Post by Freakke on Oct 30, 2011 4:14:49 GMT -6
--- Charlie Smile's Kitchen ---
Charlie had a lot of talents. He could cook for one. He could do multiple aerial assaults from any elevated position, and even a few that weren't, and most importantly in the situation, he could tell he was being lied to. He saw the bus go by the window as school let out and finished placing the last tomato on his hoagie. Then he heard the back door open. He heard foot steps going up the stairs, and he could swear he heard a yip.
Placing the sandwich in the refridgerator, the off duty Carnival King sighed and made his way upstairs.
"Homework Alice?"
There was a pause and some papers russling around. He couldn't tell what was being whispered but he knew it wasn't to him.
"All done Uncle Charlie."
Strike one kid.
"ChoreS?"
"In a second..."
Strike Two...
"Go outside?"
Bark!
Charlie rubbed his eyes and waited for the bedroom door of the girl's room to open. She came out trying to smile wide and innocently. There was a short pause before she realized it wasn't going to work.
"He's cute and cuddly..."
Charlie didn't move his hand from his face.
"Dana said we could have him if we wanted. Their dog had a litter not too long ago and they just want them to go to good homes."
After another moment or two passed Charlie looked down at the girl and shook his head.
"Your aunt is gonna flip out. Let's see him."
Alice vanished and reappeared with the puppy hoping she could appeal to her uncle where she knew she would fail with her aunt. It was a little husky shepher mix that looked like a ball of fur with a black button nose. Charlie took the tiny dog in his hands and looked it over real quick. It began to lick his fingers immediately and he sighed.
"Keep him hidden from your aunt and we'll talk about it. This is one of those ask first moments for future reference though. Kapeesh?"
She nodded but later fistpumped as he took the pup down stairs and disappeared from sight.
--- 80's Style Backdrop ---
Freakke the Carnival King stood amidst the view of a camera that had filters designed to give it that classic style of look. It was grainy and it was staticy but the image was clear. One Carnival King in a neon green, tassle laden wrestling outfit that took the wrestler back to his childhood watching the WarMachine and Kurt Kurgan wrestle at local events. With a smirk he looked up from underneath the cheap plasticy looking sun glasses and lifted his arms, fling coat tassles all over the screen.
"Ladies and Frankensteins, Boys and Ghouls, Cretins one and all, dead, alive, or Xombified, are you ready for some wrasslin?"
He struck a cheesy pose and smirked madly at how ridiculous this all was. As he continued to talk he began to strain him neck and shoulders to make himself look a little bigger. Somehow his voice got a little tightened too.
"Your Carnival King is in an elimination styled Triple threat match this Sunday night at the Road to the Gold Preshow. Let me take this moment to draw out what that means in case you don't know. I'm going to blatantly and obviously tell you something you already know in such a manner you'll think I'm just gonna rip through my opponents and mash the crap out of them. The long story short, there's gonna be three...Three People in the ring. And by pinfall or submission or however I do it, I'm a drop whoever it is thats in the ring...I will punish the **** out of....I will...."
Freakke got flustered a moment and shook his finger at the camera.
"*cough*ThatGuy*cough and the *hack*other*wheeze*one*cough* are going down. They're going down....Grrrrrr...."
A pause.
"Yess I did seriously forget their names for a moment but I'm still gonna take em down. Hell Yeeeaahhhh."
--- Scene Change: the 90's ---
Freakke's now wearing a bald cap and black vest with a green Freakke logo on it. He looks pissed off for some reason.
"Sunday at Road to the I'm going to seriously *bleep* Mike Laslo's *bleep* up. I will break that *bleep bleep bleep* Nick Cooper in two. In fact, I'm gonna start *bleep* smacking everyone around right mother*bleep*ing now."
Freakke grabbed a chair and smashed a Mike Laslo cutout in half with it. He then started going down the hallway bashing various cutouts of his opponents with the chair. Bleeps were thrown out everywhere as everything turned into flying cardboard pieces.
"Bleep this and bleep that! GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Out of nowhere Freakke threw the chair at the last cut out and Smiledrived someone who had a similar haircut(but thats all) to Mike Laslo. He then disappeared down the hall were various crashing noises could be heard followed by an explosion. More crashes and a few screams could be heard as the scene changed once more.
--- Now ---
Freakke the Carnival King stood in his usual garb now. He wasn't wearing his coat but there was something yet more about the clown. Freakke stood before the camera in a combination of his Xombi costumes and his Carnival King attire. Painted on bones, green smile and tattoos, and that undead skull face to complete the image. To his right lay a jack O'Lantern and a speaker set to his left. Halloween music played softly in the background.
