Post by Destructor! on May 13, 2010 14:03:44 GMT -6
Destructor! = Yellow
Dr. Insano = Red
Thought Bubble = Light Blue
Action Bubble = Tanish or whatever
Girl = Pink
Boy = Blueish
Kid = I forget
The scene is in a park; kids are playing baseball, riding bikes, hula hooping, stuff that little kids do. The camera pans around watching the kids, while in the background we hear the maniacal laughing of Dr. Insano. Insano slowly walks over in front of the camera, with Destructor! standing right behind him.
“The little children; how innocent they look! Look at them playing baseball; look at them hula hooping and riding their bikes with their little smiles on their little faces! They’re so little; you can almost put them in your pocket and take them home. But you could go to jail, so watch out for that. But that is beside the point! They’re too young to know the things of evil that happen in this world, so when they see the two evil forces of Dr. Insano and Destructor!, the only thing they see are two normal guys. The children are our future, and that’s how I will take over the world! If I have the children on our side, then in a few short years we can make them do what we want! It’s a long term plan, but it’ll be worth it in like fifteen years! MUAHAHAHA! Let’s go Destructor!”
The duo search around the park until they see two little boys playing catch.
“Well hello there you strapping young men. How are you on this beautiful day at the park?”
The boys stop playing catch, staring at Dr. Insano and Destructor!
“My name is Destructor! and this is my creator, Dr. Insano. We are here to just you know, chill around and play baseball with some cool kids like you guys. So what’s your guy’s favorite team? The Colt 45s, the Montreal Expos?”
“Neither of those team exists anymore.”
“Oh well whatever. I am a Chicago Cardinals fan-“
“You mean Cubs. Don’t you know anything about sports?”
“Um yeah. I was there when Barry Barkley hit his 900th home run…”
“It’s Barry Bonds, and he never hit 900 home runs. Are you retarded?”
“No but -“
“You look like a moron! And what’s with your friend, is he a homo or something?”
“That’s some strong language there, son, I don’t think your father would really appreciate you talking to your superiors that way!”
“Superiors? Dude, I think we can kick your asses.”
“OH YEAH YOU LITTLE SH*T, YOU WANT TO ROLL SON?”
Destructor! grabs Dr. Insano and starts holding him back.
“Dude seriously they’re only like ten or something. No need to fight them, we’ll just find somebody else.”
Dr. Insano finally calms down, taking deep breaths.
“I’m telling you man, I’m not afraid of beating the life out of little kids. But you’re right, let’s find somebody else, these two obviously don’t understand the power of SCIENCE!”
Dr. Insano threatens to punch one of the kids, but the kid just responds with a middle finger and sticking out his tongue. Dr. Insano shakes his fist, at the kids while walking towards a group of girls hula hooping.
“Hello there ladies! I can see that you are all hula hooping, is it alright if I try and show off my moves?”
The group of twelve year old girls looks around and huddle, discussing what the hell they should do. A few moments pass, and they come to an agreement.
“Twelve bucks.”
“What?”
“For twelve bucks you can hula hoop with us.”
“Hold on a second.”
Destructor! walks back to Dr. Insano.
“What did they say?”
“They want twelve bucks.”
“So give it to them!”
“But I only have a twenty!”
“Well maybe they have change. We’re in a rich neighborhood man, they must have change. Go over there man, we need the support of these kids!”
Destructor! sighs and walks back. He walks back over to the group of girls, and pulls out the twenty from his…pocket? Don’t know if his suit has it, but he pulls it from somewhere.
“Look, I only have a twenty, if you want to give us change-“
The lead girl snatches the twenty from Destructor!’s hand and hands him a hula hoop.
“Nope! A twenty is good enough. Here’s the hula hoop.”
“Um, alright. Watch my hula hoop skills!”
Destructor! throws the hula hoop up in the air and catches it perfectly around his waist. He begins twisting his hips, showing off his wicked hula hoop skills. The crowd of girls applauds.
“Wow! You’re really good!”
“Why thank you! I’ve had a lot of practice, my little sister has a hula hoop so I like playing with her. Hey, wait is that thing you’re wearing around your wrists?”
Destructor! points to his left wrist, and the girl looks and smiles.
“These are Silly Bands! They’re like wrist bands, but look!”
The girl pulls off one of the bands from her wrist and when she shows Destructor! the band turns into the letter ‘D’.
“Whoa! That’s awesome!”
“I know, right? They’re a big craze in my school. People trade them with boys and stuff. It’s a lot of fun! Do you want this one?”
Destructor! looks honored.
“Sure! Thanks a lot…um, what was your name?”
“Ashley.”
“Mine is Destructor!, professional wrestler.”
“Where did you get that name?”
