve only been around a week and already I’m thinking of rabbit stew and lucky rabbit’s feet.
silence
Billy: Ok, ok. If you want to be a silent bob, then fine. I’ll just shake you a little.
shake, shake, shake
(squeak, squeak from the rabbit. Billy holds it up to his ear.)
Billy: You’re such an (BLEEP), rabbit... Wait a second… that’s the motto for Telus! And they’ve been using rabbits in their commercials lately! That’s it isn’t it!? Telus has somehow kidnapped me, put me under anesthetic, and then implanted a commercial chip into my brain!
(Billy laughs with triumph)
Billy: Success! Those clever, pesky bastards! I’d swear they’re fricken’ geniuses if I wasn’t so bloody angry right now!
(The rabbit looks up at Billy.)
Billy: What? What is it?
silence
Billy: It’s because I said, “fricken’” isn’t it…
silence
Billy: I guess it’s too many Delivery Men promo’s I’ve had to go through…
(The rabbit looks up at him, with complete silence. It wiggles its nose.)
Billy: Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m getting to like either of those guys. I mean honestly rabbit, I’m a UPS man, and they’re Edmonton Delivery. It just wouldn’t work…
nose wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Billy: Jesus Christ rabbit. I don’t like the Delivery Men! I swear!
silence
Billy: That’s it, you’re going in the box!
(Billy gets down on one knee and goes underneath his little bed. He pulls out a 2 foot wide, 1 foot high, wooden box with holes knocked out of it. He opens the lid and smacks the inside.)
Billy: (BLEEP)ing mosquito’s. How in the hell do they manage to survive in this climate, at this time of year?
(Billy puts the rabbit in the box and puts the lid on it. He bites his lower lip and stares at the box. A little squeak from the rabbit is heard, muffled from the encasing.)
Billy: Shhhh… I don’t need to hear the guilt trip.
(Billy puts the box underneath the bed and bites his lip again. He turns to the camera, but keeps glancing down and behind him. He takes a deep breath. He jumps a bit, and smacks his arm.)
Billy: What the (BLEEP)? Another mosquito? It’s the end of January for fri..
(Billy catches himself)
Billy: (BLEEP) sakes… heh.. Little bastards just sneak up on you, and then drive they’re little snout into your skin. Blood sucking parasites.
(Billy slaps his skin.)
Billy: How fitting that a creature like that appears when I have to go into a match with two men who has similar attributes. Two men, both parasites in NAPW. Like little bugs, hibernating away from the world, only to reemerge and go after people they have no business with. It’s a shame they went for the men holding the swatter. The men that wouldn’t think twice before laying down the fatal smack. The two men that single handedly took out both The Crimes and The Dudes on Monday Night Fight. No emotion, no feeling, no remorse, nothing to stop the insanity of the Doomriders. Sure, we may come off as a little off our rocker, with Tommy’s trailer park, Illusions pills, and my bunny rabbit, but that doesn’t take away from out in ring warfare. I’m a 3 time King of the Death Match champion, and held titles all over the world. It’s not as if we rolled out of the ditch, and signed up for this promotion. Where have you been, Celtic Assassins? Have you no dignity? Have you no intelligence? You don’t go wandering into a yard full of pit bulls and pick the meanest ones right away. They’ll chew your face off, and lock that jaw around your throat. Choking and cutting the life right out of you.
Do you expect anything less from the most devastating team in NAPW? We may not hold the titles at the moment, but we have never had the opportunity too. (BLEEP), we’ve only been in this company for a month and already we have stuck the proverbial blade into The Delivery Men, The Decapitators, The Crimes, and The Dudes, and now it’s time for you to play with us. We don’t play well with foreigners. Especially ones who rely on brute strength rather than brains to get them by. This isn’t a lumberjack competition, it’s a (BLEEP)ing homicide.
(Billy smirks to himself, with a face of stone cold anger. His expressions change, rather quickly these days. With his wife back, his career going better, his brand new rabbit, his intensity on camera is rare these days. A glimpse of the old Billy Kryenik has him taking a deep breath.)
Billy: Speaking on the topic of parasites, I heard Chris Casino is holding a Canada Cup tournament? At first I was hesitant because of my lack of respect for him. He has his jet, he has his casino, he has his money, but not much else. It’s not as if I he has respect written on his forehead. More like “(BLEEP) face” or “mr. idiotic”. At any rate, I’ve decided that I am going to take the place of Ravager.
(Kryenik puts his hand over his mouth)
GASP
Billy: That fight wouldn’t be a fight without one of the Doomriders. So Casino, consider that spot filled.
