The tone and atmosphere opening our scene is quite peaceful in the city of demons; Los Demonis, California. The weather is a scorching 666 degrees and beautiful, while the passengers walking on the sidewalks are running for their lives to avoid spewing fire from above and lava pits beneath their feet. Acid rain falls from the sky and poisonous gas rises from the cracks in the ground below. Yeah, nothing could be more peaceful and endearing then the sight beset before us. The city is bustling and busy as the evening winds to an end. Our immediate attention is dragged towards an all night dance club on the strip where all kinds of and sluts seem to be mingling around. The various forms of disgusting disgraces for human beings begin congregating in a line and entering the club one at a time. A man emerges from the crowded and long line near the entrance of the club.

He is quite average looking, especially compared to all the scantily clothed whores waiting to shake their asses in each others faces trying to get into the club. The only thing that would certainly differentiate this man mostly from the others gathered around him is that he is wearing a suit that police men do when directing traffic. He obviously works for the venue as we see him now putting on a pair of latex gloves and shouting out over the crowd. Using a whistle that he located in his front pocket, he eventually gains enough of their attention to quiet them all down and we can eventually hear what he has to say.


Traffic Director: "Alright folks, I need everyone with clostridium difficile colitis to form a separate line six inches to the left of the one that is forming. I repeat, I need everyone with C-Diff to form an alternative line so that we can get you in immediately without you spastically shitting all over the place outside. Last night we had to call in those elephant shit shovelers from the circus, along with seven separate fire departments to come in and clean and hose down these side walks."

About half of the crowd forms a separate line that appears to be moving faster than the other as the disease inflicted assholes rush to get inside closer to the party. We eventually make our way inside the dance club to what you would expect the putrid poop party to be like where half of the population has C-diff. Everyone is dancing around and getting crazy as fuck. Drinking and flinging feces in the air, smearing it on one another, and just going absolutely ape shit with it in general! Lil Jon's song 'Shots' is bumping loudly in the background, but it appears the party has embellished a bit on it's lyrics as they blurt these ones out instead.....

Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Everyboooooooooooody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When suddenly, from out of the back of the crowd comes Scatbear with an oversized bottle of Patron. He's loving this party more than anyone else as he's waving the bottle in the air and dancing like Lil Jon himself. I'm not really sure that it's Patron in his cup as the liquid substance has a light yellow tint to it. It could be urine....

Scatbear: "Who wants to take a shot of piss with me! Everyboooooooooody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yup, it's urine. As crowds begin to form around Scatbear to partake in his request, it is suddenly interrupted as the music is halted and the dance party ceases. Everyone's attention is immediately drawn to a stage hanging over the party on the second level of the venue. Floating high above the dance party and standing behind a metal railing on this stage is the XWF Xtreme Champion, Unknown Soldier. He's definitely strung out on SATAN! only knows how many and what kind of drugs. Wobbling and swaying on top of the metal railing like a drunk sailor, and hanging over the crowd as he raises his voice so that all can hear. Swinging a golden chalice out of his left hand out over the audience and spilling it's Bloody Mary contents all over the crowd. Saliva spewing off the ends of his lips and drool running down the sides of his lips down past his chin. He's sporting a new t-shirt that on the front reads 'Keep Calm' and then when flipped to the back it says '....and C-Diff on!"

Unknown Soldier: "Thank you everyone for being here today, it was my pleasure and honor that we throw this party in celebration for the death of a living legend not too long ago. It's tragic, how this world can take from you one of the all time greats. A master in his craft and one of the greatest to ever exist in his sport. Many looked up to him as a role model, and their isn't a single man or woman alive that doesn't know who he is and how he's touched their lives in various ways. We watched as he performed feats of strength and stamina that nobody could even begin to fathom or comprehend as he dominated in his field for many, many years. He was the all time greatest..... He was the champion...."

Soldier reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief with a picture of Muhammad Ali on it. He uses the soft linen to blow his nose viciously and then afterwards he opens the handkerchief and admires his handiwork. Then just stuffs it back into his pocket without folding it.

Unknown Soldier: "Of course I am talking about 'Harambe' the brave Cincinnati gorilla who was shot to death because some hood rat lady was too busy playing Candy Crush on her fucking tablet, rather than be watching her kid dance with an 800 pound gorilla. It's an absolute travesty that one of the best shit slingers on the planet had to meet such a despicable fate. A moment of silence, please, everyone, while we mourn this great tragedy."

An enormous banner that spans across the entire back wall of the two story establishment portraying this gorilla legend, falls directly behind Unknown Soldier as the crowd now sits in silence. Staring at the picture of the gorilla, who is portrayed in the picture rubbing feces all over itself.


Unknown Soldier: "Alright, now let's get back to the scat dance party!"

Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat! Scat!
Everyboooooooooooody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Shots' By Lil' Jon comes blaring over the sound system once again, this time much louder than before so that the bass is even beginning to vibrate and shake the entire room. In fact, it's the only song that keeps playing on repeat at the party. Loud as fuck just how Lil' Jon would have wanted it. Turn down for what, ya know what I'm sayin'? Something catches the corner of Soldier's eye before he can go back to enjoying the party. Clear across the room is a very tall, skinny, pale, and blonde girl dancing around in feces with a large group of sickos ogling her while attempting to grind their junk on the back of her ass. Every girl at this party is surrounded by a similar group of males, but this girl in particular by far had the most. Soldier digs into his pants pockets and pulls out the picture that dropped from the void in the sky in his previous promo earlier this week. He unfolds the picture and our camera gets a glimpse finally of it's contents.


Soldier stands dazed and puzzled as he attempts to compare both the photo and the girl. Alternately looking down at the picture and then back to her face again, quicker in pace with every passing glance. A shadow steps out from behind him and very creepily sunders it's way over his left shoulder. It's Greggo and he's leaning in getting awkwardly close to his ear in order to whisper, also at the same time clinching Soldier's left butt cheek with his open palmed right hand.

Greggo: "That's Taylor Swift, she's one of the most popular celebrities in the whole wide world."

Unknown Soldier: "Popular you say?"

Greggo: "Yes!"

Unknown Soldier: "Celebrity you say?"

Greggo: "Yes! Yes!"

Unknown Soldier: "In the whole world you say?"

Greggo: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Greggo is shaking around violently now as if having a seizure.

Unknown Soldier: "A more popular celebrity known in the world than Maria Brink?"

Greggo: "Oh, most definitely, she's sold over five times more albums than that band Maria sings in, 'Last Year's Moment' or whatever it was."

Unknown Soldier: "She's definitely still young enough to be menstruating, so then the decision is made. She will be mine!"

Greggo: "Good luck, you better have a good pick up line if you think you're going to score this one. Every dick in the club is trying to get inside her!"

Unknown Soldier: "I think I got this Greggo."

Soldier saunters off not noticing the wet stain Greggo left on his back. Greggo just laughs sheepishly and floats back off into the shadows as he watches his friend attempt to pick up the hottest girl in the club with that spot on the back of his pants. The confident scat party leading sexual sadist approaches the beautiful girl with his shoulders cocked back. He approaches her with that John Travolta Saturday Night Fever strut across the dance floor. The camera slows down to emphasize this walk in slow motion as bits and pieces of shit being flung around the party soar everywhere around him. It catches her attention as he gets halfway across the dance floor and they lock eyes as he makes his way towards her.

Unknown Soldier: "Hey girl, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my penis...."

Soldier pulls his defiling stick out of his pants and presents it to her.

Unknown Soldier: "Now suck it daily!"

Taylor Swift: "Teeheehee"

Ironically this sniveling bratty and stuck up little teenage girl sounded exactly like Eli James, except a little bit less like a whiny bitch than him even. One things for certain, it's the same sound everyone makes when their ready to get fucked by Unknown Soldier. This our demonic do-badder knows from experience; therefore, he knew he was able to make his next move easily. He reaches over towards her leaning in close and then viciously attacks her neck with his mouth like some kind of vampire. He draws blood, which he slurps up and swallows and feasts on like a rabid wolf.

Unknown Soldier: "Will you be my girlfriend, whatever the fuck your name is?"

Taylor Swift: "You bet baby, you're so cute and sweet. You can even call me whatever you want. I let bad boys walk all over me so that I can cry about it later. Just like a lot of girls, I'm really emotionally indecisive so I'll never figure out why I can't tame these types of men into my prince charming. Probably ignoring a lot of nice guys along the way and sticking them in the friend zone."

Unknown Soldier: "Whatever I want, huh?"

Soldier strokes his chin and stares up in the air pondering for just a moment about what to say next.

Unknown Soldier: "Eureka! I got it! Since you'll be the new hottest girl in the XWF; replacing the former hottest, but a more perverted and dirtier version of it. I think it would only be appropriate that your name be ROXY ROTTEN!

Taylor Swift Roxy Rotten: "How very cute and creative, thanks baby." ;)

Unknown Soldier: "You bet my little bleeding vessel of blood, which brings me to my next point. You wouldn't mind menstruating a bathtub full of your unwanted ovaries for Peter Gilmour to bathe in this Wednesday night. Would you escort and assist me in my period blood match, milady?"

Roxy Rotten: "It would be an honor, my love."

Unknown Soldier: "You hear that Peter! You hear that Vinnie! You hear that John Black! I got a new celebrity girlfriend and she's ready to menstruate the fuck out of Maria Brink!"

Soldier leaps in towards her neck and proceeds to once again suck the sweet red juices from her veins. She giggles like a giddish little wench whilst he tears open her esophagus. The scene fades to scat.

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