“Well my dad’s name was Destruction. I just found out the other day he was my dad, so I decided to go by the name Destructor!, you know to honor him and stuff.”
“Where did you get the exclamation point from then?”
“…You can see that?”
Before the girl could answer a group of kids run towards Destructor! and gang, screaming about something.
“Mister mister! Can you help us!? My cat, it’s stuck in the tree!”
Destructor! finally stops hula hooping, and stares at the kid.
“Up in a tree? Where?”
“Over there! Look!”
The camera turns towards the tree that the kid is pointing at…the cat is at the very top, twenty feet high. Dr. Insano interrupts.
“Hey listen kid, Destructor! doesn’t get cats out of trees; he’s a very serious person! We’re planning on world domination here.”
“But it’s my cat…”
“NOBODY GIVES A SH*T ABOUT YOUR CAT!”
The kid starts crying because of Dr. Insano, but Destructor! has to calm him down.
“Hey don’t cry now…I’ll go get your cat.”
“Dude, what are you talking about? We have important stuff to do!”
Destructor! is finally able to calm down the kid, and then grabs Dr. Insano by the shoulder to speak to him a bit.
“What the hell are you doing man? We’re here to show how tough we are to these kids, not their heroes! You’re a professional wrestler, not somebody who gets cats out of trees.”
“Come on man, this kid is really missing his cat. And we all have to start somewhere, right? Do you think Batman just started fighting the Joker right away? Spider-Man fending off alien symbiotes? Do you think my father started winning championships in his first match? It has to start somewhere man and you know what? This is my calling. This is how I will prove to everybody that I am not a joke.”
“Do what you want man, I’m out of here, this is ridiculous. We’re supposed to be taken seriously!”
“Says the man wearing a lab coat trying to take over the world.”
“Look at you! You’re wearing a skin tight suit and we can see your small package!”
Destructor! shakes his head and begins walking towards the tree. The kids cheer and begin to follow Destructor!, leaving Dr. Insano alone in the middle of the park. He waits for a minute, sighs, and then follows the group.
I don’t why I decided to do this.
I’m afraid of heights, and I hate cats. Like completely hate them. If I could put all the cats into one rocket ship and send them off to the sun, I totally would. But something compelled me to do this. There was something in that kid’s eyes that just made me want to help him out.
So with every branch I reached higher, grabbing them to help pull me up. I’d plant my feet on the branches, balancing myself making sure I don’t fall and break my neck. I must be ten feet off the ground, halfway there to get to that cat. Every step I try to figure out why I’m doing it, and slowly it becomes very clear.
Dex Morgan and Robby Marshall haven’t shown up this week to talk about our matches. They haven’t shown their face; their sitting in their houses, waiting, looming over me like I’m nothing but a peasant. I love Zelda Knite, but her harsh words towards me resonate in my head every day. I am a background character, not to be taken seriously. While I respect her opinion, and sure as hell admire her talent, that really sucked what she said. So I have to show her wrong. I have to prove them all wrong.
Dex Morgan and Robby Marshall, they’re a lot like this cat up here. Scared. Terrified at what could happen. The cat could fall, break its neck and die a miserable death. Morgan and Marshall, they feel the same way. They know that I’m not a great wrestler; hell I had my first match ever last week and I think I made an ass out of myself, but I have something different then the two; I have the heart of a lion. I have the spirit to do better, and just like me getting this cat, I will never slow down. I will never let my fans, no matter how young they are, no matter how much they doubt me, I can never let them down. I will not fail. I’m like a Silly Band, no matter how much you twist and turn me I will always get back to the shape I came in.
So here I am, at the top of this tree. I hear the kids cheering for me; even John was shocked that I got that high. I see the cat.
“Mr. Bubbles…come here Mr. Bubbles…”
I edge closer, and closer…the cat standing at the end of the branch, staring right at me. His eyes staring directly into mine, knowing that I’m as scared as he is. But one of us has to stand up and be brave, and it was going to me.
“Come here Mr. Bubbles…”
I’m right there, my hand reaching out, touching the hair of the cat. I can’t get a good grasp as I scoot forward a little bit…
…but the cat isn’t having it. It lunges forward, clawing onto my face. I let out a large yell, unable to balance myself on the branch. I fall to my left, hitting each branch as I fall down the tree. Every branch feels like a whip, hitting me on the back, leaving scars. I think about my opponents; are they going to be as nice to me as this tree is? Was Zelda right? Am I joke?
The thud of the ground below breaks my fall. Mr. Bubbles finally releases his claws from my face, allowing me to turn around, eating dirt. The crowd of kids cheer, a loud ruckus at my heroic act. The kids start chanting my name; I finally have fans!
“Thanks Mister! You’re the coolest!”
