04-22-2014, 01:36 PM
Scene 1 - Interview with a Psychopath.
Whilst visiting the media site of XWF, we discovered an interview just uploaded. It features the Ark of Covenant Champion Dusty Wyatt. This Wednesday, Bray's outcast brother looks more than likely to be making an appearance at the second NWO battle Royale. Can Dusty Wyatt overcome the odds and win? Can Dusty Wyatt stop the NWO and the other competitors? Can Dusty Wyatt do the cha cha slide? These important questions will be answered soon. The interview begins...
•Reporter•
Ladies and Gentleman I am now joined by Wyatt family member, Dusty Wyatt.
The reporter turns to Dusty, who is standing next to him, looking upwards, smiling away. Dusty then turns suddenly towards the reporter with a serious look on his face.
•Reporter•
Dusty, tomorrow it seems you will be in the Battle Royale, how do you feel about your chances and do you honestly think you can win, overcoming the odds, defeating stars like the NWO, like Jon Plex and Sebastian?
Dusty Wyatt takes in a deep breath, then exhales, with a slight grin on his face he begins to address the reporter.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Well Mr Reporter maaannnn, let me ask you a question? Do YOU believe I can win?
The reporter has a puzzled look on his face.
•Reporter•
Well, erm...I guess..., I guess everyone taking part has a chance to make a name for themselves, I guess it's a question of who has luck and the NWO on their side.
Dusty hold his hand up to the reporter signalling him to stop talking talking such utter crap.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Luck? Luck has nothing to do with what I am going to do, I am going to stroll down that ramp, and I am going to eliminate every lazy bastard that hasn't brought their A game. Listen to me maaaannn, the NWO can get involved all they like, and as much as I approved of Randy Savages actions last Wednesday when he provided me with the crown to thorns for me to plant The Gladiators face on, it doesn't mean we have an understanding. The NWO however CAN understand this, if they get in my way on Warfare, I will have no problem dispatching them, each and every last one of them.
As for Jon Plex, Seb, and whoever else fancies their chances, they must understand this, that I am not their to make up the numbers, I am not their to lay claim to a title shot, I am simply their to cause as much pain as possible, and if I do win, then so be it.
•Reporter•
Interesting, you say you don't have any desires to obtain a title shot, yet here you stand Ark of Covenant Champion, how does it feel to be holding that title?
•Dusty Wyatt•
It feels like you are being disrespectful, anymore of that and I will slice your lips off, and attach them to my ass, how does that sound?
The reporter gulps, he then wipes sweat dripping from his forehead.
•The Reporter•
As fun as that sounds, and trust me, it doesn't sound very fun at all, I meant no disrespect. I apologise.
•Dusty Wyatt•
That's better. You need to understand that this Ark of Covenant title is more prestigious then people realise, people act like it doesn't exist, like it only exists in an alternate reality maaannnn, but that just isn't the case at all. This Gold doesn't make me anymore special than I already I am, it doesn't empower me, I don't feel like a God, I already am a God walking among men. I am Dusty Wyatt, I am the boogie man children speak of, I am the boogie man that those children's parents insist is just a myth, but their children will never stop fearing me, and those parents, will start to see the fear creep back into their lives, slowly eating away at their souls and consuming the last little bit of light that exists in their pathetic lives. They will be consumed with darkness, and follow me as I journey through the halls of Xtreme.
The reporter jumps slightly, I think he may have nodded off during Dusty Wyatt's speech. As he was asleep he starts rambling, making no sense what so ever.
•The Reporter•
Mom don't throw bricks at me, I have friend who will rape you in the face. Stop it mom, I don't like licking windows.
Dusty Wyatt turns to the reporter, he looks infuriated. He grabs the reporter by the head, plants a quick kiss on his forehead and hits him with the sister Abigail. Dusty then sits in the floor, caressing the reporters head, stroking it as he speaks.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Poor little guy, sleeping in my arms, dreaming of a world where he can get vaginas on tap, dreaming of a world where he actually means something, but listen Brothers and sisters, this world is a painful place, a place where no one is safe and a place where those who have it all don't actually have anything. I have a lot of things, herpes, the Ark Title, a chance at winning the Battle Royale, but I don't feel complete. I will never be happy, even if I accomplish, sorry, WHEN I accomplish things here in XWF that you people can only dream of, even then, I will have a big dark void in my stomach, a void that can't be filled with superficial things. Pain is my only friend,I love it. Pain is my everything.
Dusty looks upwards still stroking the reporters head and begins laughing hysterically. He begins to sing.
•Dusty Wyatt•
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real...
The scene fades with Dusty looking down at the reporter. Dusty is now certainly going to be taking part in the Battle Royale on Wednesday, but the big question remains, can he win it? Can he be the last man standing in the Xtreme squared circle. We will find out soon. Stay tuned to XWF and don't miss Warfare.
End Scene 1.
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Scene 2 - Mary had a little lamb.
