The Man Dies, Finally!

Subject: The Man Dies, Finally! February 10th 2007, 8:04 pm

(SCENE OPENS.
CREEPER IN SITTING IN A DARK ROOM.
THE HEART IS STILL HANGING FROM HIS NECK.
A CLOCK RING.)

CREEPER: TIMES UP!

(CLOCK KEEPS RINGING)

CREEPER: TIMES UP!

(CREEPER TAKES THE CLOCK AND BASHES IT OVER HIS HEAD.)

CREEPER: THE MAN!
YOUR TIME IS UP!
TIME TO SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL.
IN A COUPLE OF HOURS,
YOUR NIGHTMARES BECOME A REALITY!
BECAUSE I WILL MAKE THEM COME TRUE!

(CREEPER TAKES THE HEART OFF HIS NECK)

CREEPER: NOT ONLY DID THE CLOCK RING.
BUT THE HEART STOPPED BEATING.
THAT MEANS YOUR LIFE IS DONE FOR.
YOU CALL ME A PIG.
I AM A FORMER JWF CHAMPION.
YOU ARE SOON TO BE A FORMER WWA CHUMP!
NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS.

(A WWA INTERVIEWER WALKS IN.)

WWA INTERVIEWER: CREEP ... CREE...

CREEPER: CREEPER.
YOU SHOULD KNOW MY DAMN NAME BY NOW.
YOU SHOULD KNOW MY NAME.
I HAVE DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE MANY OF TIMES.
AND I WILL NEVER REST!
YOU ARE JUST LIKE THE MAN!

(CREEPER PICKS UP THE INTERVIEWER.)

CREEPER: DEAD!

(CREEPER THROWS THE INTERVIEWER THROUGH THE WALL.
CREEPER LOOKS AT THE CAMERA)

CREEPER: NO MORE GAMES.
NO MORE TRICKS.
NO MORE MIND GAMES.
THIS IS THE TRUTH!
I AM THE MUTHA FUCKIN TRUTH.
THANK YOU THE MAN.
YOU HAVE BROUGHT OUT THE MONSTER IN ME.
THE REAL CREEPER IS BACK IN ACTION!
I AM HERE TO TAK EYOU TO HELL.
...
AND NOT TAKE YOU BACK!

(CREEPER PAUSES)

CREEPER: WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE!
THERE IS NO WAY OUT.
ONLY IF YOU BEAT ME, YOU WILL BE RELEASED.

(CREEPER LAUGHS)

CREEPER: I HEARD FROM A RELIABLE SOURCE THAT
YOU WANTED TO JOIN THE WWA REVOLUTION.
AND THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN IS TO BEAT ME.
...
LOOKS LIKE YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO PART OF A GROUP.
CAUSE YOUR ONLY FRIEND, SHE THINKS SHE IS A CUTIE.
BUT I CAN SEE WHERE BOTH OF YOU GET YOUR LOOKS FROM.

(CREEPER PAUSES)

CREEPER: ONCE YOU MESS WITH ME.
YOU MESS WITH DEATH!

(SOMEONE WALKS IN DRESSED AS A GIRL)

CREEPER: WHO ARE YOU?

THE GUY: I’M CUTIE PIE.

CREEPER: YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN,
YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR BROTHER.

THE GUY: YAH SO!

CREEPER: SO,
I WANT YOUR GOFFY ASS OUTTA HERE BITCH.

(CREEPER THROWS THE GUYS ACROSS THE ROOM.
BLOOD STARTS TO RAIN FROM THE CEILING.
CREEPER IS ENJOYING IT.)

CREEPER: WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE.
WELCOME TO MY HELL.
WELCOME TO YOUR GRAVE
WELCOME THE MAN.
...
WELCOME TO BOSTON BASH!

(SCENE ENDS)