Post by Scott Banks on May 13, 2005 19:28:18 GMT 10
The scene opens in the backstage area the day before the big PPV. All the DUEW superstars are gearing up to put on a wrestling spectacular.. But one thing they didn't count on was unwanted company. The opening lobby of the building is shown with newcomer Scott Banks walking down the hall smiling, facing him are six security members. Scott obviously isn't allowed in the building, considering he's not on the card.
Scott Banks Yo, chillax.. I'm just tryin' to get in the building, it ain't like I'mma gonna' steal any shit our nothin'.
The Head of Security, whom is standing infront of the others speaks up.
Head of Security Sorry Scott, you don't have permission to enter..
Scott Banks Boys, tell me you be kiddin' me!?
Head Of Security We're not kidding. Guys, escort Scott out of the building..
Security surround Scott.. Scott shrugs them off and backs off.
Scott Banks Fine, I be leaving.. And you, little guy, stop looking at me like that, fag!
Scott walks out the building as the scene fades.
The scene re-opens in the lobby bathroom. There's a bang on the window of the empty toilets, suddenly the window slowly opens and a foot appears, dressed in red sneekers the other appears, then a head duck under the top of the window and Scott jumps out lands on the ground, he smiles.. Scott opens the door slightly and see's all the security still in the lobby.
Scott Banks Damn!
Scott then realizes something. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a light, he flicks it on and lifts it towards the ceiling... ... Towards a fire alarm. Suddenly an alarm goes off as Scott peers though the door again and see's everyone occupying the Lobby screaming and running for the door. Scott then laughs waiting for the lobby to be cleared. The alarm only sounds in the lobby but that's good enough to get Scott into the arena. The Lobby is now empty, Scott waltzes through the door and begins to cruize the hall, knocking on all the superstars door before he runs around the corner, he peers across the corner to see the stars opening their doors finding nothing, Scott then laughs and continues.. He stops finding himself in the interview arena, he finds a microphone and looks into the camera, which has been following him since the beginning.
Scott Banks So, yall' thought you could be keepin me out.. Well, nuh-ah! the Bankster be in the house, and it be lookin' like this PPV's gon' be shubizzle, yall' know why? Cause I'm not on it.. But guess what, I am now, I'm in the building and no one can do nothin' bout it 'n' like it.. I seen all dese' so called stars parading around, signing autographs, getting cosy with the demented fans, getting gay with kids, and basically it makes me sick.. It makes me wanna cough up bial, which, which is bial. The only thing that could cure this is watching the competition get beaten down by eachother, like jackassed bitches. Oh, the joys of Gate Crashin' the PPV, speaking of crashin' I wonder if I can find the female locker room to 'crash' in, afterall, I don't want to be ruining my stay in this shit hole arena by gettin' myself ejected.. Hope, I don't end up crashin' in the B.O.D. locker room, I don't want to be seein' incest. Hell, no one does, them two jacked up jabber jockeys and their boyfriens ejaculatiung all over eachother, EW! Bad mental picture.. Think happy thoughts S.B. Ah, that's better, thank god for the equasion on Playboy+Torrie Wilson, because it = stiff Scotty.. But, enough about that kinda talk, after all I can imagine you in-bred kiddies watchin' your hero, Scott and asking your mommies and daddies why their mother and father are their antie and uncle...
Scott Banks Disturbing, just disturbing how you people can do things like that, but then again you do support the 'scum' of the DUEW. The scum like Stripes, Disturbed, The Hare, Ballistic, Nicho Z and insignificent others, it really does get to the Bankster, I mean c'mon, aint you seen me yet? Damn, I give myself a boner by looking at myself in the mirror, and I'm sure you chicks out there adore me, and even some of you.. Well, I suppose I could call you 'guys'. But I do have a policy, no dicks allowed!
Scott stops, rubbing his chin. He looks up at the camera and smirks.
Scott Banks So, tomorrow night, while your watching your precious Pay-Per-View, Hotter Than Hell, I know yall be thinkn' one thing.. You'll be thinkin' bout' the Bankster, and you can be bankin' on that!
