What's the Plural for Judas?
Jun 24, 2015 9:28:02 GMT -6
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Post by Sir Chris Cairns on Jun 24, 2015 9:28:02 GMT -6
Necron: So what are we going to DO about this situation?!
Necron bangs his rotting fist down on the oak table of Buckingham Palace's war room, his index finger falling off upon impact. Nonplussed, the rotting corpse simply picks his digit up and pops it back onto the bloody stub at the end of his knuckle. A crowded meeting of Creation Wrestling II misfits sit around the large table, many wearily hunched over as this meeting approaches its third hour, all with ponderous conflict etched across their faces. They sense that the times are indeed a-changin'.
Necron: Look, we've all come this far together, as a team... as a band of brothers and sisters; we can't let that go to waste now! We are Creation Wrestling II and we... we...
Necron sighs.
Necron: It's time for change.
Necron glances around, examining the faces of his tired colleagues. No one speaks.
Necron: C'mon, guys, you know what we need to do! The old man's turned weak... pathetic...
Nationwide stubs out his cigarette and speaks out. The Creation Wrestling II roster all turn their attentions towards the respected veteran.
Nationwide: Look, Harvester, I've stuck with Cairns for nearly 25 years, ever since he first founded Creation Wrestling II and gave me my start as a professional wrestler! Cairns turned me into a star... Nationwide! I was selling out arenas... Nationwide! I was a household name... Nationwide! I'm not gonna turn my back on the man who paid my mortgage... via Nationwide!
Nationwide angrily sparks up another cigarette. His colleagues murmur responses. Necron lets out a raspy laugh.
Necron: Come on, Nationwide, everybody knows that you were one of the greatest technical wrestlers of your day, yet Cairns turned you into a joke... he turned ALL of us into JOKES!
Wearing his frilly maid costume and with his stupid beard braided into pigtails which hang off his chin, Damien Shite-Knight speaks up next.
Shite-Knight: I agree, Necron! If it weren't for Cairns tricking me into signing a contract to be his personal maid, I was destined to become one of GZW2K1's greatest Globalstars! Heck, I could've been GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion by now!
Nobunaga speaks next.
Nobunaga: Nobunaga agree! I tired of 'respecting' Cairns just because he give Nobunaga job; Cairns nasty man!
Nationwide: It's called 'tough love', Nobunaga! Who helped you get your work permit issues straightened out when GZW2K1 fired you and the US was set to deport you, huh? CAIRNS did!
Nobunaga sheepishly bows her head. Necron simply shakes his.
Necron: Sure, Cairns helped us all; he took me in when GZW2K1 terminated my contract, but the old man has lost his way, Nationwide. Remember when Cairns would stop at nothing to get at his foes? What happened there? Cairns did whatever it would take to punish his enemies, whether they be Gideon Reece, Sir Justinian, Bartholomew, Mickey Tourette... Stephon Davis... Cairns showed no mercy! But that was then... and this is now... and Cairns is a shell of his former self. His time... is over.
His face drenched in sweat, the usually reserved Commissioner John Smith bangs two hands down on the table and leans forward, glaring at Necron.
Smith: Dammit, Harvester, I can't believe what I'm hearing! Cairns may constantly berate me, and he may not even remember my name despite the fact that I'm his long serving Commissioner, but Cairns saved me from suicide; he pays for my psychiatric treatment! Cairns took us in when no one else did and he gave us all purpose in our lives!
Necron: Indeed he did, Smith, and the purpose that Cairns gave us was to ensure the continued survival and evolution of this organisation!
Smith: Yes, 'this' organisation... HIS organisation! An organisation that Cairns CREATED!
Necron: An organisation that has OUTGROWN him!
Welshie Welsh is next to speak (in his stupid Welsh accent).
Welsh: Cairns pays my wages, but I've never liked the man! Remember when he thought that it would be funny to pretend that my newborn daughter had died? That's his idea of a prank! Or remember that time he left me to freeze in the Antarctic? Fuck him! Let's overthrow him!
Charlie Geogeoheogeogan nods his head in agreement.
Geoheogeoheogan: Oi oigroi! Coirns ois a loioiboiloitoi!
Cracker Jack speaks next.
Jack: Me and Cairns go way back, but fuck 'em; he has run Creation Wrestling into the dirt, so let's put him there, too!
Nationwide puts his head in his hands.
Nationwide: I can't believe what I'm hearing...
Shite-Knight: Believe it! Cairns is living on borrowed time and soon Damien Knight will rise again!
Necron: We'll rise together, Damien... all of us! In his most recent pathetic television appearance, Cairns told Weston Bentley that he was 'tired', so let's all help Cairns get some... rest.
Damien Shite-Knight raises his hand.
Shite-Knight: All in favour of the downfall of SIR Chris Cairns?! Come on, let's see a show of hands!
Necron the Grim Harvester raises his hand without hesitation, as do Cracker Jack, Charlie Geoheogeoheogan and Welshie Welsh. Nobunaga shows slight hesitation, but raises her hand, too. Suzie Blue. Billy the Brilliant. Queenie McQueer raises a limp wrist. Moody Bus Driver. Sargent Soldierdude. William Black's Son. William Black's Wife. The stragglers give into peer pressure and begrudgingly raise their hands: Cheery Bus Driver, Spike Summers, Santa Claus. Covered in sweat, John Smith raises a trembling hand. Nationwide bows his head... and raises his hand. It's unanimous.
Shite-Knight: Then it's settled: DEATH to Chris Cairns!!!
