Post by Squatch on Sept 28, 2011 17:49:42 GMT -5
*A camera turns on and shows the black leather interior of a smooth riding black Chevrolet Camaro*
Hollywood Honor: Wow this week has been hell. I can’t believe I have to work at WFWF Down at the Treme against Davidson and Stuntman. With cops after me I’m afraid to show up to wrestle because the cops could take me away right there.
*Cop lights begin to flash behind Hollywood Honor’s Camaro*
Hollywood Honor: F*CK!
*The cop steps out of the car and goes up to Hollywood Honor. Hollywood Honor hides the camera*
The Cop: Hello sir, how is everything going today?
Hollywood Honor: Everything is good so far.
The Cop: That’s great. My problem is that I clock you at 90 miles per hour in a 65 mile per hour zone.
Hollywood Honor: Oh, that’s not good at all.
The Cop: If you could hand me your driver’s license I can get this finished and give you the ticket.
Hollywood Honor: Okay.
*Hollywood Honor pulls his driver’s license out and hands it to the cop*
*5 minutes pass and the cop comes back with the license*
The Cop: I’m sorry sir, but you will need to get out of the vehicle.
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you mean I need to get out of the vehicle?
The Cop: I seen that you have killed two men. You need to get out of the car because you are under arrest.
Hollywood Honor: I’ll get out of the car.
*Hollywood Honor opens the door and shoots the cop. The cop falls down a hill and dies*
Hollywood Honor: Damn pigs.
*Hollywood Honor switches his license plate with the cop car license plate and leaves in his Black Camaro and sets the camera back up*
Hollywood Honor: Stupid bastards can’t beat me. I really hope Davidson and Stuntman see this video. Stuntman thinks his stunts are fantastic, but I’m really the only fantastic man in this match. There will be no “coming up close” in this match. I’m about to take my place and continue going up top. If the WFWF plans on having cops at the show to arrest me, then I will have a special surprise for them. Oscar Conrad Davidson thinks he is one of the best. I don’t give a damn if he’s been in contention for the International Championship once. It sounds like Davidson thinks he’s a true special guy. The truth is that Davidson is a piece of crap on the highway to hell!
*Hollywood Honor notices a cop around the corner, so he slows down*
Hollywood Honor: These cops remind me of Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson. You’re probably thinking “How do the cops remind you of Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson?” The truth is that the cops are pussies and can’t do anything besides try to f*ck people over. Stuntman is the main cop in this situation, in this case he’s the sheriff. Oscar is Stuntman’s little b*tch just like the cop I killed is a little b*tch of the sheriff of the police force he worked on.
*Hollywood Honor picks his blue cell phone up because he got a phone call from an unknown caller*
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you want?
Unknown Caller: I needed to tell you that you need to stop by and grab some gas and have some drinks with me.
Hollywood Honor: You know I don’t drink alcohol. I’ll stop by and grab some gas though. I’m ten miles from your house right now.
Unknown Caller: Fine, I have some Pepsi you can drink. I have all of the gas you need. See you soon bro.
*Hollywood Honor ends the call*
Hollywood Honor: I can’t believe he thinks I would drink beer. I’ve been Straight Edge forever! I think I might kill this guy and stay at his house for now. I’m thinking that I should put paint all over me like Hallowicked for this show because of the damn cops.
*Hollywood Honor enters Cooke City, Montana*
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to be at my new home. It’s about damn time I get to have a home.
*Hollywood Honor pulls into the driveway of a white house. Hollywood Honor grabs the camera and gets out of the Camaro and walks into the door of the house*
Hollywood Honor: Hey George!
George (Unknown Caller from earlier): Hey Hollywood. I have a Pepsi for you right on the counter.
Hollywood Honor: Thanks George. Sit down beside me, I need to tell you something.
George: Okay.
Hollywood Honor: Well I need to tell you that it’s time for you to die.
*Hollywood Honor puts the gun to George’s head*
George: This is crazy Hollywood. Don’t do this to me!
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to blow your f*cking brains out! Shut the hell up and listen to me!
George: Okay.
Hollywood Honor: This house will be mine once I get rid of you. I’ll give you a choice. Do you want me to shoot you, or do you want to live in the basement and die of starvation?
George: I’ll die of starvation..
Hollywood Honor: That’s not what I thought you would choose. I think I might get rid of you right now.
George: Don’t blow my brains out Hollywood.
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to kill you right now. Just like Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson you will be the loser. The difference is that you will be dead!
George: I don’t want to die. I was going to protect you Hollywood.
Hollywood Honor: It will be better off this way.
George: Really? Guess what I have?
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you have?
George: This!
*George tries to get a gun out of his pocket, but Hollywood Honor shoots him and kills him*
Hollywood Honor: I told you to watch what you do. Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson, you better watch your ass because I will end your careers if I have too. You have seen me kill people in the past. The damn cops can’t stop me and neither can you. Stuntman, you won’t be doing stunts anymore because you will be living in a wheelchair once I finish you off once and for all. Oscar Conrad Davidson, you won’t be wrestling once I win this match. You will be like a jobber after this match is finished because of my skill. I’ll even throw Stuntman kudos. Stuntman might be below average, but he is still better than you in that ring. I will revolutionize wrestling after this match is over. The end of something will be at this show. The pistol will end something at this show. Fans I would buy this event because I will be killing something in the WFWF!
