Post by Psychotic Circus on Feb 24, 2013 6:53:12 GMT -5
*Three minutes to air time before Dawn of Destruction.*
"...What's bothering you so, Grimey?"
-The former GM of TNT was standing against the wall, his arms tucked against his chest with an air-tight lock. His attention was turned to a small television set that provided the only source of light for this scene. Grimey stared for a few seconds before plucking the tooth pick from his mouth and chucking the thin piece of wood across the room.-
"I dontz seez howz youz canz be so con-foo-dent. TOO-nyght is crucial tooooz our planz and wez still ain'tz gotz no plan!"
-The voice came from the chair in the middle of the room, it was seemingly devoid of life until the calm, cool and collected words came from it. Strands of long, greasy hair were flipped over it before a shinning hat of military origin was slipped over the unkept mess snuggly and the leather bound book Jerry Nate was seen with on Vince Vegas' crappy talk show was lifted.-
"Grimey, Grimey...settle down. We have a plan, and it's written right here in the good book. Tonight we either fire the first shot, or we wait."
"We-ziz nots evenz ready tois fire da' first shot!"
"Fate has a way of working itself out. I have complete faith that when the seal is broken, we shall be ready."
"And datz anoth-thu thing, Ya' Sucko! Youz haz toooo much faith in does boys of yerz."
"Oh please, Grimey. They haven't failed me yet."
-The Pink Pimp grumbled in agitation, his arms now in the air as his tight leather dress coat slunk up past his shoulders.-
"Datz da' damn thing, SUCK-O! Millsens iz nots even on da payroll anymore! We'z can'tz just hop up and helpz him anymore! If he failz, we has to be ready to strike! And we can'tz helpz Jurry cause he's in a damn cage tonight! Wolverina-az iz gonna fuckz us over againz, and Jurry will fail. Then wez goez outz zere and we fack da whole thing up!"
"Grimey, have I ever gone out at half strength and fuddled up anything before? No. I assure you, everything will go swimingly tonight...I doubt we'll even have to make an appearance, we'll just sit back here and do a couple of lines and take another month off...."
"...yourz newz get-UP sayz diff-fer-rent-ly.Youz iz drezzed fer battle..."
"Oh please. I just like to be properly dressed just in case I have to make an appearance. There's no crime in that, is there?"
"Yaz, I'mma sure Hitla zaid da' same thing...Andz speakingz of which, 'ere comes Ava Bronza.."
-A female figure came into view, but only her lower half of course because we have a mostly male audience and have to sell tickets here. The strong, birthing hips of the women bent over and hid her face behind the man in the chair, a soft smack was heard as lips were tasted and suckled.-
"I assume the production booth is freshly hacked and ready to go?"
"Yes, Sir. No one will be expecting the Blitzkrieg."
"Oh Jezuz Chrizt. Thiz iz gonna end in a bunka wit da' pillz..."
-The women hopped into the unknown man's lap, still hiding their identities and laughing at Grimey's prophecies.-
"Don't ruin our fun Grimey. Isn't that what this is all about? Just having some good, filthy fun at the expense of everyone else?"
"Exactly. We're only doing this for the fun, and because it needs to be done. The animals are in their secret cages, ready to go. The book is secure and we're in good company. All that matters is that we have fun doing it...now, sit back..the show is about to begin."
-The timer on the screen hit zero, lighting up as a small intro package opened the show with all the glitz and glamour you could expect from it.-
"Welcome one and all to Dawn of Destruction...we promise you people a historic night here...."
-EOT-
"...What's bothering you so, Grimey?"
-The former GM of TNT was standing against the wall, his arms tucked against his chest with an air-tight lock. His attention was turned to a small television set that provided the only source of light for this scene. Grimey stared for a few seconds before plucking the tooth pick from his mouth and chucking the thin piece of wood across the room.-
"I dontz seez howz youz canz be so con-foo-dent. TOO-nyght is crucial tooooz our planz and wez still ain'tz gotz no plan!"
-The voice came from the chair in the middle of the room, it was seemingly devoid of life until the calm, cool and collected words came from it. Strands of long, greasy hair were flipped over it before a shinning hat of military origin was slipped over the unkept mess snuggly and the leather bound book Jerry Nate was seen with on Vince Vegas' crappy talk show was lifted.-
"Grimey, Grimey...settle down. We have a plan, and it's written right here in the good book. Tonight we either fire the first shot, or we wait."
"We-ziz nots evenz ready tois fire da' first shot!"
"Fate has a way of working itself out. I have complete faith that when the seal is broken, we shall be ready."
"And datz anoth-thu thing, Ya' Sucko! Youz haz toooo much faith in does boys of yerz."
"Oh please, Grimey. They haven't failed me yet."
-The Pink Pimp grumbled in agitation, his arms now in the air as his tight leather dress coat slunk up past his shoulders.-
"Datz da' damn thing, SUCK-O! Millsens iz nots even on da payroll anymore! We'z can'tz just hop up and helpz him anymore! If he failz, we has to be ready to strike! And we can'tz helpz Jurry cause he's in a damn cage tonight! Wolverina-az iz gonna fuckz us over againz, and Jurry will fail. Then wez goez outz zere and we fack da whole thing up!"
"Grimey, have I ever gone out at half strength and fuddled up anything before? No. I assure you, everything will go swimingly tonight...I doubt we'll even have to make an appearance, we'll just sit back here and do a couple of lines and take another month off...."
"...yourz newz get-UP sayz diff-fer-rent-ly.Youz iz drezzed fer battle..."
"Oh please. I just like to be properly dressed just in case I have to make an appearance. There's no crime in that, is there?"
"Yaz, I'mma sure Hitla zaid da' same thing...Andz speakingz of which, 'ere comes Ava Bronza.."
-A female figure came into view, but only her lower half of course because we have a mostly male audience and have to sell tickets here. The strong, birthing hips of the women bent over and hid her face behind the man in the chair, a soft smack was heard as lips were tasted and suckled.-
"I assume the production booth is freshly hacked and ready to go?"
"Yes, Sir. No one will be expecting the Blitzkrieg."
"Oh Jezuz Chrizt. Thiz iz gonna end in a bunka wit da' pillz..."
-The women hopped into the unknown man's lap, still hiding their identities and laughing at Grimey's prophecies.-
"Don't ruin our fun Grimey. Isn't that what this is all about? Just having some good, filthy fun at the expense of everyone else?"
"Exactly. We're only doing this for the fun, and because it needs to be done. The animals are in their secret cages, ready to go. The book is secure and we're in good company. All that matters is that we have fun doing it...now, sit back..the show is about to begin."
-The timer on the screen hit zero, lighting up as a small intro package opened the show with all the glitz and glamour you could expect from it.-
"Welcome one and all to Dawn of Destruction...we promise you people a historic night here...."
-EOT-
