Post by poisonpit on May 30, 2007 13:17:21 GMT -6
Road to Over in Dover
5-27-07
A double clothesline and Mick Cormac is over the top rope, perfect chance to capitalize here.
Toro runs for the ropes and drops down into a baseball slide,
but Mick has gotten out of the way.
Toro slides to his feet on the ground, he realizes that he is entering the brawler's territory now.
That's his last thought before...
POW!
Toro Verde is falling.
The floor of the arena is made of loosely fitting segments of foam rubber and dirt,
and Toro is rapidly falling through.
The crowd screams HOME RUN! as dirt encloses Toro's mask.
All but his hands are buried, he is trying to claw himself free, but all around him is darkness
and this Godamn ringing in his ears.
CRASH!
His head is thrown forward w/ great momentum as the car suddenly lurches forward.
The seatbelt holds, wraps his body like the hands of his mother.
All is noise and breaking glass showers him.
His mother, who had been riding in the passenger seat, she is no longer there.
Enrique Alvarez is strapped down to a gurney as busy hands work elsewhere.
A deep gash along the right side of his jaw flows freely, showering his face in blood,
blinding him.
In the middle of all of the pain he shouts one word.
LUCILLE!
But no sound can repair,
the city filled w/ sirens,
all these lives are somewhat offbeat.
The gurney wheels are a-rollin.
Enrique Alvarez looks up to see The Good Doctor in his ceremonial finest
dragging the stretcher while he dances to the beat of his own psychopathic drums
down a shadowed corridor, somehow familiar.
Funeral marchers in single-file:
left STOMP
right STOMP
left STOMP
right.
The stretcher stops before an open grave
decorated w/ flowers and mourners and the marching band too.
Arising from the deep hole
The Good Doctor Vertigo
bathed in colored lights
standing atop a dark casket.
"Come one, come all to the greatest show on Earth!
Accelerated, wild, animated,
clap hands to a solitary mirth!
Now, ladies and gentlemen:
our star attraction!"
The spotlights converge on the bleeding Enrique Alvarez still strapped firmly to the stretcher.
The smile slides from the Good Doctor's face.
"No no, this simply won't do!
Don't you know we have a dress code?!"
The funeral marchers surround the body
and push the stretcher into the open casket.
Inside are the skeletons of Enrique's ma and pa.
Hands reach into the casket and begin tearing away at the man.
The Doctor Himself grabs at the gash on Enrique's jaw,
puting his fingers underneath the skin and pulling.
The skin stretches and begins to peel away
revealing a bright shiny luchelibre mask underneath.
The Doctor grins
before slamming the casket lid shut.
BANG!
Toro Verde awakens in a jolt.
He is in the POW trainer's office
atop a stretcher.
He looks to those around him:
the trainer startled that he has come to,
Buddy Love w/ a look of vauge worry,
and Doctor Vertigo who is grinning from ear to ear.
5-27-07
A double clothesline and Mick Cormac is over the top rope, perfect chance to capitalize here.
Toro runs for the ropes and drops down into a baseball slide,
but Mick has gotten out of the way.
Toro slides to his feet on the ground, he realizes that he is entering the brawler's territory now.
That's his last thought before...
POW!
Toro Verde is falling.
The floor of the arena is made of loosely fitting segments of foam rubber and dirt,
and Toro is rapidly falling through.
The crowd screams HOME RUN! as dirt encloses Toro's mask.
All but his hands are buried, he is trying to claw himself free, but all around him is darkness
and this Godamn ringing in his ears.
CRASH!
His head is thrown forward w/ great momentum as the car suddenly lurches forward.
The seatbelt holds, wraps his body like the hands of his mother.
All is noise and breaking glass showers him.
His mother, who had been riding in the passenger seat, she is no longer there.
Enrique Alvarez is strapped down to a gurney as busy hands work elsewhere.
A deep gash along the right side of his jaw flows freely, showering his face in blood,
blinding him.
In the middle of all of the pain he shouts one word.
LUCILLE!
But no sound can repair,
the city filled w/ sirens,
all these lives are somewhat offbeat.
The gurney wheels are a-rollin.
Enrique Alvarez looks up to see The Good Doctor in his ceremonial finest
dragging the stretcher while he dances to the beat of his own psychopathic drums
down a shadowed corridor, somehow familiar.
Funeral marchers in single-file:
left STOMP
right STOMP
left STOMP
right.
The stretcher stops before an open grave
decorated w/ flowers and mourners and the marching band too.
Arising from the deep hole
The Good Doctor Vertigo
bathed in colored lights
standing atop a dark casket.
"Come one, come all to the greatest show on Earth!
Accelerated, wild, animated,
clap hands to a solitary mirth!
Now, ladies and gentlemen:
our star attraction!"
The spotlights converge on the bleeding Enrique Alvarez still strapped firmly to the stretcher.
The smile slides from the Good Doctor's face.
"No no, this simply won't do!
Don't you know we have a dress code?!"
The funeral marchers surround the body
and push the stretcher into the open casket.
Inside are the skeletons of Enrique's ma and pa.
Hands reach into the casket and begin tearing away at the man.
The Doctor Himself grabs at the gash on Enrique's jaw,
puting his fingers underneath the skin and pulling.
The skin stretches and begins to peel away
revealing a bright shiny luchelibre mask underneath.
The Doctor grins
before slamming the casket lid shut.
BANG!
Toro Verde awakens in a jolt.
He is in the POW trainer's office
atop a stretcher.
He looks to those around him:
the trainer startled that he has come to,
Buddy Love w/ a look of vauge worry,
and Doctor Vertigo who is grinning from ear to ear.