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On a late Saturday night in early spring in 2001, at a celebration party in a dining-room of a large suburban house, belonging to a wealthy company owner of a large enterprise, there is a sudden knock on the large engraved wooden front door that sent a sudden chill throughout the guests at number 47 Richmond Road. Everyone looked at each other but there looks were mainly aimed at Tony Rainbird, he knew what they were thinking as he approached the door and reached for the handle.
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
*With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters*
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there *Points to the screen*
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
Nice Guy: Seal off the building, something just isnít right here, whoís next? WHO IS NEXT?!!!!?!!?
Within seconds a bullet slides from the barrel of a PSG-1, dashing through the air hauling past the crowd flying into the head of Nice Guy resulting in a splat of blood being flown in all directions, as he falls to the floor Ali tries to help him, but it is too late.
Tony: Look thereís someone up there!!!!! ItísÖÖÖ. itísÖitís that Godamn Sniper fella from SR, how many times have I told you, you ainít gonna win all the time from just moaning
A red dot appears on Tonyís forehead making him have to dive for cover he dives behind the curtain as Sniper commences fire, unfortunately at the time Fogmaster is about to enter but a flow of bullets prevent this and he is quickly terminated from the scene.
Tony: Godamn this man, he just never gives up
Hearing footprints around him Tony notices Fogmaster appeared to have come prepared, fully loaded with 4 magnums 3 knives and a life saving bulletproof jacket were all part of the package. Checking to see whether there was any sign of life resulted in a surprising shock as Tony felt the ice-cold silver end of a magnum pressed up against his cheek. Fogmaster opened his eyes to see that Tony had survived the massacre, in total disbelief he grabbed his gun and handed it over to Tony
Tony: W.. What are you doing Fog?
Fog: Iíve heard Sniper has been working for Gameplay behind your back, Loki sent me here to protect you, looks like I got here a little too late.
Tony: Well that doesnít matter right now, we have to find Sniper and kill him
Fog: That might be easier said then done, Iíve heard er-no is around these parts as well, things ainít looking good for us and there is a vague rumour that Grix might be turning up
Tony: Letís just think positive, my 15 years in the SAS at last will come in hand, those 3 years in Iraq taught me nothing only war is hell.
Fog: Just as I walked in I noticed him in the best position in the studio, right up there by the lights, all we have to do is distract him, by reflecting light into his lense we will be able to distract him for those few seconds which will give you the perfect chance to shoot him.
Tony: Ok, that sounds good to me, your bait
Fog: Tony, I want you to tell my best friend Mr Nice Guy that if anything goes wrong, he is entitled to everything I own and he was the best friend a person could ever have
*Hesitates as to whether or not he should tell him the tragic news*
Tony: Ok Iíll pass the news on
Within seconds of conversation ending Fog runs past the stage in a daring assault to get himself noticed but unharmed at the same time, up against one of the worlds best Snipers, Sniper, this was a much difficult task and every move had to be thought out before hand, commencing a series of daring dives and dodging bullet schemes was all part of normal life when living in North London, but Fog had grown up and well and was a pro. Sniper had failed his task set up Wookie, the boss wouldnít be happy this meant certain death for Sniper.
Fog: Pss, Tony? Can you see him?
*Looking through his Sniper rifle Tony notices a dark object scanning the studio floors*
Tony: (In a calm yet uncertain voice) I see him, just one seeeeecond and then this will all be overÖ
*BANG!!!!!*
Faster then anyone could have blinked Snipers body fell landing on one of the broken chairs, as he landed the chair literally ripped his body in two sending different halves of his remaining corpse into shreds.
As Fog and Tony sung a sigh of relief, Fog suddenly notices the red dot appear on Tonyís head, in a desperate spree to save his life Fog leaps in front of Tony just as the bullet is passing through the air, slicing through Fogs body like a knife through butter, nothing was left to chance, the bullets had been specially made to pass through bullet-proof jackets, but that didnít matter anyway as it passed straight into his brain.
Tony: NOOOOOO!!!! Not Fogmaster as well, he was a dear friend and I will avenge his death, who is next Seifer?
Seifer: Iím afraid that wonít be happening today Tony
Tony notices Seifer ducking down behind one of the chairs
Tony: Seifer, how did you get there?
