Post by genocide on Feb 18, 2007 17:29:43 GMT -5
"The scene begins in a large, looming, warnout abandoned warehouse. The warehouse seems to be surrounded by old warn concreate, cracked and broken, and overgrown with random green thickening grass-like weeds. In the thicket of all the weeds lies a faded, bright yellow, rust stained 1973 Volkswagon Beetle with both front doors hanging down by it's rusty hinges. And the faded rusty bumper is laying about three inches from the car. The front seat looks to be made of a darkish blue type fabric. The steering wheel is fitted with a marble chipped coating. The dark shaded front window appears to be cracked like pieces of chipped diamonds. And the license plate appeared to be missing on the Volkswagon Beetle."
"Lying in about 5 meters of diameter away from the Volkswagon lies what appears to be a white rusty moss and grass covered 1989 Ford Pickup truck. The front seat appears to be made of a dark brown leather-like material. The back window appears to be missing, while the front window appears to have two or three bullet holes on the passenger side of the window. In the passenger seat lies two empty, slightly blackend, gray bullet shells. While underneath the passenger side seat seems to lie an empty slightly blackened, golden colored, third stray bullet shell."
"The camera then pans to a closer view of the warehouse. And then tilts upward to get a better view of the night filled sky. There are very few clouds at all. The moon is fully visable, making it a New Moon. The sky is lit up with thousands, if not millions, of sparkling, tiny stars. The camera spots what appears to be a comet or shooting star. And in an instant, it disappears in the early morning sky. A group of the stars appear to be in the shape of a rectangular with curved edges shaped object. Another group of unusally aligned stars seem to form the shape of a hexagon like shape. In which reminds us alot of a similarly shaped six sided ring on the Wrestling Promotion Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's television show iMPACT. Which can be viewed at 9 PM eastern, 8 PM Central standard time on Thursday Night, then again on Saturday Night at 11 PM Eastern, 10 PM central."
"Then in a quick sudden moment, the camera pans back on the warehouse. The front of the warehouse, is patterned with patches of rust. Creating a sort of checkerboard-like pattern. The left side of the door is dented as if someone drove a tractor trailer into it. The right side of the door is as if it is brand new. Coated with a bright red paint. As the camera rises, we are now looking at the roof of the warehouse. As the camera surveys the roof, we see that bits and pieces of the roof's covering are missing. The camera now moves down to the right side of the warehouse, once again, there is a sort of checkerboard pattern of rust on the entire right side of the warehouse. As we move to the left side it looks as if a shooting occured, as there are three bullet holes in it's side. and what looks to be dried blood over the holes. This appears to have come from the rusty white truck, as the truck is facing the left side of the building. Perfectly lined up with the bullet holes. The back side of the building, looks to also have been painted over, except with a darkish blue color."
"The camera then suddenly pans back to the entrance doorway to the warehouse. As we enter the warehouse, all that can be seen are piles and piles of boxes, a large, rusty green forklift. As the camera moves around, we see three or four huge windows, one on each side of the warehouse. The right and left windows appear to be smashed, as broken glass is visible underneath them. The interior walls are made of cement, all of which are cracked. Above the doors there appears to be a light, but the bulb is broken. On both sides of the inside of the front of the warehouse, are boxes stacked up to the roof."
"The camera then pans too a television screen that is sitting on a dimly lit furnace surrounded by various neatly stacked dust covered crates, it suddenly turns on and Calaz's promo begins playing. The television then fliickers on and off several times repeatedly as a slight hint of snickering can be heard in the background. The camera then frantically searches for the source of the laugh. As the camera pans around searching in the darkness for the sounds presence, a thick cloud of smoglike substances can be felt entering the dampening atmosphere of the warehouse area. Then a slight tapping can be faintly heard in the distance, as a strange unfamiliar noise starts to echo amongst the thickened air of blackness...."
"The echoing unfamiliar tapping appears to be a sound of an unseen noise that is very high pitched. As the sound approaches the warehouse, it begins echoing even louder, until it suddenly disappears. Now, a constant gentle dripping is heard in the background, the camera pans to a nearby window as a crackle of thunder is heard and as a bright flash of chain lightning can be seen just out the broken window, the gentle constant dripping that was heard earlier, now begins to get louder and heavier, as it begins to downpour. Another crackle of thunder can be heard, as well as another bolt of chain lightning can be seen."
