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A Hell Of A Day |
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[ Doctor ] Behold, this is the object, the tool that will make this individual most demented thing this world has ever seen. Now lets get this operation underway shall we? [:: The doctor reaches down and insets the microchip into a tiny hole in the side of the head of Kriminal. ::] [ Doctor ] We have a success.... weed. [:: Te doctor reaches out and another one of the doctors passes him a small block of weed. The doctor places it under the noise of Kriminal... In just a few moments Kriminal's eyes start to roll around in his head, he then stops smirking and looks down. a Few wires are hanging out of the bottom of his head. ::] [ Kriminal ] Where's my body niggaz! [:: The doctor quickly grabs the head of Kriminal and walks a few yards. The doctor reaches a white sheet it seems to be covering something, almost as tall as the doctor. The doctor pulls off the covers to reveal Kriminals body, no shirt on, his belt loaded with hand held guns and his arms carrying a chainsaw. His arms are tattooed with all kinds of crazy shit. The doctor places the head on the body and screws it in. A Few seconds later Kriminal starts to move slowly. ::] [ Doctor ] That's right son, just addapt to your new environment. Have fun with your new body. [:: Kriminal nods along with the doctor then unzips his trousers to really make the best of his new body ::] [ Doctor ] I don't mean that kind of fun. [:: Kriminal looks pissed off ::] [ Doctor ] Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the sickest mind, Toughest fighter, Sexist, Ageist human being in the world today! Kriminal! [ Kriminal ] You fuckin' But you gots to die now old man. [ Kriminal starts up the chainsaw and swings it at the doctor. As the Doctor screams, the camera focuses on the teeth of Kriminal, with blood stains at the top, His eyes bloodshot, a look in his face nothing short of Psychotic. The scene slowly fades to the sounds of "Fuck The World" BY Insane Clown Posse, And in on a mobile phone. A message is on the phone; it reads. ::]
[:: The camera zooms out to see the road passing by, and Kriminal's arm leaning out of the window of a convertible dodge viper, Most likely loaned to him. The camera pans out more to show Kriminal wearing a backwards cap and a black Offspring t-shirt. His hand rests on the steering wheel, a few of his nails are painted black. Kriminal Pulls up in the car at a deserted car park, Kriminal looks around and steps out of the car. He is wearing denim shorts that are knee long with two pockets in either side. He reaches in the car to turn off the engine and when he does he hears a sound. ::] [ ? ] So Wassup?! [:: Kriminal looks very confused and turns around. A Tall man with a beard is stood with two black guys. He is looking down on Kriminal as if he was nothing. ::] [ Kriminal ] huh? Wassup [ ? ] Don't wassup me you piece of shit, You got some balls showing up alone, But Fuck that! [ Kriminal ] I really don't know what your talking about! [ ? ] Don't bullshit me, I know why your here. [:: Kriminal looks past the men and sees the three thugs dressed casually running walking quickly towards them. Kriminal Walks over to the three man, that are picking a fight. ::] [ Kriminal ] Look, I don't want any trouble okay, but if your... [:: BANG!!! Kriminal headbuts the guy in the face. The man staggers back and holds his face as the three thugs attack the other two men. Kriminal starts to kick a man in the face whist he is down. The scene cuts to static, It comes back with Kriminal and Sarah, sat on a bed facing each other. Sarah is sowing up a cut in his face. Sarah bits off part of the material she is using to sow up Kriminals face. ::] [ Sarah ] Does this hurt? [ Kriminal ] No. [ Sarah ] Did it hurt when you cut it? [ Kriminal ] no..... when you fight, you don't really feel the pain, you just know he is hit you, It's so fast pace, you don't have time to be licking your wounds, you always got to be on the attack. [ Sarah ] I never been in a fight. [ Kriminal ] then you wouldn't know the excitment. [ Sarah ] Guess not. [:: Kriminal stands up and walks out of the room, looking a little down. Kriminal holds his head in slight pain and walks into the bathroom to stair into the mirror. Kriminals eye's are bruised and the cut above his eyes isn't sowned up all that well. Kriminal rubs his face and sinks deep into thought. ::] [ Kriminal voice over ] Life is tough, just to look at my self in the mirror everyday makes me sick. Eyes bloodshot, pupils dilated, Day after day I inflict harm to my body one way or another. If it's not fighting it's alcohol, or drugs... Drugs, well my life is fucked in all kinds of ways, My friends are into that shit, So how the hell you expect me to avoid it. Hell I never asked to be a good looking guy. But it's one thing to be born ugly, are stupid, are mind fucked up, it's another thing to inflict all that shit upon yourself. I don't blame anything on my parents, I take full responsibility for my actions, My mom and dad just brought me into this deranged world, with these people that make me so sick that I want to throw up. I don't think foreign people should come to USA and then complain about being discriminated. This world is full of ungrateful motherfuckers, So people complain when I come on TV and speak my mind? I cant pretend I feel any different than I actually do. Sometimes I do feel like killing people, someday I may actually do it. I don't give a shit about the stupid family of some little dumb prostitute who thinks it's clever to piss off somebody she don't even know. Society don't know who there fucking with, I'm teaching a lesson, girl power bullshit makes me sick.... Women.... Old folks that waste our time feeding through tubes in god damn homes.... Wrestlers that are all talk... anybody who isn't me! If you don't