Seifer: You think I would have missed this moment for anything? I was in the audience when all of this broke out
Tony: Well thank God thereís someone here, Iím in a slight bit of trouble at the moment if you havenít already noticed, Gameplay are trying to get my company
Seifer: I think I saw him over there to the left, by the lighting, Iím gonna crawl up there and check it out
Tony: Ok but be careful
As Seifer started crawling and ducking past the chairs progressing on his way to investigate a solid object was pushed against the back of his neck, as he turned to discover what it was the trigger was pulled and his body fell down the stairs landing right beside Tony
Tony: Oh my God!!!!!
Everything is quiet just deadly silent, he was breathing hard and could feel his heart beating, his pulse beating in time with the pounding in his head, looking around he noticed that all members of the audience had departed from the scene and everything was still on air, police sirens could be heard in the background. He had to act fast.
There was nowhere to go, no help on itís way and no sign of life in the studio, then out of nowhere entered Pro Evo and Triple_H, tag team partners and SR buddies. Unloaded with only brute force as their weapon they break down the doors of the studio, hide behind the curtains for cover and demand a challenge from Grix and Er-no of a hand-to-hand duel.
Pro: Tony weíre here to save you
Triple_H: Just stay down, weíll take care of everything
Pro: Come on Guys; letís just take this like men, no weapons needed.
From a distance a sound can be heard, itís the sound of Grixís voice
Grix: Turn around and show us your unarmed
Pro: How do we know you wonít just shot us?
Er-no: Do you want this to end and save your precious boss anyway?
Triple_H: Ok weíll do it
As Triple_H and Pro Evo turn around and show they have no weapons Grix and Er-no appear from the dark shadows surrounding the studio.
Grix: Letís play this fair, you want to carry on living in the real world believing those games you buy are part of SR merchandise then do that, but let me tell you something now. Tony was an ex Colombian drug lord who exploits the smaller companies and used his powers to bring SR from a small flea ridden company to the place it is today. How was Gameplay supposed to compete? We didnít stand a chance, so now itís time to bring justice to the gaming industry.
Pro: Tony, say it isnít so, SAY IT AINíT SO!!!!!
Tony: I am sorry my friends but they are right, there was no way that someone like myself could have brought such a terrible company to be so popular, every product you buy is made in a factory where I pay my workers £2 a day and feed them on bread and water. I didnít want it to come out like this, I was going to tell you all some day ñ
*Interrupting massively*
Triple_H: So thatís why none of the games worked for longer then 8 weeks, shame on you Tony and I hope you burn in hell
Tony: There is also a problem
Evo: And whatís that then?
Tony: My name isnít Tony, my real name is Fabreinsioz
Everyone: YOU WHAT?
Within a flash Tony grabs out his magnum and points the gun at Triple_H
Triple_H: What are you doing Tony? Donít you understand weíre here to save you?
Tony: Ah my dear dear friends, you are the ones that donít understand. Donít you see, itís been starring you in the face for all this time now? Grix is my dadís-sisterís-husbandís-motherís-flat mates dogís ex-ownerís- pen pal mate. How didnít you see that?
Triple_H: This is too much, Iím gonna have to sit down, so if what you say is true then how does that have anything to do with Er-no, me and Pro?
Tony: Thatís true nothing at all
Turning to face Triple_H, Tony pulls the trigger. Within a split second Triple_H lands on the floor, blood dripping from his forehead.
Pro: What the ñ
BANG!! With a sudden thud Pro Evo drops to his knees before collapsing on the floor, landing on top of Triple_H.
Er-no: Look guys canít we settle this the normal way? How much do you want? I can give it to you; I can supply your company with unlimited funds from my organizations
Tony: Iím afraid your time has come Er-no, your spamming days are over and as sad as I am about this it will not be me who will be stopping it. Grix, kill him
Grix turns to face Er-no, holding his gun and his head Er-no closes his eyes and quietly recites a prayer.
Grix: Iím sorry weíve known each other now nearly all our lives, but like he said, your days are over
Grix turns and points the gun at Tony, a smirk wipes across his face.
Tony: Grix stop mucking about, get on and do it. The police are gonna be here any second and we need to get our story straight
Grix: Oh Tony, youíve been blinded from what you truth. Er-no is my father, I would never bring harm to him
Tony: But what about everything weíve been planning?
Grix: Poor old Tony, you still doesnít get it do you? From yours and Aliís death we both know who benefits from it.
