Post by Matt Hare on Jun 5, 2005 17:11:37 GMT 10
**Scene is The Hare sitting in his locker-room reading a piece of paper and talking to himself. the words are unclear but it sounds like a song. He puts the paper down and laughs**
The Hare: And Jonny thought he was a good poet!
**The Hare stands up, raises the paper to his eyesight and begins to walk around, reading the text aloud**
The Hare:
**The Hare stares at the ceiling, looking very proud**
Mystery Voice: That was rubbish....
**The camera zooms out to see Jonny Stripes leaning on one side of the door frame shaking his head**
Jonny Stripes: You call yourself a poet? You compare yourself to the likes of MacBeth? or Shakespear?! You've really gone crazy...you've changed!
The Hare: Haha, 100 dead babies. That still cracks me up...
Jonny Stripes: Because thy World Champion has realised that the fans are not worthy of his praise. Why waste time signing their cheap merchandise when I could be off reading a good poem, or eating cardboard, or skinning a pig?? It's pointless....just like you, Haretio!
Haretio: Don't you ever call me that!! Jonathon.
Jonathon Stripes: I really do not care what you call me, for I know that I am superior to you. I have beaten you on numerous occasions but you have come back for more. Well in the final, I will teach you. Teach you to never come near me again. That I am more powerful than you, a better wrestler than you and sure as hell - a better poet than you!!!
**Jonny smacks the wall and walks away laughing and reading his Bible, leaving an angry Hare standing in his locker-room alone**
The Hare: And Jonny thought he was a good poet!
**The Hare stands up, raises the paper to his eyesight and begins to walk around, reading the text aloud**
The Hare:
It's time for the deathmatch final
Three hours of blood and sweat,
And Disturbed's been added to the picture
He'll get some cheap advantage, I bet.
But it's all good,
The King is still here
So don't go whispering in my ear
That The Hare, the king
The next Deathmatch champ
You'll all hear my music blaring over the amps!
Three hours of blood and sweat,
And Disturbed's been added to the picture
He'll get some cheap advantage, I bet.
But it's all good,
The King is still here
So don't go whispering in my ear
That The Hare, the king
The next Deathmatch champ
You'll all hear my music blaring over the amps!
**The Hare stares at the ceiling, looking very proud**
Mystery Voice: That was rubbish....
**The camera zooms out to see Jonny Stripes leaning on one side of the door frame shaking his head**
Jonny Stripes: You call yourself a poet? You compare yourself to the likes of MacBeth? or Shakespear?! You've really gone crazy...you've changed!
The Hare: Haha, 100 dead babies. That still cracks me up...
Jonny Stripes: Because thy World Champion has realised that the fans are not worthy of his praise. Why waste time signing their cheap merchandise when I could be off reading a good poem, or eating cardboard, or skinning a pig?? It's pointless....just like you, Haretio!
Haretio: Don't you ever call me that!! Jonathon.
Jonathon Stripes: I really do not care what you call me, for I know that I am superior to you. I have beaten you on numerous occasions but you have come back for more. Well in the final, I will teach you. Teach you to never come near me again. That I am more powerful than you, a better wrestler than you and sure as hell - a better poet than you!!!
**Jonny smacks the wall and walks away laughing and reading his Bible, leaving an angry Hare standing in his locker-room alone**