Necron the Grim Harvester nods his head slowly.
Necron: ...With Kowloon Park as his final resting place!
Fade to black.
Necron bangs his rotting fist down on the oak table of Buckingham Palace's war room, his index finger falling off upon impact. Nonplussed, the rotting corpse simply picks his digit up and pops it back onto the bloody stub at the end of his knuckle. A crowded meeting of Creation Wrestling II misfits sit around the large table, many wearily hunched over as this meeting approaches its third hour, all with ponderous conflict etched across their faces. They sense that the times are indeed a-changin'.
Necron: Look, we've all come this far together, as a team... as a band of brothers and sisters; we can't let that go to waste now! We are Creation Wrestling II and we... we...
Necron sighs.
Necron: It's time for change.
Necron glances around, examining the faces of his tired colleagues. No one speaks.
Necron: C'mon, guys, you know what we need to do! The old man's turned weak... pathetic...
Nationwide stubs out his cigarette and speaks out. The Creation Wrestling II roster all turn their attentions towards the respected veteran.
Nationwide: Look, Harvester, I've stuck with Cairns for nearly 25 years, ever since he first founded Creation Wrestling II and gave me my start as a professional wrestler! Cairns turned me into a star... Nationwide! I was selling out arenas... Nationwide! I was a household name... Nationwide! I'm not gonna turn my back on the man who paid my mortgage... via Nationwide!
Nationwide angrily sparks up another cigarette. His colleagues murmur responses. Necron lets out a raspy laugh.
Necron: Come on, Nationwide, everybody knows that you were one of the greatest technical wrestlers of your day, yet Cairns turned you into a joke... he turned ALL of us into JOKES!
Wearing his frilly maid costume and with his stupid beard braided into pigtails which hang off his chin, Damien Shite-Knight speaks up next.
Shite-Knight: I agree, Necron! If it weren't for Cairns tricking me into signing a contract to be his personal maid, I was destined to become one of GZW2K1's greatest Globalstars! Heck, I could've been GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion by now!
Nobunaga speaks next.
Nobunaga: Nobunaga agree! I tired of 'respecting' Cairns just because he give Nobunaga job; Cairns nasty man!
Nationwide: It's called 'tough love', Nobunaga! Who helped you get your work permit issues straightened out when GZW2K1 fired you and the US was set to deport you, huh? CAIRNS did!
Nobunaga sheepishly bows her head. Necron simply shakes his.
Necron: Sure, Cairns helped us all; he took me in when GZW2K1 terminated my contract, but the old man has lost his way, Nationwide. Remember when Cairns would stop at nothing to get at his foes? What happened there? Cairns did whatever it would take to punish his enemies, whether they be Gideon Reece, Sir Justinian, Bartholomew, Mickey Tourette... Stephon Davis... Cairns showed no mercy! But that was then... and this is now... and Cairns is a shell of his former self. His time... is over.
His face drenched in sweat, the usually reserved Commissioner John Smith bangs two hands down on the table and leans forward, glaring at Necron.
Smith: Dammit, Harvester, I can't believe what I'm hearing! Cairns may constantly berate me, and he may not even remember my name despite the fact that I'm his long serving Commissioner, but Cairns saved me from suicide; he pays for my psychiatric treatment! Cairns took us in when no one else did and he gave us all purpose in our lives!
Necron: Indeed he did, Smith, and the purpose that Cairns gave us was to ensure the continued survival and evolution of this organisation!
Smith: Yes, 'this' organisation... HIS organisation! An organisation that Cairns CREATED!
Necron: An organisation that has OUTGROWN him!
Welshie Welsh is next to speak (in his stupid Welsh accent).
Welsh: Cairns pays my wages, but I've never liked the man! Remember when he thought that it would be funny to pretend that my newborn daughter had died? That's his idea of a prank! Or remember that time he left me to freeze in the Antarctic? Fuck him! Let's overthrow him!
Charlie Geogeoheogeogan nods his head in agreement.
Geoheogeoheogan: Oi oigroi! Coirns ois a loioiboiloitoi!
Cracker Jack speaks next.
Jack: Me and Cairns go way back, but fuck 'em; he has run Creation Wrestling into the dirt, so let's put him there, too!
Nationwide puts his head in his hands.
Nationwide: I can't believe what I'm hearing...
Shite-Knight: Believe it! Cairns is living on borrowed time and soon Damien Knight will rise again!
Necron: We'll rise together, Damien... all of us! In his most recent pathetic television appearance, Cairns told Weston Bentley that he was 'tired', so let's all help Cairns get some... rest.
Damien Shite-Knight raises his hand.
Shite-Knight: All in favour of the downfall of SIR Chris Cairns?! Come on, let's see a show of hands!
Necron the Grim Harvester raises his hand without hesitation, as do Cracker Jack, Charlie Geoheogeoheogan and Welshie Welsh. Nobunaga shows slight hesitation, but raises her hand, too. Suzie Blue. Billy the Brilliant. Queenie McQueer raises a limp wrist. Moody Bus Driver. Sargent Soldierdude. William Black's Son. William Black's Wife. The stragglers give into peer pressure and begrudgingly raise their hands: Cheery Bus Driver, Spike Summers, Santa Claus. Covered in sweat, John Smith raises a trembling hand. Nationwide bows his head... and raises his hand. It's unanimous.
Shite-Knight: Then it's settled: DEATH to Chris Cairns!!!
Necron the Grim Harvester nods his head slowly.
Necron: ...With Kowloon Park as his final resting place!
Fade to black.