Tony: No you canít do this, what about all the support I have given you over the years
Grix: None of that matters rights now, good bye Tony
Tony drops to his knees to prepare for the death that he never thought would come, with the pull of a trigger his fate would be decided. As he closed his eyes and waited for the moment he remembered his life and how his family had grown up into something that he could never be. Grix aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
As the police arrived all that could be found was the empty studio and the corpses of some SR members, to this day no one really knows what happened but from a detailed an in-depth investigation the following report was put together.
All of the tragic events were recorded at the BBC studios in London, after the program all 127 of the 300 witnesses committed suicide and the others were sadly murdered, all within the space of three weeks after the incident. To this day Tony Rainbirds body has never been found, there are no witnesses to say otherwise and no body to agree with the report but one thing is sure his family, friends and all those that loved or knew him havenít given up hope and they still claim he is alive to this very dayÖÖ..
SURPRISE!!!!!!!! TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice Guy: ëThis is your Lifeí
*Tony looks on shock as he scans the room for possible suspects to have set this up he sees Ali making a run for it*
Back in the studio Tony enters wearing an expensive slick black tuxedo with specially fitted shoes and which his hair gelled making him look relaxed and laid-back. The crowd instantly show a sign of appreciation as he enters through the famous doors and the record attendance crowd of screaming fans begin to throw expensive roses, t-shirts with pictures of him printed on them and some of their underwear. His voice is chanted throughout the crowd, which is mainly populated with females and continues until he begs them to be quiet, there is a short moment of screams but then everything slows down and slowly it begins to close in on silence.
ëHello and welcome to this is your life, in this special edition of todayís show we are going to learn about the life of Sir Tony Rainbird, loving father, caring husband and proud owner of now one of the largest computer games retailer in the entire country. From the days when he was just a worker from behind the desk he already had his heart set on making something special and unforgettable about Special Reserve, now in now longer then a few years down the line he has achieved his dream.í
It is with my greatest honour that Sir Tony Rainbird; Managing Director of Special Reserve could join us today.
Nice Guy: Hello Tony and welcome to the show, I gather you know the way it works?
Tony: Well I must admit to not have watching this show in such a long time, I mean, I do have a business to run after all, * Followed by a fake laugh *
Nice Guy: Well, that doesnít really matter right now; all weíre interested in is your achievement in life
Tony: To be honest there isnít a lot that I can really say; I was brought up in an achieving family and then destined to succeed in life
Nice Guy: So in plain English what your saying is that you were pushed into succeeding, it was in the blood?
Tony: Well now I didnít say
*Is promptly interrupted*
Nice Guy: Please enter Tonyís Primary School Teacher
Nice Guy: Now welcome to the show Mr Garison I gather you know the way it works?
*Mr Garison enters totally stoned and the audience is well aware*
Mr Garison: Well yeah, chucks Iíve watched this show from time to time whilst buying some illegal substances on the net
Nice Guy: Well letís talk about whatís important tonight and of course that is our guest and the ever more successful manager of Special Reserve Tony Rainbird, so Mr Garison please tell us what this bloke was like at school
Mr Garison: Well the little sod used to run around the classroom with his trousers on his head writing rude words on the board, hehe, God I love Majuarna.
Nice Guy: Please for the love of God get a hold of yourself; if youíve got nothing constructive to say then donít say it.
Mr Garison: For the sake of your health Iíll pretend I didnít hear that
Nice Guy: Why you threatening me now? You want to make something of this?
Mr Garison stand up and starts pushing Nice Guy, but he ainít taking none of it, grabbing his mic he proceeds to bass Mr Garison around the head until a flow of blood is leaving his skull, Mr Garison grabs his lighter and sets Nice Guy alight sending him running around like a headless chicken leaving the bouncers to grab the extinguishers *
Tony: I hate to interrupt all of this nonsense but I donít remember having him as my Primary School teacher, in fact Iíve never seen this man before in my life, in fact.
Nice Guy: Then who is he?
Mr Garison: Itís me, * As quick as a flash Mr Garison pulls off a mark recovering his real identity *
Nice Guy and Tony: Bill Gates?
Bill: Yes, it is I
Tony: But what are you doing here, I thought I told you; you canít have my company even if you do have a monopoly in the computer industry business
Nice Guy: Bill, look this just isnít the time, Iím sorry but this is a special occasion couldnít you come back at a better time?
