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Post by Mason on Jun 21, 2002 12:22:35 GMT -5
Green grass, birds chripping, the sound of a tree leaves being rustled by a slight breeze. In the distance to sound of a slow running water, maybe a small river. The sun is shining brightly, bringing warmth to this day.
It appears to be a perfect day.
Yeah right.
The Riot stands on the bank of the river. Jean shorts, tan Timberland boots and a Laker's Jersey (#34 Shaq daddy) is the suit of choice today. As the scene moves closer to The Riot he crouches down looking out into the water. He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't. Instead he shakes his head and stands up again.
He rubs his goatee, closes his eyes and again opens his mouth. Again nothing. He picks up a small rock and tosses it into the river. Again a deep breath, rubs his face with both hands this time, claps his hands and begins.
The Riot - to think that its a beautiful day, and the only thing on my mind is that jabroni... The Rock. This man has tried and tried to become something like me, but he fails in everyone of his attempts, why you may ask? Because hes a jabroni!! PLAIN AND SIMPLE ROCK!! A JABRONI!! Be real rock, what makes you think you are going to beat me? Come on look at me?
The Riot points to his physique, grinning evilly into the camera. Knowing who has the real body of the two. He picks up a flower, and stares at it, focused...
The Riot - Rock this will not be a match for the weak at heart, oh no. But rock you have to understand that i am evil, that I have no problem with breaking your head open and beating your face into the cement. Do you think i give a damn? Just ask Wildcard, he knows me, he knows that i could give a shit less. I mean look at me, do i look like a care? Why should I? I have everything, the only person that truly matters, is me ! And you will have to deal with that bitch! And Rock you will see who is the true jabroni, who is the true roody poo candy ass. Rock you walk around like your the man, like you have it all, but in reality, you don't have shit to look forward to in this great federation, known as the ECIW, except for a severe beating. I mean look at you Rocky, your puny. And look at me, i stand tall, im a superstar, and i will be respected nonetheless! Rock you can't deal with the fact that I'm hitler, and all you are, is my jew. My personal JEW BITCH!! Rock hitler was a man not realy to be proud of, but in a way he was. He almost had this world ruled, but the Americans had to screw it up, even though he did kill a lot of people which was sick and wrong, he was still the man that i wish i was, i still wish i owned the leadership skills that he possessed. Rock listen to the birds, can you hear them chirping? They are full of life, they are chirping with life inside of them, and you Rock, you will not be having life when i choke it out of you on Monday, you can't see this coming can you Rock? You are so hard headed you can't see through that huge ass ego of yours to see reality. I mean come on , this is the river of life, its flowing, its full of life as well, and like i said rock, you will not be full of life. Rock, enjoy your living while you can , enjoy every minute of it . .
The Riot walks further down the river looking at his reflection, the scene then fades off . .
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Post by Mason on Jun 21, 2002 12:35:43 GMT -5
Fade into a tempest of angst. At this juncture, our scene opens up inside of an empty locker room. Well… almost empty locker room. A single man can be seen perched on a wooden chair, with his head resting on both of his hands. His long brown hair dangles in front of his face, apparently wet from a shower he must have recently taken. Then, all of the sudden, he stands up from his chair, and slams his fist on a locker in front of him. The loud smash caused a medium sized dent to appear on the locker, as well as a cut on the knuckles of his hand. Blood begins to trickle out slowly, and down to the hard, cold, unforgiving, cement floor. Then all of the sudden, out of nowhere, a female opens the door to the locker room, and enters with a microphone. She isn’t particularly pretty, and as a matter of a fact, she has a mole on the left side of her face that even Inferno wouldn’t touch. She has short, stringy hair, and a very non-appealing, scrawny figure.
Reporter - umm sir, i would like your comments on the rock.. if you dont mind..
The Riot - Ahhh… is that so. Well i will be happy to give you my thoughts. Nothing in this world can even remotely compare to the feeling of this. Not even masturbation as The Rock, is so accustomed to. HAHAUAHAUAHAUHAUHA. I am definately excited, and hyped up about this match, and you, you will see just why i am the Real Deal young lady, and you will also see why The Rock is nothing but a loser..I mean think of the preparation before actually having the match . . . You think about walking down that aisle, and even though it's only a matter of fifty-feet, you know it's going to feel like a long fucking mile. The pain is still ahead. Then, you think about the reaction you are going to get, when you enter that ring, and stand before a small crowd, who are just waiting for you to slip up, and make a complete ass out of yourself. Meanwhile you realize, that the pain is still ahead. That the pain is still ahead. There is no turning back now, the pain has only begun. The embarassment has only begun, that the whole show is counting on you, counting that you will do your job, do it right..
Reporter - sir your starting to scare me, this doesnt have anything to do wit..
The Riot - hush!! And when you walk out there, not knowing what the people will think, what your parents will think. Knowing that you cannot walk back, that you are now in front of everyone. As you get in the ring, what if you stumble? What if you make a mistake? Well these fears, DO NOT AFFECT ME! You see i am The Riot. A perfect man, a man who could never make a mistake, as you can see, Im not in the best of moods either... so it would be in your own good health, TO GET OUT!! YOU'VE GOTTEN MY COMMENTS NOW BEAT IT !
The scene then fades out..
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Post by Rock on Jun 21, 2002 16:33:42 GMT -5
The Rock is in his locker room thinking about his match when he decides to take a field trip and go to The Riot's locker room, The Rock grabs a bag of things and heads off to The Riot's locker room, before he gets there he is confronted by HBK and he is talking about they're tag team tables match on Monday Night agianst the Harvest Breed
HBK: Rock get ready for The Tag Team match too you just can't be ready for your singles match agianst The Riot, anyway just where in the hell were you going?
The Rock: what a coincidence The Rock was about to go to The Riot's locker room and have a conversastion with him
HBK mumbles off trailing something about being off task, The Rock ignores it and goes back on track walking to The Riot's Locker Room, The Rock gets to his locker room door and knocks on it, The Riot surprisingly lets him in and The Rock takes the bag off of his shoulder and opens it up inside is a fake Impact Championship Belt, The Rock puts it on and continues taunting The Riot
The Rock: look i'm the Impact Champion!
The Rock prances around the room looking like a little school girl, The Riot is staring at The Rock like he is from another planet
The Rock: But(The Rock stops acting stupid)Soon enough, The Rock will be The Impact Champion and stunn the world, including you Riot you underestimate, The Rock because i know you Riot and you think the Rock is all about fun and games and playing hop scotch well Riot your wrong because when The Rock is in the ring everything changes and the games end and The Rock for once in his life become serious and then your fate Riot is in The Rock's hands, so be careful
The Rock leaves Riot's locker room as the camera fades out
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