"Hello my dear little cretins. How are you today? Get tricked? Get treated? Hyped for the Road to the Gold yet? I know I am. I even dug out my old threads for this particular event. Halloween is tomorrow folks. Its time for all of the crazy folk to over run the sane. Its time for the ghosts and ghouls and creappy things to rise up and have some fun. It's a night for cretins. That said, its a night for taking a great match and making the most of it. It's time to go nuts"
He picked up the carved pumpkin. The candle inside flickered and flared as it moved.
"This week, I have Mike Laslo and Chris Cooper. Elimination style. Double bubble toil and trouble. That just means there's more Freakke'n sweet action for you the fans, the cretins, the misfits and the guys and gals who wear those masks' hatchets, machetes, and sexy outfits so well. Twice the Smiledrivers. Twice the Big Top Drops. Twice the fun. Heh, Mike, Chris, Jokes On You. I don't care if we have fought before, never even spoke to each other, or we're the best of friends. We're in the ring and we're not on the same side. I'm going to make your life hell. I'm going to win this match. Then....then I will dance."
He smirked.
"No, not really. Just kidding? Or am I? Who cares? Maybe I will. I'm still going to give you the fight of your lives. And I'll enjoy it. Trick or treat lads...heh heh....hahahahaha!"
He raised up hisarms and threw down the pumpkin. The lights went out and a fire exploded to life. In the dark, Freakke's face paint began to glow in the form of a skull. The camera faded away but the skull didn't. Not for a few moments anyhow.
--- Charlie Smile's Living Room ---
Charlie sat in the living room with the puppy. He looked at this ball of fluff wondering how he should handle it. Either send it back or keep it in the long run. He wasn't sure he wanted a dog around quite so soon but maybe it was a good idea. It wasn't his thought alone though. Mina would have to decide what to do with Alice in regards to trying to sneak the dog in. The pup sat in his lap munching on bits of sandwich he had left behind. He pet the fluff balls head and smirked.
"Well, I'm sold..."
"Sold on what?"
"Alice can keep it as far as I'm concerned."
"Keep what now?"
Mina looked down at the puppy who looked up at her and barked. Mina paused a moment and then looked up at the cieling.
"ALICE!"
Charlie had a lot of talents. He could cook for one. He could do multiple aerial assaults from any elevated position, and even a few that weren't, and most importantly in the situation, he could tell he was being lied to. He saw the bus go by the window as school let out and finished placing the last tomato on his hoagie. Then he heard the back door open. He heard foot steps going up the stairs, and he could swear he heard a yip.
Placing the sandwich in the refridgerator, the off duty Carnival King sighed and made his way upstairs.
"Homework Alice?"
There was a pause and some papers russling around. He couldn't tell what was being whispered but he knew it wasn't to him.
"All done Uncle Charlie."
Strike one kid.
"ChoreS?"
"In a second..."
Strike Two...
"Go outside?"
Bark!
Charlie rubbed his eyes and waited for the bedroom door of the girl's room to open. She came out trying to smile wide and innocently. There was a short pause before she realized it wasn't going to work.
"He's cute and cuddly..."
Charlie didn't move his hand from his face.
"Dana said we could have him if we wanted. Their dog had a litter not too long ago and they just want them to go to good homes."
After another moment or two passed Charlie looked down at the girl and shook his head.
"Your aunt is gonna flip out. Let's see him."
Alice vanished and reappeared with the puppy hoping she could appeal to her uncle where she knew she would fail with her aunt. It was a little husky shepher mix that looked like a ball of fur with a black button nose. Charlie took the tiny dog in his hands and looked it over real quick. It began to lick his fingers immediately and he sighed.
"Keep him hidden from your aunt and we'll talk about it. This is one of those ask first moments for future reference though. Kapeesh?"
She nodded but later fistpumped as he took the pup down stairs and disappeared from sight.
--- 80's Style Backdrop ---
Freakke the Carnival King stood amidst the view of a camera that had filters designed to give it that classic style of look. It was grainy and it was staticy but the image was clear. One Carnival King in a neon green, tassle laden wrestling outfit that took the wrestler back to his childhood watching the WarMachine and Kurt Kurgan wrestle at local events. With a smirk he looked up from underneath the cheap plasticy looking sun glasses and lifted his arms, fling coat tassles all over the screen.
"Ladies and Frankensteins, Boys and Ghouls, Cretins one and all, dead, alive, or Xombified, are you ready for some wrasslin?"