Bill: Time!? Time!? I have a multi multi billion dollar company to run and exploit other small businessí do you really think I can wait on this? Name your sum and it will be yours, all I want is the respect of the SR members in return.
Tony: I donít think you understand Bill, you canít BUY friendship, and money isnít the only thing in life that matters and you donít seem to understand that.
Bill: Come on Tony, letís at least go out and give you some time to think about it, thereís that new McClarene outside waiting for you whilst you make up your mind, fully loaded with your years income
Tony: Get lost Bill, you canít make me do anything I donít wanna be your friend, you ainít having my company now get lost or this will turn into something unpleasant
Bill: You want to have a piece of the richest man on earth? Do you know the abilities and political connections I have?
Tony: Your political connections are nothing compared to the power of the people on SR, if I asked any one of them to resist the power of Microsoft then theyíd be more then willing.
*With this immense occurrence of verbal abuse Bill gets up picking his chair and proceeding to beat Tony over the head with it, as the bouncers come closer to split the pair up an unexpected guest enters*
Announcer: Letís Get Ready To Rumble
Nice Guy: I donít believe this, itís Mr. Snuggly
Ali: Your God Damn Right
Within a matter of seconds of appearing, Bill feels the smooth surface of a Macintosh computer being smashed against his skull, down and out on the floor, Tony grabs his hair and pulls him off stage whispering some words in his ear inaudible to the audience then walks back to his seat
Nice Guy: Phewwww, now thatís all over would you two mind if I carried on with the show?
Ali and Tony: No no, carry on
Nice Guy: So as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, well actually were was I, letís start all over, just entered is Mr. Snuggly AKA Alistair Grey, lifetime friend and apprentice in Special Reserve, welcome to the show. Now Ali tell us about these ëdrinkingí problems of yours
Ali: Problems? Do you even know what youíre talking about? Iíve got a good minds to take this show to court along with yourself, where do you get your information from because whoever gets it deservers to be sacked.
Tony: Come on mate, itís my special night letís hold back grudges at the moment
Nice Guy: Sorry for my rude expressions, which may have offended you, I was just instructed to read them from board up there *Points to the screen*
Suddenly the words ëI know what you did last Halloween on Friday the 13thí appear on the board, the sound of silence can be heard throughout but in the distance there is the muffled scream of displeasure as the lights turn back on the crew and audience discover Alistair appears to be missing and a blood trail is leading up into the backstage.
Nice Guy: Seal off the building, something just isnít right here, whoís next? WHO IS NEXT?!!!!?!!?
Within seconds a bullet slides from the barrel of a PSG-1, dashing through the air hauling past the crowd flying into the head of Nice Guy resulting in a splat of blood being flown in all directions, as he falls to the floor Ali tries to help him, but it is too late.
Tony: Look thereís someone up there!!!!! ItísÖÖÖ. itísÖitís that Godamn Sniper fella from SR, how many times have I told you, you ainít gonna win all the time from just moaning
A red dot appears on Tonyís forehead making him have to dive for cover he dives behind the curtain as Sniper commences fire, unfortunately at the time Fogmaster is about to enter but a flow of bullets prevent this and he is quickly terminated from the scene.
Tony: Godamn this man, he just never gives up
Hearing footprints around him Tony notices Fogmaster appeared to have come prepared, fully loaded with 4 magnums 3 knives and a life saving bulletproof jacket were all part of the package. Checking to see whether there was any sign of life resulted in a surprising shock as Tony felt the ice-cold silver end of a magnum pressed up against his cheek. Fogmaster opened his eyes to see that Tony had survived the massacre, in total disbelief he grabbed his gun and handed it over to Tony
Tony: W.. What are you doing Fog?
Fog: Iíve heard Sniper has been working for Gameplay behind your back, Loki sent me here to protect you, looks like I got here a little too late.
Tony: Well that doesnít matter right now, we have to find Sniper and kill him
Fog: That might be easier said then done, Iíve heard er-no is around these parts as well, things ainít looking good for us and there is a vague rumour that Grix might be turning up
Tony: Letís just think positive, my 15 years in the SAS at last will come in hand, those 3 years in Iraq taught me nothing only war is hell.
Fog: Just as I walked in I noticed him in the best position in the studio, right up there by the lights, all we have to do is distract him, by reflecting light into his lense we will be able to distract him for those few seconds which will give you the perfect chance to shoot him.