know what I've seen in the hood. You aint seen the shit I have lived through, then you can't tell me shit about what's good for the fucking kids that watch TV when I do this shit...... [:: The picture of Kriminal fades into a empty parking-lot in the early hours of a pretty miserable day, A car then swings into the the parking-lot with music blasting through the windows. The car is quickly parked without hardly any care at all as the music suddenly cuts off. Kriminal steps out of the car wearing dark glasses and quickly walks around to the passenger seat side, He pulls open the door and grabs Sarah's hand help her up out of the car. Kriminal and Sarah start to walk hand in hand, until stopped by a group of reporters all shouting out questions and flashing cameras ::] [ Kriminal ] Stop taking pictures! [ Reporter #1 ] Kriminal can I please ask you a question. [:: The man holds a hand held recorder to the face of Kriminal only to be knocked to the floor ::] [ Kriminal ] yeah but make this fuckin' quick. [ Reporter #1 ] Well it seems apparent to me that last Saturday you needed the help of "Rockin" Johnny Street to help you get the job done. [ Kriminal ] Well it seems aparant to me that you wasn't watching that match at all! Cause don't try to say you didn't see me continuously beat the crap out of Lou Nattik, for long enough to pin him to the floor for a ten count, fuck a damn three count. Who the hell do you think you are, you think your so special that you can disrupt me when am trying to get into the GFWA arena to do some buisness. Who the fuck are you? [ Reporter #1 ] I apologize sir [ Reporter #2 ] Kriminal do you have anyone in mind for your next opponent. [ Kriminal ] come here punk! [:: Kriminal grabs the man by the head and pulls him to his face, The look in Kriminals eye's is dead serious, the group of reporters and Sarah back away from Kriminal and the reporter as Kriminal reaches down to his belt and pulls out a pretty powerful looking berretta He holds it to the head of the reporter and starts to talk ::] [ Kriminal ] ok bastard, do you think your more special than the other dumn ass hoe??? Well listen up, is that question worth your life? [ Reporter #2 ] No it's not [ Kriminal ] get on your knee's and beg for ya life ya bastard. [:: the man drops to his knee's and starts to prey with his head in the air. ::] [ Reporter ] Please sir, I have a wife and kids and I love them very much. [ Kriminal ] how is your wife, not bad looking? [ Reporter ] she's the most beautiful women in the world. [:: Kriminal hits the man in the head with the gun, the reporter is now in tears ::] [ Kriminal ] thats a lie, she is an old bitch. [ Reporter ] ok ok!!! she's not all that attractive. [ Kriminal ] do you let your kids watch my promo's, will they get to watch this?? [ Reporter ] no sir I don't allow them to watch violent shows such as GFWA wrestling. [:: Bam Bam! he hits the scared reporter twice again in the head with the gun ::] [ Kriminal ] That's not fair, I'm not violent, I teach valuable lessons, I quote Shakespeare and shit, it's just like school, so are you now going to allow your fat children to view the krim reaper in his ten or so minutes of fame??? [ Reporter ] sure!!! anything!! [:: Kriminal drags the man to his feet and grabs his by the face, Kriminal is now grinning and slaps him playfully in the face. ::] [ Kriminal ] I'm only playing with you man. [:: Kriminal holds the gun up ::] [ Kriminal ] This, This is just a piece of shit man [:: Kriminal drops the gun to the floor ::] [ Kriminal ] Sarah, lets roll. [:: Kriminal grabs Sarah by the hand and starts to walk away with a grin on his face, as back where the reporters are a women runs from the back to pick up the gun. She point it to the sky and pulls the trigger, the reaction is a huge bang and smoke coming from the barrel ::] [ Reporter ] Holy Shit!!! [:: Kriminal quickly looks round the grabs Sarah's hand tightly and start to run his fastest, The scene cuts to inside the home, where Kriminal is sitting in his bedroom, leaning on a desk writing a letter, His voice his hear reciting the letter. ::] [ Kriminal's Voice ] My
letter to the press, I know we had an incident today which could quite possibly
get me into quite a bit of trouble with the known authority's. So this
leaves me only to say one thing, it is a proposition that I advise you to
give some serious thought, it goes like this, If you choose to tell the po-lice.....
then I'll fuckin' kill you, I will kill you and your family and I will
piss on your graves, I'll piss on your whole family's graves, am going to
get your own family dog to piss on your tombstone, then am gonna kill your
dog, I will make you wish the whole thing never ever happened. Try to
respond to this, and I will fill you full of led. |
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Diary Of A Madman |
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[ Kriminal's Voice ] Today I feel what a major tough point of wrestling, It's not getting in the ring and tearing it up with three hundred plus pound man that are willing to kill you for another number onto their record, That's the best part of it, the thing am talking about is them cenacle pieces on donkey shit that call themselves journalists. Those punks are all up in my business like they could do what I do in the ring and then some, Fuck em! The thing I want to know is when am I gonna get another match, and who's it going to be against, I don't care, because it's desruction, and nobody's going to stop me because I am the one who is going through GFWA like a hot stanly knife through a considerably warm piece of shit. One by one the Kriminal offence is going to drop em like there no big thing, Now fuck this shit my womens waiting! |
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( This roleplay is strictly property of Tha Krim Reaper) |
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