Post by Phate on May 5, 2008 16:40:26 GMT -4
Our scene slowly opens with the unique sound of a squeaky wheel followed by the visual of a young child dutifully chugging down the street on a bicycle with training wheels down the sidewalk of a lovely suburban neighborhood. The child is of the female persuasion, around the age of four or five, and her blond hair is pulled into a pair of tight pigtails as she giggles and peddles onward. A pink and yellow sundress is draped over her pudgy frame, a candy necklace dangling whimsically from her tiny neck. A basket is affixed to the front of her bicycle, a small Pomeranian puppy sitting happily within its confines and loving life as the wind blows through its well-kept hair. All is well; the sun shining vibrantly in the sky, the flowers in full bloom, the twinkle in a youngster's eyes - - until a large stick comes into view and slips between the spokes of the little girl's front tire! The bicycle comes to an abrupt halt, the little girl flying precariously over the handlebars and landing with a thud on a nearby lawn face first! The dog follows suit, his little body sailing out of the basket and tumbling across the grassy plain! A few neighbors witness the situation take place and they instantly scurry over to check on the dazed and wounded pair's condition! Our camera pans over to the stick, which is still being held in the right hand - - of "The Icon" Doctor Phate! Wearing a white dress shirt, its tail stuffed into the waist of a neatly-coiffed pair of khaki pants with a nice ebony-colored leather belt, Phate winks at the camera cockily. A midnight-hued silken necktie hangs from his collar, clipped in place with a gold tie clip and coordinated with a pair of gold cufflinks.[/color]
Phate (cocky tone; addressing camera; draping the stick across his right shoulder): Life is a lot like th' scene you jus' witnessed - yer chugging along, mindin' yer own business, head in th' clouds, life goin' well then BLAM!! Somebody better than you in ev'ry way steps in an' catapults yer dumb ass right off of yer bicycle. (looks back at the neighbors and little girl before turning back to the camera; smiling; cocky tone) Guess what, APW? I am that somebody! They call me Doctor Phate. Those who have met me in th' ring first-hand? They call me "The Icon"! An' the rest of you? Well, you can get ready t'call me daddy because I'm givin' you kids th' ass-whippin' yer mama shoulda gave you YEARS AGO! And there ain't NOTHIN' you can do about it except paint a bulls-eye on yer ass an' LIKE IT!
Our camera quickly switches to our little victim, a group of neighbors helping her up from the lawn and carrying her wounded frame off-camera. The little girl has a large bump on her forehead but is coherent, as is her little puppy dog. Before we can get too attached to that scene, our shot switches back to "The Icon" Doctor Phate - - who throws the stick at the group of neighbors and clocks the male neighbor carrying the girl, forcing him to drop the young child! the neighbors all look on in shock, awe, and horror as the little girl bounces off the grass once again![/color]
Phate (amused; looking toward the camera; smiling):And y'wanna know WHY yer gonna like it? Because you are ALL jus' a buncha preliminary wrestlers. And while Legends die and Wrestlers come and go ICONS LIVE FOREVER! Prepare t'count the lights, boy an' girls! WOOOOOO!
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Phate (cocky tone; addressing camera; draping the stick across his right shoulder): Life is a lot like th' scene you jus' witnessed - yer chugging along, mindin' yer own business, head in th' clouds, life goin' well then BLAM!! Somebody better than you in ev'ry way steps in an' catapults yer dumb ass right off of yer bicycle. (looks back at the neighbors and little girl before turning back to the camera; smiling; cocky tone) Guess what, APW? I am that somebody! They call me Doctor Phate. Those who have met me in th' ring first-hand? They call me "The Icon"! An' the rest of you? Well, you can get ready t'call me daddy because I'm givin' you kids th' ass-whippin' yer mama shoulda gave you YEARS AGO! And there ain't NOTHIN' you can do about it except paint a bulls-eye on yer ass an' LIKE IT!
Our camera quickly switches to our little victim, a group of neighbors helping her up from the lawn and carrying her wounded frame off-camera. The little girl has a large bump on her forehead but is coherent, as is her little puppy dog. Before we can get too attached to that scene, our shot switches back to "The Icon" Doctor Phate - - who throws the stick at the group of neighbors and clocks the male neighbor carrying the girl, forcing him to drop the young child! the neighbors all look on in shock, awe, and horror as the little girl bounces off the grass once again![/color]
Phate (amused; looking toward the camera; smiling):And y'wanna know WHY yer gonna like it? Because you are ALL jus' a buncha preliminary wrestlers. And while Legends die and Wrestlers come and go ICONS LIVE FOREVER! Prepare t'count the lights, boy an' girls! WOOOOOO!
Our scene slowly fades to the following screen:
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