"The camera then pans to the view outside of the broken window. The heavy rain starts pouring into the broken window like a miniature waterfall. Outside, the grass becomes glistened with rain, the grass also becomes flooded, due to the heavy downpour. The white Ford pickup truck now looks like it was sitting at the bottom of a lake. As the inside of the truck has a growing puddle on the dashboard, due to the three bullet holes. The bright yellow Volkswagon's Driver and Passenger seats have bulged out due to the heavy rain that has engulfed them."
"The inside of the warehouse is for the most part dry, except for the area's by the broken windows. It continues to downpour, but after a brief second, it completely stops. The skies are clear as if the rain came out of nowhere.The shine of the bright moonlight makes the grass and everything else glisten brightly. The stars also contribute to this, making everything much more visible. The inside of the warehouse can be seen much easier now that the pale moonlight brightens up the previously unvisible portions of the warehouse.."
"There is a slight moment of hush as the air starts to thicken with the deep, darkness of smog seemingly to choke the air right out the lungs of any whome may inhale it and the cameraman can be heard coughing in the background as the air continually thickens with each passing breath he takes and the room continues too remain in it's blanket of darkness as a noise is somewhere further in the darkness is heard disturbing the peace and tranquility that was previously taken place."
"This noise is generating from a mediumly sized mo-ped, on this mo-ped is a man that everyone reecognizes....Scott "Genocide" Briggs. What he is doing at the warehouse is a deep mystery. Genocide steps off his mo-ped, and slowly walks into the warehouse. At this time, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a police-like flashlight. Genocide slowly reaches into his other jacket pocket, and reveals a small IPod device.
Genocide clicks on the flashlight, and walks over to the inside left wall. Where the three bullet holes are occupying the area. It is now 4:35 AM. Genocide begins thinking out loud."
-Genocide(placing his hand on the bullet holes*-
Man....it's been five years since I came here. This is where me & all my old friends just hung out, before I broke into the Wrestling business...but then came that fateful day....and it was my fault...all my fault. if I hadn't broke into the wrestling business, this would have never happened.
"The scene then cuts into a flashback type sequence."
"It was November 1st, 2002, Scott Briggs and his 3 friends, Mike, Mara, and Dave, were all down at the warehouse. Scott was telling them on how he received an offer from a Wrestling Federation known as OPW, or Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Dave for the most part was not thrilled. As to Dave, Wrestling is "Fake" and stupid. Mara and Mike on the other hand was happy for him. Because they knew he wanted to become well-known and such. Dave got in Scott's face, and said.."
-Dave-
What in the blue hell is wrong with you? Do you want to be considered as a faggot? Because thats how "Wrestlers" seem to look.
-Scott-
Dave? Are you stupid? Do you realise how much money I would be making a week?
-Dave-
Is that all anybody cares about anymore? Money? Come on, get your head out of your ass. Money corrupts people faster than anything else.
-Scott-
...You really are dense, I'm not in it for the money, I'm in it for the entertainment portion, I've always wanted to entertain.
"Scott, Mara, and Mike walked over to the left side of the Warehouse, and Dave just stayed where he was. The three of them just sat there, talking about what had gotten into Dave all the sudden. A minute later, Dave walked over to his white truck, and steps into the passenger side, and shuts the door. Scott, Mara and Mike are wondering what he's doing, a minute later, Dave pulls out a .45 calibur pistol, and shoots at all three of them through the windshield. Scott hits the ground, as he gets hit in the shoulder. Mara, and Mike however, were both struck in the stomach. Dave jumps out of his white pickup, and takes off running. Scott stumbles to his feet, grasping his shoulder where the bullet hit. Mara and Mike are both bleeding and unconcious. Scott doesn't know what to do, so he just starts looking around frantically, looking for someone or something to help. Just then, a black car is speeding by, and Scott is just able to get his attention. He speeds over to where the two are unconcious. Scott tells the driver that he'll be fine, and to get them to a hospital immediately. Scott and the Driver help the two unconcious teens into the car, and Scott thanks him, The driver then speeds off to the nearest hospital. Scott then finds the strength and will power to retrieve the bullet from his shoulder. Genocide then snaps out of his trance and the camera returns to the darkened warehouse, where Genocide shakes his head in disgust, as he hasn't heard anything from the three of them since."
-Genocide-
Oh man, what hell that was, i haven't heard from Mara or Mike since. And now that I'm in XVI, maybe, just MAYBE they're watching, and recognize me.
"Genocide then hears a familiar tune, it is the new Metal Gear Solid ringtone on his cellphone. Genocide picks up. And speaks."