He struck a cheesy pose and smirked madly at how ridiculous this all was. As he continued to talk he began to strain him neck and shoulders to make himself look a little bigger. Somehow his voice got a little tightened too.
"Your Carnival King is in an elimination styled Triple threat match this Sunday night at the Road to the Gold Preshow. Let me take this moment to draw out what that means in case you don't know. I'm going to blatantly and obviously tell you something you already know in such a manner you'll think I'm just gonna rip through my opponents and mash the crap out of them. The long story short, there's gonna be three...Three People in the ring. And by pinfall or submission or however I do it, I'm a drop whoever it is thats in the ring...I will punish the **** out of....I will...."
Freakke got flustered a moment and shook his finger at the camera.
"*cough*ThatGuy*cough and the *hack*other*wheeze*one*cough* are going down. They're going down....Grrrrrr...."
A pause.
"Yess I did seriously forget their names for a moment but I'm still gonna take em down. Hell Yeeeaahhhh."
--- Scene Change: the 90's ---
Freakke's now wearing a bald cap and black vest with a green Freakke logo on it. He looks pissed off for some reason.
"Sunday at Road to the I'm going to seriously *bleep* Mike Laslo's *bleep* up. I will break that *bleep bleep bleep* Nick Cooper in two. In fact, I'm gonna start *bleep* smacking everyone around right mother*bleep*ing now."
Freakke grabbed a chair and smashed a Mike Laslo cutout in half with it. He then started going down the hallway bashing various cutouts of his opponents with the chair. Bleeps were thrown out everywhere as everything turned into flying cardboard pieces.
"Bleep this and bleep that! GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Out of nowhere Freakke threw the chair at the last cut out and Smiledrived someone who had a similar haircut(but thats all) to Mike Laslo. He then disappeared down the hall were various crashing noises could be heard followed by an explosion. More crashes and a few screams could be heard as the scene changed once more.
--- Now ---
Freakke the Carnival King stood in his usual garb now. He wasn't wearing his coat but there was something yet more about the clown. Freakke stood before the camera in a combination of his Xombi costumes and his Carnival King attire. Painted on bones, green smile and tattoos, and that undead skull face to complete the image. To his right lay a jack O'Lantern and a speaker set to his left. Halloween music played softly in the background.
"Hello my dear little cretins. How are you today? Get tricked? Get treated? Hyped for the Road to the Gold yet? I know I am. I even dug out my old threads for this particular event. Halloween is tomorrow folks. Its time for all of the crazy folk to over run the sane. Its time for the ghosts and ghouls and creappy things to rise up and have some fun. It's a night for cretins. That said, its a night for taking a great match and making the most of it. It's time to go nuts"
He picked up the carved pumpkin. The candle inside flickered and flared as it moved.
"This week, I have Mike Laslo and Chris Cooper. Elimination style. Double bubble toil and trouble. That just means there's more Freakke'n sweet action for you the fans, the cretins, the misfits and the guys and gals who wear those masks' hatchets, machetes, and sexy outfits so well. Twice the Smiledrivers. Twice the Big Top Drops. Twice the fun. Heh, Mike, Chris, Jokes On You. I don't care if we have fought before, never even spoke to each other, or we're the best of friends. We're in the ring and we're not on the same side. I'm going to make your life hell. I'm going to win this match. Then....then I will dance."
He smirked.
"No, not really. Just kidding? Or am I? Who cares? Maybe I will. I'm still going to give you the fight of your lives. And I'll enjoy it. Trick or treat lads...heh heh....hahahahaha!"
He raised up hisarms and threw down the pumpkin. The lights went out and a fire exploded to life. In the dark, Freakke's face paint began to glow in the form of a skull. The camera faded away but the skull didn't. Not for a few moments anyhow.
--- Charlie Smile's Living Room ---
Charlie sat in the living room with the puppy. He looked at this ball of fluff wondering how he should handle it. Either send it back or keep it in the long run. He wasn't sure he wanted a dog around quite so soon but maybe it was a good idea. It wasn't his thought alone though. Mina would have to decide what to do with Alice in regards to trying to sneak the dog in. The pup sat in his lap munching on bits of sandwich he had left behind. He pet the fluff balls head and smirked.
"Well, I'm sold..."
"Sold on what?"
"Alice can keep it as far as I'm concerned."
"Keep what now?"
Mina looked down at the puppy who looked up at her and barked. Mina paused a moment and then looked up at the cieling.
"ALICE!"