*The camera shuts off and fades to black*
Hollywood Honor: Wow this week has been hell. I can’t believe I have to work at WFWF Down at the Treme against Davidson and Stuntman. With cops after me I’m afraid to show up to wrestle because the cops could take me away right there.
*Cop lights begin to flash behind Hollywood Honor’s Camaro*
Hollywood Honor: F*CK!
*The cop steps out of the car and goes up to Hollywood Honor. Hollywood Honor hides the camera*
The Cop: Hello sir, how is everything going today?
Hollywood Honor: Everything is good so far.
The Cop: That’s great. My problem is that I clock you at 90 miles per hour in a 65 mile per hour zone.
Hollywood Honor: Oh, that’s not good at all.
The Cop: If you could hand me your driver’s license I can get this finished and give you the ticket.
Hollywood Honor: Okay.
*Hollywood Honor pulls his driver’s license out and hands it to the cop*
*5 minutes pass and the cop comes back with the license*
The Cop: I’m sorry sir, but you will need to get out of the vehicle.
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you mean I need to get out of the vehicle?
The Cop: I seen that you have killed two men. You need to get out of the car because you are under arrest.
Hollywood Honor: I’ll get out of the car.
*Hollywood Honor opens the door and shoots the cop. The cop falls down a hill and dies*
Hollywood Honor: Damn pigs.
*Hollywood Honor switches his license plate with the cop car license plate and leaves in his Black Camaro and sets the camera back up*
Hollywood Honor: Stupid bastards can’t beat me. I really hope Davidson and Stuntman see this video. Stuntman thinks his stunts are fantastic, but I’m really the only fantastic man in this match. There will be no “coming up close” in this match. I’m about to take my place and continue going up top. If the WFWF plans on having cops at the show to arrest me, then I will have a special surprise for them. Oscar Conrad Davidson thinks he is one of the best. I don’t give a damn if he’s been in contention for the International Championship once. It sounds like Davidson thinks he’s a true special guy. The truth is that Davidson is a piece of crap on the highway to hell!
*Hollywood Honor notices a cop around the corner, so he slows down*
Hollywood Honor: These cops remind me of Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson. You’re probably thinking “How do the cops remind you of Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson?” The truth is that the cops are pussies and can’t do anything besides try to f*ck people over. Stuntman is the main cop in this situation, in this case he’s the sheriff. Oscar is Stuntman’s little b*tch just like the cop I killed is a little b*tch of the sheriff of the police force he worked on.
*Hollywood Honor picks his blue cell phone up because he got a phone call from an unknown caller*
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you want?
Unknown Caller: I needed to tell you that you need to stop by and grab some gas and have some drinks with me.
Hollywood Honor: You know I don’t drink alcohol. I’ll stop by and grab some gas though. I’m ten miles from your house right now.
Unknown Caller: Fine, I have some Pepsi you can drink. I have all of the gas you need. See you soon bro.
*Hollywood Honor ends the call*
Hollywood Honor: I can’t believe he thinks I would drink beer. I’ve been Straight Edge forever! I think I might kill this guy and stay at his house for now. I’m thinking that I should put paint all over me like Hallowicked for this show because of the damn cops.
*Hollywood Honor enters Cooke City, Montana*
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to be at my new home. It’s about damn time I get to have a home.
*Hollywood Honor pulls into the driveway of a white house. Hollywood Honor grabs the camera and gets out of the Camaro and walks into the door of the house*
Hollywood Honor: Hey George!
George (Unknown Caller from earlier): Hey Hollywood. I have a Pepsi for you right on the counter.
Hollywood Honor: Thanks George. Sit down beside me, I need to tell you something.
George: Okay.
Hollywood Honor: Well I need to tell you that it’s time for you to die.
*Hollywood Honor puts the gun to George’s head*
George: This is crazy Hollywood. Don’t do this to me!
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to blow your f*cking brains out! Shut the hell up and listen to me!
George: Okay.
Hollywood Honor: This house will be mine once I get rid of you. I’ll give you a choice. Do you want me to shoot you, or do you want to live in the basement and die of starvation?
George: I’ll die of starvation..
Hollywood Honor: That’s not what I thought you would choose. I think I might get rid of you right now.
George: Don’t blow my brains out Hollywood.
Hollywood Honor: I’m about to kill you right now. Just like Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson you will be the loser. The difference is that you will be dead!
George: I don’t want to die. I was going to protect you Hollywood.
Hollywood Honor: It will be better off this way.
George: Really? Guess what I have?
Hollywood Honor: What the hell do you have?
George: This!
*George tries to get a gun out of his pocket, but Hollywood Honor shoots him and kills him*
Hollywood Honor: I told you to watch what you do. Stuntman and Oscar Conrad Davidson, you better watch your ass because I will end your careers if I have too. You have seen me kill people in the past. The damn cops can’t stop me and neither can you. Stuntman, you won’t be doing stunts anymore because you will be living in a wheelchair once I finish you off once and for all. Oscar Conrad Davidson, you won’t be wrestling once I win this match. You will be like a jobber after this match is finished because of my skill. I’ll even throw Stuntman kudos. Stuntman might be below average, but he is still better than you in that ring. I will revolutionize wrestling after this match is over. The end of something will be at this show. The pistol will end something at this show. Fans I would buy this event because I will be killing something in the WFWF!
*The camera shuts off and fades to black*
