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WFW Merrython: Pitt vs. Ron Artest
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DmntdDuergar
League Member
*A dark hill, the moon hidden by clouds, a low mist rolling across the desolate land. A single torch burns in the distance, and you see something moving towards the camera from the mists. A tall man with a lithe build steps into view.*
Pitt: “I’ll keep this simple. That torch signals the boundary of a village. Any creatures or heathens who pass that mark are free for anyone to do as they wish. For you, Mr. Artest, we’ll consider it your last ray of light before being engulfed in the darkness of your own self pity.”
*Pitt raises his forefinger and thumb, outlining the distant flame, and then presses them together moving his hand. The torch is now gone.*
Pitt: “Oh no. The light has been extinguished. Turn and run Mr. Artest. You know not what you’re dealing with. Should you step into ring with me, you will be devoured…..”
*Pitt walks off into the shadows disappearing from sight. You hear a woman scream, and the camera fades.*
Pitt: “I’ll keep this simple. That torch signals the boundary of a village. Any creatures or heathens who pass that mark are free for anyone to do as they wish. For you, Mr. Artest, we’ll consider it your last ray of light before being engulfed in the darkness of your own self pity.”
*Pitt raises his forefinger and thumb, outlining the distant flame, and then presses them together moving his hand. The torch is now gone.*
Pitt: “Oh no. The light has been extinguished. Turn and run Mr. Artest. You know not what you’re dealing with. Should you step into ring with me, you will be devoured…..”
*Pitt walks off into the shadows disappearing from sight. You hear a woman scream, and the camera fades.*
DmntdDuergar
League Member
*Thirteen steps on screen with a letter in hand and hands it over the back of a chair to the one seated within.*
Thirteen: “This just came for you. I didn’t think you were going to realign with old acquaintances.”
Pitt: “It smells familiar.”
Thirteen: “The writing looks familiar. Do you think she’s in trouble.”
Pitt: “If she is then this match will not be able to go on. I will have to go to her and help her.”
*Pitt opens the letter. He reads it, his face expressionless.*
Pitt: “Who is this ‘Silencer’?”
*Thirteen ponders for a moment.*
Thirteen: “Just a nobody from the streets is what I’m assuming. This is their first match. Why what’s up?”
Pitt: “You keep records of all promotions and things, don’t you?”
*Thirteen nods and walks off screen. A moment later he comes back in with a disk.*
Thirteen: “Here. This is everyone’s so far. If a feed comes through it’s automatically downloaded. This is everything so far.”
*Pitt peers at the disk.*
Pitt: “You’ve gone high tech.”[/size_
Thirteen: “No. I’ve gone smart.”
*Pitt places the disk in the drive and scans through them all, stopping and listening to Silencer intently.*
Pitt: “His mannerisms seem vaguely familiar. His speech patterns are different, but yet the voice is haunting. I’m going to have to keep an eye on him. He mentions me, and yet I know not of him.”
*Pitt scans some more and finds the second promotion. He watches it, his face still motionless. Pitt looks directly into the camera.*
Pitt: “Lets get one thing straight. You’re the Silencer. You muffle sound and bullets to graze through you while traveling out the shaft of a gun. I can do the same thing with a potato, which probably has more brains than you do, because at least potatoes don’t mess with my past. They leave it were it belongs. As for you claiming to be a vampire hunter, nobody has gotten close to me in many many years. Drop whatever crusade your on against me, and I will let you continue to survive in this federation without my interference. Should you continue, I will make sure it ends just like in the dark ages. Not only will you be humiliated, but your life will be forfeit. You have been warned.”
*Thirteen looks at Pitt.*
Thirteen: “Could it be….”
*Pitt shakes his head*
Pitt: “Last time he decided to step up to me I let him live. Barely……”
*Fades to black*
Thirteen: “This just came for you. I didn’t think you were going to realign with old acquaintances.”
Pitt: “It smells familiar.”
Thirteen: “The writing looks familiar. Do you think she’s in trouble.”
Pitt: “If she is then this match will not be able to go on. I will have to go to her and help her.”
*Pitt opens the letter. He reads it, his face expressionless.*
Pitt: “Who is this ‘Silencer’?”
*Thirteen ponders for a moment.*
Thirteen: “Just a nobody from the streets is what I’m assuming. This is their first match. Why what’s up?”
Pitt: “You keep records of all promotions and things, don’t you?”
*Thirteen nods and walks off screen. A moment later he comes back in with a disk.*
Thirteen: “Here. This is everyone’s so far. If a feed comes through it’s automatically downloaded. This is everything so far.”
*Pitt peers at the disk.*
Pitt: “You’ve gone high tech.”[/size_
Thirteen: “No. I’ve gone smart.”
*Pitt places the disk in the drive and scans through them all, stopping and listening to Silencer intently.*
Pitt: “His mannerisms seem vaguely familiar. His speech patterns are different, but yet the voice is haunting. I’m going to have to keep an eye on him. He mentions me, and yet I know not of him.”
*Pitt scans some more and finds the second promotion. He watches it, his face still motionless. Pitt looks directly into the camera.*
Pitt: “Lets get one thing straight. You’re the Silencer. You muffle sound and bullets to graze through you while traveling out the shaft of a gun. I can do the same thing with a potato, which probably has more brains than you do, because at least potatoes don’t mess with my past. They leave it were it belongs. As for you claiming to be a vampire hunter, nobody has gotten close to me in many many years. Drop whatever crusade your on against me, and I will let you continue to survive in this federation without my interference. Should you continue, I will make sure it ends just like in the dark ages. Not only will you be humiliated, but your life will be forfeit. You have been warned.”