With the last of my strength I lift my arms up in victory.
Hopefully the first of many.
Dr. Insano = Red
Thought Bubble = Light Blue
Action Bubble = Tanish or whatever
Girl = Pink
Boy = Blueish
Kid = I forget
The scene is in a park; kids are playing baseball, riding bikes, hula hooping, stuff that little kids do. The camera pans around watching the kids, while in the background we hear the maniacal laughing of Dr. Insano. Insano slowly walks over in front of the camera, with Destructor! standing right behind him.
“The little children; how innocent they look! Look at them playing baseball; look at them hula hooping and riding their bikes with their little smiles on their little faces! They’re so little; you can almost put them in your pocket and take them home. But you could go to jail, so watch out for that. But that is beside the point! They’re too young to know the things of evil that happen in this world, so when they see the two evil forces of Dr. Insano and Destructor!, the only thing they see are two normal guys. The children are our future, and that’s how I will take over the world! If I have the children on our side, then in a few short years we can make them do what we want! It’s a long term plan, but it’ll be worth it in like fifteen years! MUAHAHAHA! Let’s go Destructor!”
The duo search around the park until they see two little boys playing catch.
“Well hello there you strapping young men. How are you on this beautiful day at the park?”
The boys stop playing catch, staring at Dr. Insano and Destructor!
“My name is Destructor! and this is my creator, Dr. Insano. We are here to just you know, chill around and play baseball with some cool kids like you guys. So what’s your guy’s favorite team? The Colt 45s, the Montreal Expos?”
“Neither of those team exists anymore.”
“Oh well whatever. I am a Chicago Cardinals fan-“
“You mean Cubs. Don’t you know anything about sports?”
“Um yeah. I was there when Barry Barkley hit his 900th home run…”
“It’s Barry Bonds, and he never hit 900 home runs. Are you retarded?”
“No but -“
“You look like a moron! And what’s with your friend, is he a homo or something?”
“That’s some strong language there, son, I don’t think your father would really appreciate you talking to your superiors that way!”
“Superiors? Dude, I think we can kick your asses.”
“OH YEAH YOU LITTLE SH*T, YOU WANT TO ROLL SON?”
Destructor! grabs Dr. Insano and starts holding him back.
“Dude seriously they’re only like ten or something. No need to fight them, we’ll just find somebody else.”
Dr. Insano finally calms down, taking deep breaths.
“I’m telling you man, I’m not afraid of beating the life out of little kids. But you’re right, let’s find somebody else, these two obviously don’t understand the power of SCIENCE!”
Dr. Insano threatens to punch one of the kids, but the kid just responds with a middle finger and sticking out his tongue. Dr. Insano shakes his fist, at the kids while walking towards a group of girls hula hooping.
“Hello there ladies! I can see that you are all hula hooping, is it alright if I try and show off my moves?”
The group of twelve year old girls looks around and huddle, discussing what the hell they should do. A few moments pass, and they come to an agreement.
“Twelve bucks.”
“What?”
“For twelve bucks you can hula hoop with us.”
“Hold on a second.”
Destructor! walks back to Dr. Insano.
“What did they say?”
“They want twelve bucks.”
“So give it to them!”
“But I only have a twenty!”
“Well maybe they have change. We’re in a rich neighborhood man, they must have change. Go over there man, we need the support of these kids!”
Destructor! sighs and walks back. He walks back over to the group of girls, and pulls out the twenty from his…pocket? Don’t know if his suit has it, but he pulls it from somewhere.
“Look, I only have a twenty, if you want to give us change-“
The lead girl snatches the twenty from Destructor!’s hand and hands him a hula hoop.
“Nope! A twenty is good enough. Here’s the hula hoop.”
“Um, alright. Watch my hula hoop skills!”
Destructor! throws the hula hoop up in the air and catches it perfectly around his waist. He begins twisting his hips, showing off his wicked hula hoop skills. The crowd of girls applauds.
“Wow! You’re really good!”
“Why thank you! I’ve had a lot of practice, my little sister has a hula hoop so I like playing with her. Hey, wait is that thing you’re wearing around your wrists?”
Destructor! points to his left wrist, and the girl looks and smiles.
“These are Silly Bands! They’re like wrist bands, but look!”
The girl pulls off one of the bands from her wrist and when she shows Destructor! the band turns into the letter ‘D’.
“Whoa! That’s awesome!”
“I know, right? They’re a big craze in my school. People trade them with boys and stuff. It’s a lot of fun! Do you want this one?”
Destructor! looks honored.
“Sure! Thanks a lot…um, what was your name?”
“Ashley.”
“Mine is Destructor!, professional wrestler.”
“Where did you get that name?”
“Well my dad’s name was Destruction. I just found out the other day he was my dad, so I decided to go by the name Destructor!, you know to honor him and stuff.”
