Post by jasonresurrection on Jul 23, 2007 17:41:09 GMT -6
As we fade in on what can only be described as a very odd scene, our eardrums is assaulted by The Misfits' "Last Caress" blaring. As we focus in, we can see that the sound is coming from a giant skull protruding from the wall, with giant speakers poking out of the eye sockets. Near the speakers, Jason Resurrection is dancing along with his loyal zombie horde. Well, they're not really dancing. They're just kinda sitting there, wishing they had some brains to eat. As the song ends, and another lovely Misfits ballad kicks in, Jason stops dancing, and walks over to the Bone-Throne. he sits down, crosses one leg ontop of the other, and presses a button on the Computer O'doom. It boots up, and he starts to read something on the screen. He smiles at the camera as he reads.
Jason: "GREETINGS, BOILS AND GHOULS! Tonight, we have another lovely episode of The Zombie's Crypt. And tonight, we have a very special guest star! His name is George! Come on, everybody! Welcome George up here!"
A zombie we can recognize as George from the last promo Jason did walks up to the throne, and stares at Jason. The other zombies look on, and a couple even clap. But mostly, they just seem to want some brains. Oddly enough, they seem to have gotten themselves some folding chairs, and have made some kind of halfassed audience. A slightly smarter zombie starts passing out brains to the other zombies, who watch the show whilst munching on their feast.
Jason: "So, George, tell me...who do you expect to win this Sunday, at Ocean City Slam?"
George: "Braaaains..
Jason: "Well, of course Zevon is going to win. I meant in my match, the seven man battle royale!"
George: "Braaains?"
Jason: "Who's in it? What do you mean who's in it? It's myself, President Pliskin, the Ultraviolent Graves, "Generic" Chris Knight, Captain Ragnorack, Nightkiller, King Cobra, and the only host with the most, your favorite zombie, Jason Resurrection."
George: "Braaains...Brains brains brains. Brainbrains."
Jason: "Well, you do have a point there. Pliskin is the big man of this contest, but how big will he be if the other six of us all charge him at once? Nightkiller isn't exactly tiny, either, so maybe if he and Pliskin took eachother out, the other five of us would have a much better chance. But it's like this, the only people I'm worried about are Graves and King Cobra. Now Cobra, you were my tag partner two weeks ago, and even though you cost us to lose, I have no problem with you whatsoever. But Graves...You steep so low as to say I'm not with your time and attention? That I cannot step up to your level? Let's just see what happens when you're hit with The Walking Dead, you arrogant ass. I could care less than for your silly, pompous ways. You try to act as hard and as hardcore as you wanna be, but can you really think you can beat a Zombie? You like to tell people you're going to bury them, Graves...but you know what? On Sunday, you, Chris Knight. Ragnorack. Nightkiller. Pliskin. Even Cobra...
Jason grabs ahold of an unnamed red meat, dripping with blood. He takes a huge bite out of it, and swallows it without barely even chewing. A giant mess of blood drips down his lips and down his chin.
Jason: "You're all going to get eaten alive."
Jason loses control of himself, and begins to just chomp on the still unnamed meat. Soon he's covered in blood and gore, just like the rest of his horde. As we're about to fade away, George begins to moan...
George: "Jason...eat...Grrrraaaaves..."
Fade out.
Jason: "GREETINGS, BOILS AND GHOULS! Tonight, we have another lovely episode of The Zombie's Crypt. And tonight, we have a very special guest star! His name is George! Come on, everybody! Welcome George up here!"
A zombie we can recognize as George from the last promo Jason did walks up to the throne, and stares at Jason. The other zombies look on, and a couple even clap. But mostly, they just seem to want some brains. Oddly enough, they seem to have gotten themselves some folding chairs, and have made some kind of halfassed audience. A slightly smarter zombie starts passing out brains to the other zombies, who watch the show whilst munching on their feast.
Jason: "So, George, tell me...who do you expect to win this Sunday, at Ocean City Slam?"
George: "Braaaains..
Jason: "Well, of course Zevon is going to win. I meant in my match, the seven man battle royale!"
George: "Braaains?"
Jason: "Who's in it? What do you mean who's in it? It's myself, President Pliskin, the Ultraviolent Graves, "Generic" Chris Knight, Captain Ragnorack, Nightkiller, King Cobra, and the only host with the most, your favorite zombie, Jason Resurrection."
George: "Braaains...Brains brains brains. Brainbrains."
Jason: "Well, you do have a point there. Pliskin is the big man of this contest, but how big will he be if the other six of us all charge him at once? Nightkiller isn't exactly tiny, either, so maybe if he and Pliskin took eachother out, the other five of us would have a much better chance. But it's like this, the only people I'm worried about are Graves and King Cobra. Now Cobra, you were my tag partner two weeks ago, and even though you cost us to lose, I have no problem with you whatsoever. But Graves...You steep so low as to say I'm not with your time and attention? That I cannot step up to your level? Let's just see what happens when you're hit with The Walking Dead, you arrogant ass. I could care less than for your silly, pompous ways. You try to act as hard and as hardcore as you wanna be, but can you really think you can beat a Zombie? You like to tell people you're going to bury them, Graves...but you know what? On Sunday, you, Chris Knight. Ragnorack. Nightkiller. Pliskin. Even Cobra...
Jason grabs ahold of an unnamed red meat, dripping with blood. He takes a huge bite out of it, and swallows it without barely even chewing. A giant mess of blood drips down his lips and down his chin.
Jason: "You're all going to get eaten alive."
Jason loses control of himself, and begins to just chomp on the still unnamed meat. Soon he's covered in blood and gore, just like the rest of his horde. As we're about to fade away, George begins to moan...
George: "Jason...eat...Grrrraaaaves..."
Fade out.