*Thirteen looks at Pitt.*
Thirteen: “Could it be….”
*Pitt shakes his head*
Pitt: “Last time he decided to step up to me I let him live. Barely……”
*Fades to black*
DmntdDuergar
League Member
*You see Silencer step into his house, and from the side steps Pitt. Moving quietly he lays out what appears to be a piece of parchment against the door, effectively sticking it. Pitt steps away and disappears into the night, and the camera moves in to look at the parchment. It appears now to be a swatch of human flesh, with the words “So be it. Look how close I was. Imagine what I could have done to you.” Burned into it. Stapled at the bottom is a picture of Silencer over Natalia with the blade pressed to her face. The camera fades as you hear the doorbell ring….*
ShawnHartXXX
The Phenom
Master of the 90 Second Promo: Ron Artest
:::FADEIN-- Hollis, Queens. A playground court and pick-up games. Sitting alone on the sidelines is Ron Artest, contently watching the action on the court. As the camera cuts in, he looks away from the basketball and peers intensely into the camera.:::
ARTEST: Wack-ass mother f(FCC)cker!!!
:::He shakes his head in utter disgust.:::
ARTEST: I get kicked to the curb, without justice and without mercy, so I come here as a means to vent this pent-up bullsh(FCC)t and what does the WFW have for Ron Artest? Some crazy-ass Dracula and his freaky numerical friend. I came here for the fight, not for Vincent Price.
:::Artest gets up off his bench and stands imposingly before a wonderous sunset... or a building. One of those.:::
ARTEST: Well, since this is what I've got... and me bein' the clean cut college boy I am, rather than pitch a fit and lose my temper and break some monitors up and clothesline these jokers tryin' to play ball, let me kick you some poetry, Arm Pitt. A li'l nonviolent resistance to your wack ways, TRU Warier style.
:::A nearby pedestrian miraculously breaks out into human beat box style.:::
ARTEST:
Yous'a freaky-ass trick from out some hole,
I'll screen you out like a pick and roll.
Your Arm Pitt ways - can't touch my skills.
I pop your spine like Tylenol pills.
My name is Ron Artest - the wrestlin' Pacer.
Ol' Lady Pitt? You KNOW I taste her!
All night long, I work your chick,
Ya wanna pop Big Ron? You can suck my..
:::OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!:::
ARTEST: That's right! Ron artest and Steve Savoy all up in this piece like axle grease! We got this place locked down like Rikers! The Baller and the Mauler, son... TRU WARIER 4 LIFE! PZ!
:::FADE OUT:::
:::FADEIN-- Hollis, Queens. A playground court and pick-up games. Sitting alone on the sidelines is Ron Artest, contently watching the action on the court. As the camera cuts in, he looks away from the basketball and peers intensely into the camera.:::
ARTEST: Wack-ass mother f(FCC)cker!!!
:::He shakes his head in utter disgust.:::
ARTEST: I get kicked to the curb, without justice and without mercy, so I come here as a means to vent this pent-up bullsh(FCC)t and what does the WFW have for Ron Artest? Some crazy-ass Dracula and his freaky numerical friend. I came here for the fight, not for Vincent Price.
:::Artest gets up off his bench and stands imposingly before a wonderous sunset... or a building. One of those.:::
ARTEST: Well, since this is what I've got... and me bein' the clean cut college boy I am, rather than pitch a fit and lose my temper and break some monitors up and clothesline these jokers tryin' to play ball, let me kick you some poetry, Arm Pitt. A li'l nonviolent resistance to your wack ways, TRU Warier style.
:::A nearby pedestrian miraculously breaks out into human beat box style.:::
ARTEST:
Yous'a freaky-ass trick from out some hole,
I'll screen you out like a pick and roll.
Your Arm Pitt ways - can't touch my skills.
I pop your spine like Tylenol pills.
My name is Ron Artest - the wrestlin' Pacer.
Ol' Lady Pitt? You KNOW I taste her!
All night long, I work your chick,
Ya wanna pop Big Ron? You can suck my..
:::OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!:::
ARTEST: That's right! Ron artest and Steve Savoy all up in this piece like axle grease! We got this place locked down like Rikers! The Baller and the Mauler, son... TRU WARIER 4 LIFE! PZ!
:::FADE OUT:::
DmntdDuergar
League Member
*The screen goes black and all you hear is a voice.*
*softly* so it’s a poetry contest…
Voice: “In a time when the world began,
born right out of god’s left hand,
a horrid form born untrue,
now this creature doth hunt you,
I’ll give you time, take some faith,
for this form is not a wraith,
I’m as real as the rhymes you spill,
perhaps this rhyme is not quite ill,
I’m going to strangle you,
and I’ll slit your throat too,
I love to see your blood run,
that’s the thing that makes me c*me,
I’m going to kill you,
just because I want to,
Vampire of Dusseldorf,
and I will cut your life short.”
*the screen flashes and you see Pitt’s face for a moment, and then goes to static.*
*softly* so it’s a poetry contest…
Voice: “In a time when the world began,
born right out of god’s left hand,
a horrid form born untrue,
now this creature doth hunt you,
I’ll give you time, take some faith,
for this form is not a wraith,
I’m as real as the rhymes you spill,
perhaps this rhyme is not quite ill,
I’m going to strangle you,
and I’ll slit your throat too,
I love to see your blood run,
that’s the thing that makes me c*me,
I’m going to kill you,
just because I want to,
Vampire of Dusseldorf,
and I will cut your life short.”
*the screen flashes and you see Pitt’s face for a moment, and then goes to static.*