“Where did you get the exclamation point from then?”
“…You can see that?”
Before the girl could answer a group of kids run towards Destructor! and gang, screaming about something.
“Mister mister! Can you help us!? My cat, it’s stuck in the tree!”
Destructor! finally stops hula hooping, and stares at the kid.
“Up in a tree? Where?”
“Over there! Look!”
The camera turns towards the tree that the kid is pointing at…the cat is at the very top, twenty feet high. Dr. Insano interrupts.
“Hey listen kid, Destructor! doesn’t get cats out of trees; he’s a very serious person! We’re planning on world domination here.”
“But it’s my cat…”
“NOBODY GIVES A SH*T ABOUT YOUR CAT!”
The kid starts crying because of Dr. Insano, but Destructor! has to calm him down.
“Hey don’t cry now…I’ll go get your cat.”
“Dude, what are you talking about? We have important stuff to do!”
Destructor! is finally able to calm down the kid, and then grabs Dr. Insano by the shoulder to speak to him a bit.
“What the hell are you doing man? We’re here to show how tough we are to these kids, not their heroes! You’re a professional wrestler, not somebody who gets cats out of trees.”
“Come on man, this kid is really missing his cat. And we all have to start somewhere, right? Do you think Batman just started fighting the Joker right away? Spider-Man fending off alien symbiotes? Do you think my father started winning championships in his first match? It has to start somewhere man and you know what? This is my calling. This is how I will prove to everybody that I am not a joke.”
“Do what you want man, I’m out of here, this is ridiculous. We’re supposed to be taken seriously!”
“Says the man wearing a lab coat trying to take over the world.”
“Look at you! You’re wearing a skin tight suit and we can see your small package!”
Destructor! shakes his head and begins walking towards the tree. The kids cheer and begin to follow Destructor!, leaving Dr. Insano alone in the middle of the park. He waits for a minute, sighs, and then follows the group.
I don’t why I decided to do this.
I’m afraid of heights, and I hate cats. Like completely hate them. If I could put all the cats into one rocket ship and send them off to the sun, I totally would. But something compelled me to do this. There was something in that kid’s eyes that just made me want to help him out.
So with every branch I reached higher, grabbing them to help pull me up. I’d plant my feet on the branches, balancing myself making sure I don’t fall and break my neck. I must be ten feet off the ground, halfway there to get to that cat. Every step I try to figure out why I’m doing it, and slowly it becomes very clear.
Dex Morgan and Robby Marshall haven’t shown up this week to talk about our matches. They haven’t shown their face; their sitting in their houses, waiting, looming over me like I’m nothing but a peasant. I love Zelda Knite, but her harsh words towards me resonate in my head every day. I am a background character, not to be taken seriously. While I respect her opinion, and sure as hell admire her talent, that really sucked what she said. So I have to show her wrong. I have to prove them all wrong.
Dex Morgan and Robby Marshall, they’re a lot like this cat up here. Scared. Terrified at what could happen. The cat could fall, break its neck and die a miserable death. Morgan and Marshall, they feel the same way. They know that I’m not a great wrestler; hell I had my first match ever last week and I think I made an ass out of myself, but I have something different then the two; I have the heart of a lion. I have the spirit to do better, and just like me getting this cat, I will never slow down. I will never let my fans, no matter how young they are, no matter how much they doubt me, I can never let them down. I will not fail. I’m like a Silly Band, no matter how much you twist and turn me I will always get back to the shape I came in.
So here I am, at the top of this tree. I hear the kids cheering for me; even John was shocked that I got that high. I see the cat.
“Mr. Bubbles…come here Mr. Bubbles…”
I edge closer, and closer…the cat standing at the end of the branch, staring right at me. His eyes staring directly into mine, knowing that I’m as scared as he is. But one of us has to stand up and be brave, and it was going to me.
“Come here Mr. Bubbles…”
I’m right there, my hand reaching out, touching the hair of the cat. I can’t get a good grasp as I scoot forward a little bit…
…but the cat isn’t having it. It lunges forward, clawing onto my face. I let out a large yell, unable to balance myself on the branch. I fall to my left, hitting each branch as I fall down the tree. Every branch feels like a whip, hitting me on the back, leaving scars. I think about my opponents; are they going to be as nice to me as this tree is? Was Zelda right? Am I joke?
The thud of the ground below breaks my fall. Mr. Bubbles finally releases his claws from my face, allowing me to turn around, eating dirt. The crowd of kids cheer, a loud ruckus at my heroic act. The kids start chanting my name; I finally have fans!
“Thanks Mister! You’re the coolest!”
With the last of my strength I lift my arms up in victory.
Hopefully the first of many.