Post by 'The Cyclone' JK on Jul 10, 2010 13:41:40 GMT -5
*It is a dark and stormy night in the city of Los Angeles, the Lights are shining bright on the world renowned HOLLYWOOD sign, the figure of a man is sitting on the ‘H’ with a small Battery powered portable Television. The Cameras come up closer to see Phantom is that man*
Phantom: Slithering towards the dream all infected with the same disease, awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver.
*Phantom looks up and stares at the city’s skyline*
Phantom: As the fat rats grovel, ready to steal your innocence and exploit your soul.
*As Phantom says this line, the monitor flickers into life at this time and begins showing images of people in this company now and in the past, the first Image is Marlo the beautiful*
Phantom: Some will hit their knees In a rancid act of desperation.
*Andrew Clash appears on the monitor at this line*
Phantom: While others search or a hopeless god to save them.
*Sean Cyanide appears on the monitor*
Phantom: For every four, there will be one hundred thousand fallen, drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed.
*Once Phantom says for every four, Travis Roberts appears on the monitor holding up the GIW Global championship, and on the line 100,000 fallen, an image of JK getting destroyed by Andy Savana appears. The monitor flickers off at this time*
Phantom: This city, full of plastic angels, will seduce you.
*Phantom looks back down at the tourists taking photos of the trademark sign*
Phantom: Those lyrics, to the Motley Crue song used to describe Los Angeles. Who knew it could be used to sum up the rogues in GIW?
*He throws the blank monitor down to the ground, he once again looks up to the skyline of the city as a loud crash is heard from underneath*
Tourist: ‘EY WATCH WHERE YOU THROWIN’ THINGS BUDDY, I’M A NEW YORKER I’LL KICK YOUR HEAD IN!
Phantom: Just the type of behaviour found in those fools who were taken out of the company, they were all Idiots. They got their comeuppance, soon it shall be time for my wrath to be unleashed on another unwilling fool, the sleaze they call BeeB “the great”. Why it shall be me to fight this unfocused baboon of a Philadelphia man, but none the less I shall come down with the same amount of vengeance that I would any worthy Wrestler the come into the ring with me; if there is ever one.
*He stands up from his kneeling position and continues to gaze out into the city*
Phantom: Every week it’s the same thing with you, you have a little bit of a talk on your upcoming match, then go right back to your...........fornicating, while your opponent focuses on the match and nothing else. Although I should congratulate you on making it with a fake Ms. Harding with your..............physique, it must have been quite difficult to get her in the mood correct?
*Phantom takes a deep breath and back flips off of the sign. He then proceeds to walk down the mountain side and walk down into the city of Los Angeles.*
Phantom: Take a look at the bums lying in the gutter, have a look at all these untalented homeless people. They were all once like you at one point or another, thinking that they were the greatest at one point or another, take this person for example,
*Phantom points to a drunken bum sleeping on the sidewalk with a sign propped up saying “veteran of the Vietnam War”*
Phantom: he fought in a war, he survived, I bet he felt like the greatest person who ever lived once he got his active service medals, but now, he lies down on the cold and at times like today, wet pavement, begging for change from tourists who probably only know 4 words of the English language. So all I have to say about you being the greatest is simply this. You my friend are not, and will never be the greatest.
*He continues his walk down the dark and lonely street when he notices two teenagers in a local restaurant, laughing and having a good time*
Phantom: Now to my second point on this Mr. “BeeB”, being someone who goes out for one night stands in bars is not a good thing, you will lose focus on the task at hand, and 9 times out of 10, wind up with an STD or STI of some form or another. Those who seek out a strong relationship, as my colleague JK, is demonstrating as we speak with his Jasmine, you gain some drive going into your match, you gain drive to not disappoint your Partner. But I guess the only “Long Term” relationship with something even close to a girl you could ever hope for, is with one Doctor Franknfurter from the film Rocky Horror Picture show.
*Phantom continues on down the street towards an elderly woman being mugged by a gang of thugs*
Phantom: These are the scum who embody the same things that you do, Taping of the ass, stealing, and claiming that they are the greatest, but in the real world, they are the crap of the world, taking advantage of those weaker than they are.
*the muggers realise that Phantom is talking trash about them. The first one in a tank top, ripped jeans, and wearing a bandanna tied around his head trying to look like a black gangster even though he is white charges at Phantom swinging a baseball bat at him. Phantom just ducks and trusts a hard right hand to the gut of the assailant. As the mugger is gasping for air, phantom grabs his head, and slams him straight through the windshield of a nearby Toyota Prius. The second mugger in a white T-shirt, denim jacket, New York Yankees flat brimmed hat, and tattered jeans grabs the wrench he was using to steal the wheel of a nearby car and throws it at Phantom. He just grabs it out of Mid-air and in one fluent motion, throws it back and hits the mugger right in between the eyes, with enough force to send him flying into his friends.
one of the Gang members who isnt hit has a puzzled look on his face*
Gang Member: Damn Homie! Y'all Must be trippin if yall think you can take on me and ma brothers!
