Post by The Modern Outlaw on Mar 7, 2007 19:39:43 GMT -5
(The screen goes blank making it appear that the TV just went off. Before you can pick up the remote and press POWER, four words scroll across the screen:)
LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN...
(The camera comes into focus and a dimly-lit alley comes into view. A burning barrel surrounded by a couple of bums sits in the middle of the alley. The faint sounds of traffic and city life can be heard in the distance. The camera pans over to the nearest wall where a dark figure sits. The figure is smoking a cigarette and appears lost in his thoughts. The camera moves closer and the figure looks up, revealing himself to be none other than the "King of Extreme" Johnny Kaos. He sits there for a moment a faint smile on his lips, his eyes glazed as his thoughts are far off. He suddenly realizes that the camera is in front of him and he begins to speak.)
So, Black Jack, I guess I was right about you. You are a pussy, but that's OK one day our time will come and the war that will follow will destroy us both.
(He pauses, closing his eyes, as if thinking of something. His eyes suddenly snap open and he starts talking with obvious menace in his voice.)
Until then I will focus on my next victims. This week i face five opponents for a shot at the Xtreme title. A title that is rightfully mine because I am the "King of Extreme".
(He pauses again his eyes narrowing while he takes a drag off his cigarette. His voice gets louder and more maniacal, causing the bums to look for heat elsewhere.)
First I face Jason Cane again, I guess kicking your ass last week wasn't enough. I want you to know that I blame you for my loss just as much as I blame Black Jack. If you had stayed out of my fucking way then I would have dominated that sorry motherfucker. It's just like when I left you in charge of OPW, what happened, you ran it into the ground. Well come Side Effect, I am gonna run you into the ground, literally.If you think the pain you felt last week was something then just wait till this week.
(He laughs recalling fond memories of all the times he has whooped the shit out of Jason Cane.)
Now we move onto Jordan Glass. Look man there is only one Brian Pillman, and he is dead. Stop trying to fill his boots, you ain't man enough. So, I am supposed to be scared of a stupid fucker who can't drive and points a gun at his head to get attention? Sorry, no bounce, no play. You call yourself Bulletproof, huh? That's cool, cuz I don't plan on shooting you, but I bet you're not fist-proof are you? How bout kick-proof? Didn't think so. And I know you ain't chair-proof, so I am gonna show you what extreme is all about.
( Johnny stands up and flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it under his boot. He kicks at a wandering rat to scare it off.)
Let's move on the Thor. Hey asshole, I dare you to wear that damn winged helmet to the ring. If you do, I promise I will shove it straight up your candy ass. Boo hoo hoo, my kids deserted me, my boyfriend left me, boo hoo hoo. Cry me a fucking river you goddamn baby, then build a bridge and get over it. No one fucking cares if your on your own again. No one fucking cares that everyone is against you. You question if my mind is in the right place? Don't you worry loser, I could beat you with both hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. I seen that ass whooping you took last week at the hands of Damien, trust me that won't even compare to what your gonna get from me come Side Effect.
(Johnny takes out another cigarettes and lights it up with is Zippo. He takes a drag, holds the smoke in for a second than exhales into the camera.)
Who else is getting graced by my presence this week? Oh yeah, Versage Flames. So you are a former UFC champion who thinks he can make it in the world of professional wrestling, huh? Let's see, I can think of three men who have tried that very same thing and they all failed, what makes you think you can do any better? You're no Dan Severn. You're no Tank Abbott, And you're definitely not Ken Shamrock. I could wrestle circles around all three
of them, so what do you think I am gonna do to you? You think you know some holds? You don't know shit, your MMA bullshit can't go toe-to-toe with my Catch-As-Can wrestling. I was trained by "the best there was, the best there is, and the best there ever will be". I have wrestled the likes of Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, and Lance Storm and they couldn't hang with me. What makes you think you can?
(Johnny flicks the second cigarette to the ground, exhaling the last puff of smoke.)
Last, and definitely least, is Ritalin. Look punk, I don't know who you are or what you may have accomplished but none of that matters anymore. Because you will now be coming face to face with the "Extreme One". And this is an encounter you won't soon forget. So, you call yourself Ritalin, I wonder why? Is it because you're a pill-popping junkie just like Black Jack? Well, that's good, because while I am beating your face into a bloody pulp I will be picturing you as Black jack and unleashing all my rage and hatred on you. then when I am finished with you 5 posers I will go on and take my Xtreme title from that pretender Prozac. Then you will all bow to the one and only "King of Extreme".
(Johnny, with a wild look in his eyes walks over to the burning barrel and kicks it over. He lets out a primal scream.)
