Post by genesis on Nov 18, 2010 17:59:51 GMT -6
Having a little fun. Genesis goes to visit the trainer after this "brutal attack"
Clicky Clicky
Gen. sits up on the examination table after the 'doc' got through examining him.
Doctor, I just gotta know one thing. Will I live? Tell it like it is, doc. I gotta know... am I gonna make it??
Gen. says "sincerely", but obviously in a playful manner as he grabs the doc/trainer by the shit collar.
Doc/Trainer: Your going to be fine, Genesis. Just lay off the caffeine and take a few days off. After that, I'm sure you'll be alright.
Can I make a suggestion to you, Doc?
Doc/Trainer: Sure, what is it?
That Osiris fella. I'm concerned about him.
Doc/Trainer: Oh?
Yeah... you see. He & I. Well... we're obviously not on the same page. Not sure why he hates me so. But I get this feeling. Just... this sinking, gut-wrenching, feeling in the pit of my stomach. That Osiris...
(insert Dramatic Pause)
...Has some serious... dead serious, Heart Attack kinda serious... Anger Issues!
Doc/Trainer: Well... *clears throat* with all due respect. It was just a few blows to the face. Just enough to leave a few scratches & bruises. But nothing I'd say that would be 'life threatening', Genesis.
Sure... to you. But ya know what that does to a guy like me? I mean, its not just MY well being that I'm concerned for. Its Osiris'. He's got all that pent up rage, anger, frustrations. I can barely begin to comprehend what exactly goes on in that little pea-brained, little microscopic mind of his. I mean, if he could do that to me. Imagine what he could do to somebody else.
I think... and this sir is just one's man opinion, mind you. That we should put a restraining order out against Osiris. Then seek out professional help for the big red retard... errrrr, oops. I meant 'guy'.
I mean, if he could do that to me. Imagine what he could to everyone else within' Cyber Wrestling Entertainment. And to think. This man... this very same bitter & angry man... is getting a World Title Shot?
Normally... I'd say shenanigans. But this time? No way. I think its a big mistake for this guy to get a title shot with his mental health at risk. Imagine what a World Title victory could do to him. For all we know. He could attack all the precious fans out there who come out & support us week in week out. All....
Gen. starts counting on his fingers.
All ten of them. I mean, can you imagine what would do to the population of this company. My god! If he were to go after the fans. He could put this place out of business again. Then where would he work at?
Atlanta? New York? Toronto? Doubt it. The big guy just can't cut the mustard in those places. He'd be better off working at a McDonald's or a gas station making minimum wage. And honestly? As much as I care about Osiris as a friend. I can't see him travel down that path. No sir, I won't let that happen.
So with that said.
Gen. gets up from the table, and pulls a sheet of paper out of his back pocket. Which looks like a petition of some sort.
I need you to sign this!
Doc/Trainer: Are you serious??
Of course! As you can plainly see. The petition says... and I quote!
"By signing this petition. You are hereby showing your support, and appreciation for the greater good. Just say no to Osiris, and say yes to success! Help Genesis rid the community of stupid, useless, brainless, dick-less, hopeless retards in red suited armor & stick figured physiques. With your signature. We are one step closer to ridding the world of Osiris. Yet one giant leap for getting Genesis into the #1 Contenders spot he deserves!"
After reading this over carefully. The trainer replied, scratching his head:
Doc/Trainer: Wait a second... I thought we were helping Osiris' anger issues. Not get you in a #1 Cont...
Gen. cuts him off.
Oh that? Nah, no way! That's just the small, little, itty-bitty fine print at the bottom of the page. Ya know, the kind you see at the end of product advertising commercials.
Here's what you really need to read:
"Sign here to help Genesis make the world a better, safer place to live. Lets get Osiris the help he needs. Out with rage. Get him in the cage. Rabbet animals need to be locked up. Therefore, tell Osiris to shut the fuck up, and go back to the Asylum. With your signature. We are one step closer to ridding the world of Satan. By taking one giant leap for the sake of all mankind!"
Trainer: Uh huh... yeah, right...
The trainer hands the document back over to Genesis as he walks out of the room. Not amused, nor even thinking about signing the paper. Gen. sat there feeling confused, and helpless. Pondering over what could have caused him to go against his cause.
Oh come on! Reconsider dammit! Fight the good fight! Rid the world of stupid, and get rid of Osiris.
Gen. throws the document down on the floor... and thinks.
Well, if words aren't going to get the job done. If no one is willing to help. Perhaps, the best way to solve the problem is by disposing of the issue yourself.
