Post by MasterEvil on May 5, 2012 10:27:22 GMT
The scene opens up in some kind of room where the lights were dim yet clearly blue, has these lights illuminate only the centre of the room. The only objects that could be seen were a table with a chair on either side. On the chair furthest away from the door is a young chestnut haired male in a hoody, who was twiddling his thumbs lightly while clearly waiting for somebody. Who was this somebody? This “somebody” has just entered the room from the door, shutting it behind him. This male is currently wearing some kind of suit with a pair of glasses while in his right hand is a folder. After he sat down on the other seat he opened the folder on top of the table, revealing a black inked fountain pen has he picked it up before looking directly at the hooded person.
“Mr. Famoso, thank you for coming to the review of your performance on Asylum.”
When his last name was spoken Alonso looked up slightly, so he could look into the person in the eyes, before grinning an ever so smugly grin.
“Whatever, after I’ve done this I’ll just produce a promo.”
“Who will this promo be against, may I ask?”
It seemed that this male has picked up the Canadian’s slightly bored tone of voice. This question did surprise the small superstar, even though he managed to not expose any of this, but after a couple of moments he rocked his chair back lightly while looking away a bit.
“No one impressive, just another fellow rookie by the name of Johnny Sykes…”
Okay…obviously the self-made billionaire was the opposite of impressed, with both his words and tone used to speak them being a clear clue. The guy in glasses felt quite shocked at this lack of care, for he has heard of Johnny “The Original Pranksta” Sykes and what he can do against his opponents. But it seem that he wanted to know a bit more about what Alonso Famoso thinks, evidenced in his next comment.
“You don’t sound exactly impressed...at all.”
A faint chuckle escaped the Canadian’s lips at those two last words before the male nodded faintly, indicating that the reviewer was right in how unimpressed the male is.
“Why should I? All this berk will ever be known has is a waste of space, time and breath...I’m going to be the Boss of Asylum sooner than later, I don’t fully mind but I don’t have the time for small fry, after small fry, after small fry.”
Alonso leaned slightly forward after saying those words lightly, his accent being easily heard, and when he finished speaking the Italian Canadian’s elbows rested softly against the table.
“Okay then...why not you tell me how will, ‘The Boss,’ deal with The Original Pranksta.”
The formal looking male asked and this was greeted with a “are you serious?” look on the Canadian’s face…but this slowly turned into a grin has a faint beat began to play lightly.
“I guess it doesn't hurt to do so. The first thing I'll do is…”
The reviewer felt interested in both what Alonso will do and where the hell is that sound coming from…but before he could do so the rookie shot off the chair and landed on the table, completely shocking the male.
“Undress myself.”
“Like a boss!”
The beat went louder as the billion dollar megastars poke out his words. But what surprised the other male the most was the sudden “like a boss” shout that clearly wasn’t from Alonso. Yet he could do nout about it has Alonso continue to speak.
“Until naked.”
“Like a boss!”
“Have a shower.”
“Like a boss!”
“Remember shampoo.”
“Like a boss!”
“To clean my hair.”
“Like a boss!”
“Dry myself up.”
“Like a boss!”
“Get myself dressed.”
“Like a boss!”
“Into my ring gear.”
“Like a boss!”
Okay it’s clear now that Finochio is singing his own version of Lonely Island’s “Like A Boss,” with Alonso signaling each action with hands and his movements on the table, but the reviewer was still stunned at this to do anything at all.
“Head to the stage.”
“Like a boss!”
“Pick up a drink.”
“Like a boss!”
“Holla the babes.”
“Like a boss!”
“Finish my drink.”
“Like a boss!”
“Throw it away.”
“Like a boss!”
“At a dick.”
“Like a boss!”
“Ignore his complaints.”
“Like a boss!”
“While walking on.”
“Like a boss!”
While singing out his words Alonso gave out a slight dance, even though his eyes never looked away from the reviewer’s.
“Appear on the stage.”
“Like a boss!”
“To my theme song.”
“Like a boss!”
“Insult the fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Get on the apron.”
“Like a boss!”
“Enter the ring.”
“Like a boss!”
“Look into Sykes’ eyes.”
“Like a boss!”
“Laugh at him, who would give a damn? He’s shit.”
While musically speaking out his words Famoso slowed down his dancing to a gradual halt and was face to face with the reviewer, staring fiercely into his eyes when the word “eyes” left his lips. It did sound a bit offensive when the Canadian called his opponent “shit” but the reviewer was secretly praying that the “Prince of Hardcore” would prove Alonso wrong on Asylum. But suddenly a massively bright light lit up from behind the Canadian, revealing a band containing a drummer, a guitarist and a bassist were hidden in the dark behind the hooded star, and the Canadian continued on with his bizarre song.
“Slap that kid.”
“Like a boss!”
“Argue with the fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Nail the BDD.”
“Like a boss!”
“Neaten myself.”
“Like a boss!”
“Pin cover.”
“Like a boss!”
“Celebrate.”
“Like a boss!”
“Mock the haters.”
