Post by devilsaint on May 31, 2015 5:19:35 GMT -8
OOC: Second verse, same as the first. I am Henry VIII, I am...
We open up to an extremely organized bedroom. There are two end tables straight out of the sixties on either side of the Queen bed. The wall behind the bed is a soft purple resembling a dusted lilac-ish colour. Underneath the cream-coloured sheets is a red bandanna clad Alex Healy. He is shirtless and has his hands resting behind his head. For those interested, he has no armpit hair. Completely smooth aside from the platinum prickles on his great big, beautiful... man boobies. While Healy is the main focus within the shot most people's eyes will probably be drawn to the figure next to him. Next to him is a slender woman with long strawberry blonde hair that is strewn across the pillow her head is laying on. Only her bare back barely covered by a sheet can be scene.
"So I thought I'd try the thing Kai Sanchez did-" Healy says in a low voice. "-and broadcast from the bedroom, but I'm afraid I'll wake up my lovely girlfriend. So give me a minute." He lifts the blanket and is about to move. He stops and realizes he doesn't have anything covering his junk and thinks better of it. "On second thought..." He snaps and here we are with the beautiful Toronto morning skyline. The CN Tower stands tall and proud as the sun shines upon it. "Hel-lo Canada, and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy. And in case you missed it, last week I opened a can of ass whip on the Dirtiest Sanchez in the Game. I beat him up so bad that he decided he needed some time off to heal his pride." Healy shrugs. "Okay, so that may not be true, but what is true is that we had a hell of a time at Gold Rush numero uno. I heard you all counting each elbow with me, and I heard you all scream at the top of your lungs-" He leans back and chants in a booming voice. "Booooom! Bab-eh!" He leans forward again. "In fact, was there a better match on the card than the Canadian Indy Darling and the Dirtiest Sanchez in the Game? As much as I detest his attitude and personality, dude's a good wrestler. The sad part about him leaving is that now he is getting razed by Silas Romero. Dude's not even here to defend himself and Silas has the nerve to attack him with the verbal words of hatred. It's not cool.
"But enough of the Dirtiest Sanchez and the Hipster Shit-talker. They are not my focus this week. This week my focus is on a man who is not very happy about the way things went last week. I completely understand where is he coming from. Those cane shots did not look fun at all." Healy cringes just thinking about it. "Rejoice, Adam Johnson, for the man that beat you seems to have walked away from the Golden Gate squared circle, so that basically makes you the runner-up winner, right? I mean the other two were out of the ring doing dick all, and you were in the ring fighting. So that has to count for something, right?" Healy shrugs. "Listen, I said it last week and I'll say it again. No hate, man. Only love. I won't come at you saying that your loss was a fluke. I won't say that my victory was a fluke either. My victory is proof of what happens when you fight against adversity with your will and determination." He shoots his arm out pointing off screen. "I have shown the greater California area that hard work does pay off, and that you should not give up until you win. That you don't need to cheat or politic or cut someone else down in order to win. You take a deep breath, get a big smile on your face and you say 'let's finish the game'."
Healy brings both hands up to point at the screen. "But there you are Adam Johnson. You are standing in the middle of the ring being the adversity the fans all want to overcome. They will cheer me and kick your ass vicariously through me. They will beat down that oppressive boss, that one bully from school, et cetera. They will do it all vicariously through me for one simple reason. I give them hope that the sun will rise tomorrow. I give them hope that they will wake up and the birds will be shining and the sun chirping, and that they will be happy. Adam-" Healy pauses with a mild form of apology on his face. "That is, if I can call you Adam. I suppose it is more of an informal reference." He shakes his head to clear out the thoughts. "Not the point right now. Adam, these fans that you clearly detest cling to me because they know I'm good. They know I can make all their teenage problems go up in smoke even if it is only for a little while."
Healy breaks his concentration for a moment. "Hold on." He reaches slightly off screen and grabs his coffee. It is his World's Best Wrestler in the World mug. "So there is a reason why I have defended the fans a lot in this video. It is because they are the reason we are here. And when they say you suck, well... you kind of do. It's not your ability in the ring that sucks. It's your personality. See, my mother taught me manners, and that if you don't have anything nice to say you don't say it at all. You are the exact opposite of both of those. I'm not saying your mother never taught you these things. She probably did; the trouble is that you're too much of a dick to listen. But until next time, you can find me @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on, and of course. Don't forget to allllways feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. "Booom, ba-bah!" As he hits the elbow strike a woman can be heard waking up. The beautiful strawberry blonde sits up with the blanket covering her breasts, completely unaware of what is going on.
"Hmm? What's going on?" She looks at the camera and jumps.
"Oh shit, I didn't mean to snap you over here too!" Healy says panicked and the video ends.
