The King Of Rock And Roll
THE KING OF ROCK AND ROLL. BY Johnny boy.
Elvis aint dead. The man they found on August 16, 1977 was just a look a like hired by some crazed fan to cover up what she had done. To this day Elvis is still alive and kicking. Just a bit….different. Let me explain…
The year was 1976, Elvis was liven the high life. Women wanted him, men wanted to be like him, he had everything. But every great performer has that one crazy fan. The one who do any thing to get at the star. In Elvis’s case it was Sherry Arlington. She was a complete die hard fan, any show that Elvis did she was there front row and center. She had every bit of Elvis merchandise, and a little bit more unnerving, she knew all the access codes to his house and even had a key. Spooky.
Elvis had just finished his New Year’s Eve show in Pittsburgh, PA. at the Civic Center Arena. And was back home in Graceland. Unknown to him, Sherry was sitting in her ford station wagon just across the street watching his bed room window and waiting for the light to go out. She had gone over her plan many times before:
“1. wait until the lights go out: Check. 2. sneak in Elvis’s house, 3. knock him out with either 4. take him to my house 5.use magic to make him mine.” The moment that his lights went out she put her plan in to action. Using her key she walked right thorough the front door and right up to his bed room. She walked in with out a sound and walked right up to him. “hello my darling,” she said “Happy new year.” “hu, whu?” Elvis said as he woke up. The moment he saw Sherry he jumped up an said “hey babe, what the hell you doing in ma house?” “I’ve come to bring you home, darling.” “come’ on lady, get out of ma house.” “no” Sherry said as she crossed her arms. “don’t make me use ma kung-fu, now. Heya!” Elvis said and dropped in to a karate pose. “oh come on now, don’t be like that.” Sherry said and threw her Either soaked rag in his face. “whu…..?” Elvis said and passed out as the rag hit his face .
when Elvis woke up he was tied to a bed frame that was put on its end. There were candles in a semicircle.
“Finally, I thought you would never wake up” Elvis looked up and sherry wearing a tight red cocktail dress.
“hey lady,” Elvis said. “you got stop this.” “aww.. but if I did that,” she said. “we wouldn’t be able to spend all our lives together.” “what the hell are you planning to do?” “I am going to change you, my sweet.” “what do ya mean?” Elvis asked “hypnotise me?” “these changes are not mantel, but physical.” She said “what are you goanna do?” Sherry walked over to her record player and put on ‘hound dog’ “use your imagination, sugar.” “your goanna turn me in to a hound dog!? Your crazy bitch” “I think you’ll be singing a different tune in a few moments.” She then cut him down and started to chant and almost immediately Elvis felt fur growing up his whole body. His hand and feet grew in to paws, his ears grew long and got floppy and his teeth grew longer and sharper. When his muzzle began to grow he (with difficulty ) stood up and bit her in the throat. She screamed in pain and fell to the floor, the moment she stopped chanting, Elvis felt the changes stop and he ran out the front door. What happened for the next few years are still unclear but ever since he came to me to tell his story, we have been searching in vain to try to find a way to change him back. All though the transformation has changed him greatly, his voice remains untouched. He dose private shows for us all the time, but still refuses to sing hound dog… Oh well. So now I leave you with these words, they say the king is dead, but I say long live the king.