Thank You for Your Submission
Alternate Ending
Meanwhile the elevator rose quickly towards the 842nd floor with its terrible cargo. The head belonged to none other than 'Killer for Hire' Harold Munroe Mclain. Harold was having a pretty bad day, but not quite as bad as Azlm Canc's. His specialized implants were coping quite nicely with the minor setback of his recent decapitation. So well in fact, that his disembodied noggin was actually smiling when the elevator doors slid open in front of him. Harold madly wiggled his ears and flexed his facial muscles until he managed to roll out of the elevator into the foyer. He glanced around expecting shrieks of horror, tears, perhaps a heartfelt "Holy fuck there's a head on the floor!" But no one had noticed his bloody entrance.
Just as he was about to give up hope M. Bytr stumbled out of his office and almost stepped on Harold's face. His foot stopped with millimetres to spare and the old man bent down and picked Harold up by the hair. Without a word he turned on his heel and went back into his office, setting Harold's noodle on his desk and taking a seat in his leather lounger.
"What the fuck, Mclain? I hired you to kill that Azlm bitch before she could steal my job, and you couldn't even do that!" M. Bytr spat.
Harold blinked rapidly and flared his nostrils in anger.
"You're just lucky that other maniac came along and finished her off for you!"
Harold raised his eyebrows and smiled crookedly by way of answer.
"Whatever, I guess a deal's a deal. The credits are in your account. Good luck, Mclain."
M. Btyr quickly stuffed Harold's head into a FedEx box, stuck a label on it, and sent it tumbling down the mail chute.
"Thank you for your submission."
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