Post by BIG MCLARGEHUGE on Aug 19, 2016 23:43:15 GMT -5
This begins with a slow fade in to a serene looking grass field. A small dirt path shoots up the middle of the shot and on either side of the perfectly bladed grass are flat markers and tombstones. In the distance there are elegant stone buildings that serve as crypts for the departed. The cameraman, presumably Todd, goes down the path and the focus of all of this comes into view. The Dover Burial ground plays host to the ones who wish to pay their respects to an animal of a man.
A dozen or so rows of steel chairs are in front of a freshly dug smallish square hole with a tiny ornate wooden casket suspended over it via pulleys. The chairs are empty except for a three occupied in the front row by people in immensely creepy wolf costumes. Just next to the casket is a wooden easel with a framed picture of Trevor Wolf in the midst of being driven into the mat with a powerbomb by his last ever opponent.
A frail looking man with white tufts of white hair sticking out from the side of his bald head walks into view. He wears a priestly black cassock with a white tabbed collar. He clutches a leather bound Bible to his chest. He surveys the crowd, adjusts the bifocals up from the bridge of his nose, and sighs.
“Lord Jesus Christ,” he begins, “you see our sadness and our loneliness, our questions, and our anxiety.”
The three wolves fall to their knees and howl out their anguish.
“Trevor Wolf's death is hard for us to understand. In our abandonment, we turn to you. You have suffered the pain of death on your cross. Grant us at the cross to meet your love which brings us from death to life. In the name of God, the merciful Father, we commit the body … uh,” he casts a sideways glance at the casket and continues, “the body of Trevor Wolf to the peace of the grave.”
There is some commotion off screen but the priest perseveres. He opens the book to a page he previously bookmarked with a red ribbon.
“Let us now listen to the words of Holy Scripture that assures us of God's safe-keeping in life and--”
“DON'T YOU SHOW OFF NOW with YOUR BOOK READING!”
Big, sweaty and still in his ring attire, lumbers in front of the priest and snatches the Bible away from him. A black tie is wrapped around his tree trunk of a neck.
“THIS ain't the way to do it. LET ME tell YOU what happened. Authorities say that they didn't find Trevor Wolf's body. WELL I DID. Trevor Wolf's last tragic moments were racked with desperation and pain and WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU is proof of his EXPIRATION! He crawled to my home and in his last secondS of life, he revealed his true form. TREVOR WOLF was REALLY a wolf!”
Todd, who has been silent this whole time, finally speaks up, “Big, that was a RACCOON.”
“YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, BOY. Trevor WOLF TRANSMOGRIFIED into who he really was.”
“It was a rac--”
“WOLF!? RACCOON!? THEY'RE BOTH MARSUPIALS! IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE. We lay Trevor Wolf to rest because HE'S A LOSER! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He lets out a hearty laugh and repeatedly slaps his knee. He then turns to the pulley system holding up the casket and kicks the release lever. The tiny casket abruptly falls into the earth with a resounding thud. The priest shakes his head and just walks off.
The furred mourners spring to action and try to surprise Big with an ambush attack. Big slugs the first one with a hard right hand that twists the wolf's head around.
The second one jumps on Big's back and attempts to choke the big man out. The air up there is thin and Big spins the furry around and tosses him over his head and into the rows of steel chairs.
The third wolf hesitates but Big plants a kick into his midsection, lifts him into the air, and brings him back down with a very disturbing Big Bomb.
Big's chest heaves as his breath hisses through his teeth. His stance welcomes any more furry invaders to attack him but the downed foes only crawl away like the cowards they are.
“The DEAD get no MORE SAY! The dead get no more OPPORTUNITIES – BUT I DO!”
His words invoke authority.
It's quite contrary to his normal disposition.
Idiot.
Moron.
Simpleton.
These are the words to describe Big McLargehuge. There were moments at Defiance that defied Big's nature. The gears seemed to turn in his head and he was clutch in moments when they shouldn't have been. Raised knees prevented Trevor Wolf from getting his first victory. It all ended emphatically when Big plucked Trevor out of the sky and dropped him for a three count.
“And now TINY PUNY LITTLE MAN ALEXANDER DEVON -”
The intern chimes in, “Devin Alexander.”
“SHUT UP, NERD! He's MINUSCULE and BRITISH. At Horizontal, he trembles before ME and with his BROKEN body, he gives me MY GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY.”
Pregnant pause – whether Big is contemplating what to say next or what he is going to eat for dinner – who knows?
“Trevor Wolf DOUBTED me. He called me an idiot and look at him now! LOOK AT HIM NOW!”
He kicks at the pile of dirt and clumps of it falls into Trevor's final resting place.
“I'M NO IDIOT. I AM UNDEFEATED. EIGHTY-NINE WINS AND ZERO LOSSES. AND DEVON it makes no DIFFERENCE, you can WALK AROUND with YOUR SMELLY FUR COAT and THE BAT YOU LIKE TO SHOVE UP YOUR BUTT EVERY DAY – you ain't taking NO opportunity away from me!”