Tony: Ok, that sounds good to me, your bait
Fog: Tony, I want you to tell my best friend Mr Nice Guy that if anything goes wrong, he is entitled to everything I own and he was the best friend a person could ever have
*Hesitates as to whether or not he should tell him the tragic news*
Tony: Ok Iíll pass the news on
Within seconds of conversation ending Fog runs past the stage in a daring assault to get himself noticed but unharmed at the same time, up against one of the worlds best Snipers, Sniper, this was a much difficult task and every move had to be thought out before hand, commencing a series of daring dives and dodging bullet schemes was all part of normal life when living in North London, but Fog had grown up and well and was a pro. Sniper had failed his task set up Wookie, the boss wouldnít be happy this meant certain death for Sniper.
Fog: Pss, Tony? Can you see him?
*Looking through his Sniper rifle Tony notices a dark object scanning the studio floors*
Tony: (In a calm yet uncertain voice) I see him, just one seeeeecond and then this will all be overÖ
*BANG!!!!!*
Faster then anyone could have blinked Snipers body fell landing on one of the broken chairs, as he landed the chair literally ripped his body in two sending different halves of his remaining corpse into shreds.
As Fog and Tony sung a sigh of relief, Fog suddenly notices the red dot appear on Tonyís head, in a desperate spree to save his life Fog leaps in front of Tony just as the bullet is passing through the air, slicing through Fogs body like a knife through butter, nothing was left to chance, the bullets had been specially made to pass through bullet-proof jackets, but that didnít matter anyway as it passed straight into his brain.
Tony: NOOOOOO!!!! Not Fogmaster as well, he was a dear friend and I will avenge his death, who is next Seifer?
Seifer: Iím afraid that wonít be happening today Tony
Tony notices Seifer ducking down behind one of the chairs
Tony: Seifer, how did you get there?
Seifer: You think I would have missed this moment for anything? I was in the audience when all of this broke out
Tony: Well thank God thereís someone here, Iím in a slight bit of trouble at the moment if you havenít already noticed, Gameplay are trying to get my company
Seifer: I think I saw him over there to the left, by the lighting, Iím gonna crawl up there and check it out
Tony: Ok but be careful
As Seifer started crawling and ducking past the chairs progressing on his way to investigate a solid object was pushed against the back of his neck, as he turned to discover what it was the trigger was pulled and his body fell down the stairs landing right beside Tony
Tony: Oh my God!!!!!
Everything is quiet just deadly silent, he was breathing hard and could feel his heart beating, his pulse beating in time with the pounding in his head, looking around he noticed that all members of the audience had departed from the scene and everything was still on air, police sirens could be heard in the background. He had to act fast.
There was nowhere to go, no help on itís way and no sign of life in the studio, then out of nowhere entered Pro Evo and Triple_H, tag team partners and SR buddies. Unloaded with only brute force as their weapon they break down the doors of the studio, hide behind the curtains for cover and demand a challenge from Grix and Er-no of a hand-to-hand duel.
Pro: Tony weíre here to save you
Triple_H: Just stay down, weíll take care of everything
Pro: Come on Guys; letís just take this like men, no weapons needed.
From a distance a sound can be heard, itís the sound of Grixís voice
Grix: Turn around and show us your unarmed
Pro: How do we know you wonít just shot us?
Er-no: Do you want this to end and save your precious boss anyway?
Triple_H: Ok weíll do it
As Triple_H and Pro Evo turn around and show they have no weapons Grix and Er-no appear from the dark shadows surrounding the studio.
Grix: Letís play this fair, you want to carry on living in the real world believing those games you buy are part of SR merchandise then do that, but let me tell you something now. Tony was an ex Colombian drug lord who exploits the smaller companies and used his powers to bring SR from a small flea ridden company to the place it is today. How was Gameplay supposed to compete? We didnít stand a chance, so now itís time to bring justice to the gaming industry.
Pro: Tony, say it isnít so, SAY IT AINíT SO!!!!!
Tony: I am sorry my friends but they are right, there was no way that someone like myself could have brought such a terrible company to be so popular, every product you buy is made in a factory where I pay my workers £2 a day and feed them on bread and water. I didnít want it to come out like this, I was going to tell you all some day ñ
*Interrupting massively*
Triple_H: So thatís why none of the games worked for longer then 8 weeks, shame on you Tony and I hope you burn in hell
Tony: There is also a problem
Evo: And whatís that then?
