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Necrophagus Demonic Entropic Falsification; Sounds like an Emperor Song huh?
Topic Started: Jan 1 2008, 09:43 PM (142 Views)
El Gimicko
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The sun has set over the gloomy… parking lot? Yes, despite the tombstones, and the spooky dead trees, giving the entire area the feel of an ancient and wicked graveyard, it is clearly a parking lot. In the corner you can see a Chevy Malibu. It’s a pretty nice one too. I should get one of those. Anyways, the dark and spooky parking lot is illuminated only be the lights of lanterns hanging from the extended hands of crucified skeletons. Through the thick fog, four teenagers appear. One is a jock, one is a Cheerleader, one is a token black guy, and the fourth is the obvious hero girl.

They move cautiously through the “graveyard” in a single line, the dead leaves that are for some reason there crunching beneath their feet. The jock acts as the leader, with the token black guy taking the caboose of the train. A crow can be heard cawing in the distance, and it causes all four to pause in fright. They survey the dark expanse, collecting themselves when they are sure it was nothing dangerous.

Cheerleader: “Tommy, I don’t like this…”

Jock: “What are you Tamara? Scccarrreeedddd?”

Hero Girl: “Come on you guys, lets leave. You know what they say about this place…”

Token Black: “What? That ‘The Hell Spawn Executioner’ El Gimicko, lurks here? Come on Jeannie, don’t be so stupid.”

Cheerleader: “Who is ‘The Hell Spawn Executioner’ El Gimicko?”

Jock: “You haven’t heard the legend of ‘The Hell Spawn Executioner’ El Gimicko?”

Token Black: “They say that back in the 1800’s there was a malformed child, born right here in Vegas. The townspeople hated him, and teased him everyday. Once, the tormented him, and chased him all the way to this very graveyard, where the little child fell into an open grave, breaking his neck, and dying. Since then, on the Anniversary of his death, his angry spirit haunts this graveyard, seeking revenge on teenagers who dare step into his unholy abode. Teenagers like us…”

Hero Girl: “Stop it Johnny!”

Jock: “Say, isn’t tonight the Anniversary of his death?”

Token Black: “Why, I think it is!”

The four of them pause for a moment, each looking nervous.

Jock: “Ahaahaha, its just an old story, don’t be stupid.”

Suddenly a loud crashing of thunder can be heard, striking a rather cardboard looking tombstone out in the middle of the Graveyard. The entire earth shakes, as the camera pans in on the name on the Tombstone.

EL GIMICKO!

Jock: “No way!”

Token Black: “Oh shit!”

From the ground, in a burst of red-hot hellfire, and a couple Dollar Store sparklers, shoots out a figure in white tights and a white mask. Over his mask, he has the decoration of a skull, and a demon horns attached by very obvious Velcro. He wears a long black cape, of which one can still the Wal-Mart tag attacked. He holds in his hand a long plastic Halloween staff.

The Thing: “Yo…Soy… EL GIMICKO!!!!”

Token Black: “I am outta here!!!!”

The Token black runs off camera, just behind a rather obvious fake bush. With a mighty leap, El Gimicko clears the crowd of terrified teenagers, and catches the Token Black just as he is hidden by the faux shrubbery.

Token Black: “AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!”

A copious amount of blood begins to shoot out from behind the bush, drenching the three remaining teenagers in a Crimson Shower that would make Gangrel shit himself. The three remaining teenagers scream in terror, and begin to scatter, each hoping to avoid becoming the next victim of “The Hell Spawn Executioner” El Gimicko. Unfortunately, it does not appear that any of them have a chance, as the blood-covered Luchador Demon emerges from the bush, and makes eye contact with the Cheerleader. El Gimicko’s eye’s glow red and the Cheerleader begins to shake.

Jock: “Tamara!”

She suddenly explodes like a Pinata. A lot like a Pinata. Seriously, there are some pieces of chocolate and everything. It would be quite festive if not for the whole, you know, evil demon aspect of it. The two survivors cower together, knowing that there is no escape from the evil of El Gimicko!

Jock: “Please… we didn’t do anything.”

Hero Girl: “Just let us go!”

El Gimicko merely points at the Jock, and then leaps through the air, landing on the shoulders of the large and muscular superstar Athlete.

Jock: “AHHH! GET HIM OFF ME!”

The Jock begins to run around wildly as El Gimicko sits perched on his shoulders. It’s like a chicken with his head cut off. Especially when El Gimicko, in a burst of unholy strength, rips the head right off the Jock, shooting a Mortal Kombat style fountain of blood into the air. The jock’s body falls to the ground, and El Gimicko holds the athlete’s head proudly, letting loose an evil howl. All that is left now is the hero girl. El Gimicko, still holding the head, moves slowly towards her, growling like an animal.

Hero Girl: “I have only one thing to say to you…”

She pulls a crucifix from one of the nearby graves and holds him at bay with it.

Hero Girl: “That was a great acting job!”

Suddenly, the hero girl pulls off a wig, revealing that she is not the Hero Girl at all! In fact, she is not even a woman! It’s El Traductor in Drag! He laughs loudly, as does El Gimicko, and they hug each other.

El Traductor: “Seriously El Gimicko, great segment. I think this gimmick suits you.”

El Gimicko: “Gracias. Gracias.”

El Traductor: “The death scenes were a particularly nice touch. Especially ripping that one guy’s head off. Tell me, how did we afford those special effects?”

El Gimicko: “Effectos… Especiales?”

El Traductor: “Yeah, you know, the special make-up techniques that made it look like you ripped his head off.”

El Gimicko: “No uso effectos especiales.”

El Traductor: “Wait… What?”

El Traductor looks at the head still in El Gimicko’s hand. Then down at the body. Back at the head. Back at the body. Police Sirens can be heard.

El Traductor: “Uhhhhh… we should get out of here.”

Both of them take off, leaving everything, even the head behind. Suddenly El Gimicko returns, only long enough to grab the Camera.

El Gimicko: “YO SOY… EL…”

El Traductor: “Oh jesus, I think they called the SWAT team.”

El Gimicko does not finish his catch phrase as he runs off with the camera.
YO SOY EL GIMICKO
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