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Date Posted: 17:35:46 11/24/02 Sun
Author: The Unknown
Subject: Who is The Unknown?

(Surprisingly, The Unknown’s car pulls up at club 112 in Atlanta, Georgia. He steps out his Mercedes Benz with an all black Fubu jumpsuit on accompanied by a pair of all black Nike Air Force Ones. The Funny thing about his whole attire is that he still has on a black mask. Out on the passenger’s side the cameraman steps out, dressed all the way down from head to toe in Gucci apparel. The Unknown presses a button on his key chain, instantly locking the door as well as arming the alarm system. He and the cameraman walk through the long line outside, and are allowed to pass right into the club free of charge. The inside of the club is filled with bright lights reflecting off the dance floor. Music booms from the DJ booth as the dance floor is crowded with plenty of people. The Unknown, followed by the cameraman, make their way to the bar and sit down. )

Cameraman: Man, you really got me dressed up. I never heard of Gucci?

Unknown: It’s an Atlanta thing.

Cameraman: cool, so you hang out at this place all the time?

Unknown: Yea, I come here every Sunday night. Those same “Christian” girls you see at early morning service be right up in this joint at night. Like they say, the freaks come out at night, and if you a player, this is the place to be.

Cameraman: I see, so this is your hangout spot?

Unknown: Yea, this is where I meet all the fine women that occupy my house(“Hey baby” a women says as she passes by Unknown).

Cameraman: I didn’t see any women when I went to your house for the interview.

Unknown: No one will ever know where I live. My true life is a complete secret. You never would have thought that I guy like me would go to a club?

Cameraman: True.

Unknown: There are a lot of things people don’t know about me.

Cameraman: Like what?

Unknown: you’ll find out after the Pay-Per-View. As of now, lets get a drink.

Bar tender: what you want?

Unknown: Give me a…

Bar tender: Hey ain’t you….(the bar tender stops in the middle of his sentence as the Unknown puts his finger over his mouth.

Unknown: yes, I am.

Bar tender: what’s up man? I haven’t seen you since….

Unknown: last Sunday. Since I got back in the fed, I haven’t had a chance to come here everyday like I usually did.

Bar tender: cool. Hey, you think you could get me in da Pay-Per-View fo free?

Unknown: Yea, just call me later on tonight.

Cameraman: You didn’t have a phone when I went to your house.

Unknown: Like I said before, you don’t know a lot about me.

Bar tender: Hey who is the lame?

Unknown: He’s my cameraman.

Bar tender: He dress pretty good fo someone that ain’t from around here . You must of hooked him up?

Unknown: Yea, I lent him the stuff I don’t where anymore.

Bar tender: You know what I would do for an outfit like that? You always wearin the hottest stuff man. You gotta hook me up wit some of that.

Unknown: Once I get that fat paycheck from winning on Thursday, I’ll see what I can do for you.

Bar tender: you da man.

(The Unknown slaps hands with the bar tender)

Bar tender: So what ya want?

Unknown: Get me a can of beer and some apple juice for my friend here(he says as he slaps the cameraman on the back while laughing).

( Laughing as well, the Bar tender slides a can of beer and a small glass of apple juice with a straw in it across the counter.)

Cameraman: You trying to be funny?

Unknown: Loosen up. That is the point of going to a club. So you can be loose and have fun. Speaking of fun, lets head out on the floor.
Cameraman: I can’t dance. I’m good at interviewing, not dancing.

Unknown: Just stay there then and film my killer moves I hit out there on the floor.

Cameraman: Tell me this, how is it going to look with a masked wrestler dancing in a club?

(ignoring what the cameraman said, The Unknown walks out onto the floor as the ladies go wild. The ladies jump on him, and the guys crowd around trying to grab a hold of their women. Not surprised, The Unknown stands in the middle of the floor and just listens to the gossip)

Girl #1: Welcome back good looking.

Girl#2: You gonna hook me up wit some free tickets. I just can’t wait to see you whip that lame’s…

Unknown: calm down girl. I got everything under control. He’ll be dealt with when the time comes. Right now it’s time to party.

Girl #3: How can you party when you got a match coming up?

Unknown: What is there to prepare for? I already have this match on lock. How hard could it be? Thurman’s just a little mid-carder. He even admitted himself. Though he was being sarcastic, he really knows it’s true. Why should I not go out to have fun over a lame like him.

Girl #2: What about C4? I still want them tickets to see you put a whipping on him.…..

Unknown: I’ll get the tickets. Plus I haven’t heard from C4 in days. All I know he could be dead for Christ’s sakes. He probably killed himself from working out, since his fat self was out of shape anyway. He probably died of a heart attack and his body was probably dumped off in some landfill somewhere. Who cares about the guy. We have enough overweight men in America as is it is anyway. That’s just one less fat man to take up space in our already crowded world.

Girl #1: Do you think you have Thurman scared?

Unknown: Of course I do. Why wouldn’t he be afraid? Do you actually think he is looking forward to this match? No one, not even Thurman looks forward to lose. He’s probably at home right now with the covers over his face, just hoping these nightmares will go away. He’s probably holding his little teddy bear tight hoping that I won’t come to get him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t show up for the match on Thursday. That’s how scared he is.

Girl #3: What about your mistakes of calling him Skydiver?
Unknown: Does the guy even look like he deserves to be called by his real name. I’m gonna continue to screw up his name until he finally wins a match, and we all know that is in the very distant future. Maybe later on in his career when he’s an old, no for good , opening act will he finally be victorious against some amateur. That is how his career will be written out. He will lose to me on Thursday, being injured for a couple of months afterwards. He’ll make his return, losing to a newcomer, then his career will fall downward until he is finally forced to retire due to heart problems. Enough with the questions, lets dance.

(The Unknown begins to dance, sending the crowd crazy. He busts so many moves that everyone in the whole club make a clearing for him to dance. All eyes were on him as he began to spin on the ground. The Unknown partied and partied all night long. At around 3 O’clock in the morning he and the cameraman made their way out of the club. There still was a long line outside the club. He unlocks his car with a simple push of a button and hops in.)

Unknown: What a night uh?

Cameraman: I didn’t know that a person like you could get down like that.

Unknown: Like I said, you don’t know a lot about me.

Cameraman: I’m eager to see who really is behind that mask.

Unknown: You’ll just have to wait until Thursday to see, because after that belt is placed over my shoulders, everyone will then remember who I am. Even Thurman. At that point when I reveal to the world who I am, Thurman will be in shock. He will bow down on his hands and knees, apologizing for everything he said about me. His eyes will fill with tears. Not tears of sorrow or joy, but tears of fear. Then and there will everyone know that he is afraid and always was. Be ready Thurman, because on Thursday I will shock the world (The Unknown says as a smile shapes behind his mask. He cranks up the car, sending a loud roaring sound through the air as he recklessly drives off.

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