We open up to an extremely organized bedroom. There are two end tables straight out of the sixties on either side of the Queen bed. The wall behind the bed is a soft purple resembling a dusted lilac-ish colour. Underneath the cream-coloured sheets is a red bandanna clad Alex Healy. He is shirtless and has his hands resting behind his head. For those interested, he has no armpit hair. Completely smooth aside from the platinum prickles on his great big, beautiful... man boobies. While Healy is the main focus within the shot most people's eyes will probably be drawn to the figure next to him. Next to him is a slender woman with long strawberry blonde hair that is strewn across the pillow her head is laying on. Only her bare back barely covered by a sheet can be scene.
"So I thought I'd try the thing Kai Sanchez did-" Healy says in a low voice. "-and broadcast from the bedroom, but I'm afraid I'll wake up my lovely girlfriend. So give me a minute." He lifts the blanket and is about to move. He stops and realizes he doesn't have anything covering his junk and thinks better of it. "On second thought..." He snaps and here we are with the beautiful Toronto morning skyline. The CN Tower stands tall and proud as the sun shines upon it. "Hel-lo Canada, and Healy fans in the United States and Newfoundland. My name is Alex Healy. And in case you missed it, last week I opened a can of ass whip on the Dirtiest Sanchez in the Game. I beat him up so bad that he decided he needed some time off to heal his pride." Healy shrugs. "Okay, so that may not be true, but what is true is that we had a hell of a time at Gold Rush numero uno. I heard you all counting each elbow with me, and I heard you all scream at the top of your lungs-" He leans back and chants in a booming voice. "Booooom! Bab-eh!" He leans forward again. "In fact, was there a better match on the card than the Canadian Indy Darling and the Dirtiest Sanchez in the Game? As much as I detest his attitude and personality, dude's a good wrestler. The sad part about him leaving is that now he is getting razed by Silas Romero. Dude's not even here to defend himself and Silas has the nerve to attack him with the verbal words of hatred. It's not cool.
"But enough of the Dirtiest Sanchez and the Hipster Shit-talker. They are not my focus this week. This week my focus is on a man who is not very happy about the way things went last week. I completely understand where is he coming from. Those cane shots did not look fun at all." Healy cringes just thinking about it. "Rejoice, Adam Johnson, for the man that beat you seems to have walked away from the Golden Gate squared circle, so that basically makes you the runner-up winner, right? I mean the other two were out of the ring doing dick all, and you were in the ring fighting. So that has to count for something, right?" Healy shrugs. "Listen, I said it last week and I'll say it again. No hate, man. Only love. I won't come at you saying that your loss was a fluke. I won't say that my victory was a fluke either. My victory is proof of what happens when you fight against adversity with your will and determination." He shoots his arm out pointing off screen. "I have shown the greater California area that hard work does pay off, and that you should not give up until you win. That you don't need to cheat or politic or cut someone else down in order to win. You take a deep breath, get a big smile on your face and you say 'let's finish the game'."
Healy brings both hands up to point at the screen. "But there you are Adam Johnson. You are standing in the middle of the ring being the adversity the fans all want to overcome. They will cheer me and kick your ass vicariously through me. They will beat down that oppressive boss, that one bully from school, et cetera. They will do it all vicariously through me for one simple reason. I give them hope that the sun will rise tomorrow. I give them hope that they will wake up and the birds will be shining and the sun chirping, and that they will be happy. Adam-" Healy pauses with a mild form of apology on his face. "That is, if I can call you Adam. I suppose it is more of an informal reference." He shakes his head to clear out the thoughts. "Not the point right now. Adam, these fans that you clearly detest cling to me because they know I'm good. They know I can make all their teenage problems go up in smoke even if it is only for a little while."
Healy breaks his concentration for a moment. "Hold on." He reaches slightly off screen and grabs his coffee. It is his World's Best Wrestler in the World mug. "So there is a reason why I have defended the fans a lot in this video. It is because they are the reason we are here. And when they say you suck, well... you kind of do. It's not your ability in the ring that sucks. It's your personality. See, my mother taught me manners, and that if you don't have anything nice to say you don't say it at all. You are the exact opposite of both of those. I'm not saying your mother never taught you these things. She probably did; the trouble is that you're too much of a dick to listen. But until next time, you can find me @indydarling on the Twits. Like and subscribe to the Youtube channel you found this on, and of course. Don't forget to allllways feel the-" He pretends as if he is about to do an elbow strike. "Booom, ba-bah!" As he hits the elbow strike a woman can be heard waking up. The beautiful strawberry blonde sits up with the blanket covering her breasts, completely unaware of what is going on.
"Hmm? What's going on?" She looks at the camera and jumps.
"Oh shit, I didn't mean to snap you over here too!" Healy says panicked and the video ends.