*Phantom just glares daggers at the Gang member, he balls one of his hands into a fist, holds it up, and the member backs off as if he doesnt want anything to do with Phantom*
Phantom: And yet they themselves are no stronger without weapons than George Bush without his U.S army. That is why they are so despicable; they resort to the cheapest of tactics to get the upper hand on those weaker or sicker than them. Take away their guns and their knives; they are no stronger than a five year old.
*he continues down the road until he arrives at the Staples centre, where the big digitalised sign says SUNDAY, GIW SENTINEL SOLD OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phantom goes in through the personnel only*
Phantom: Only those who fight or act not for themselves but for the audiences that pay for our salaries or the people of the city in general can ever be the best in this business. Those who can only think of themselves, well they end up as you saw, in the gutter asking for change from foreign tourists who can only speak a few words in the mother tongue. Oh and just before I retire to my slumber, I have noticed that no one has given you a proper greeting, so to you BeeB I say this.
Welcome to Los Angeles!
*Phantom heads up to the rafters where all that is set up there is a single burlap rag where he rests for the night.
Morning comes as phantom wakes up to notice JK practising in the ring with a personal trainer.*
Trainer: C’mon JK, don’t let that win against that jobber clash get to your head, you need to keep up that ferocity!
JK: Yeah, Yeah, I know mate; I’m just a little confused as to why I’m here, I’m not carded for any sort of appearance this week, I should be resting up for the PPV that’s coming up soon. Besides that Guitar Hero contest down at the arcade isn’t going to win itself, I should be winning that instead of training, so why am I here?
*Phantom has now descended from the rafters and is right behind the young Australian*
Phantom: Because you should always be ready for any unsuspected appearances.
Trainer: Um.......yeah what he said............
JK: Phantom, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you still live in the rafter’s man.
Phantom: I need nothing of the creature comforts, they are all a distraction. I sleep in the arena to keep me focused on the match in the week ahead instead on what I’m doing now.
JK: Well mate I wish you luck this week, I’ve heard that this BeeB guy is pretty good.
*Phantom snarls at the word “luck”*
Phantom: Please not even an infant needs any luck in destroying this pathetic mortal!
JK: Oh yeah, I forgot you were a bit touchy on the whole 'luck' thing arent you?
*Phantom just nods slightly*
JK: ahwell, just remeber, you gotta verse this guy again at infinity with me and Jazz, so do what you always do, stay focused, kick ass, study his strenghts/weaknesses, and make sure he cant walk out of the building!
*Phantom slightly laughs along with JK.*
Phantom: JK, it shall not be too much work to make sure that that drogue cant crawl let alone walk out of the arena. He'll probably be so disapointed that he can not go to the local stripclub afterwards.
*SCENE ENDS*
Phantom: Slithering towards the dream all infected with the same disease, awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver.
*Phantom looks up and stares at the city’s skyline*
Phantom: As the fat rats grovel, ready to steal your innocence and exploit your soul.
*As Phantom says this line, the monitor flickers into life at this time and begins showing images of people in this company now and in the past, the first Image is Marlo the beautiful*
Phantom: Some will hit their knees In a rancid act of desperation.
*Andrew Clash appears on the monitor at this line*
Phantom: While others search or a hopeless god to save them.
*Sean Cyanide appears on the monitor*
Phantom: For every four, there will be one hundred thousand fallen, drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed.
*Once Phantom says for every four, Travis Roberts appears on the monitor holding up the GIW Global championship, and on the line 100,000 fallen, an image of JK getting destroyed by Andy Savana appears. The monitor flickers off at this time*
Phantom: This city, full of plastic angels, will seduce you.
*Phantom looks back down at the tourists taking photos of the trademark sign*
Phantom: Those lyrics, to the Motley Crue song used to describe Los Angeles. Who knew it could be used to sum up the rogues in GIW?
*He throws the blank monitor down to the ground, he once again looks up to the skyline of the city as a loud crash is heard from underneath*
Tourist: ‘EY WATCH WHERE YOU THROWIN’ THINGS BUDDY, I’M A NEW YORKER I’LL KICK YOUR HEAD IN!
Phantom: Just the type of behaviour found in those fools who were taken out of the company, they were all Idiots. They got their comeuppance, soon it shall be time for my wrath to be unleashed on another unwilling fool, the sleaze they call BeeB “the great”. Why it shall be me to fight this unfocused baboon of a Philadelphia man, but none the less I shall come down with the same amount of vengeance that I would any worthy Wrestler the come into the ring with me; if there is ever one.
*He stands up from his kneeling position and continues to gaze out into the city*
Phantom: Every week it’s the same thing with you, you have a little bit of a talk on your upcoming match, then go right back to your...........fornicating, while your opponent focuses on the match and nothing else. Although I should congratulate you on making it with a fake Ms. Harding with your..............physique, it must have been quite difficult to get her in the mood correct?