-Genocide-
Hello?
-Makaveli-
Yeah, Geno, it's me, you've got a match against Calaz for the number one contendership. I hope you win, that loss to Convict last week could have been your only chance at the title.
-Genocide-
Ok, I'll get right on it.
-Makaveli-
Ok, later.
-Genocide-
Later.
"Genocide hangs up his cell phone, and hops back on his mo-ped. He then heads back to his apartment in the city."
"The camera pans back at Genocide's apartment. Genocide has just gotten home, he slowly walks up the stairs to his room. He grabs his key, and unlocks the door. He steps inside, and removes his jacket, aong with his shoes. It is now 5:45 AM. Genocide begins to head over to his recliner, and as he is about to sit down, his telephone rings, Genocide sighs, and walks over to the telephone, and picks up on the third ring."
-Genocide-
Hello, who is this?
-Voice-
Hello, might this be Genocide?
-Genocide-
Yes...who is this?
-Voice-
Who I am is none of your concern, what I want, is of some concern.
-Genocide-
What is it that you think you want?
-Voice-
I heard you have a match with some random jobber named Calaz, is this correct?
-Genocide-
Yes, but what is your point?
-Voice-
What are your thoughts on facing this privolous human being?
-Genocide-
My thoughts are, this should be an easy match, considering if I beat him, I get a number one contendership for the XVI World Title.
-Voice-
What is your guaranteed proof that you will win. What makes you so sure that you can beat Calaz?
-Genocide-
Come on, are you joking? This is some random jobber for crying out loud, he is a curtain twitcher, but me, I am an established talent. With more experience. He has no place in this match, he doesn't even deserve to be in this fed. He doesn't even belong here...oh wait, maybe he does belong in this small time no name company, that is not even a pimple on the face of true federations.
-Voice-
Then why do you spend your time on someone so frivolous as that, letalone in a fed so frivalous?
-Genocide-
Because, this is the only "decent" federation around at the moment. If there was bigger, I'd be gone from here in an instant, this is a small pond, for a big fish like me.
-Voice-
So what you're saying is, you're just here to make the fed look better?
-Genocide-
Yeah...thats about right, and i'll get some easier title reigns.
-Voice-
What makes you so sure you will get a title shot even if you beat this no name Calaz character. You may end up facing the man who already owns a victory over you. The man known as Convict, or the man known as Johnny Mental..
-Genocide-
And your point is? I came out short last time because I became lazy. Mental, he is another big name here. Well, the ONLY other big name in this small time stupid exucse for a crappy company.
-Voice-
Well, still, how do you know you're going to win this match, whats your insurance, whereas you think you're the best, but you may not be.
-Genocide-
Well, think about it, I am the biggest star in this company, Calaz, Mental, Convict, they are all just blockades for what is rightfully mine, the XVI World Heavyweight championship.
-Voice-
So what do you tend on doing about it, surely you can't overcome them all alone, obviously they know you have more talent then them, so they will most likely interfere with your matches, to stop you.
-Genocide-
I highly doubt it. Even if they do interfere, right now, the only person I need to focus on, is Calaz. I can worry about those two later.
-Voice-
What if I can guarantee you a victory over Calaz, you are good, but not great. I can guarantee you a World Title Victory, what can you say to that?
-Genocide-
I'm listening, what do you have in mind?
-Voice-
That is none of your concern, but I can guarantee you, you will beat Calaz and you will win the World Title. In the near future, we will be having more of these discussions.
-Genocide-
Well, it is my concern, because, this is MY match, and I do not even know who in the hell you are.
-Voice-
I am a person who cares about the glory and the well-being of the world title. I believe the world title should only be held by those who are worthy. And at this time I think you are the most worthy, out of the final four contenders. As for now, I ahould leave my name unspoken, and my true intentions unsaid, and what I have to do with this, untold.
-Genocide-
Um...ok? You better not try to screw me over, because if you do, I will find out who in the hell this is, and I will come and castrate you. If you're a man..that is.
-Voice-
ok, for now, you just need to worry about Calaz, and not the others, and I have faith that you will beat Calaz, and I can guarantee my faith is truthful.
