Post by Johnny Legend on Sept 26, 2020 14:33:34 GMT -5
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Apokalypse VS DEATHMACHINE VS Johnny Legend VS The Octopus
Apokalypse VS DEATHMACHINE VS Johnny Legend VS The Octopus
Where am I?
Who am I?
AM I JOHNNYAM!?
Maybe.
"No. I'm not. No one wants to be that.."
QUICKLY! The scene opens to uhhhhhhhhhh..... Johnny Legend standing in the middle of some suburb, sure.
Anyways, Johnny Legend turns to himself and whispers, "Don't say blockhead. Don't say blockhead."
"Blockhead." He blurts out.
Johnny smacks his forehead in disappointment.
"Sorry, Deathmachine. I mean.. DEATHMACHINE!"
"Look, I like your whole look. It's snappy. It has that razzle dazzle, and in a sea of goth tools; it's needed. But what happens when people stare past that flashy persona, you stupid sexy motherfucker. WHAT DO THEY SEE THEN!? I tell you what. They see a small man behind that mask. Someone who wishes they were actually fat, but instead..you're skinny. A skinny man inside. How about that, Deathmachine? You like being called skinny? Well.. YOU ARE! YOU. ARE. SKINNY!"
Johnny chuckles, "See. This is what the wrestling world was missing when I left. My sharp wit is what drives the wrestling world, Deathmachine."
Johnny Legend places his hand on an imaginary steering-wheel, "BRUM. BURMMM! BRUMMMMMM!" While making car noises, Johnny runs around in circles, dodging passing cars in the middle of the street.
"Uh... Who else am I fighting?" Johnny stops and ponders.
He snaps his fingers, "OH YEAH! Apokalypse! Now, I'm not gonna scream his name like I do with DEATHMACHINE! No. This fucker is in Strike Towers! I want everyone to point and laugh at this stupid blockhead! Time is money, my friend. And you're wasting it on stale bread... And... And. Washing it down.. Uh... with the piss of Shawn Walsh! Yeah... That's smart and cool. That blockhead, another false idol that wasted my time. YOU LEFT ME WALSH!"
"Now I'm here and I see Shane Clemmens is here as well. Fuck him. He didn't pay tribute to me yet! I'm sitting here with my nice bottle of Blockhead Beer. Yes. I make beer and put them in wine bottles? So? That's the classy way of drinking in my culture you racist fuck."
"FUCK! I can't waste time here! Uh.. Who's next? The Octopus? Wait... Is this blockhead related to a box? I swear. If I'm losing to an octopus this time, Johnny boy is gonna need some extra casho, gringo. If not, I'll take whatever food is left after the show? DEAL? DEAL!"
"You hear that, Octopus. LEGEND IS GETTING PAID! What do you get? Wait... what does an Octopus eat?" Johnny wonders.
"Like, other fish, right? You don't see them picking sea flowers and eating them? Do ya? Then again, maybe with the radiation in the water from Japan; maybe some day an Octopus will eat flowers?"
"Wait.. how much time I wasted there on stupid Octopus shit?"
"Ugh. Look. I gotta hurry and find some food. I also gotta find some ways to get into Andrew Barnes apartment for some fresh socks. My feet look like those racist California raisins."
Johnny hobbles away forgetting he still has time left. Fucking Blockhead.