Tony: My name isnít Tony, my real name is Fabreinsioz
Everyone: YOU WHAT?
Within a flash Tony grabs out his magnum and points the gun at Triple_H
Triple_H: What are you doing Tony? Donít you understand weíre here to save you?
Tony: Ah my dear dear friends, you are the ones that donít understand. Donít you see, itís been starring you in the face for all this time now? Grix is my dadís-sisterís-husbandís-motherís-flat mates dogís ex-ownerís- pen pal mate. How didnít you see that?
Triple_H: This is too much, Iím gonna have to sit down, so if what you say is true then how does that have anything to do with Er-no, me and Pro?
Tony: Thatís true nothing at all
Turning to face Triple_H, Tony pulls the trigger. Within a split second Triple_H lands on the floor, blood dripping from his forehead.
Pro: What the ñ
BANG!! With a sudden thud Pro Evo drops to his knees before collapsing on the floor, landing on top of Triple_H.
Er-no: Look guys canít we settle this the normal way? How much do you want? I can give it to you; I can supply your company with unlimited funds from my organizations
Tony: Iím afraid your time has come Er-no, your spamming days are over and as sad as I am about this it will not be me who will be stopping it. Grix, kill him
Grix turns to face Er-no, holding his gun and his head Er-no closes his eyes and quietly recites a prayer.
Grix: Iím sorry weíve known each other now nearly all our lives, but like he said, your days are over
Grix turns and points the gun at Tony, a smirk wipes across his face.
Tony: Grix stop mucking about, get on and do it. The police are gonna be here any second and we need to get our story straight
Grix: Oh Tony, youíve been blinded from what you truth. Er-no is my father, I would never bring harm to him
Tony: But what about everything weíve been planning?
Grix: Poor old Tony, you still doesnít get it do you? From yours and Aliís death we both know who benefits from it.
Tony: No you canít do this, what about all the support I have given you over the years
Grix: None of that matters rights now, good bye Tony
Tony drops to his knees to prepare for the death that he never thought would come, with the pull of a trigger his fate would be decided. As he closed his eyes and waited for the moment he remembered his life and how his family had grown up into something that he could never be. Grix aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
As the police arrived all that could be found was the empty studio and the corpses of some SR members, to this day no one really knows what happened but from a detailed an in-depth investigation the following report was put together.
All of the tragic events were recorded at the BBC studios in London, after the program all 127 of the 300 witnesses committed suicide and the others were sadly murdered, all within the space of three weeks after the incident. To this day Tony Rainbirds body has never been found, there are no witnesses to say otherwise and no body to agree with the report but one thing is sure his family, friends and all those that loved or knew him havenít given up hope and they still claim he is alive to this very dayÖÖ..
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Ice Blaster wrote:
> Told ya you would win Nice guy. Now you owe me Green Mile.
Damn you and all of this, but this post didn't win I'm affraid. Oh what the hell you can have it anyways.
> Told ya you would win Nice guy. Now you owe me Green Mile.
Damn you and all of this, but this post didn't win I'm affraid. Oh what the hell you can have it anyways.
Told ya you would win Nice guy. Now you owe me Green Mile.
Why, you little....
*swings a nunchak at FogMaster*
*swings a nunchak at FogMaster*
LOL your both liars, your secrets safe with us, *snigger* a real Scary Movie ending, cool.
Thats what I would like to stress too.
Mr Nice Guy wrote:
BANG!! With a sudden thud Pro Evo drops to his knees before collapsing on the floor, landing on top of Triple_H.
I would like to stress that i do not bat for the other team!!
BANG!! With a sudden thud Pro Evo drops to his knees before collapsing on the floor, landing on top of Triple_H.
I would like to stress that i do not bat for the other team!!
Go away Dogfather.
Triple_H wrote:
> I am a hero as well!!I get killed though :(
Nothing personal, everyone has to die sometime. It just made it more exciting and utterly stupid I thought
: - D
> I am a hero as well!!I get killed though :(
Nothing personal, everyone has to die sometime. It just made it more exciting and utterly stupid I thought
: - D
I am a hero as well!!I get killed though :(
it doesn't take long to read + it's quite funny ++ I have a role in it! i'm a hero!
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