Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Apr 26, 2007 19:51:27 GMT -5
Corporal Punishment is lying on a cot inside a cold steel bunker. No air conditioning, no heating, no nothing. If you wanted something to eat you better steal your mates rations because out here, in the dead of night, you can forget about getting a midnight snack. The blankets and sheets are horribly moth eaten. And the springs can stick out on you sometimes too. Yes indeed Corporals platoon was a harsh one. If you couldn’t hack in here, you weren’t fit for the military. It didn’t help either that most of his platoon was a bunch of AWOL soldiers written off as dead, and the only way to get back their normal lives were to prove themselves worthy in the battle torn wasteland they lived in.
Just then, as Corporal may have been able to get some shut eye, the door creaked loudly and burst open as 3 of Corporals officers came into the room, Lieutenant Killings, Sergeant Slice, and Private Massacre. Note that all of these names are obviously not their real names. Every officer is given a specific genericly lame badass moniker to be referred by. They all surrounded Corporal Punishment with mud caked eyes, beaten and definitely bruised.
Private Massacre:
Sir! Were getting murdered out there! The insurgents are far more prepared then we are!
Sergeant Slice:
Shut up Private! Let me talk to him. Sir! Were getting murdered out there! The insurgents are far more prepared than we are!
Corporal Punishment smirked at the obvious meat headedness of his troop. He sat up in his bed, muscles aching, his mass of an outer shell he calls a body feeling especially heavy.
Corporal Punishment:
Killings, report on your situation.
Lieutenant Killings:
Sir, yes sir! Its crazy out there. No one told us that we’d been dealing with chemical warfare out there. We’ve lost Hatred, Murder, and Destruction already.
Corporal Punishment:
Sounds like the worlds a better place.
Private Massacre:
Please sir, this is serious!
Corporal Punishment grabs Massacre by the throat and drags him against the wall and lifts him against it.
Corporal Punishment:
You want to know what’s serious private?! What you’re going through down there is nothing, you here me? Nothing! This Sunday, I ship out to face one of the greatest horrors thought up by man. Men can die in this structure in far greater numbers and far worse ways than you could ever suffer on this field! You got that?! *turning towards the other two* Did I give either of you goons permission to leave your comrades?! Get your pansy asses out their and fight the good fight you were meant to fight! And when your done, assuming your alive, I want 300 squats from each of you for defiance! Dismissed!
The other two scramble to leave the presence of an angry Corporal, as he drops Massacre and he scuddles away wimpering like a child. A close up of Corporal Punishments pulsating face finishes off what has been a stressful day.
Scene Two: The Generic Trash Talk
Eric Cabrera is backstage standing next to an obviously irritated Corporal Punishment. He loathes these segments so very much. The only satisfaction he can garner from it is the fact that he gets the chance to demoralize his opponents every week.
Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen this is Eric Cabrera standing next to Corporal Punishment. Now Corporal-
Corporal Punishment snaps and throws a nearby chair across the camera view. Eric Cabrera looks like he’s about to crap his knickers when Corporal snatches the microphone and screams at the Xtreme Announcer away from the scene.
Corporal Punishment:
Damn it all!!! You maggots, you scum, you worthless piles of bowel waste! You think you can conquer the Corporal?! You honestly believe for one second, that you are prepared for the trial to come?! This match will change your lives forever! It will change my life forever! To walk into this structure, is not like running a mile. It is not like any boot camp or emotional distress you can possibly dream of! Let me evaluate the competition for you, and you just may realize what this means, and you may just realize how futile your efforts are!
1st! Sah’ta Thor!
Listen up you sorry excuse for a larping maniac. I will say this one more time, and will say it so, loud, and clear just so you may finally get the message. You cant hang with me. For all the matches you’ve been in, theres only so much a shrimp like you can take. Eventually you will suffer the burn out, and when that day comes I will show you the meaning of Corporal Punishment.
2nd! Prozac!
You pathetic little rodent. Words cannot express my disdain for you. Hell, ACTIONS cannot explain my utter hatred for your very existence. This Sunday, I will maul you. I will rip you apart limb from limb, and if your even still living with the Aftermath of this match, you will be living off of Prozac I gurantee it!
3rd! David Calaz!
I said it about Jason Cane weeks ago. And the exact same thing about you. You call yourself Mr. XVI, you call yourself “The New Era Icon” well to me, all you are is full of piss and vinegar! Your so pathetic in your execution of a personality that I looked at a promo of yourself, and looked at another promo of Steve Blackman, and I swear, you could be brothers! Well I can take the both of you, sign you into Boot Camp, and when your out, maybe, MAYBE you will pass as a fighter.
4th! Rachel!
Listen here little missy. Thor may want to take it easy on you because you’re a woman. But believe me when I say this and take it to heart woman. Your just as tough as any woman who has come through my line of recruits. But easily, very easily, the best woman recruit I ever saw couldn’t hold a candle to a half way decent male recruit! You want to be treated equally?! I refuse to treat you equally! As a matter of fact, I am going to give you preferential treatment! I will take great joy, great pride, and great satisfaction in scarring your pretty little face, in breaking your pretty little legs, and forcing the blood to be removed from your heart in droves! Beware Rachel, your streak means nothing here. For I am a man who will not underestimate you!
And Finally! Jordan Glass!
