Post by kevin on May 5, 2009 13:34:57 GMT -5
Kevin: Finally, everything has snapped into place.
[Kevin is stood in his backyard, rubbing his hands together as he admires the AYOOYFM Title Belt, finally in his possession after six years of trying, draped over the shoulder of a mannequin that has been split in half down the middle. His old friend and filler character, Chad, is stood in the background, picking wax out of his ear with his finger.]
Kevin: Are you even listening?!
Chad: Sorry, I’m all ears.
Kevin: It has taken me six years, give or take that time I spent in hell being whipped and forced to listen to Paris Hilton’s singing, but I finally have what I’ve wanted since day one. The Are You Out Of Your Frickin’ Mind Hardcore Title. Oh it is so sweet.
[He takes the belt off the mannequin and holds it before him.]
Kevin: Ah, the apple of my eye.
[He swings it around like a helicopter blade in celebration before clasping it around his waist.]
Kevin: Chad, I know this wrestling stuff doesn’t mean much to you, but my journey has been such an up and down struggle that I’m almost at a loss for words to describe the pride flowing through my veins. To finally hold this hunk of metal, in my bare hands… words can’t describe this feeling.
Chad: Well, I know what we can do to celebrate.
[He holds out a tube of glue, a bottle of nail varnish remover and a rag. He drops them onto the grass before revealing a CD player and a set of speakers along with a Cannibal Corpse album. The scene fades out as the two teens inhale fumes and listen to the track ‘Gutted.’]
[Kevin is stood in his backyard, rubbing his hands together as he admires the AYOOYFM Title Belt, finally in his possession after six years of trying, draped over the shoulder of a mannequin that has been split in half down the middle. His old friend and filler character, Chad, is stood in the background, picking wax out of his ear with his finger.]
Kevin: Are you even listening?!
Chad: Sorry, I’m all ears.
Kevin: It has taken me six years, give or take that time I spent in hell being whipped and forced to listen to Paris Hilton’s singing, but I finally have what I’ve wanted since day one. The Are You Out Of Your Frickin’ Mind Hardcore Title. Oh it is so sweet.
[He takes the belt off the mannequin and holds it before him.]
Kevin: Ah, the apple of my eye.
[He swings it around like a helicopter blade in celebration before clasping it around his waist.]
Kevin: Chad, I know this wrestling stuff doesn’t mean much to you, but my journey has been such an up and down struggle that I’m almost at a loss for words to describe the pride flowing through my veins. To finally hold this hunk of metal, in my bare hands… words can’t describe this feeling.
Chad: Well, I know what we can do to celebrate.
[He holds out a tube of glue, a bottle of nail varnish remover and a rag. He drops them onto the grass before revealing a CD player and a set of speakers along with a Cannibal Corpse album. The scene fades out as the two teens inhale fumes and listen to the track ‘Gutted.’]