*Phantom takes a deep breath and back flips off of the sign. He then proceeds to walk down the mountain side and walk down into the city of Los Angeles.*
Phantom: Take a look at the bums lying in the gutter, have a look at all these untalented homeless people. They were all once like you at one point or another, thinking that they were the greatest at one point or another, take this person for example,
*Phantom points to a drunken bum sleeping on the sidewalk with a sign propped up saying “veteran of the Vietnam War”*
Phantom: he fought in a war, he survived, I bet he felt like the greatest person who ever lived once he got his active service medals, but now, he lies down on the cold and at times like today, wet pavement, begging for change from tourists who probably only know 4 words of the English language. So all I have to say about you being the greatest is simply this. You my friend are not, and will never be the greatest.
*He continues his walk down the dark and lonely street when he notices two teenagers in a local restaurant, laughing and having a good time*
Phantom: Now to my second point on this Mr. “BeeB”, being someone who goes out for one night stands in bars is not a good thing, you will lose focus on the task at hand, and 9 times out of 10, wind up with an STD or STI of some form or another. Those who seek out a strong relationship, as my colleague JK, is demonstrating as we speak with his Jasmine, you gain some drive going into your match, you gain drive to not disappoint your Partner. But I guess the only “Long Term” relationship with something even close to a girl you could ever hope for, is with one Doctor Franknfurter from the film Rocky Horror Picture show.
*Phantom continues on down the street towards an elderly woman being mugged by a gang of thugs*
Phantom: These are the scum who embody the same things that you do, Taping of the ass, stealing, and claiming that they are the greatest, but in the real world, they are the crap of the world, taking advantage of those weaker than they are.
*the muggers realise that Phantom is talking trash about them. The first one in a tank top, ripped jeans, and wearing a bandanna tied around his head trying to look like a black gangster even though he is white charges at Phantom swinging a baseball bat at him. Phantom just ducks and trusts a hard right hand to the gut of the assailant. As the mugger is gasping for air, phantom grabs his head, and slams him straight through the windshield of a nearby Toyota Prius. The second mugger in a white T-shirt, denim jacket, New York Yankees flat brimmed hat, and tattered jeans grabs the wrench he was using to steal the wheel of a nearby car and throws it at Phantom. He just grabs it out of Mid-air and in one fluent motion, throws it back and hits the mugger right in between the eyes, with enough force to send him flying into his friends.
one of the Gang members who isnt hit has a puzzled look on his face*
Gang Member: Damn Homie! Y'all Must be trippin if yall think you can take on me and ma brothers!
*Phantom just glares daggers at the Gang member, he balls one of his hands into a fist, holds it up, and the member backs off as if he doesnt want anything to do with Phantom*
Phantom: And yet they themselves are no stronger without weapons than George Bush without his U.S army. That is why they are so despicable; they resort to the cheapest of tactics to get the upper hand on those weaker or sicker than them. Take away their guns and their knives; they are no stronger than a five year old.
*he continues down the road until he arrives at the Staples centre, where the big digitalised sign says SUNDAY, GIW SENTINEL SOLD OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phantom goes in through the personnel only*
Phantom: Only those who fight or act not for themselves but for the audiences that pay for our salaries or the people of the city in general can ever be the best in this business. Those who can only think of themselves, well they end up as you saw, in the gutter asking for change from foreign tourists who can only speak a few words in the mother tongue. Oh and just before I retire to my slumber, I have noticed that no one has given you a proper greeting, so to you BeeB I say this.
Welcome to Los Angeles!
*Phantom heads up to the rafters where all that is set up there is a single burlap rag where he rests for the night.
Morning comes as phantom wakes up to notice JK practising in the ring with a personal trainer.*
Trainer: C’mon JK, don’t let that win against that jobber clash get to your head, you need to keep up that ferocity!
JK: Yeah, Yeah, I know mate; I’m just a little confused as to why I’m here, I’m not carded for any sort of appearance this week, I should be resting up for the PPV that’s coming up soon. Besides that Guitar Hero contest down at the arcade isn’t going to win itself, I should be winning that instead of training, so why am I here?
*Phantom has now descended from the rafters and is right behind the young Australian*
Phantom: Because you should always be ready for any unsuspected appearances.
Trainer: Um.......yeah what he said............
JK: Phantom, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you still live in the rafter’s man.
Phantom: I need nothing of the creature comforts, they are all a distraction. I sleep in the arena to keep me focused on the match in the week ahead instead on what I’m doing now.
JK: Well mate I wish you luck this week, I’ve heard that this BeeB guy is pretty good.
*Phantom snarls at the word “luck”*
Phantom: Please not even an infant needs any luck in destroying this pathetic mortal!
JK: Oh yeah, I forgot you were a bit touchy on the whole 'luck' thing arent you?
*Phantom just nods slightly*
JK: ahwell, just remeber, you gotta verse this guy again at infinity with me and Jazz, so do what you always do, stay focused, kick ass, study his strenghts/weaknesses, and make sure he cant walk out of the building!
*Phantom slightly laughs along with JK.*
Phantom: JK, it shall not be too much work to make sure that that drogue cant crawl let alone walk out of the arena. He'll probably be so disapointed that he can not go to the local stripclub afterwards.
*SCENE ENDS*
