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| Captain Howdy | Dec 29 2016, 02:20 AM Post #1 |
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Christmas time is here again Time to give your cash to them At the cross is where we'll meet Leaving presents at his feet Buy your gifts in harmony Feed the Christmas industry [Chorus:] Fuck Christmas! All the time Now I've got my yuletide pride! Fuck Christmas! All the time I've got Jesus on my side! Fuck Christmas! Fuck Christmas! Fuck Christmas! All the time! Jesus came and Jesus went Look at all the cash we spent Mother Mary you will see Never bought a Christmas tree Christmas is for me and me I give only to receive [Chorus] Christmas time is here again ... [Chorus] He was fuckin' born in August anyway ... --From "Fuck Christmas" by Tankard As the scene fades in from black, we find ourselves looking in at what appears to be a padded cell. The whole scene is sort of muted...shades of gray and black...and we know we are looking backward in time. A lone figure sits on the floor, near the center. He wears white clothes, and no shoes. His head is up, as if he is listening to something, and after a moment, we see what. A dark mass, with no distinct features, stands in the corner. A dark, sinister voice comes softly from that direction, almost a whisper, but not quite. As we watch, we can hear the conversation. VOICE: It's Christmas time, James. Right about now, you should be opening gifts with your son, and your wife. Instead, you're sitting in here, rotting away, while she has gone on with her life. JAMES JACOBS: Shut up. I know what day it is. Just...just leave me alone. V: Can't do that, Jimmy. You know I have no plans of leaving now that you've pretty much invited me to stay. Hey, do you think her new Santa is coming down her chimney right now? After all, your wife is pretty much just a Ho, Ho, Ho. JJ: I said, shut up!! She...she can do what she wants. She left, she has a life. I... V: Oh Jimmy, don't try to give me that again. I know you even better than you do. But, all you have to do is let me in, and I can make things all better. My...Christmas gift, to you. JJ: All better? How can you possibly do that? V: Oh, well, we'll just jingle some bells, deck a few halls...it'll be fun. What do you say? JJ: I...I need more time. V: That's fine. I can wait. I am eternal, after all. Too bad you can't say the same. And now, for our next musical number... Christians roasting on an open fire, Jack just ripping up some whores.... JJ: (Moans) The song continues, but mercifully fades out, as does the scene just moments later. When it comes back, it is in the regular colors we know so well. We are back in the well appointed living room, in the aftermath of Christmas. The tree is still standing, and what a tree it is. Fully twelve feet tall, and nearly three-quarters as wide, it bursts with lights and decorations. The star on top brushes the ceiling, and the rest of the room is decorated just as festively. No music plays, but the fireplace cracks and pops, the fire cheerily burning within. Seated on the leather couch, legs crossed, and holding a glass of whiskey, is the man we know owns all this. Captain Howdy, looking comfortable in a pair of jeans and a Christmas sweater...not entirely an ugly one either...smiles at the camera. He waves the operator over, and when he obliges, sets down his glass, and begins to speak. CAPTAIN HOWDY: Well, hello everyone, and Happy Holidays. I trust you got everything you wanted for Christmas this year? I know my wife did. My son made out like a bandit, he got so many toys. I almost have to build an extension on the house at this point just so he has a place to play. And clothes...I somehow doubt, even if we change him two or three times a day, that he'll get to wear everything before he outgrows it. I do want to thank all of you out there, and you know who you are, who were kind enough to send him something. You truly didn't have to do that, and we were very touched by your generosity. Even the Mistress and Tom, Her new husband, had a wonderful Christmas. I think they're still celebrating at the moment, to be honest. So, it was a pretty good holiday all around. Then again, I didn't get what I wanted yet. I didn't get that apology I asked Mister Sinclair for. He has chosen to ignore me, and thus, I will carry through on my promises. Just wait and see, Mister Sinclair. This is all due to your inaction, and everyone will pay for it. I hope you enjoy. The Captain leans forward, and takes up his whiskey. He swirls it a bit, then takes a drink, enjoying the burn as it goes down. He then places it back on the table, and leans back once more. You know, every now and then, I get placed into the ring, in a situation that I find...intriguing. All my points are on the line in the Point Roulette. All my points, against all of those belonging to John Gillmen. Ordinarily, I'd just go to the arena, step into the ring, and just do what I do