Re: My Prediction
Hawg73 said:
....... Up in his private booth Al Davis is stricken by both the events of
the game and the tear gas and passes out. Paul Tagliabue was stopping by
to gloat and notices the prone Davis and performs mouth-to-mouth on him...........
NoRespect gave me an idea. DVD's commonly have alternate endings available and one popped into my head (I am running a bit of a fever tonight hence the Friday night get-a-life on here) it follows below.
..............but try as he might, Tagliabue is unable to revive Davis and he sits back exhausted and tries to wipe the smegma off his lips. Suddenly a greenish glow fills the air in the luxury box and the commisioner is stunned as a black shadow seems to depart from the prone body of the expired Davis.
The shadow rises up and it's eyes glow like red coals- a demon born in the farthest chambers of hell is released from it's human prison and prepares for its reawakening by stretching out huge batwings and fanning them at the assembled NFL brass.
The demon's eyes mock them all and then it's serpent-like maw opens wide and a hideous laugh emanates from it's foul innards just before it leaps from the box and flies to the center of the football field. By now it has attained tremendous size and the terrified patrons make a panicked scramble for the exits as Tagliabue's crew quickly vacates the scene via the secure tunnel beneath the stadium.
The demon addresses the Raider fans in a ghastly echoing voice and orders them to seek revenge for the many injustices foisted on them by the NFL and as if on cue some 30 thousand strong Raider fans come to their feet and prepare to do their masters bidding. Nobody pays much attention to the huge eerie light which is approaching from space at a rapid pace.
While the scene played out in San Diego, in a secure military facility deep in the bowels of Cheyenne mountain in Colorado Lt. Colonel Danetka stoically watches the disturbing events taking place. He presses a button on his intercom and tersely barks: "
It's happening....launch eradication plan 9" He sighs and then lights a cigarette. Blowing a cloud of smoke he turns to his aide and says "
We should have done this a lonnnng time ago". He turns to his infrared satellite image and sees the pinpoints of fires blooming all throughout California and the west.
Meanwhile some 6 trillion miles away in a Jhiirgon-class battle cruiser sailing through a fierce solar wind at the edge of the Crab Nebula, Admiral Jheelizar of the imperial border patrol picks up a stray transmission from the game on his holoscreen.
Due to the extreme distance from San Diego and the usual time distortion the game was only at the two-minute warning before the half. Jheelizar stares at the confusing images until he manages to make out two buxom human females arguing over the merits of a fermented malt product. He watches with increasing interest as the two wenches tear each others shirts off and they begin rolling in a mudbath while they vocalize shrill noises at each other.
He smiles and flips on his homing beacon and starts the giant starcraft on its journey to the source of the transmission. He checks his watch and then settles back in his chair and drapes his bright purple tentacles over the tentacle-rest. According to his calculations if they make good time, the ship can get there in appoximately two earth hours.
"This oughtta be interesting" he thinks to himself as he lights up a nicotine delivery tube. "
I should have done this a loonnnnng time ago"