Scott looks into the camera intensly, he then shoves the lens of the camera and storms of looking for more trouble....
Scott Banks Yo, chillax.. I'm just tryin' to get in the building, it ain't like I'mma gonna' steal any shit our nothin'.
The Head of Security, whom is standing infront of the others speaks up.
Head of Security Sorry Scott, you don't have permission to enter..
Scott Banks Boys, tell me you be kiddin' me!?
Head Of Security We're not kidding. Guys, escort Scott out of the building..
Security surround Scott.. Scott shrugs them off and backs off.
Scott Banks Fine, I be leaving.. And you, little guy, stop looking at me like that, fag!
Scott walks out the building as the scene fades.
The scene re-opens in the lobby bathroom. There's a bang on the window of the empty toilets, suddenly the window slowly opens and a foot appears, dressed in red sneekers the other appears, then a head duck under the top of the window and Scott jumps out lands on the ground, he smiles.. Scott opens the door slightly and see's all the security still in the lobby.
Scott Banks Damn!
Scott then realizes something. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a light, he flicks it on and lifts it towards the ceiling... ... Towards a fire alarm. Suddenly an alarm goes off as Scott peers though the door again and see's everyone occupying the Lobby screaming and running for the door. Scott then laughs waiting for the lobby to be cleared. The alarm only sounds in the lobby but that's good enough to get Scott into the arena. The Lobby is now empty, Scott waltzes through the door and begins to cruize the hall, knocking on all the superstars door before he runs around the corner, he peers across the corner to see the stars opening their doors finding nothing, Scott then laughs and continues.. He stops finding himself in the interview arena, he finds a microphone and looks into the camera, which has been following him since the beginning.
Scott Banks So, yall' thought you could be keepin me out.. Well, nuh-ah! the Bankster be in the house, and it be lookin' like this PPV's gon' be shubizzle, yall' know why? Cause I'm not on it.. But guess what, I am now, I'm in the building and no one can do nothin' bout it 'n' like it.. I seen all dese' so called stars parading around, signing autographs, getting cosy with the demented fans, getting gay with kids, and basically it makes me sick.. It makes me wanna cough up bial, which, which is bial. The only thing that could cure this is watching the competition get beaten down by eachother, like jackassed bitches. Oh, the joys of Gate Crashin' the PPV, speaking of crashin' I wonder if I can find the female locker room to 'crash' in, afterall, I don't want to be ruining my stay in this shit hole arena by gettin' myself ejected.. Hope, I don't end up crashin' in the B.O.D. locker room, I don't want to be seein' incest. Hell, no one does, them two jacked up jabber jockeys and their boyfriens ejaculatiung all over eachother, EW! Bad mental picture.. Think happy thoughts S.B. Ah, that's better, thank god for the equasion on Playboy+Torrie Wilson, because it = stiff Scotty.. But, enough about that kinda talk, after all I can imagine you in-bred kiddies watchin' your hero, Scott and asking your mommies and daddies why their mother and father are their antie and uncle...
Scott Banks Disturbing, just disturbing how you people can do things like that, but then again you do support the 'scum' of the DUEW. The scum like Stripes, Disturbed, The Hare, Ballistic, Nicho Z and insignificent others, it really does get to the Bankster, I mean c'mon, aint you seen me yet? Damn, I give myself a boner by looking at myself in the mirror, and I'm sure you chicks out there adore me, and even some of you.. Well, I suppose I could call you 'guys'. But I do have a policy, no dicks allowed!
Scott stops, rubbing his chin. He looks up at the camera and smirks.
Scott Banks So, tomorrow night, while your watching your precious Pay-Per-View, Hotter Than Hell, I know yall be thinkn' one thing.. You'll be thinkin' bout' the Bankster, and you can be bankin' on that!
Scott looks into the camera intensly, he then shoves the lens of the camera and storms of looking for more trouble....
TBC by Anyone (If they wish)
Keep this in mind, no attacks, don't get me thrown out the building and let something open, so we can have some fun.