Gen. says, with a wicked, sinister grimace across his face as the scene ended.
Clicky Clicky
Gen. sits up on the examination table after the 'doc' got through examining him.
Doctor, I just gotta know one thing. Will I live? Tell it like it is, doc. I gotta know... am I gonna make it??
Gen. says "sincerely", but obviously in a playful manner as he grabs the doc/trainer by the shit collar.
Doc/Trainer: Your going to be fine, Genesis. Just lay off the caffeine and take a few days off. After that, I'm sure you'll be alright.
Can I make a suggestion to you, Doc?
Doc/Trainer: Sure, what is it?
That Osiris fella. I'm concerned about him.
Doc/Trainer: Oh?
Yeah... you see. He & I. Well... we're obviously not on the same page. Not sure why he hates me so. But I get this feeling. Just... this sinking, gut-wrenching, feeling in the pit of my stomach. That Osiris...
(insert Dramatic Pause)
...Has some serious... dead serious, Heart Attack kinda serious... Anger Issues!
Doc/Trainer: Well... *clears throat* with all due respect. It was just a few blows to the face. Just enough to leave a few scratches & bruises. But nothing I'd say that would be 'life threatening', Genesis.
Sure... to you. But ya know what that does to a guy like me? I mean, its not just MY well being that I'm concerned for. Its Osiris'. He's got all that pent up rage, anger, frustrations. I can barely begin to comprehend what exactly goes on in that little pea-brained, little microscopic mind of his. I mean, if he could do that to me. Imagine what he could do to somebody else.
I think... and this sir is just one's man opinion, mind you. That we should put a restraining order out against Osiris. Then seek out professional help for the big red retard... errrrr, oops. I meant 'guy'.
I mean, if he could do that to me. Imagine what he could to everyone else within' Cyber Wrestling Entertainment. And to think. This man... this very same bitter & angry man... is getting a World Title Shot?
Normally... I'd say shenanigans. But this time? No way. I think its a big mistake for this guy to get a title shot with his mental health at risk. Imagine what a World Title victory could do to him. For all we know. He could attack all the precious fans out there who come out & support us week in week out. All....
Gen. starts counting on his fingers.
All ten of them. I mean, can you imagine what would do to the population of this company. My god! If he were to go after the fans. He could put this place out of business again. Then where would he work at?
Atlanta? New York? Toronto? Doubt it. The big guy just can't cut the mustard in those places. He'd be better off working at a McDonald's or a gas station making minimum wage. And honestly? As much as I care about Osiris as a friend. I can't see him travel down that path. No sir, I won't let that happen.
So with that said.
Gen. gets up from the table, and pulls a sheet of paper out of his back pocket. Which looks like a petition of some sort.
I need you to sign this!
Doc/Trainer: Are you serious??
Of course! As you can plainly see. The petition says... and I quote!
"By signing this petition. You are hereby showing your support, and appreciation for the greater good. Just say no to Osiris, and say yes to success! Help Genesis rid the community of stupid, useless, brainless, dick-less, hopeless retards in red suited armor & stick figured physiques. With your signature. We are one step closer to ridding the world of Osiris. Yet one giant leap for getting Genesis into the #1 Contenders spot he deserves!"
After reading this over carefully. The trainer replied, scratching his head:
Doc/Trainer: Wait a second... I thought we were helping Osiris' anger issues. Not get you in a #1 Cont...
Gen. cuts him off.
Oh that? Nah, no way! That's just the small, little, itty-bitty fine print at the bottom of the page. Ya know, the kind you see at the end of product advertising commercials.
Here's what you really need to read:
"Sign here to help Genesis make the world a better, safer place to live. Lets get Osiris the help he needs. Out with rage. Get him in the cage. Rabbet animals need to be locked up. Therefore, tell Osiris to shut the fuck up, and go back to the Asylum. With your signature. We are one step closer to ridding the world of Satan. By taking one giant leap for the sake of all mankind!"
Trainer: Uh huh... yeah, right...
The trainer hands the document back over to Genesis as he walks out of the room. Not amused, nor even thinking about signing the paper. Gen. sat there feeling confused, and helpless. Pondering over what could have caused him to go against his cause.
Oh come on! Reconsider dammit! Fight the good fight! Rid the world of stupid, and get rid of Osiris.
Gen. throws the document down on the floor... and thinks.
Well, if words aren't going to get the job done. If no one is willing to help. Perhaps, the best way to solve the problem is by disposing of the issue yourself.
Gen. says, with a wicked, sinister grimace across his face as the scene ended.