"Then, all Genocide hears is a click. And the phone starts making the noise as if it was off the hook. Genocide shrugs, and hangs up the phone. Genocide then walks over to his fridge, and opens i. Inside, we see a half eaten sub, a 24 case of Mountain Dew, and an open 24 case of Pepsi. Genocide reaches in, and grabs a can of Pepsi, he clicks open the top, and takes a sip. He then shuts the door, and walks back over to his recliner, at which time, he sits down, and just stares at the ceiling. Genocide wonders to himself who that was. And then makes up his mind on how he's going to win the World title. He continues staring at the ceiling as the scene fades."
"Lying in about 5 meters of diameter away from the Volkswagon lies what appears to be a white rusty moss and grass covered 1989 Ford Pickup truck. The front seat appears to be made of a dark brown leather-like material. The back window appears to be missing, while the front window appears to have two or three bullet holes on the passenger side of the window. In the passenger seat lies two empty, slightly blackend, gray bullet shells. While underneath the passenger side seat seems to lie an empty slightly blackened, golden colored, third stray bullet shell."
"The camera then pans to a closer view of the warehouse. And then tilts upward to get a better view of the night filled sky. There are very few clouds at all. The moon is fully visable, making it a New Moon. The sky is lit up with thousands, if not millions, of sparkling, tiny stars. The camera spots what appears to be a comet or shooting star. And in an instant, it disappears in the early morning sky. A group of the stars appear to be in the shape of a rectangular with curved edges shaped object. Another group of unusally aligned stars seem to form the shape of a hexagon like shape. In which reminds us alot of a similarly shaped six sided ring on the Wrestling Promotion Total Nonstop Action Wrestling's television show iMPACT. Which can be viewed at 9 PM eastern, 8 PM Central standard time on Thursday Night, then again on Saturday Night at 11 PM Eastern, 10 PM central."
"Then in a quick sudden moment, the camera pans back on the warehouse. The front of the warehouse, is patterned with patches of rust. Creating a sort of checkerboard-like pattern. The left side of the door is dented as if someone drove a tractor trailer into it. The right side of the door is as if it is brand new. Coated with a bright red paint. As the camera rises, we are now looking at the roof of the warehouse. As the camera surveys the roof, we see that bits and pieces of the roof's covering are missing. The camera now moves down to the right side of the warehouse, once again, there is a sort of checkerboard pattern of rust on the entire right side of the warehouse. As we move to the left side it looks as if a shooting occured, as there are three bullet holes in it's side. and what looks to be dried blood over the holes. This appears to have come from the rusty white truck, as the truck is facing the left side of the building. Perfectly lined up with the bullet holes. The back side of the building, looks to also have been painted over, except with a darkish blue color."
"The camera then suddenly pans back to the entrance doorway to the warehouse. As we enter the warehouse, all that can be seen are piles and piles of boxes, a large, rusty green forklift. As the camera moves around, we see three or four huge windows, one on each side of the warehouse. The right and left windows appear to be smashed, as broken glass is visible underneath them. The interior walls are made of cement, all of which are cracked. Above the doors there appears to be a light, but the bulb is broken. On both sides of the inside of the front of the warehouse, are boxes stacked up to the roof."
"The camera then pans too a television screen that is sitting on a dimly lit furnace surrounded by various neatly stacked dust covered crates, it suddenly turns on and Calaz's promo begins playing. The television then fliickers on and off several times repeatedly as a slight hint of snickering can be heard in the background. The camera then frantically searches for the source of the laugh. As the camera pans around searching in the darkness for the sounds presence, a thick cloud of smoglike substances can be felt entering the dampening atmosphere of the warehouse area. Then a slight tapping can be faintly heard in the distance, as a strange unfamiliar noise starts to echo amongst the thickened air of blackness...."
"The echoing unfamiliar tapping appears to be a sound of an unseen noise that is very high pitched. As the sound approaches the warehouse, it begins echoing even louder, until it suddenly disappears. Now, a constant gentle dripping is heard in the background, the camera pans to a nearby window as a crackle of thunder is heard and as a bright flash of chain lightning can be seen just out the broken window, the gentle constant dripping that was heard earlier, now begins to get louder and heavier, as it begins to downpour. Another crackle of thunder can be heard, as well as another bolt of chain lightning can be seen."
"The camera then pans to the view outside of the broken window. The heavy rain starts pouring into the broken window like a miniature waterfall. Outside, the grass becomes glistened with rain, the grass also becomes flooded, due to the heavy downpour. The white Ford pickup truck now looks like it was sitting at the bottom of a lake. As the inside of the truck has a growing puddle on the dashboard, due to the three bullet holes. The bright yellow Volkswagon's Driver and Passenger seats have bulged out due to the heavy rain that has engulfed them."