(Kryenik smacks himself again, killing another rare mosquito. He looks at the palm of his hand, with the bug smeared on his palm. His eyes sink in, and close slightly. His mouth widens as his tongue protrudes out of his mouth. He licks his palm slowly.)
Billy: He got a little of my blood.
(He licks his hand clean.)
Billy: I can always tell the difference between my blood and others. Mine tastes more like coal. Maybe that’s saying something, maybe that’s pure coincidence.
(A scuffle is heard from under the bed. Billy’s expression of hatred turns to concern. He looks behind him and kneels down. He pulls out the box and puts it on the bed. He opens it up again and jumps back a bit. The camera zooms in on the rabbit and it is covered in mosquito’s. It’s moving around, trying to shake them off. Billy picks up the rabbit and smacks him several times, killing the insects on contact.)
Billy: Poor rabbit. So defenseless against their attacks.
(Billy puts the rabbit up to his ear.)
Billy: What was that?
silence
Billy: You want me to kill all the mosquito’s? smirk Your wish is my command.
(Billy smirks, mouthing “You’re going to die” at the camera. A blatant threat to the Celtic Assassins, and everyone in the Canada Cup Tournament. Billy Kryenik is a changed man, one that doesn’t have any idea which direction he’s going. One minute, anger, the next pure compassion. It’s the enigma that wins the race. The camera closes.)
Monday Night Fights made a statement. The Doomriders began their quest for the NAPW Tag Team Championship by “mugging” The Dudes and The Crimes after their match. It may have been a tainted victory, as all four men were already tired from their match, but it was a statement none the less. All four men feeling the shock of their pride being stripped of them, The New & Improved D-X just forced to sit and watch the destruction the brothers of Doom can rain upon the NAPW. The Juggernaut has only started to roll, with bug hitting the front grill, crying them upon impact. The mosquito’s have begun to swarm, with the swatter set to kill. Mosquito Control. The Doomrider juggernaut of death, holding the swatter.
(The camera opens in the small shack in the woods once again. It’s been days since Billy Kryenik’s encounter with the mysterious white rabbit that told him the “Future if Friendly”. The camera is positioned outside of the shack, staring in the window from a 15 foot distance. Billy Kryenik is standing in the window, with rabbit in hand, petting it slowly. The camera man steps closer to show a clearer image. The grim and mildew on the window has fogged the glass, but his position and stance remain clear enough to show his smirk upon his face. His mouth moves, his eyes look down at the rabbit. Pet.Pet.Pet Billy’s eyes glance to the camera. He smiles politely and motions with his hand for the camera man to come in. He leaves the window as the camera man moves closer to the door. He grabs for the door knock, but notices that there isn’t one. He looks around and sees a rusted knob beside the door on the cracked concrete slab. The door opens from the inside, with dim light flickering out. He walks inside to a candle lit room, to see Billy’s normal desk, paper, pen, bed and the new addition, a small white rabbit. Billy’s back is turned from the camera, he is talking to himself.)
Billy: I still don’t understand rabbit. What did you mean by “The Future is Friendly?”
silence
Billy: You know you can talk, you did it in my dream.
silence
Billy: You know, you’ve only been around a week and already I’m thinking of rabbit stew and lucky rabbit’s feet.
silence
Billy: Ok, ok. If you want to be a silent bob, then fine. I’ll just shake you a little.
shake, shake, shake
(squeak, squeak from the rabbit. Billy holds it up to his ear.)
Billy: You’re such an (BLEEP), rabbit... Wait a second… that’s the motto for Telus! And they’ve been using rabbits in their commercials lately! That’s it isn’t it!? Telus has somehow kidnapped me, put me under anesthetic, and then implanted a commercial chip into my brain!
(Billy laughs with triumph)
Billy: Success! Those clever, pesky bastards! I’d swear they’re fricken’ geniuses if I wasn’t so bloody angry right now!
(The rabbit looks up at Billy.)
Billy: What? What is it?
silence
Billy: It’s because I said, “fricken’” isn’t it…
silence
Billy: I guess it’s too many Delivery Men promo’s I’ve had to go through…
(The rabbit looks up at him, with complete silence. It wiggles its nose.)
Billy: Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m getting to like either of those guys. I mean honestly rabbit, I’m a UPS man, and they’re Edmonton Delivery. It just wouldn’t work…
nose wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Billy: Jesus Christ rabbit. I don’t like the Delivery Men! I swear!
silence
Billy: That’s it, you’re going in the box!
