Post by The Modern Outlaw on Mar 4, 2007 18:08:34 GMT -5
(the screen goes dark and is followed by the words...)
Xtreme Industries Proudly Presents...
Behind the Madness: The Black Jack Story...
Part 2.
(The scene opens up looking at massive iron gates. Wrought into the iron above the gate are the words: Stamford Cemetery. Camera pans out and you see Johnny Kaos in his trademark trench coat and sunglasses smoking a cigarette. He takes on last drag and throws it to the ground crushing the butt beneath his heel.)
Kaos: Welcome everyone to Part 2 in our piece on the fucked-up mind of Mr. Black Jack. Today we will delve even deeper into this maniac's past, which brings us here, to the birthplace of his madness.
(Kaos opens the gate an enters the graveyard followed closely by the cameraman)
Kaos: You see, here in this very cemetery lies Jack's niece Natalie. A young, vibrant little girl full of life and curiosity. A little girl who's bright world was brought to a violent end by her beloved uncle's neglect and self-involvement.
(Kaos pauses for dramatic effect. He suddenly stops his trek across the graveyard and stops and a small, relatively simple headstone. The grave is adorned with many flowers and on it, carved in stone are this: HERE LIES LITTLE NATALIE, BELOVED DAUGHTER TAKEN BEFORE HER TIME.)
Kaos: Mr. Jack told you his side of the story hoping to bring pity and sympathy from your pathetic little hearts, but I decided to dig up the truth. According to Natalie's mother, she loved her uncle very much, but he had little time for her. He was always wrapped up in his quest to be the greatest that he made no time for his family. That is why every woman that has tried to love him has left his sorry ass. In Jack's world there is but one thing: Wrestling. Nothing else mattered.
(Kaos bends down and places a black rose atop the mound beneath where little Natalie rests eternally.)
Kaos: Also according to Natalie's mother and several close friends, little Natalie had to beg her uncle for what little time he would spend with her. Quality time such as a quick dinner at McDonald's, or a 10 minute trip through the park. But Natalie, may she rest in peace, never complained. She understood that her uncle's passion was wrestling and as long as she was able to see him she was happy.
(Kaos shakes his head in sadness as he rises up.)
Kaos: Poor Natalie did not know that her uncle's obsession with being the best would be her death. That even when they were together Jack's mind was more focused on his next match or his next promo, so much so, that he failed to see her wander off in search of her prized pink bunny blanket and walk in front of a moving car.
(Kaos pauses wiping a tear from his eyes.)
Kaos: In my opinion, and the opinion of many of your relatives, you might as well have threw that poor girl in front of that car. If you had paid more attention to those who loved you and less on your precious "quest" maybe the poor girl would still be alive today. Maybe she could still swing in the park, or order a happy meal, or curl up with her blanket at night. But you robbed her of that, you sick bastard. You murdered this beautiful little girl when she had her whole life in front of her.
(Kaos stares accusingly into the camera as if speaking directly to Black Jack himself.)
Kaos: But in the world of professional wrestling, just as in life, no deed goes unpunished. That is why i am here Jack, to punish you for your wicked ways, to extract the vengeance this little girl cannot.
(Kaos walks over and the camera comes in view of a freshly dug grave right beside Natalie's. An ornate headstone overlooks the large hole in the ground and it reads: HERE LIES BLACK JACK, JUNKIE, PSYCHO, MURDERER. MAY HE ROT IN HELL FOR THE CRIMES HE HAS COMMITTED.)
Kaos: You see B.J. this grave is reserved for you, and I will soon drop your stinking corpse into it, so that you may rot here for all eternity right next to the girl who loved you, but you killed her. So after our match Tuesday night, be prepared, because one way or another I am sending your sorry ass straight to Hell.
(The screen goes blank and all that can be heard is the sound of evil laughter.)
Xtreme Industries Proudly Presents...
Behind the Madness: The Black Jack Story...
Part 2.
(The scene opens up looking at massive iron gates. Wrought into the iron above the gate are the words: Stamford Cemetery. Camera pans out and you see Johnny Kaos in his trademark trench coat and sunglasses smoking a cigarette. He takes on last drag and throws it to the ground crushing the butt beneath his heel.)
Kaos: Welcome everyone to Part 2 in our piece on the fucked-up mind of Mr. Black Jack. Today we will delve even deeper into this maniac's past, which brings us here, to the birthplace of his madness.
(Kaos opens the gate an enters the graveyard followed closely by the cameraman)
Kaos: You see, here in this very cemetery lies Jack's niece Natalie. A young, vibrant little girl full of life and curiosity. A little girl who's bright world was brought to a violent end by her beloved uncle's neglect and self-involvement.
(Kaos pauses for dramatic effect. He suddenly stops his trek across the graveyard and stops and a small, relatively simple headstone. The grave is adorned with many flowers and on it, carved in stone are this: HERE LIES LITTLE NATALIE, BELOVED DAUGHTER TAKEN BEFORE HER TIME.)
Kaos: Mr. Jack told you his side of the story hoping to bring pity and sympathy from your pathetic little hearts, but I decided to dig up the truth. According to Natalie's mother, she loved her uncle very much, but he had little time for her. He was always wrapped up in his quest to be the greatest that he made no time for his family. That is why every woman that has tried to love him has left his sorry ass. In Jack's world there is but one thing: Wrestling. Nothing else mattered.
(Kaos bends down and places a black rose atop the mound beneath where little Natalie rests eternally.)
Kaos: Also according to Natalie's mother and several close friends, little Natalie had to beg her uncle for what little time he would spend with her. Quality time such as a quick dinner at McDonald's, or a 10 minute trip through the park. But Natalie, may she rest in peace, never complained. She understood that her uncle's passion was wrestling and as long as she was able to see him she was happy.
(Kaos shakes his head in sadness as he rises up.)
Kaos: Poor Natalie did not know that her uncle's obsession with being the best would be her death. That even when they were together Jack's mind was more focused on his next match or his next promo, so much so, that he failed to see her wander off in search of her prized pink bunny blanket and walk in front of a moving car.
(Kaos pauses wiping a tear from his eyes.)
Kaos: In my opinion, and the opinion of many of your relatives, you might as well have threw that poor girl in front of that car. If you had paid more attention to those who loved you and less on your precious "quest" maybe the poor girl would still be alive today. Maybe she could still swing in the park, or order a happy meal, or curl up with her blanket at night. But you robbed her of that, you sick bastard. You murdered this beautiful little girl when she had her whole life in front of her.
(Kaos stares accusingly into the camera as if speaking directly to Black Jack himself.)
Kaos: But in the world of professional wrestling, just as in life, no deed goes unpunished. That is why i am here Jack, to punish you for your wicked ways, to extract the vengeance this little girl cannot.
(Kaos walks over and the camera comes in view of a freshly dug grave right beside Natalie's. An ornate headstone overlooks the large hole in the ground and it reads: HERE LIES BLACK JACK, JUNKIE, PSYCHO, MURDERER. MAY HE ROT IN HELL FOR THE CRIMES HE HAS COMMITTED.)
Kaos: You see B.J. this grave is reserved for you, and I will soon drop your stinking corpse into it, so that you may rot here for all eternity right next to the girl who loved you, but you killed her. So after our match Tuesday night, be prepared, because one way or another I am sending your sorry ass straight to Hell.
(The screen goes blank and all that can be heard is the sound of evil laughter.)
