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| Topic Started: Oct 9 2008, 10:11 PM (190 Views) | |
| bignasty | Oct 9 2008, 10:11 PM Post #1 |
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**The scene opens up looking at a piece of paper. It is a white lined college ruled paper, and it has writing on it. The writing is in black ink, most likely written with a ball point pen. All words are in capital letters. It looks to be a checklist of some sort. You can see that there are boxes, and all but one are checked off. It reads as follows: Destroy Tim Timmon's Morale...CHECK! Take Tim Timmon's Woman...CHECK! Take Tim Timmon's Tag Team Titles...CHECK! Make Tim Timmon's Feel Like The Jobber He Is...CHECK...CHECK...CHECK...CHECK!!!!! DESTROY TIM TIMMONS...CHECK! Just as the camera finishes panning down the list, there is a person writing in two more areas to be checked. They read as follows: Take Tim Timmon's Shot at Moving to War Zone.... Save the cZw From Having to Watch Tim Timmons Try to Fight for a Shot at the World Heavyweight Championship..... The Camera backs away from the paper to see that Big Nasty is writing these items, and for all intents and purposes, Big Nasty has done all of these things, and come tomorrow, he will have the chance to complete his checklist. He clicks the top of his pen, and shoves the pen in his pocket. He takes the list, folds it up nice and neatly. He pulls out his wallet, which is loaded with a couple of stacks of bills in it. He puts it inbetween a fifty and a one hundred dollar bill. He taks his wallet, and puts it back in his back pocket of his black denim South Pole Jeans. He walks over to the fridge, opens it up, and grabs a bottle of Dasani Water out of it. He opens the lid, and demolishes the drink in about three gulps. He puts the bottle in recycling, and looks to the camera. He has a wife beater on, and his muscles are bulging out of the white tank top. He wipes his mouth off, and looks intently into the camera.** Big Nasty: Well well well, it looks like somebody in the executive offices of the cZw really likes me. Thank you Derek! You see, my next match is all but signed. I have the shot at finally becoming the top competitor of the cZw. I have the chance at becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, and all I have to do is be the dominant figure I am through two more matches! My first match, won't even really be a match. You see Tim, History is a funny thing, because it tends to repeat it's self. And if I know anything about our history, it's that I've always OWNED you! And that is not about to change. You may think you're some hot shit, because you think you get the shot at competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. Well, I'm here to tell you different. That match was made with me in mind. Do you really think that you have a shot at even coming close to beating me? You see, I've taken so much from you, your ego and morale must be sitting in the dirt right now. You have no confidence, and without confidence, you have no way to beat me! **Big Nasty walks over to a counter, and hops up on it to take a seat.** Big Nasty: You know what Tim? You're EXACTLY like a bad case of Herpes. I just showed up to have a great time, and ended up with a lifetime annoynace. No matter what I do, no matter how many creams I apply, no matter how many pills I pop, I can never get rid of you. AND DAMN DO YOU ITCH! Well Tim, a great new thing has come my way, you can call it a miricle cream, because it will get you...that really bad case of HERPES...out of my life forever. I'm going to move over to the Dub-Z...War Zone! I know...I know...I know...I have to go through you first, but is that really going to be a problem for me? I think not! I mean, Tim...c'mon...REALLY! Let's just take a short walk down memory lane. You may want to put on your super special Helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads, because this is going to be a painful and bumpy ride for you! It includes countless Nasty Bombs, and who could forget that 35 foot drop I let you enjoy, crashing through tables and debris! It also includes wins for the good guy...and only the good guy. **Big Nasty pauses for a minute.** Big Nasty: I know, you think that you may be the good guy, and I know those countless bumps to the head may have you dillerious, but I'm actually the good guy! I was thinking earlier though...your nickname..."The Hardcore Master"...how did you come up with that? Well, a little birdie...named Alanso told me how you actually came up with that. You see, those years of gay porn that you dabbled in finally came back to haunt you! I was having a conversation with Alanso a couple of days ago, and he always was telling me he remembered you from somewhere. Well, it finally clicked with him, when he was watching his favorite porn series..."Shaved by the Balls!" He realized that you were the star of that gay porn! He and I were colaborating, because we wanted to give you a new nick name, and based on what he tells me about your...well, for lack of a better word to use...performance in these movies. Your new nick name is "Fast but won't Last." I'll give you a moment to think abou that one there buddy, if you think REAL hard, it might actually hit you! **Big Nasty pauses, as he chuckles to himself.** Big Nasty: You got it there "chief?" Dude, Alanso told me you were absolutely HORRIBLE! Do you have ANY self respect...I mean, I've heard that gay porn pays better, but REALLY!?!?!? I knew there was something off about you man, but I didn't think it was THAT off! OOFFA! Speaking of Herpes...how is that ex of yours? You know, I get how she got the HERP now.... **Big Nasty starts laughing to himself. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, and looks into the camera.** Big Nasty: It seems that we may have a problem here. You're in a pretty bad way man. I mean, I almost feel bad for taking away everything that you hold dear! Wait...wait...NOPE! I really don't. You make my life so much easier! I mean, if it wasn't for this little warm up match that I have before I go on to be added into the Horrorcore Main Event, I wouldn't be prepared to beat the living hell out of any and all comers. OH WAIT! Who am I kidding! I would kick the shit out of anybody who thinks they can mess with me! The problem I'm having right now is that you are on some kind of strange CRACK, because you really did call me a "mid-carder" in your promo! Seriously dude, you got a lot of guys in the back pretty pissed at you right now, because you got the good shit, and you aren't sharing! Tim, don't feel bad when I beat you on Friday night, because nothing will have really changed. I mean, it's the same old story, and you should be used to it by now! **Big Nasty jumps off the counter, and gets really close to the camera. He has a look of sheer intensity on his face.** Big Nasty: You're right, somebody is going to be left behind, but it isn't going to be me! I'm headed for the bright lights of the World Heavyweight Championship! You'll stay back here, slumming as usual, still trying to get that one shot to be HARDCORE Champion once again. I have to ask, is the reason that you want to be hardcore champ again because it reminds you of your old gay porn days? Thats a pitty man...tsk tsk! I'll see you in the gutter, as I drive by in my fancy cars, and my stardom errupts! But don't worry, I won't forget about you. I may just flip you a bill or two, just to make sure you stay on your feet. But don't you forget who gave you your fifteen minutes of fame. Thats right, you piggy backed off of me! So, don't be sad when I leave, and don't fret because your fifteen minutes of fame is up quicker than you in the shower with a guy named Biff! Just remember the good ol' days when Big Nasty used to stomp through your ass! And when I'm World Heavyweight Champion, and you're a bum on the streets, you can tell everybody that passes by..."I used to get beat by that guy!" Maybe you might impress somebody...but chances are, people will just think you're full of shit, and they'll spit on you as they walk by your washed up has been ass! Good night Tim, and think real hard about what you're going to do when I end your career! **Big Nasty pushes the camera away as he walks out of the room and the scene fades to black!** |
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