Post by Phenomenal AJ Riles on Dec 29, 2007 16:03:14 GMT -5
The camera faded in, into a room with several tables, a TV, a couch, several chairs, and some booths along the wall. Presumably, this was a lounge of some sort. Riley sat on the couch in front of the TV, energetically tapping buttons on the Xbox 360 controller in his hands. The sound of a frying pan meeting skull rang out from the TV, as Riley jumped to his feet, tilting the controller, as though it would aid him in his game. The same sound rang out several more times, followed by a few clicks of a camera.
"Damn it, no! Pick up the friggin' cash register, not the pie!" Riley screamed, as Kim entered the room and approached him, leaning on the back of the couch, as Riley slumped back down. "Goddamn zombies."
"Finally got a hold of Dead Rising, eh?" Kim asked.
"YES! And I keep dying!" Riley snorted, throwing the controller down into the couch.
"Just wait until you fight the clown." Kim muttered.
"What...?" Riley asked, a sound of confusion in his voice.
"Anyway, I got a notice from Tate's office that was left in the locker room, for you. Here." Kim stated, handing the notice to Riley, who opened it, and stared at the writing, squinting.
"What the hell does all this mean?" Riley demanded.
"Well, by the looks of it, you've made it into the United States Championship picture. You're in a number-one contender's match come Season's Beatings." Kim stated.
"Who am I facing?" Riley asked.
"Black Moon." Kim answered.
"Oh, god." Riley whimpered, his boice breaking. "I think I just pissed myself..."
"Go...change your pants, would you?" Kim suggested, as Riley silently nodded, stood, and walked out of the lounge, as Kim sat down on the couch and picked up the controller. After a few moments, the sound of frying pan meeting skull rang out once again, followed by the click of a camera.
"Damn it, no! Pick up the friggin' cash register, not the pie!" Riley screamed, as Kim entered the room and approached him, leaning on the back of the couch, as Riley slumped back down. "Goddamn zombies."
"Finally got a hold of Dead Rising, eh?" Kim asked.
"YES! And I keep dying!" Riley snorted, throwing the controller down into the couch.
"Just wait until you fight the clown." Kim muttered.
"What...?" Riley asked, a sound of confusion in his voice.
"Anyway, I got a notice from Tate's office that was left in the locker room, for you. Here." Kim stated, handing the notice to Riley, who opened it, and stared at the writing, squinting.
"What the hell does all this mean?" Riley demanded.
"Well, by the looks of it, you've made it into the United States Championship picture. You're in a number-one contender's match come Season's Beatings." Kim stated.
"Who am I facing?" Riley asked.
"Black Moon." Kim answered.
"Oh, god." Riley whimpered, his boice breaking. "I think I just pissed myself..."
"Go...change your pants, would you?" Kim suggested, as Riley silently nodded, stood, and walked out of the lounge, as Kim sat down on the couch and picked up the controller. After a few moments, the sound of frying pan meeting skull rang out once again, followed by the click of a camera.