“Like a boss!”
“While my theme song plays.”
“Like a boss!”
“Stroll up the ramp.”
“Like a boss!”
“Ignore the stupid fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Leave the arena.”
“Like a boss!”
“To the hotel.”
“Like a boss!”
“Into my own room.”
“Like a boss!”
“Have a shower.”
“Like a boss!”
“Prepare for Mayhem.”
“Like a boss!”
“Then I sleep.”
“Like a boss!”
More energy were given into these words has Alonso to be enjoying his average job of being a vocalist…meanwhile it seem that it was the drummer, who is wearing some kind of mask, that was shouting “like a boss.” But nothing lasts forever, no matter how good or goddamn dreadful it seems, and near the end of his words Alonso rested back into his seat and after he finished his words the wealthy wrestler grinned ever so smugly. The reviewer was stunned a couple more seconds before finally regaining his wit and began to write onto the paper in his folder while looking into the rookie’s eyes and speaking up for the first time in a while.
“Uh huh. So that’s…well...what you plan to do to the Half Man-Half Superhero Johnny Sykes?”
“No doubt.”
“You slap him and nail the BDD?”
“Hell yeah.”
“And what may this ‘BDD’ be…is it a finishing move or something?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what does ‘BDD’ stand for? May I ask.”
“The ‘Billion Dollar Destroyer,’ the greatest move in professional wrestling and is hands down to win wrestling manoeuvre of the year.”
“Okay…well…this has been eye-opening for me.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Yeah, I know, I got that. You said it like four-hundred odd times.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
“I’m the boss.”
“No, I heard you, see you later!”
The formal male quickly said and picked up his folder with one hand but before he could rush away Alonso was knelling on the table, holding the male’s left hand.
“Wait, please, I want you to give a message to Johnny Sykes from me.”
“Okay…what may this message be?”
After asking his question the male noticed that the Italian Canadian has edged his face closer to his…does he plan on kissing him!?! Luckily for the homophobic this wasn’t the case has Famoso suddenly had the male’s head between his thighs and his arms hooked behind his back. Then Alonso jumped over and rolled into a sitout position, causing the victim to spike his head on the floor and fall limply down onto the ground. Afterwards Alonso fully let go of his victim and crouched near his unconscious face before whispering these words deeply.
“Not only will I beat you Johnny Sykes but I’ll utterly destroy you…”
After whispering out those words Alonso stood up and exited the room, quickly followed by the bassist and the guitarist, yet the drummer instead approached the fallen male and stared vacantly at him. A few moments passed until the drummer took off his mask, revealing himself has the individual who entered at number seventy-three in this year’s “Survive & Conquer.”
“Like a boss!”
After shouting out those three words the male wandered out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The scene then began to fade to black, with the last thing seen was the words “Haters Be Losers” graffiti’ed onto the wall.
“Mr. Famoso, thank you for coming to the review of your performance on Asylum.”
When his last name was spoken Alonso looked up slightly, so he could look into the person in the eyes, before grinning an ever so smugly grin.
“Whatever, after I’ve done this I’ll just produce a promo.”
“Who will this promo be against, may I ask?”
It seemed that this male has picked up the Canadian’s slightly bored tone of voice. This question did surprise the small superstar, even though he managed to not expose any of this, but after a couple of moments he rocked his chair back lightly while looking away a bit.
“No one impressive, just another fellow rookie by the name of Johnny Sykes…”
Okay…obviously the self-made billionaire was the opposite of impressed, with both his words and tone used to speak them being a clear clue. The guy in glasses felt quite shocked at this lack of care, for he has heard of Johnny “The Original Pranksta” Sykes and what he can do against his opponents. But it seem that he wanted to know a bit more about what Alonso Famoso thinks, evidenced in his next comment.
“You don’t sound exactly impressed...at all.”
A faint chuckle escaped the Canadian’s lips at those two last words before the male nodded faintly, indicating that the reviewer was right in how unimpressed the male is.
“Why should I? All this berk will ever be known has is a waste of space, time and breath...I’m going to be the Boss of Asylum sooner than later, I don’t fully mind but I don’t have the time for small fry, after small fry, after small fry.”
Alonso leaned slightly forward after saying those words lightly, his accent being easily heard, and when he finished speaking the Italian Canadian’s elbows rested softly against the table.
“Okay then...why not you tell me how will, ‘The Boss,’ deal with The Original Pranksta.”
The formal looking male asked and this was greeted with a “are you serious?” look on the Canadian’s face…but this slowly turned into a grin has a faint beat began to play lightly.
“I guess it doesn't hurt to do so. The first thing I'll do is…”
The reviewer felt interested in both what Alonso will do and where the hell is that sound coming from…but before he could do so the rookie shot off the chair and landed on the table, completely shocking the male.
“Undress myself.”
“Like a boss!”
The beat went louder as the billion dollar megastars poke out his words. But what surprised the other male the most was the sudden “like a boss” shout that clearly wasn’t from Alonso. Yet he could do nout about it has Alonso continue to speak.
