[[[ The camera pans over to a large filled dumpster with a brick apartment complex next to it. The camera pans up the fire escape. on the second floor, Dumpster Mask is standing on the deck, then leaps over the steel rail into the heap of garbage in the large bin. A short moan and rustling of trash, then the masked man of garbage, Dumpster Mask, pulls himself up over the lip of the dumpster, looking up at the drop, then into the camera ]]]
Now this, is preparation for a hardcore battle royal. Putting my body through this unpredictable pain will make those blows from my opponents tomorrow night feel like a mosquito bite, and then, I will squash them, just like a mosquito. Those other clowns think they can just sit around and sign autographs and drink beer and watch TV all day and be prepared for this grueling task the have ahead of them. You think that the belt will just be handed to you and will you overcome all of your opposing forces with little or no effort. A lot of these goofy wrestlers just look past everyone, such as myself and the other fine gladiators in this ten minute trip to hell. There are a few good contenders for the title, but I feel I will earn it into my possession. I have been training my body to take mass amounts of pain for the last 6 hours, and it seems to be helping. {{A hobo walk past slamming a coffee pot over Dumpster Mask's head, he is dazed for a moment then collects himself, then continues with his statement}} YEAH! Now, as I was saying, there are two, maybe three guys in this battle royal that pose a serious threat that I need to be concerned about. But They don't even bother me as mush as they should. I am taking this very seriously, which may seem a bit ridiculous for grown man with a bag over his head, but I want that hardcore title to be mine, but after I get it there is nowhere to go but down, so when I do finally get ahold of it, I will try to be a worthy champion and defend it all my pride and effort. There would be a few in this federation that don't deserve a shot, one being 2000 A.D. that big whining baby who just wants attention and some people to think he is a nice boy. but he's just some sucker with many psychological problems, and I suggest he seeks professional help for them before they get any worse. Now, there is one foe of mine who I have more than enough respect for. And that man is Noodles. He is a very creative wrester and one hell of a fighter. I am sure he will be quite the challenge tomorrow. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get back to my training.
[[[ as soon as he finishes his last words, the same hobo runs with a trash can lid in hand, and plasters Dumpster Mask across the head, knocking him down for a moment, then he gets up and out of the large trash bin as the scene fades to black ]]]
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