best. But, there's a little something extra this time around. With Mister Sinclair on the fringes of my mind, I was already agitated. And now, there's a new thing that has caught my attention. Mister Gillmen, you said a couple of things that really got through. A couple of things that, to be honest, made me unhappy. It's not often that happens, especially this time of year. At least, since I once again have a family to enjoy it with. Now, one would think that I'd be a favorite of yours. After all, you just said you hate political correctness. I am very much not that way. I'm basically the exact opposite, in fact. I may not swear, I may not expose myself all over the media, but I do things that are not normally acceptable in society. Look what I did to that poor fool last time I was on television. I did that as a simple example. That was my reality television, John. As real as the blood that was left on the cement floor. You said something else, something about how I enjoy hurting people. You said that made me a coward. That when I hurt someone and laugh about it, I am taking the coward's path. I take exception to that, John. You see, to me, it's a simple extension of what a predator does to its prey. The big cats don't cull the sick and injured from the herd first due to fear. They do it as a strategic move. They get to eat, and avoid serious injury in the process. When they do go after a healthy member of that herd, they do it with numbers. Is that cowardly? Not at all. It's good instinct. When I destroy someone in that ring, when I break them apart and laugh as they scream, it's as much about my dominance as it is about loving what I do for a living. Where else can I break people into little pieces, and get paid to do so? I might as well enjoy my work, because as you know, if you have a job you love, you never work a day in your life. Mister Gillmen, Vince Lombardi once said "Fatigue makes cowards of us all". I will submit to you, that pain does that also. When you are hurt so badly, that you cannot move, cannot defend yourself, it is perfectly normal to contemplate your own mortality. I know this, because I've heard so many of my opponents say so after facing me. Even our esteemed board member, Jake Keeton, will admit he felt that way. All I do, is show you what you are really like. I show you your most true self. Are you a coward, or are you brave enough to face the end? And guess what? You get to find out, very soon. I am in a better mood than normal, Mister Gillmen. I might actually allow you to leave the ring under your own power this week. I might make it so that you can make all your limbs respond, after a few minutes of panic, of course. Then again, you insulted me, so I might not. I haven't decided yet. I do know this, Mister Gillmen, you're catching me at a bad time. Three straight losses...that has never, NEVER, happened to me. I do not intend to allow it to reach four. I will end your career long before I allow that to happen. And, I will do so with EXTREME prejudice. I fully intend to use you as an example to Mister Sinclair as to just how very serious I am, so maybe I will end your career this week. Maybe I will end your status as an ambulatory human being. That would be a nice gift to myself. John Gillmen, I'm not good with hashtags or any of the modern idiocy on social media. I don't tweet, I don't participate in snap chats or on Kik. No, I do my speaking, and allow my actions to speak for me, in the ring. Saying that, I thought your little hashtag was cute. #Dare2Dream. Very nice. Just remember, while you're daring to dream, I will be turning that dream into a nightmare. One, which you just might not wake from, ever. This week, you step into the ring with me, with all the things you say you despise so much about this world, and it will all come crashing down on you. It may be nearly the New Year, but for you, that year is going to be very, very different than normal. Why? Because, Mister Gillmen, I've come to the conclusion that you are going to be the one this week who gets to find out exactly what happens when I decide for you that... PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!! See you soon, Mister Gillmen. Enjoy your dream... HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!!!!!!! AAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA!!!!! "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister begins to play...absent though it was earlier...as the Captain himself continues to laugh maniacally. He throws his head back, and practically howls, before it snaps forward, and those shark-dead eyes burn into the camera, sending a shiver down our spines. He chuckles a few times, no mirth reaching those eyes at all, as the scene slowly fades to black. (Just so you know, the song at the beginning does not reflect my actual attitude. It is just used for effect.) Edited by Captain Howdy, Dec 29 2016, 02:21 AM.
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