"The inside of the warehouse is for the most part dry, except for the area's by the broken windows. It continues to downpour, but after a brief second, it completely stops. The skies are clear as if the rain came out of nowhere.The shine of the bright moonlight makes the grass and everything else glisten brightly. The stars also contribute to this, making everything much more visible. The inside of the warehouse can be seen much easier now that the pale moonlight brightens up the previously unvisible portions of the warehouse.."
"There is a slight moment of hush as the air starts to thicken with the deep, darkness of smog seemingly to choke the air right out the lungs of any whome may inhale it and the cameraman can be heard coughing in the background as the air continually thickens with each passing breath he takes and the room continues too remain in it's blanket of darkness as a noise is somewhere further in the darkness is heard disturbing the peace and tranquility that was previously taken place."
"This noise is generating from a mediumly sized mo-ped, on this mo-ped is a man that everyone reecognizes....Scott "Genocide" Briggs. What he is doing at the warehouse is a deep mystery. Genocide steps off his mo-ped, and slowly walks into the warehouse. At this time, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a police-like flashlight. Genocide slowly reaches into his other jacket pocket, and reveals a small IPod device.
Genocide clicks on the flashlight, and walks over to the inside left wall. Where the three bullet holes are occupying the area. It is now 4:35 AM. Genocide begins thinking out loud."
-Genocide(placing his hand on the bullet holes*-
Man....it's been five years since I came here. This is where me & all my old friends just hung out, before I broke into the Wrestling business...but then came that fateful day....and it was my fault...all my fault. if I hadn't broke into the wrestling business, this would have never happened.
"The scene then cuts into a flashback type sequence."
"It was November 1st, 2002, Scott Briggs and his 3 friends, Mike, Mara, and Dave, were all down at the warehouse. Scott was telling them on how he received an offer from a Wrestling Federation known as OPW, or Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Dave for the most part was not thrilled. As to Dave, Wrestling is "Fake" and stupid. Mara and Mike on the other hand was happy for him. Because they knew he wanted to become well-known and such. Dave got in Scott's face, and said.."
-Dave-
What in the blue hell is wrong with you? Do you want to be considered as a faggot? Because thats how "Wrestlers" seem to look.
-Scott-
Dave? Are you stupid? Do you realise how much money I would be making a week?
-Dave-
Is that all anybody cares about anymore? Money? Come on, get your head out of your ass. Money corrupts people faster than anything else.
-Scott-
...You really are dense, I'm not in it for the money, I'm in it for the entertainment portion, I've always wanted to entertain.
"Scott, Mara, and Mike walked over to the left side of the Warehouse, and Dave just stayed where he was. The three of them just sat there, talking about what had gotten into Dave all the sudden. A minute later, Dave walked over to his white truck, and steps into the passenger side, and shuts the door. Scott, Mara and Mike are wondering what he's doing, a minute later, Dave pulls out a .45 calibur pistol, and shoots at all three of them through the windshield. Scott hits the ground, as he gets hit in the shoulder. Mara, and Mike however, were both struck in the stomach. Dave jumps out of his white pickup, and takes off running. Scott stumbles to his feet, grasping his shoulder where the bullet hit. Mara and Mike are both bleeding and unconcious. Scott doesn't know what to do, so he just starts looking around frantically, looking for someone or something to help. Just then, a black car is speeding by, and Scott is just able to get his attention. He speeds over to where the two are unconcious. Scott tells the driver that he'll be fine, and to get them to a hospital immediately. Scott and the Driver help the two unconcious teens into the car, and Scott thanks him, The driver then speeds off to the nearest hospital. Scott then finds the strength and will power to retrieve the bullet from his shoulder. Genocide then snaps out of his trance and the camera returns to the darkened warehouse, where Genocide shakes his head in disgust, as he hasn't heard anything from the three of them since."
-Genocide-
Oh man, what hell that was, i haven't heard from Mara or Mike since. And now that I'm in XVI, maybe, just MAYBE they're watching, and recognize me.
"Genocide then hears a familiar tune, it is the new Metal Gear Solid ringtone on his cellphone. Genocide picks up. And speaks."
-Genocide-
Hello?
-Makaveli-
Yeah, Geno, it's me, you've got a match against Calaz for the number one contendership. I hope you win, that loss to Convict last week could have been your only chance at the title.
-Genocide-
Ok, I'll get right on it.
-Makaveli-
Ok, later.