YOU WILL ALL SUFFER....
(Camera fades out to sound of maniacal laughter.)
LET THE REVOLUTION BEGIN...
(The camera comes into focus and a dimly-lit alley comes into view. A burning barrel surrounded by a couple of bums sits in the middle of the alley. The faint sounds of traffic and city life can be heard in the distance. The camera pans over to the nearest wall where a dark figure sits. The figure is smoking a cigarette and appears lost in his thoughts. The camera moves closer and the figure looks up, revealing himself to be none other than the "King of Extreme" Johnny Kaos. He sits there for a moment a faint smile on his lips, his eyes glazed as his thoughts are far off. He suddenly realizes that the camera is in front of him and he begins to speak.)
So, Black Jack, I guess I was right about you. You are a pussy, but that's OK one day our time will come and the war that will follow will destroy us both.
(He pauses, closing his eyes, as if thinking of something. His eyes suddenly snap open and he starts talking with obvious menace in his voice.)
Until then I will focus on my next victims. This week i face five opponents for a shot at the Xtreme title. A title that is rightfully mine because I am the "King of Extreme".
(He pauses again his eyes narrowing while he takes a drag off his cigarette. His voice gets louder and more maniacal, causing the bums to look for heat elsewhere.)
First I face Jason Cane again, I guess kicking your ass last week wasn't enough. I want you to know that I blame you for my loss just as much as I blame Black Jack. If you had stayed out of my fucking way then I would have dominated that sorry motherfucker. It's just like when I left you in charge of OPW, what happened, you ran it into the ground. Well come Side Effect, I am gonna run you into the ground, literally.If you think the pain you felt last week was something then just wait till this week.
(He laughs recalling fond memories of all the times he has whooped the shit out of Jason Cane.)
Now we move onto Jordan Glass. Look man there is only one Brian Pillman, and he is dead. Stop trying to fill his boots, you ain't man enough. So, I am supposed to be scared of a stupid fucker who can't drive and points a gun at his head to get attention? Sorry, no bounce, no play. You call yourself Bulletproof, huh? That's cool, cuz I don't plan on shooting you, but I bet you're not fist-proof are you? How bout kick-proof? Didn't think so. And I know you ain't chair-proof, so I am gonna show you what extreme is all about.
( Johnny stands up and flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it under his boot. He kicks at a wandering rat to scare it off.)
Let's move on the Thor. Hey asshole, I dare you to wear that damn winged helmet to the ring. If you do, I promise I will shove it straight up your candy ass. Boo hoo hoo, my kids deserted me, my boyfriend left me, boo hoo hoo. Cry me a fucking river you goddamn baby, then build a bridge and get over it. No one fucking cares if your on your own again. No one fucking cares that everyone is against you. You question if my mind is in the right place? Don't you worry loser, I could beat you with both hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. I seen that ass whooping you took last week at the hands of Damien, trust me that won't even compare to what your gonna get from me come Side Effect.
(Johnny takes out another cigarettes and lights it up with is Zippo. He takes a drag, holds the smoke in for a second than exhales into the camera.)
Who else is getting graced by my presence this week? Oh yeah, Versage Flames. So you are a former UFC champion who thinks he can make it in the world of professional wrestling, huh? Let's see, I can think of three men who have tried that very same thing and they all failed, what makes you think you can do any better? You're no Dan Severn. You're no Tank Abbott, And you're definitely not Ken Shamrock. I could wrestle circles around all three
of them, so what do you think I am gonna do to you? You think you know some holds? You don't know shit, your MMA bullshit can't go toe-to-toe with my Catch-As-Can wrestling. I was trained by "the best there was, the best there is, and the best there ever will be". I have wrestled the likes of Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, and Lance Storm and they couldn't hang with me. What makes you think you can?
(Johnny flicks the second cigarette to the ground, exhaling the last puff of smoke.)
Last, and definitely least, is Ritalin. Look punk, I don't know who you are or what you may have accomplished but none of that matters anymore. Because you will now be coming face to face with the "Extreme One". And this is an encounter you won't soon forget. So, you call yourself Ritalin, I wonder why? Is it because you're a pill-popping junkie just like Black Jack? Well, that's good, because while I am beating your face into a bloody pulp I will be picturing you as Black jack and unleashing all my rage and hatred on you. then when I am finished with you 5 posers I will go on and take my Xtreme title from that pretender Prozac. Then you will all bow to the one and only "King of Extreme".
(Johnny, with a wild look in his eyes walks over to the burning barrel and kicks it over. He lets out a primal scream.)
YOU WILL ALL SUFFER....
(Camera fades out to sound of maniacal laughter.)