He wraps up his final on screen statement seething with anger and of course spittle flying everywhere. He kicks one more time at the pile of dirt and walks away.
“I'M HUNGRY!”
Fade out into a final graphic.
A dozen or so rows of steel chairs are in front of a freshly dug smallish square hole with a tiny ornate wooden casket suspended over it via pulleys. The chairs are empty except for a three occupied in the front row by people in immensely creepy wolf costumes. Just next to the casket is a wooden easel with a framed picture of Trevor Wolf in the midst of being driven into the mat with a powerbomb by his last ever opponent.
A frail looking man with white tufts of white hair sticking out from the side of his bald head walks into view. He wears a priestly black cassock with a white tabbed collar. He clutches a leather bound Bible to his chest. He surveys the crowd, adjusts the bifocals up from the bridge of his nose, and sighs.
“Lord Jesus Christ,” he begins, “you see our sadness and our loneliness, our questions, and our anxiety.”
The three wolves fall to their knees and howl out their anguish.
“Trevor Wolf's death is hard for us to understand. In our abandonment, we turn to you. You have suffered the pain of death on your cross. Grant us at the cross to meet your love which brings us from death to life. In the name of God, the merciful Father, we commit the body … uh,” he casts a sideways glance at the casket and continues, “the body of Trevor Wolf to the peace of the grave.”
There is some commotion off screen but the priest perseveres. He opens the book to a page he previously bookmarked with a red ribbon.
“Let us now listen to the words of Holy Scripture that assures us of God's safe-keeping in life and--”
“DON'T YOU SHOW OFF NOW with YOUR BOOK READING!”
Big, sweaty and still in his ring attire, lumbers in front of the priest and snatches the Bible away from him. A black tie is wrapped around his tree trunk of a neck.
“THIS ain't the way to do it. LET ME tell YOU what happened. Authorities say that they didn't find Trevor Wolf's body. WELL I DID. Trevor Wolf's last tragic moments were racked with desperation and pain and WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU is proof of his EXPIRATION! He crawled to my home and in his last secondS of life, he revealed his true form. TREVOR WOLF was REALLY a wolf!”
Todd, who has been silent this whole time, finally speaks up, “Big, that was a RACCOON.”
“YOU CAN'T FOOL ME, BOY. Trevor WOLF TRANSMOGRIFIED into who he really was.”
“It was a rac--”
“WOLF!? RACCOON!? THEY'RE BOTH MARSUPIALS! IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE. We lay Trevor Wolf to rest because HE'S A LOSER! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He lets out a hearty laugh and repeatedly slaps his knee. He then turns to the pulley system holding up the casket and kicks the release lever. The tiny casket abruptly falls into the earth with a resounding thud. The priest shakes his head and just walks off.
The furred mourners spring to action and try to surprise Big with an ambush attack. Big slugs the first one with a hard right hand that twists the wolf's head around.
The second one jumps on Big's back and attempts to choke the big man out. The air up there is thin and Big spins the furry around and tosses him over his head and into the rows of steel chairs.
The third wolf hesitates but Big plants a kick into his midsection, lifts him into the air, and brings him back down with a very disturbing Big Bomb.
Big's chest heaves as his breath hisses through his teeth. His stance welcomes any more furry invaders to attack him but the downed foes only crawl away like the cowards they are.
“The DEAD get no MORE SAY! The dead get no more OPPORTUNITIES – BUT I DO!”
His words invoke authority.
It's quite contrary to his normal disposition.
Idiot.
Moron.
Simpleton.
These are the words to describe Big McLargehuge. There were moments at Defiance that defied Big's nature. The gears seemed to turn in his head and he was clutch in moments when they shouldn't have been. Raised knees prevented Trevor Wolf from getting his first victory. It all ended emphatically when Big plucked Trevor out of the sky and dropped him for a three count.
“And now TINY PUNY LITTLE MAN ALEXANDER DEVON -”
The intern chimes in, “Devin Alexander.”
“SHUT UP, NERD! He's MINUSCULE and BRITISH. At Horizontal, he trembles before ME and with his BROKEN body, he gives me MY GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY.”
Pregnant pause – whether Big is contemplating what to say next or what he is going to eat for dinner – who knows?
“Trevor Wolf DOUBTED me. He called me an idiot and look at him now! LOOK AT HIM NOW!”
He kicks at the pile of dirt and clumps of it falls into Trevor's final resting place.
“I'M NO IDIOT. I AM UNDEFEATED. EIGHTY-NINE WINS AND ZERO LOSSES. AND DEVON it makes no DIFFERENCE, you can WALK AROUND with YOUR SMELLY FUR COAT and THE BAT YOU LIKE TO SHOVE UP YOUR BUTT EVERY DAY – you ain't taking NO opportunity away from me!”
He wraps up his final on screen statement seething with anger and of course spittle flying everywhere. He kicks one more time at the pile of dirt and walks away.
“I'M HUNGRY!”
Fade out into a final graphic.