The scene opens up in what appears to be Dusty's kitchen, YES that's right boys and girls, the lunatic Dusty Wyatt has a fucking Kitchen. Well i'll be damned. The walls are splattered with either red paint, or the more likely option, which is the blood from animal carcasses. In any case, Dusty either has a really bad interior designer or is one hell of a careless butcher, who the fuck knows, and to be honest, I am not one to judge. I am purely here to describe the setting and mood in as little detail as possible and leave the rest to Mr Wyatt....anyway, back to the setting, there are animal parts scattered around, some cooked, some raw, some....well, I think it's best I don't say. Dusty Wyatt appears from nowhere (which let's face it, is factually impossible, really never got that saying, I suppose it's meant to be 'as if he appeared from nowhere' but people are people and common sense is rare...see what it did there...common....rare....) Anyway, he seemed to appear as if from nowhere, wearing nothing but an apron covered in what can only be described as...erm...BLOOD. He has under his arm a little lamb. He lays the lamb down on a table, takes an axe, and...CHOP, Holy Shit. Dear mother of Mary, the lambs head is taken clean off, the poor Fucker was alive, and now...well...now it's dead. Dusty begins to quietly and softly sing as he reaches inside and removes the lambs innards.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Mary, had a, little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little...lamb...its...fleece...was white...as...snowwwwww....
What an absolute sick and twisted individual. I'm pretty sure when Dusty thinks even prepping dinner has to be Xtreme, god only knows what he is like when it comes to foreplay....and NO. I have no idea fucking idea what the hell that has to do with anything. Anyway, there is a knock at Dusty's door, it's the postman, he has a delivery for Dusty. Dusty opens the door and before the postman can even state his business, Dusty speaks.
•Dusty Wyatt•
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
The Postman looks down at the name on the parcel.
•Mr Postman•
Mr Wyatt?
•Dusty Wyatt•
YA GOD DAMN RIGHT.
Dusty takes the parcel, and slams the door shut, not even bothering to sign for it. He opens it furiously and begins to grin....we can't quite see what it is. Dusty puts it away upstairs and returns, humming to himself as he steps back into the kitchen. he carries on prepping the lamb, and then sings some more.
•Dusty Wyatt•
And, everywhere that Mary went...Mary...went...Mary...went...and everywhere that Mary Went...the...lamb...was...sure...to...goooooo.
The scene suddenly ends. Thank fuck for that, my unborn kids are traumatised severely after this. Somebody help the voices inside my head. HELPPPPPP.
End Scene 2.
Whilst visiting the media site of XWF, we discovered an interview just uploaded. It features the Ark of Covenant Champion Dusty Wyatt. This Wednesday, Bray's outcast brother looks more than likely to be making an appearance at the second NWO battle Royale. Can Dusty Wyatt overcome the odds and win? Can Dusty Wyatt stop the NWO and the other competitors? Can Dusty Wyatt do the cha cha slide? These important questions will be answered soon. The interview begins...
•Reporter•
Ladies and Gentleman I am now joined by Wyatt family member, Dusty Wyatt.
The reporter turns to Dusty, who is standing next to him, looking upwards, smiling away. Dusty then turns suddenly towards the reporter with a serious look on his face.
•Reporter•
Dusty, tomorrow it seems you will be in the Battle Royale, how do you feel about your chances and do you honestly think you can win, overcoming the odds, defeating stars like the NWO, like Jon Plex and Sebastian?
Dusty Wyatt takes in a deep breath, then exhales, with a slight grin on his face he begins to address the reporter.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Well Mr Reporter maaannnn, let me ask you a question? Do YOU believe I can win?
The reporter has a puzzled look on his face.
•Reporter•
Well, erm...I guess..., I guess everyone taking part has a chance to make a name for themselves, I guess it's a question of who has luck and the NWO on their side.
Dusty hold his hand up to the reporter signalling him to stop talking talking such utter crap.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Luck? Luck has nothing to do with what I am going to do, I am going to stroll down that ramp, and I am going to eliminate every lazy bastard that hasn't brought their A game. Listen to me maaaannn, the NWO can get involved all they like, and as much as I approved of Randy Savages actions last Wednesday when he provided me with the crown to thorns for me to plant The Gladiators face on, it doesn't mean we have an understanding. The NWO however CAN understand this, if they get in my way on Warfare, I will have no problem dispatching them, each and every last one of them.
As for Jon Plex, Seb, and whoever else fancies their chances, they must understand this, that I am not their to make up the numbers, I am not their to lay claim to a title shot, I am simply their to cause as much pain as possible, and if I do win, then so be it.
•Reporter•
Interesting, you say you don't have any desires to obtain a title shot, yet here you stand Ark of Covenant Champion, how does it feel to be holding that title?
•Dusty Wyatt•
It feels like you are being disrespectful, anymore of that and I will slice your lips off, and attach them to my ass, how does that sound?
The reporter gulps, he then wipes sweat dripping from his forehead.