Speaking of Prozac, maybe you could use some of that right now! Your head isn’t focused champ. Your too concentrated on women! You let them cloud your mind and your potential. I will take pleasure in relieving you of that title so that you can wallow in self pity and depression by yourself. These fans don’t want to see The Emo King Jordan Glass. They want a strong leader, someone who they can look up to and fashion their kids after. I am that man. I am that leader, and you will all see soon enough why they call me Corporal Punishment.
Dismissed!
Just then, as Corporal may have been able to get some shut eye, the door creaked loudly and burst open as 3 of Corporals officers came into the room, Lieutenant Killings, Sergeant Slice, and Private Massacre. Note that all of these names are obviously not their real names. Every officer is given a specific genericly lame badass moniker to be referred by. They all surrounded Corporal Punishment with mud caked eyes, beaten and definitely bruised.
Private Massacre:
Sir! Were getting murdered out there! The insurgents are far more prepared then we are!
Sergeant Slice:
Shut up Private! Let me talk to him. Sir! Were getting murdered out there! The insurgents are far more prepared than we are!
Corporal Punishment smirked at the obvious meat headedness of his troop. He sat up in his bed, muscles aching, his mass of an outer shell he calls a body feeling especially heavy.
Corporal Punishment:
Killings, report on your situation.
Lieutenant Killings:
Sir, yes sir! Its crazy out there. No one told us that we’d been dealing with chemical warfare out there. We’ve lost Hatred, Murder, and Destruction already.
Corporal Punishment:
Sounds like the worlds a better place.
Private Massacre:
Please sir, this is serious!
Corporal Punishment grabs Massacre by the throat and drags him against the wall and lifts him against it.
Corporal Punishment:
You want to know what’s serious private?! What you’re going through down there is nothing, you here me? Nothing! This Sunday, I ship out to face one of the greatest horrors thought up by man. Men can die in this structure in far greater numbers and far worse ways than you could ever suffer on this field! You got that?! *turning towards the other two* Did I give either of you goons permission to leave your comrades?! Get your pansy asses out their and fight the good fight you were meant to fight! And when your done, assuming your alive, I want 300 squats from each of you for defiance! Dismissed!
The other two scramble to leave the presence of an angry Corporal, as he drops Massacre and he scuddles away wimpering like a child. A close up of Corporal Punishments pulsating face finishes off what has been a stressful day.
Scene Two: The Generic Trash Talk
Eric Cabrera is backstage standing next to an obviously irritated Corporal Punishment. He loathes these segments so very much. The only satisfaction he can garner from it is the fact that he gets the chance to demoralize his opponents every week.
Eric Cabrera:
Ladies and Gentlemen this is Eric Cabrera standing next to Corporal Punishment. Now Corporal-
Corporal Punishment snaps and throws a nearby chair across the camera view. Eric Cabrera looks like he’s about to crap his knickers when Corporal snatches the microphone and screams at the Xtreme Announcer away from the scene.
Corporal Punishment:
Damn it all!!! You maggots, you scum, you worthless piles of bowel waste! You think you can conquer the Corporal?! You honestly believe for one second, that you are prepared for the trial to come?! This match will change your lives forever! It will change my life forever! To walk into this structure, is not like running a mile. It is not like any boot camp or emotional distress you can possibly dream of! Let me evaluate the competition for you, and you just may realize what this means, and you may just realize how futile your efforts are!
1st! Sah’ta Thor!
Listen up you sorry excuse for a larping maniac. I will say this one more time, and will say it so, loud, and clear just so you may finally get the message. You cant hang with me. For all the matches you’ve been in, theres only so much a shrimp like you can take. Eventually you will suffer the burn out, and when that day comes I will show you the meaning of Corporal Punishment.
2nd! Prozac!
You pathetic little rodent. Words cannot express my disdain for you. Hell, ACTIONS cannot explain my utter hatred for your very existence. This Sunday, I will maul you. I will rip you apart limb from limb, and if your even still living with the Aftermath of this match, you will be living off of Prozac I gurantee it!
3rd! David Calaz!
I said it about Jason Cane weeks ago. And the exact same thing about you. You call yourself Mr. XVI, you call yourself “The New Era Icon” well to me, all you are is full of piss and vinegar! Your so pathetic in your execution of a personality that I looked at a promo of yourself, and looked at another promo of Steve Blackman, and I swear, you could be brothers! Well I can take the both of you, sign you into Boot Camp, and when your out, maybe, MAYBE you will pass as a fighter.
4th! Rachel!
Listen here little missy. Thor may want to take it easy on you because you’re a woman. But believe me when I say this and take it to heart woman. Your just as tough as any woman who has come through my line of recruits. But easily, very easily, the best woman recruit I ever saw couldn’t hold a candle to a half way decent male recruit! You want to be treated equally?! I refuse to treat you equally! As a matter of fact, I am going to give you preferential treatment! I will take great joy, great pride, and great satisfaction in scarring your pretty little face, in breaking your pretty little legs, and forcing the blood to be removed from your heart in droves! Beware Rachel, your streak means nothing here. For I am a man who will not underestimate you!
And Finally! Jordan Glass!
Speaking of Prozac, maybe you could use some of that right now! Your head isn’t focused champ. Your too concentrated on women! You let them cloud your mind and your potential. I will take pleasure in relieving you of that title so that you can wallow in self pity and depression by yourself. These fans don’t want to see The Emo King Jordan Glass. They want a strong leader, someone who they can look up to and fashion their kids after. I am that man. I am that leader, and you will all see soon enough why they call me Corporal Punishment.
Dismissed!
