Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Mar 16, 2007 16:11:35 GMT -5
Scene: Outside a butcher shop.
Wreckingball stands outside, looking in....
Wreckingball enters. It is a normal looking butcher shop with counters of meat on two sides, a refridgerator with pre-packed meat on another, and the other side having a window and the entrance.
Behind the counter is a man with a large meat cleaver and a bright orange beard. At close inspection, he is Gnarfflinger the Butcher.
Wreckingball: Yo....
(Gnarfflinger nods)
Wreckingball: I had a look outside. I saw you sell beef, pork, chicken, venison, the usual. What else do you do?
Gnarfflinger grins, slyly: We do cruiserweight too.
Wreckingball: Oh really?
Gnarfflinger: We're getting a delivery of cruiserweight this Sunday...
Wreckingball:.......?
Gnarfflinger: Pound for pound, it's the best fresh cruiserweight you'll find anywhere. Should be nice and salted too....
*Video cuts to Wreckingball, in a room on his own. He has a sadistically amused look on his face.*
Wreckingball: I had great fun making that video. I think the message behind it is clear. At Total Carnage....I am going to pulverise Team Diamond. I know about the salt buckets, and I know about the electric wiring. Well, after the match...Team Diamond will be little more than salted, grilled, still-living cruiserweight steak.
Wreckingball (quietly): And afterward....if any of them so much as lay a finger on any of my team mates....or anyone else in this federation, outside of sanctioned matches.....I will pay them a personal visit. With a f***ing crowbar. Thankyou and goodnight.
END
OOC: Comments are always welcome.
Wreckingball stands outside, looking in....
Wreckingball enters. It is a normal looking butcher shop with counters of meat on two sides, a refridgerator with pre-packed meat on another, and the other side having a window and the entrance.
Behind the counter is a man with a large meat cleaver and a bright orange beard. At close inspection, he is Gnarfflinger the Butcher.
Wreckingball: Yo....
(Gnarfflinger nods)
Wreckingball: I had a look outside. I saw you sell beef, pork, chicken, venison, the usual. What else do you do?
Gnarfflinger grins, slyly: We do cruiserweight too.
Wreckingball: Oh really?
Gnarfflinger: We're getting a delivery of cruiserweight this Sunday...
Wreckingball:.......?
Gnarfflinger: Pound for pound, it's the best fresh cruiserweight you'll find anywhere. Should be nice and salted too....
*Video cuts to Wreckingball, in a room on his own. He has a sadistically amused look on his face.*
Wreckingball: I had great fun making that video. I think the message behind it is clear. At Total Carnage....I am going to pulverise Team Diamond. I know about the salt buckets, and I know about the electric wiring. Well, after the match...Team Diamond will be little more than salted, grilled, still-living cruiserweight steak.
Wreckingball (quietly): And afterward....if any of them so much as lay a finger on any of my team mates....or anyone else in this federation, outside of sanctioned matches.....I will pay them a personal visit. With a f***ing crowbar. Thankyou and goodnight.
END
OOC: Comments are always welcome.