-Genocide-
Later.
"Genocide hangs up his cell phone, and hops back on his mo-ped. He then heads back to his apartment in the city."
"The camera pans back at Genocide's apartment. Genocide has just gotten home, he slowly walks up the stairs to his room. He grabs his key, and unlocks the door. He steps inside, and removes his jacket, aong with his shoes. It is now 5:45 AM. Genocide begins to head over to his recliner, and as he is about to sit down, his telephone rings, Genocide sighs, and walks over to the telephone, and picks up on the third ring."
-Genocide-
Hello, who is this?
-Voice-
Hello, might this be Genocide?
-Genocide-
Yes...who is this?
-Voice-
Who I am is none of your concern, what I want, is of some concern.
-Genocide-
What is it that you think you want?
-Voice-
I heard you have a match with some random jobber named Calaz, is this correct?
-Genocide-
Yes, but what is your point?
-Voice-
What are your thoughts on facing this privolous human being?
-Genocide-
My thoughts are, this should be an easy match, considering if I beat him, I get a number one contendership for the XVI World Title.
-Voice-
What is your guaranteed proof that you will win. What makes you so sure that you can beat Calaz?
-Genocide-
Come on, are you joking? This is some random jobber for crying out loud, he is a curtain twitcher, but me, I am an established talent. With more experience. He has no place in this match, he doesn't even deserve to be in this fed. He doesn't even belong here...oh wait, maybe he does belong in this small time no name company, that is not even a pimple on the face of true federations.
-Voice-
Then why do you spend your time on someone so frivolous as that, letalone in a fed so frivalous?
-Genocide-
Because, this is the only "decent" federation around at the moment. If there was bigger, I'd be gone from here in an instant, this is a small pond, for a big fish like me.
-Voice-
So what you're saying is, you're just here to make the fed look better?
-Genocide-
Yeah...thats about right, and i'll get some easier title reigns.
-Voice-
What makes you so sure you will get a title shot even if you beat this no name Calaz character. You may end up facing the man who already owns a victory over you. The man known as Convict, or the man known as Johnny Mental..
-Genocide-
And your point is? I came out short last time because I became lazy. Mental, he is another big name here. Well, the ONLY other big name in this small time stupid exucse for a crappy company.
-Voice-
Well, still, how do you know you're going to win this match, whats your insurance, whereas you think you're the best, but you may not be.
-Genocide-
Well, think about it, I am the biggest star in this company, Calaz, Mental, Convict, they are all just blockades for what is rightfully mine, the XVI World Heavyweight championship.
-Voice-
So what do you tend on doing about it, surely you can't overcome them all alone, obviously they know you have more talent then them, so they will most likely interfere with your matches, to stop you.
-Genocide-
I highly doubt it. Even if they do interfere, right now, the only person I need to focus on, is Calaz. I can worry about those two later.
-Voice-
What if I can guarantee you a victory over Calaz, you are good, but not great. I can guarantee you a World Title Victory, what can you say to that?
-Genocide-
I'm listening, what do you have in mind?
-Voice-
That is none of your concern, but I can guarantee you, you will beat Calaz and you will win the World Title. In the near future, we will be having more of these discussions.
-Genocide-
Well, it is my concern, because, this is MY match, and I do not even know who in the hell you are.
-Voice-
I am a person who cares about the glory and the well-being of the world title. I believe the world title should only be held by those who are worthy. And at this time I think you are the most worthy, out of the final four contenders. As for now, I ahould leave my name unspoken, and my true intentions unsaid, and what I have to do with this, untold.
-Genocide-
Um...ok? You better not try to screw me over, because if you do, I will find out who in the hell this is, and I will come and castrate you. If you're a man..that is.
-Voice-
ok, for now, you just need to worry about Calaz, and not the others, and I have faith that you will beat Calaz, and I can guarantee my faith is truthful.
"Then, all Genocide hears is a click. And the phone starts making the noise as if it was off the hook. Genocide shrugs, and hangs up the phone. Genocide then walks over to his fridge, and opens i. Inside, we see a half eaten sub, a 24 case of Mountain Dew, and an open 24 case of Pepsi. Genocide reaches in, and grabs a can of Pepsi, he clicks open the top, and takes a sip. He then shuts the door, and walks back over to his recliner, at which time, he sits down, and just stares at the ceiling. Genocide wonders to himself who that was. And then makes up his mind on how he's going to win the World title. He continues staring at the ceiling as the scene fades."