•The Reporter•
As fun as that sounds, and trust me, it doesn't sound very fun at all, I meant no disrespect. I apologise.
•Dusty Wyatt•
That's better. You need to understand that this Ark of Covenant title is more prestigious then people realise, people act like it doesn't exist, like it only exists in an alternate reality maaannnn, but that just isn't the case at all. This Gold doesn't make me anymore special than I already I am, it doesn't empower me, I don't feel like a God, I already am a God walking among men. I am Dusty Wyatt, I am the boogie man children speak of, I am the boogie man that those children's parents insist is just a myth, but their children will never stop fearing me, and those parents, will start to see the fear creep back into their lives, slowly eating away at their souls and consuming the last little bit of light that exists in their pathetic lives. They will be consumed with darkness, and follow me as I journey through the halls of Xtreme.
The reporter jumps slightly, I think he may have nodded off during Dusty Wyatt's speech. As he was asleep he starts rambling, making no sense what so ever.
•The Reporter•
Mom don't throw bricks at me, I have friend who will rape you in the face. Stop it mom, I don't like licking windows.
Dusty Wyatt turns to the reporter, he looks infuriated. He grabs the reporter by the head, plants a quick kiss on his forehead and hits him with the sister Abigail. Dusty then sits in the floor, caressing the reporters head, stroking it as he speaks.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Poor little guy, sleeping in my arms, dreaming of a world where he can get vaginas on tap, dreaming of a world where he actually means something, but listen Brothers and sisters, this world is a painful place, a place where no one is safe and a place where those who have it all don't actually have anything. I have a lot of things, herpes, the Ark Title, a chance at winning the Battle Royale, but I don't feel complete. I will never be happy, even if I accomplish, sorry, WHEN I accomplish things here in XWF that you people can only dream of, even then, I will have a big dark void in my stomach, a void that can't be filled with superficial things. Pain is my only friend,I love it. Pain is my everything.
Dusty looks upwards still stroking the reporters head and begins laughing hysterically. He begins to sing.
•Dusty Wyatt•
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real...
The scene fades with Dusty looking down at the reporter. Dusty is now certainly going to be taking part in the Battle Royale on Wednesday, but the big question remains, can he win it? Can he be the last man standing in the Xtreme squared circle. We will find out soon. Stay tuned to XWF and don't miss Warfare.
End Scene 1.
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Scene 2 - Mary had a little lamb.
The scene opens up in what appears to be Dusty's kitchen, YES that's right boys and girls, the lunatic Dusty Wyatt has a fucking Kitchen. Well i'll be damned. The walls are splattered with either red paint, or the more likely option, which is the blood from animal carcasses. In any case, Dusty either has a really bad interior designer or is one hell of a careless butcher, who the fuck knows, and to be honest, I am not one to judge. I am purely here to describe the setting and mood in as little detail as possible and leave the rest to Mr Wyatt....anyway, back to the setting, there are animal parts scattered around, some cooked, some raw, some....well, I think it's best I don't say. Dusty Wyatt appears from nowhere (which let's face it, is factually impossible, really never got that saying, I suppose it's meant to be 'as if he appeared from nowhere' but people are people and common sense is rare...see what it did there...common....rare....) Anyway, he seemed to appear as if from nowhere, wearing nothing but an apron covered in what can only be described as...erm...BLOOD. He has under his arm a little lamb. He lays the lamb down on a table, takes an axe, and...CHOP, Holy Shit. Dear mother of Mary, the lambs head is taken clean off, the poor Fucker was alive, and now...well...now it's dead. Dusty begins to quietly and softly sing as he reaches inside and removes the lambs innards.
•Dusty Wyatt•
Mary, had a, little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little...lamb...its...fleece...was white...as...snowwwwww....
What an absolute sick and twisted individual. I'm pretty sure when Dusty thinks even prepping dinner has to be Xtreme, god only knows what he is like when it comes to foreplay....and NO. I have no idea fucking idea what the hell that has to do with anything. Anyway, there is a knock at Dusty's door, it's the postman, he has a delivery for Dusty. Dusty opens the door and before the postman can even state his business, Dusty speaks.
•Dusty Wyatt•
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
The Postman looks down at the name on the parcel.
•Mr Postman•
Mr Wyatt?
•Dusty Wyatt•
YA GOD DAMN RIGHT.
Dusty takes the parcel, and slams the door shut, not even bothering to sign for it. He opens it furiously and begins to grin....we can't quite see what it is. Dusty puts it away upstairs and returns, humming to himself as he steps back into the kitchen. he carries on prepping the lamb, and then sings some more.
•Dusty Wyatt•
And, everywhere that Mary went...Mary...went...Mary...went...and everywhere that Mary Went...the...lamb...was...sure...to...goooooo.
The scene suddenly ends. Thank fuck for that, my unborn kids are traumatised severely after this. Somebody help the voices inside my head. HELPPPPPP.
End Scene 2.