Old Rivalry Revisited (Gun Show NOC)
Jul 3, 2018 22:44:33 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Curtis D. Kanyon, and 2 more like this
Post by Harold Campbell on Jul 3, 2018 22:44:33 GMT -5
*Pre-recorded and sent into the network headquarters. A decades old vhs cassette tape showed up today in the mailroom. Everyone already tired from being forced to work all day and night, just so they could be lazy americans tomorrow during the Fourth of July celebration. They set the tape inside the production studio to review it later. Not really caring what was on it, just to get it out of the way. Plus, who the fuck uses vhs these days? Someone did.. someone old school or just old. Someone with lack of ways to communicate in the first place, so he uses what he has. The staff leaves for the way, turning off all the essentials and locking the place up. The tape lays there.... it begins to twitch on the desk. It moves slowly but clearly its moving by itself. All of a sudden the tape is thrown across the room and at the wall of monitors. Breaking one single monitor in the middle. All of a sudden... they all turn on and display static white noise image. LOUD AS HELL. Deafening. And then a voice can be heard distinctly over it all*
I never left. I may have not show my face every single day this sack of shit company shows life. But I'm here... waiting... there's is always an opportunity for me here. There is always someone I want to beat up. Whether it being a human soul or even a animal. I just sit and wait for the ultimate opportunity. My shot to get what I finally need and want. What is that you say? Who is that? See the guns want you to think that my name was merely picked from a hat. Out of dozens... millions... of other opportunists. But that's not what happened. My name was the only one in there. My name was the only one that outweighed every other name there. It was destined to be chosen. It was destined to be.
MONGO....
HARRY...
There is no other person in this god forsaken company that even deserves to kick that sack of shit's ass. Aside from me. When I came back here originally, I told him I eventually wanted him. A little friendly battle to bring this company back from glory. To bring back some of the old fans who helped build this place... this brand... ALL THESE BRANDS. Even these "young guns" as they still call themselves. You know what mongo did before shoving a hoagie in his face? He laughed, nearly choked and died but he laughed. He said sure harry... sure. Well sure enough mongo, it has happened. It took awhile but now we get what we all want. Well what I want, people aren't going to like what they see. Kids aren't going to sleep well anymore. The old people in the crowd, they made give out right then and there. But it will be worth all the pain I cause them, just to knock your teeth out once and for all. You laugh at me? You pull the strings so I get tossed in ridiculous situations. Against ridiculous opponents. Because you think I'm a name associated with JOKE. Joke's on you fatass, this ass whipping even you can't stomach.
*The maniacal laugh of hardcore harry echoes throughout the studio. As he appears on the footage wearing a young guns shirt, pointing both his fingers directly into the soul of mongo*
Pew...pew...
I never left. I may have not show my face every single day this sack of shit company shows life. But I'm here... waiting... there's is always an opportunity for me here. There is always someone I want to beat up. Whether it being a human soul or even a animal. I just sit and wait for the ultimate opportunity. My shot to get what I finally need and want. What is that you say? Who is that? See the guns want you to think that my name was merely picked from a hat. Out of dozens... millions... of other opportunists. But that's not what happened. My name was the only one in there. My name was the only one that outweighed every other name there. It was destined to be chosen. It was destined to be.
MONGO....
HARRY...
There is no other person in this god forsaken company that even deserves to kick that sack of shit's ass. Aside from me. When I came back here originally, I told him I eventually wanted him. A little friendly battle to bring this company back from glory. To bring back some of the old fans who helped build this place... this brand... ALL THESE BRANDS. Even these "young guns" as they still call themselves. You know what mongo did before shoving a hoagie in his face? He laughed, nearly choked and died but he laughed. He said sure harry... sure. Well sure enough mongo, it has happened. It took awhile but now we get what we all want. Well what I want, people aren't going to like what they see. Kids aren't going to sleep well anymore. The old people in the crowd, they made give out right then and there. But it will be worth all the pain I cause them, just to knock your teeth out once and for all. You laugh at me? You pull the strings so I get tossed in ridiculous situations. Against ridiculous opponents. Because you think I'm a name associated with JOKE. Joke's on you fatass, this ass whipping even you can't stomach.
*The maniacal laugh of hardcore harry echoes throughout the studio. As he appears on the footage wearing a young guns shirt, pointing both his fingers directly into the soul of mongo*
Pew...pew...