Post by emokid on Aug 8, 2008 22:46:59 GMT -6
(Emo Kid sits in a recliner in his apartment. He smiles as the camera is turned upon him. He is wearing a black As I lay dying T-Shirt, and tight jeans. He takes a sip of water that is sitting right next to him. He has a bandage on his right eyebrow, and over his forehead, and a shiner on his left eye. He also has a bruise on his chin. He takes another sip, and then he speaks)
EMO KID: This isn't fair. I want back in the ring.
(Emo Kid Scowls a bit, and then he smiles)
EMO KID: War games,
(Sigh)
EMO KID: What a match. 8 people going after what they think is right. 8 people---two teams of four. Freaking incredible.
(SMile turns into self loathing)
EMO KID: Of course we lost. Hellspawn now owns 50% of SNW. Just think, Hellspawn. If you weren't so Pussy-Whipped, SNW would have belonged to Chaos. But, no, you had to make me smother Wench with that chair.
(Self Loathing turns into maniacal laughter)
EMO KID: I couldn't help it, Hellspawn. If we can't work like a unit, we shouldn't be one. So, I went after the one target that I thought was appropriate.
(Emo Kid calms down)
EMO KID: I'm over that now. I have only one thought in my head. There's this prick that calls himself hardcore. He calls himself the hardcore king. That one man is Andrew Smith. You sicken me, Andrew. I don't think you are quite at my level. Do you want proof? You say you're the king of hardcore, I say prove it to me. I want you to make me bleed.
(Emo Kid gets angrier)
EMO KID: I'm going to make you refuse the title of most hardcore man in SNW. I promise to you, Andrew, I'm going to make you beg for mercy. I'm going to make you wish you hadn't have step foot in SNW. I'm going to make every other fed seem like the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. I promise you, EMO KID WILL REIGN SUPREME!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(HE laughs Maniacally as the camera fades to black)
EMO KID: This isn't fair. I want back in the ring.
(Emo Kid Scowls a bit, and then he smiles)
EMO KID: War games,
(Sigh)
EMO KID: What a match. 8 people going after what they think is right. 8 people---two teams of four. Freaking incredible.
(SMile turns into self loathing)
EMO KID: Of course we lost. Hellspawn now owns 50% of SNW. Just think, Hellspawn. If you weren't so Pussy-Whipped, SNW would have belonged to Chaos. But, no, you had to make me smother Wench with that chair.
(Self Loathing turns into maniacal laughter)
EMO KID: I couldn't help it, Hellspawn. If we can't work like a unit, we shouldn't be one. So, I went after the one target that I thought was appropriate.
(Emo Kid calms down)
EMO KID: I'm over that now. I have only one thought in my head. There's this prick that calls himself hardcore. He calls himself the hardcore king. That one man is Andrew Smith. You sicken me, Andrew. I don't think you are quite at my level. Do you want proof? You say you're the king of hardcore, I say prove it to me. I want you to make me bleed.
(Emo Kid gets angrier)
EMO KID: I'm going to make you refuse the title of most hardcore man in SNW. I promise to you, Andrew, I'm going to make you beg for mercy. I'm going to make you wish you hadn't have step foot in SNW. I'm going to make every other fed seem like the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. I promise you, EMO KID WILL REIGN SUPREME!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(HE laughs Maniacally as the camera fades to black)
