Prologue

[wearedoomed]

I know it's not that good, but I needed to get in something so at least I didn't no-show.
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*The scene opens to show a bright “7-ll” light sticking out from the darkness. As the camera pans downwards, we see a most unusual sight: A rather unkempt-looking man who’s face was concealed by a mask sitting on the sidewalk next to a stuffed Domo toy. As he was stuffing his face with potato chips, he turns his head over to Domo and starts to speak*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

…..You know, Domo, it’s been a really long time since I’ve had to face an opponent I don’t really know much about!

*Voodoo Hoodoo remains silent for several seconds and nods his head at the Domo toy*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

His name? Ugh……..*rubs chin* It’s Klayton……Klayton….Something.

*Looking at the Domo toy again, he begins to frown*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

No, no, the surname’s on the tip of my tongue! And, uh…….He calls himself the “Master of Disaster”…..For some reason. I dunno, maybe his parents called him a disaster and the name stuck? Look, seriously I don’t--

*Suddenly, his eyes widen like saucers*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

I didn’t forget!

*He looks at the stuffed Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

I did not!

*He looks at the stuffed Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

I didn’t, man!

*He looks at the stuffed Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

No!

*He looks at the stuffed Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

*shakes head* I did not! Nuh-uh! No way!

*He looks at the stuffed Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

One more crack outta you and you’re not getting a DRIP from my Slurpee!

*He pauses once more and stares at the toy. Again.*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

……..*growls* Fine, fine. I confess; I don’t know the freaking guy’s name, I don’t know the meaning behind his stupid nickname, I don’t know why he looks like Lady Gaga’s bitch, and I don’t know why I’m wasting my APW debut in some match, which I’m gonna win, against some goofball who’s probably gonna no-show, anyway! Sheesh!

*As Voodoo Hoodoo gets a hold of his Slurpee and starts to drink it, the lights of the Seven-Eleven go out. An average-sized kid with spiky, black hair then proceeds to walk out the glass doors and locks them. Not even turning around to look at the masked man, he starts to talk*

<JONNY>

Still here, man?

*Voodoo Hoodoo turns to see Jonny, the service clerk, closing up for the night*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

Aren’t I, always?

<JONNY>

Yep…..

<VOODOO HOODOO>

C’mon! Don’t be like that! I’m this place’s favorite customer!

<JONNY>

And given how many people you scare off on a regular basis, I’d say that you’re this place’s ONLY customer. Customer’s a customer, though, so I can’t complain.

*As Jonny goes to turn, he reaches into his worn-looking messenger-bag and pulls out a few comic books. A couple Spider-Man comics, and a Deadpool one, to be precise*

<JONNY>

Thanks for letting me and Jarrod borrow these; He wept like a baby when Spider-Man bit the dust.

*He places them down next to Voodoo Hoodoo and walks out of sight whilst Voodoo Hoodoo collects his belongings*

<JONNY>

Be seeing you.

<VOODOO HOODOO>

‘Kay, man.

<JONNY>

*off-screen* And no getting into the trash, again!

*As Voodoo Hoodoo stuffs his comics into a medium-sized duffel bag, he finishes his Slurpee and puts it and his empty bag of chips in the nearest trash bin. He picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder as he then picks up Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

You know, Domo, given our undying loyalty to this place, you’d think that they’d let us sleep inside every now and then..

*Looking at the toy, he just casually shrugs his shoulders*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

I know, but our apartment’s such a dump! Oh well, once I beat ……..Ughm….

*He then glares daggers into Domo*

<VOODOO HOODOO>

I DIDN’T FORGET!!

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