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The Righteous Side of Hell - Cain - 12-10-2015
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A moaning is heard on camera, accompanied by the sound of dragging feet. What? What is this? The camera pans upwards to reveal a pale, gaunt man dressed in a dirty old brown suit. His skin is grey in with veins turned blue popping up. His throat is ripped open, and covered in dried blood. He looks back and forth slowly, microphone held loosely in his boney hand.
"Ugggggh....Caaaaaain....where...?"
He, of course, is addressing a now terrified young blonde who loses all color in her skin her eyes going wide as she looks at the...
"EEEEEEK! Zombie!"
He stares vacantly as the young blonde runs away, her tits bouncing and ass jiggling. He moans and shuffles his feet, dragging himself forward. The undead creature stops at the corner of the hallway, where he sees a trail of blood starting.
"MMMMMMMM...."
He sees the Grey matter chunks laying in the the trail which is quite prevalent on the concrete floor. He sees the brains there and follows that trail, seeing Cain there standing over the broken and battered body of a referee...the referee who refereed his very last match. Zombie Reporter drops down and starts eating the brains.
Cain stands there for over the referee, and considers....he thinks about the taste of Orangutan shit in his mouth and roars, crushing the now dead ref with the heel of his boot.
Close up of Cain's face...he smirks.
"Ohhhh...what have we here?"
"Grrrrrrr.....inter...interview...*munch slurp* ...Cain?"
Cain\s Mind Said:Damn you, Shane. An undead reporter? He knows I can't kill it...it's already dead. Pft. Smart idea.
Cain braces his right leg and lines up a punt...then relaxes his muscles.
"Very well, then. I will grant this dead monkey an interview..." He narrows his eyes on the cameraman behind the camera man. "...look..." his eyes flash as he reads the nametag. "...just stay quiet and you will not die. Shut the fuck up and film."
The camera moves up and down quietly. [/i]
"Uuuuunnnngggg....brrrraaaaaains..."
"Yes...Booger Jones. I heard everything that little twit said. I was listening, though I wish I hadn't. Quite honestly, his idle threats were boring me to death! Which means of course that his interview with that monkey Steve Sayor was terrible. Being immortal I cannot and will not die, so...yes, he bores me. But I do agree with one thing he says, however..."
Booger moans.
"...he is a simple man, and easy target. His jokes are horrible, more horrible than Jerry Seinfeld on a bad day! And Seinfeld was a jew! Like me!"
"Grrrrrr...mmmmmmm....brrraaaaainnnnssss..."
"Don't look for any from Mason or his fan base for that matter, Booger. His fan base just made themselves look like a bunch of fucking dumbasses, gritting their teeth and yelling. I should expect nothing less from neanderthal. Trash. You see, old Booger...."
"....uuuunnnnggggghhhh."
"Young booger, that's Mason, because he is no better than the snot on Shane
's cocaine straw..." he laughs. "...young booger, and his fans are in for the dissappointment of their lives. Bigger than his mother and father had when they found out they were having a girl. Bigger than any woman who has ever seen Morbid Angel's dick! Children will cry...women will scream, and Drezdin will PROVE to be the non factor that he has proven he is...they will all..."Extreme close up.
[RED]"BELIEVE...IN....CAIN."[/COLOR]