“Until naked.”
“Like a boss!”
“Have a shower.”
“Like a boss!”
“Remember shampoo.”
“Like a boss!”
“To clean my hair.”
“Like a boss!”
“Dry myself up.”
“Like a boss!”
“Get myself dressed.”
“Like a boss!”
“Into my ring gear.”
“Like a boss!”
Okay it’s clear now that Finochio is singing his own version of Lonely Island’s “Like A Boss,” with Alonso signaling each action with hands and his movements on the table, but the reviewer was still stunned at this to do anything at all.
“Head to the stage.”
“Like a boss!”
“Pick up a drink.”
“Like a boss!”
“Holla the babes.”
“Like a boss!”
“Finish my drink.”
“Like a boss!”
“Throw it away.”
“Like a boss!”
“At a dick.”
“Like a boss!”
“Ignore his complaints.”
“Like a boss!”
“While walking on.”
“Like a boss!”
While singing out his words Alonso gave out a slight dance, even though his eyes never looked away from the reviewer’s.
“Appear on the stage.”
“Like a boss!”
“To my theme song.”
“Like a boss!”
“Insult the fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Get on the apron.”
“Like a boss!”
“Enter the ring.”
“Like a boss!”
“Look into Sykes’ eyes.”
“Like a boss!”
“Laugh at him, who would give a damn? He’s shit.”
While musically speaking out his words Famoso slowed down his dancing to a gradual halt and was face to face with the reviewer, staring fiercely into his eyes when the word “eyes” left his lips. It did sound a bit offensive when the Canadian called his opponent “shit” but the reviewer was secretly praying that the “Prince of Hardcore” would prove Alonso wrong on Asylum. But suddenly a massively bright light lit up from behind the Canadian, revealing a band containing a drummer, a guitarist and a bassist were hidden in the dark behind the hooded star, and the Canadian continued on with his bizarre song.
“Slap that kid.”
“Like a boss!”
“Argue with the fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Nail the BDD.”
“Like a boss!”
“Neaten myself.”
“Like a boss!”
“Pin cover.”
“Like a boss!”
“Celebrate.”
“Like a boss!”
“Mock the haters.”
“Like a boss!”
“While my theme song plays.”
“Like a boss!”
“Stroll up the ramp.”
“Like a boss!”
“Ignore the stupid fans.”
“Like a boss!”
“Leave the arena.”
“Like a boss!”
“To the hotel.”
“Like a boss!”
“Into my own room.”
“Like a boss!”
“Have a shower.”
“Like a boss!”
“Prepare for Mayhem.”
“Like a boss!”
“Then I sleep.”
“Like a boss!”
More energy were given into these words has Alonso to be enjoying his average job of being a vocalist…meanwhile it seem that it was the drummer, who is wearing some kind of mask, that was shouting “like a boss.” But nothing lasts forever, no matter how good or goddamn dreadful it seems, and near the end of his words Alonso rested back into his seat and after he finished his words the wealthy wrestler grinned ever so smugly. The reviewer was stunned a couple more seconds before finally regaining his wit and began to write onto the paper in his folder while looking into the rookie’s eyes and speaking up for the first time in a while.
“Uh huh. So that’s…well...what you plan to do to the Half Man-Half Superhero Johnny Sykes?”
“No doubt.”
“You slap him and nail the BDD?”
“Hell yeah.”
“And what may this ‘BDD’ be…is it a finishing move or something?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what does ‘BDD’ stand for? May I ask.”
“The ‘Billion Dollar Destroyer,’ the greatest move in professional wrestling and is hands down to win wrestling manoeuvre of the year.”
“Okay…well…this has been eye-opening for me.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Yeah, I know, I got that. You said it like four-hundred odd times.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
“I’m the boss.”
“No, I heard you, see you later!”
The formal male quickly said and picked up his folder with one hand but before he could rush away Alonso was knelling on the table, holding the male’s left hand.
“Wait, please, I want you to give a message to Johnny Sykes from me.”
“Okay…what may this message be?”
After asking his question the male noticed that the Italian Canadian has edged his face closer to his…does he plan on kissing him!?! Luckily for the homophobic this wasn’t the case has Famoso suddenly had the male’s head between his thighs and his arms hooked behind his back. Then Alonso jumped over and rolled into a sitout position, causing the victim to spike his head on the floor and fall limply down onto the ground. Afterwards Alonso fully let go of his victim and crouched near his unconscious face before whispering these words deeply.
“Not only will I beat you Johnny Sykes but I’ll utterly destroy you…”
After whispering out those words Alonso stood up and exited the room, quickly followed by the bassist and the guitarist, yet the drummer instead approached the fallen male and stared vacantly at him. A few moments passed until the drummer took off his mask, revealing himself has the individual who entered at number seventy-three in this year’s “Survive & Conquer.”
“Like a boss!”
After shouting out those three words the male wandered out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The scene then began to fade to black, with the last thing seen was the words “Haters Be Losers” graffiti’ed onto the wall.