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El Rey De La Violencia!; El RP Dos!
Topic Started: Jan 5 2008, 07:35 PM (117 Views)
El Gimicko
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The camera opens to show a dungeon. A dungeon’s dungeon. The sort of the place that would make a Spanish Inquisitor uncomfortable. There, amongst the chains and skeletons, is the Diabolic duo themselves, “The Hell Spawn Executioner” El Gimicko, and his sinister manager El Traductor. They face the camera, posing grimly. El Gimicko is hunched down, hissing, moving like a cat through the grim darkness.

El Gimicko: “No me gusta esta lugar. Hace frio, y pienso que tenga una rata en mis botas. Podemos salir El Traductor?”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says that tomorrow night, he will deliver onto you, Peter Gilmour, pain that you have never felt before. You like to talk about being the Executioner, the bringer of death and violence, but I am afraid you have met your match. You may be a Hell Spawn Peter Gilmour, but tomorrow night, you will be facing the Executioner of Hell Spawn, El Gimicko.”

El Gimicko: “Por que no traducir que yo diga correctamente? A causa de usted, yo necesito luchar Gilmour en una pelea muy violenta. Sabe que sucederame?”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says that he does not fear your threats of violence. Only a fool could allow himself to believe that he could actually harm the Hell Spawn Executioner. El Gimicko asks, what weapons could you possibly use to defeat him?”

El Gimicko: “Todos?”

El Traductor: “Nothing. Let’s say, you want to use a Fluorescent Light.”

El Traductor goes to the Dungeon wall and retrieves a fluorescent light, bringing it back over to El Gimicko.

El Gimicko: “Que hace con este?”

El Traductor: “BEHOLD THE POWER OF THE HELL SPAWN EXECUTIONER!”

El Traductor takes a big swing and breaks the fluorescent light right off of El Gimicko’s head. El Gimicko falls to the ground clutching his head, yelping in pain.

El Gimicko: “Ayiyiyiyiyi, madre de dios. Por que hacelo? Mi cabeza! Me duele!”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says that he feels no pain. He says to look at him, Peter Gilmour, look at him as he rolls on the ground, laughing at the weakness of the blow.”

The camera pans down to El Gimicko, who is rolling on the ground in pain, yelping out Spanish obscenities.

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says, not impressed? What if you want to use something a little bit harder?”

El Gimicko: “Que?”

El Traductor: “Like a beer bottle.”

El Gimicko: “QUE?”

El Traductor once again walks over to the wall of weapons, this time selecting an empty beer bottle from the gruesome assortment. When he attempts to return to El Gimicko, El Gimicko moves away, keeping his distance between the beer bottle and himself.

El Traductor: “Stand still!”

El Gimicko: “No! Puto! Chinga tu Madre!”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says, look at the speed he will use to avoid your blows. How can you hope to catch a creature such as himself. He is like a bat out of hell.”

El Gimicko is on the completely other side of the dungeon now, as El Traductor seems to be losing his breath. Feeling safe, El Gimicko sticks his tongue out at El Traductor. El Traductor merely throws the bottle right at El Gimicko, hitting him right in the face. The glass explodes, and once again El Gimicko hits the ground in pain.

El Gimicko: “Ayiyiyiyiyi! El Vidirio esta en mis ojos! No puedo ver! Dios Mios! No puedo ver!”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says, look how I shrug off your blows. Even if you attempt to hit me from afar, I once again roll on the ground in laughter of your weakness. The shards of glass are like drops of rain to me. They refresh me! I crave them!”

With a great deal of effort, El Gimicko manages to get to his feet, still clutching his eyes. He stumbles around blindly, trying to feel the wall to find where to go. Each step is accentuated by his wobbling legs. As El Gimicko stumbles about, El Traductor goes for a steel chair on the wall of weapons.

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says that he knows you are a fan of the classics.”

El Gimicko: “Dios Mios. Donde estas? Por favor, no me golpee ya!”

El Traductor: “He says that he has faced many Steel Chairs in his career. Do you think you could ever swing it enough times to bring him down? He says to watch as he takes these blows.”

El Gimicko: “No! No no no no no no!”

El Gimicko covers his head and tries to get away from El Traductor, still blind. Now that he is slowed down, El Traductor easily catches up to El Gimicko, and slams the Steel Chair down directly onto his head. El Gimicko’s eyes roll back in his head and he hits the ground with a thump.

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says, your chair shots bore him. They are so tedious, so pathetic, that they cause him to fall asleep. Look!”

The camera pans down to a clearly unconscious El Gimicko. His leg twitches a little. El Traductor speaks from off camera.

El Traductor: “That is what El Gimicko thinks of you, he thinks of you as boring. As dull. He could fight a match with you asleep. He says your blows will be so weak, that they could not hope to even wake him from a nap! Behold!”

El Traductor returns to frame with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. With a lighter, El Traductor sets the baseball bat on fire, making it a flaming baseball bat wrapped with Barbed Wire. El Traductor begins to continually hit the unconscious El Gimicko with the weapon of death as he lies there helpless.

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says to look upon him, Peter Gilmour! Look at how he naps through the blows from a weapon such as the flaming barbed wire baseball bat. He barely even moves as the blows are rained upon him. Do you not see how futile your fight with him will be?”

Having had enough, El Traductor picks up the limp El Gimicko, and holds him up the camera. El Gimicko’s eyes are still glazed over, and he is sort of muttering to himself.

El Gimicko: “Me llamo Chelsea. Yo quiero besar todos los chicos. Dame un cabellito, por favor.”

El Traductor: “El Gimicko says, look into my eyes, Peter Gilmour. Look into my eyes, to see the heart of true evil, of true violence. Within these eyes you will find your doom, Executioner. Within these eyes, you will know your fate.”

The camera begins to pan in on El Gimicko’s eyes, but before they get the close up, El Gimicko simply falls backwards unconscious.
YO SOY EL GIMICKO
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