(Billy gets down on one knee and goes underneath his little bed. He pulls out a 2 foot wide, 1 foot high, wooden box with holes knocked out of it. He opens the lid and smacks the inside.)
Billy: (BLEEP)ing mosquito’s. How in the hell do they manage to survive in this climate, at this time of year?
(Billy puts the rabbit in the box and puts the lid on it. He bites his lower lip and stares at the box. A little squeak from the rabbit is heard, muffled from the encasing.)
Billy: Shhhh… I don’t need to hear the guilt trip.
(Billy puts the box underneath the bed and bites his lip again. He turns to the camera, but keeps glancing down and behind him. He takes a deep breath. He jumps a bit, and smacks his arm.)
Billy: What the (BLEEP)? Another mosquito? It’s the end of January for fri..
(Billy catches himself)
Billy: (BLEEP) sakes… heh.. Little bastards just sneak up on you, and then drive they’re little snout into your skin. Blood sucking parasites.
(Billy slaps his skin.)
Billy: How fitting that a creature like that appears when I have to go into a match with two men who has similar attributes. Two men, both parasites in NAPW. Like little bugs, hibernating away from the world, only to reemerge and go after people they have no business with. It’s a shame they went for the men holding the swatter. The men that wouldn’t think twice before laying down the fatal smack. The two men that single handedly took out both The Crimes and The Dudes on Monday Night Fight. No emotion, no feeling, no remorse, nothing to stop the insanity of the Doomriders. Sure, we may come off as a little off our rocker, with Tommy’s trailer park, Illusions pills, and my bunny rabbit, but that doesn’t take away from out in ring warfare. I’m a 3 time King of the Death Match champion, and held titles all over the world. It’s not as if we rolled out of the ditch, and signed up for this promotion. Where have you been, Celtic Assassins? Have you no dignity? Have you no intelligence? You don’t go wandering into a yard full of pit bulls and pick the meanest ones right away. They’ll chew your face off, and lock that jaw around your throat. Choking and cutting the life right out of you.
Do you expect anything less from the most devastating team in NAPW? We may not hold the titles at the moment, but we have never had the opportunity too. (BLEEP), we’ve only been in this company for a month and already we have stuck the proverbial blade into The Delivery Men, The Decapitators, The Crimes, and The Dudes, and now it’s time for you to play with us. We don’t play well with foreigners. Especially ones who rely on brute strength rather than brains to get them by. This isn’t a lumberjack competition, it’s a (BLEEP)ing homicide.
(Billy smirks to himself, with a face of stone cold anger. His expressions change, rather quickly these days. With his wife back, his career going better, his brand new rabbit, his intensity on camera is rare these days. A glimpse of the old Billy Kryenik has him taking a deep breath.)
Billy: Speaking on the topic of parasites, I heard Chris Casino is holding a Canada Cup tournament? At first I was hesitant because of my lack of respect for him. He has his jet, he has his casino, he has his money, but not much else. It’s not as if I he has respect written on his forehead. More like “(BLEEP) face” or “mr. idiotic”. At any rate, I’ve decided that I am going to take the place of Ravager.
(Kryenik puts his hand over his mouth)
GASP
Billy: That fight wouldn’t be a fight without one of the Doomriders. So Casino, consider that spot filled.
(Kryenik smacks himself again, killing another rare mosquito. He looks at the palm of his hand, with the bug smeared on his palm. His eyes sink in, and close slightly. His mouth widens as his tongue protrudes out of his mouth. He licks his palm slowly.)
Billy: He got a little of my blood.
(He licks his hand clean.)
Billy: I can always tell the difference between my blood and others. Mine tastes more like coal. Maybe that’s saying something, maybe that’s pure coincidence.
(A scuffle is heard from under the bed. Billy’s expression of hatred turns to concern. He looks behind him and kneels down. He pulls out the box and puts it on the bed. He opens it up again and jumps back a bit. The camera zooms in on the rabbit and it is covered in mosquito’s. It’s moving around, trying to shake them off. Billy picks up the rabbit and smacks him several times, killing the insects on contact.)
Billy: Poor rabbit. So defenseless against their attacks.
(Billy puts the rabbit up to his ear.)
Billy: What was that?
silence
Billy: You want me to kill all the mosquito’s? smirk Your wish is my command.
(Billy smirks, mouthing “You’re going to die” at the camera. A blatant threat to the Celtic Assassins, and everyone in the Canada Cup Tournament. Billy Kryenik is a changed man, one that doesn’t have any idea which direction he’s going. One minute, anger, the next pure compassion. It’s the enigma that wins the race. The camera closes.)