Post by Phenomenal AJ Riles on Oct 12, 2009 4:17:22 GMT -5
The camera fades in to show the face of Kim Bailleaux, whose eyes are gradually moving from left to right, then back. "Riley...what are you doing?" Kim asks. The camera zooms out a bit, to show Riley in his ring attire, complete with vest. On his head is an army helmet, and in each hand are what appear to be grenades. The helmet hangs rather low on his face, obscuring his eyes. Riley tilts his head a long way back, almost an awkward amount, as he looks up. Kim follows his gaze up to a shelf, where there sits several OCW action figures. At the front of the shelf sits two figures for each current member of the Creatures of the Night, one of their present allignment, and one of their prior. Why, is anyone's guess.
"Come to think of it, those grenades aren't still live, are they?" Kim asks. Riley turns toward the camera, the low-hanging helmet causing him to look far, FAR, more intense than usual (as if that were saying much). It becomes apparent he'd been ranting beforehand, as he continues prattling on, with everyone watching at home completely lost.
"THEN he used his fight money to buy two of every Creature of the Night! And then, he herded them onto a boat, and then he beat the crap out of every single one!" Riley growls, banging the grenades together in his hands.
"Riley, I think rather than declaring a one-man war on the cTn, AGAIN, you should focus with everyone else on, you know, NGPW?" Kim asks. Riley tilts his head back and looks toward the camera for a moment before continuing his almost certainly pain-killer-induced tirade.
"And THEN, he herded them onto a crap, and then he beat the boat out of every single one!"
"You...have officially lost it." Kim sighs, walking off screen, while Riley continues banging together the grenades in his hands. He continues smashing them together with building force.
And then, the sound of items sliding is heard.
Riley stands straight up before looking up to the shelf above him, just in time to witness the entire collection of merchandise come crashing down, burying him beneath the immense pile.
"Uh...Kim? Little help, please?"
And there, on top, rests an aged-looking action figure. Roughly two years old, judging by the packaging. The camera zooms in slightly to get a better look at the label on the front.
"Dragune".
"Come to think of it, those grenades aren't still live, are they?" Kim asks. Riley turns toward the camera, the low-hanging helmet causing him to look far, FAR, more intense than usual (as if that were saying much). It becomes apparent he'd been ranting beforehand, as he continues prattling on, with everyone watching at home completely lost.
"THEN he used his fight money to buy two of every Creature of the Night! And then, he herded them onto a boat, and then he beat the crap out of every single one!" Riley growls, banging the grenades together in his hands.
"Riley, I think rather than declaring a one-man war on the cTn, AGAIN, you should focus with everyone else on, you know, NGPW?" Kim asks. Riley tilts his head back and looks toward the camera for a moment before continuing his almost certainly pain-killer-induced tirade.
"And THEN, he herded them onto a crap, and then he beat the boat out of every single one!"
"You...have officially lost it." Kim sighs, walking off screen, while Riley continues banging together the grenades in his hands. He continues smashing them together with building force.
And then, the sound of items sliding is heard.
Riley stands straight up before looking up to the shelf above him, just in time to witness the entire collection of merchandise come crashing down, burying him beneath the immense pile.
"Uh...Kim? Little help, please?"
And there, on top, rests an aged-looking action figure. Roughly two years old, judging by the packaging. The camera zooms in slightly to get a better look at the label on the front.
"Dragune".
