Post by tyger on Apr 19, 2006 20:57:34 GMT -5
The scene comes on to a office, with pictures of Vince McMahon on the wall, looking prim and proper, that has stone grey walls and ceiling, brownish carpet, a large TV on a black stand, a brown desk, with Vince McMahon, sitting in a leather computer chair, feet sling up on the desk, with Vince talking on a cell phone, with a wooden door in front of it all..
Vince McMahon: Yeah, ok, I’ll speak with you later.. Bye..
As Vince turns off the phone, and lays it on the desk, the door suddenly flies open, hitting a wall, putting a hole in it, and a man, wearing very baggy kaki pants, with a thick black beat, white shoes, black shirt, a white coat, and black sunglasses.. Vince jumps up, scared out of his wits.. His starts walking toward the man..
Who in the heck are you?!? Walking in my office without knocking and scaring the crap out of me!! Who do you think you are?!?
Man: Whoa, calm down Vince, don’t pull out a gun or anything.. I’m Your Ultraviolent Messiah, I’m Da Young Gunna, Justin Tyger.. 3 year wrestling veteran..
Ultra what??
Ultraviolent.. You know.. Staple Guns, Lighttubes, Thumbtack Bats, Thumbtacks, Fire, Weedwhackers, Salt, Barbwire, all that.. And Vince, I want a contract..
It’s Mr. McMahon to you son.. And who do you think you are?? Barging in here and wanting a contract.. I’m not just going to give you a contract just like that!!
Ok, wait a second Vinnie Mac..
Justin sticks his hand in his coat and pulls out a videotape and throws it to Vince, who doesn‘t catch it, letting it land on the desk..
Watch that, and think about it.. I know you’ll give me that contract.. Later..
Justin opens the door and starts to walk out, but stops and turns around..
Oh, sorry about you wall..
Justin smiles and walks out the door, leaving it open, walking to the left..
Watch this tape.. Yeah right..
Vince walks to the TV, puts the tape in, and shuts the door, as we fade to black..
Vince McMahon: Yeah, ok, I’ll speak with you later.. Bye..
As Vince turns off the phone, and lays it on the desk, the door suddenly flies open, hitting a wall, putting a hole in it, and a man, wearing very baggy kaki pants, with a thick black beat, white shoes, black shirt, a white coat, and black sunglasses.. Vince jumps up, scared out of his wits.. His starts walking toward the man..
Who in the heck are you?!? Walking in my office without knocking and scaring the crap out of me!! Who do you think you are?!?
Man: Whoa, calm down Vince, don’t pull out a gun or anything.. I’m Your Ultraviolent Messiah, I’m Da Young Gunna, Justin Tyger.. 3 year wrestling veteran..
Ultra what??
Ultraviolent.. You know.. Staple Guns, Lighttubes, Thumbtack Bats, Thumbtacks, Fire, Weedwhackers, Salt, Barbwire, all that.. And Vince, I want a contract..
It’s Mr. McMahon to you son.. And who do you think you are?? Barging in here and wanting a contract.. I’m not just going to give you a contract just like that!!
Ok, wait a second Vinnie Mac..
Justin sticks his hand in his coat and pulls out a videotape and throws it to Vince, who doesn‘t catch it, letting it land on the desk..
Watch that, and think about it.. I know you’ll give me that contract.. Later..
Justin opens the door and starts to walk out, but stops and turns around..
Oh, sorry about you wall..
Justin smiles and walks out the door, leaving it open, walking to the left..
Watch this tape.. Yeah right..
Vince walks to the TV, puts the tape in, and shuts the door, as we fade to black..
(OOC: Meh..)