Post by ck on Jun 25, 2006 18:48:44 GMT -5
The room is dark and black and full of gloom. Somewhere in the distance is a dripping sound, like a drop of water falling, falling, falling until it strikes a pool of water and making a small ripple unseen for the blackness. And then out of the darkness a lone familiar voice calls out softly almost a whisper.
?: Tomorrow night will be a night you wont forget.
There is a quick flash of lightening in the background before a rumble of thunder. The flash reveals the speaker is non other then Joseph King, The Canadian Kid.
Joseph King: Tomorrow night Fortun and Marvin, I'm taking you both out of the picture. No longer will that vileness corrupt you. After Sunday I will see you free or I’ll see you dead.
There is a second crash of thunder all omnibus like and a second flash of light. Again the intense eyes of Joseph King are revealed, a look that spells doom for those that anger him, those that oppose him.
Joseph King: Marvin the Martian, I loved that show. But this Marvin is not the same. I will honor the memory of that great little green man by destroying this imposter. On Monday, there will be justice. On Monday there will be a wrath and that wrath is coming to consume you and there is nothing to stop it. Nothing.
The voice gets closer to the screen, the outline of King is more noticeable against the inky blackness. It’s still hard to make out his face but the raw emotion in his voice is evident to everyone who listens for it.
Joseph King: And Soldado, the man of fortune without an e. Your spelling mistakes only partially disguise your inedpt ability to win matches. And once the Maple Leaf Slam hits you, your name won't be just missing an 'E'. It'll be misses a W next to it...in the win column.
The young man pauses and lets his words sink in a little deeper. He moves a little closer now his eyes can be seen against the blackness. His face covered in his war paint, his hands clenched ready for action.
Joseph King: The great legacy of Hell's Army is about to begin. I would like a moment of silence for the memory of those great men and women who will fall at their feet.
King stops talking again and the screen is dark and black the only sound that annoying drip which suddenly stops when King reaches a hand out so that the water falls on his hand and not the puddle. All is silent all is dark and then after a long moment of nothing.
Joseph King: Ladies and Gentlemen, Canada has invaded America, and we have waged war. I am The Canadian Kid, Joseph King, and this is for your own damned good!
With these final words we fade to Black
?: Tomorrow night will be a night you wont forget.
There is a quick flash of lightening in the background before a rumble of thunder. The flash reveals the speaker is non other then Joseph King, The Canadian Kid.
Joseph King: Tomorrow night Fortun and Marvin, I'm taking you both out of the picture. No longer will that vileness corrupt you. After Sunday I will see you free or I’ll see you dead.
There is a second crash of thunder all omnibus like and a second flash of light. Again the intense eyes of Joseph King are revealed, a look that spells doom for those that anger him, those that oppose him.
Joseph King: Marvin the Martian, I loved that show. But this Marvin is not the same. I will honor the memory of that great little green man by destroying this imposter. On Monday, there will be justice. On Monday there will be a wrath and that wrath is coming to consume you and there is nothing to stop it. Nothing.
The voice gets closer to the screen, the outline of King is more noticeable against the inky blackness. It’s still hard to make out his face but the raw emotion in his voice is evident to everyone who listens for it.
Joseph King: And Soldado, the man of fortune without an e. Your spelling mistakes only partially disguise your inedpt ability to win matches. And once the Maple Leaf Slam hits you, your name won't be just missing an 'E'. It'll be misses a W next to it...in the win column.
The young man pauses and lets his words sink in a little deeper. He moves a little closer now his eyes can be seen against the blackness. His face covered in his war paint, his hands clenched ready for action.
Joseph King: The great legacy of Hell's Army is about to begin. I would like a moment of silence for the memory of those great men and women who will fall at their feet.
King stops talking again and the screen is dark and black the only sound that annoying drip which suddenly stops when King reaches a hand out so that the water falls on his hand and not the puddle. All is silent all is dark and then after a long moment of nothing.
Joseph King: Ladies and Gentlemen, Canada has invaded America, and we have waged war. I am The Canadian Kid, Joseph King, and this is for your own damned good!
With these final words we fade to Black