Post by John Stone on Dec 23, 2005 15:39:04 GMT -5
<<The camera opens up with a shot of foot steps in the snow. Large foot steps, almost looking like a set of tracks. Cracking of ice is heard and the camera zooms in on a set of black military issued boots. The camera moves up the camaflouage leg and then to a Hines Ward #86 Pittsburgh Steelers jersey. An angry look comes over his face.>>
{John Stone} Christmas eve, EVE! The happy holidays are upon us. BAH HUM BUG!! Does this look like the face of a guy who is happy to see the holidays?!
<<Stone points to his grimacing face.>>
{John Stone} Jolly old St. Nick never did a damn thing for me. When I was just a little bastard, around 8yrs. old, I wanted the Star Wars Millenium Falcon. You know....the one Han Solo and Chewbacca used in the only REAL Star Wars flicks! Did I get it? HELL NO!!! That fat piece of crap was too busy cleaning up reindeer poop to grant the wish of a little boy. When I was 15, I wanted a lifetime subscription to Eager Beaver magazine. Did I get it?! HELL NO!!! That red headed bastard probably kept it for himself. Thats just sick! You should never shop lift another man's porn. And then there was just last year. I wanted the Pittsburgh Steelers cheerleaders BUCK NEKKID in my bed on Christmas morning. Did I get them?! OH HELL NO!!! My point is this.....I hate the damn holidays. But for 4 other Valor superstars....you'll hate them even more.
<<Stone scratches his head in deep thought.>>
{John Stone} Lets start with Pryme. Everyone remembers Pryme. Hes the dude that wears that red cape and thrawts evil doers. He can leap buildings in a single bound. Hes more powerful than a locomotive. Hes the dumbest piece of crap I have ever laid my eyes on!!! Pryme, at Holiday Havoc, I'll have a big piece of kryptonite that I plan on shoving up your ass! Speaking of asses, there is the million dollar ass of Will Dinero. Not all the money in the world is gonna be able to stop me from running through this gauntlet and getting myself that north american title shot. They say money talks and bull shit walks. You best get to steppn son! Then theres Pohatu. Pohatu is ancient Cherokee for teeny tiny scrotum! English translation....you aint got no balls! I've seen you run your mouth on television. Sittn there talking about how damn good you are. But the fact of the matter is all that jumping around you do. All that flying through the air. And all that hold for hold countering, aint gonna do you a bit of good when I punch you right in your head. I aint out there to entertain. I aint out there to put on some show. I go out there to whoop someone's ass. And come Holiday Havoc, you're ass is gonna get whopped, courtesy of this USMC!
<<Stone pulls his jersey a bit forward and stares into the camera.>>
{John Stone} And then there was one. The dumbest pile of cow dung walking this planet. Ron Tibbs, you aint nothing. Your nothing minus nothing. I dont like you. I aint ever gonna like you. In fact, I hate your stinkn guts! You're a traitor to your own country. Dont even try to deny it. Holiday Havoc is gonna be the first Christmas that I get exactly what I wanted. And no fat pile of crap is gonna shimmey down my chimmney to bring to me. I'm gonna go out and get it myself. I'm gonna win this gauntlet and get myself a title match. And along the way I am gonna serve each and every one of those sumbitches.....Pryme, Dinero, Pohatu and Tibbs......double decker knuckle sandwiches! And thats the bottom line....cuz it can be no other way! HOO-RAH!
<<Stone kicks some snow up into the air, blinding the camera man. He kicks the camera man over and then walks over his fallen body. Stone marches off through the snow.>>
{John Stone} Christmas eve, EVE! The happy holidays are upon us. BAH HUM BUG!! Does this look like the face of a guy who is happy to see the holidays?!
<<Stone points to his grimacing face.>>
{John Stone} Jolly old St. Nick never did a damn thing for me. When I was just a little bastard, around 8yrs. old, I wanted the Star Wars Millenium Falcon. You know....the one Han Solo and Chewbacca used in the only REAL Star Wars flicks! Did I get it? HELL NO!!! That fat piece of crap was too busy cleaning up reindeer poop to grant the wish of a little boy. When I was 15, I wanted a lifetime subscription to Eager Beaver magazine. Did I get it?! HELL NO!!! That red headed bastard probably kept it for himself. Thats just sick! You should never shop lift another man's porn. And then there was just last year. I wanted the Pittsburgh Steelers cheerleaders BUCK NEKKID in my bed on Christmas morning. Did I get them?! OH HELL NO!!! My point is this.....I hate the damn holidays. But for 4 other Valor superstars....you'll hate them even more.
<<Stone scratches his head in deep thought.>>
{John Stone} Lets start with Pryme. Everyone remembers Pryme. Hes the dude that wears that red cape and thrawts evil doers. He can leap buildings in a single bound. Hes more powerful than a locomotive. Hes the dumbest piece of crap I have ever laid my eyes on!!! Pryme, at Holiday Havoc, I'll have a big piece of kryptonite that I plan on shoving up your ass! Speaking of asses, there is the million dollar ass of Will Dinero. Not all the money in the world is gonna be able to stop me from running through this gauntlet and getting myself that north american title shot. They say money talks and bull shit walks. You best get to steppn son! Then theres Pohatu. Pohatu is ancient Cherokee for teeny tiny scrotum! English translation....you aint got no balls! I've seen you run your mouth on television. Sittn there talking about how damn good you are. But the fact of the matter is all that jumping around you do. All that flying through the air. And all that hold for hold countering, aint gonna do you a bit of good when I punch you right in your head. I aint out there to entertain. I aint out there to put on some show. I go out there to whoop someone's ass. And come Holiday Havoc, you're ass is gonna get whopped, courtesy of this USMC!
<<Stone pulls his jersey a bit forward and stares into the camera.>>
{John Stone} And then there was one. The dumbest pile of cow dung walking this planet. Ron Tibbs, you aint nothing. Your nothing minus nothing. I dont like you. I aint ever gonna like you. In fact, I hate your stinkn guts! You're a traitor to your own country. Dont even try to deny it. Holiday Havoc is gonna be the first Christmas that I get exactly what I wanted. And no fat pile of crap is gonna shimmey down my chimmney to bring to me. I'm gonna go out and get it myself. I'm gonna win this gauntlet and get myself a title match. And along the way I am gonna serve each and every one of those sumbitches.....Pryme, Dinero, Pohatu and Tibbs......double decker knuckle sandwiches! And thats the bottom line....cuz it can be no other way! HOO-RAH!
<<Stone kicks some snow up into the air, blinding the camera man. He kicks the camera man over and then walks over his fallen body. Stone marches off through the snow.>>
