Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 17:46:14 GMT -5
The scene opens in a very familiar looking apartment. There is a brown leather couch in the middle of a room decorated with various comic memorabilia, and a dry erase board with scientific equations written all over it. Thrilla is seen fast asleep sitting at the end of the couch. A tall slender man walks in from the hallway and stops suddenly. He looks down at Thrilla and turns to go back into the hallway. He rushes across the hall to another apartment. Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny!" Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny!" Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny!". A beautiful blonde woman opens the door.
"What's the word hummingbird?"
The man with a worried look on his face points to the apartment across the hall.
"There is a man in the apartment...and he is in my spot..."
A much shorter man wearing glasses walks up from behind the blonde woman.
"Sheldon that's my cousin Mike from Kansas City...I told you he would be coming to visit this weekend."
Sheldon raises an eyebrow and scoffs.
"No you most certainly did not...had you told me I would have had proper time to edit it the house guest agreement, and got the new house guest basket prepared."
"Oh you're right I forgot...sorry."
Lenord closes the door leaving Sheldon standing there glancing back at their apartment. Sheldon turns back to the door. Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." The door opens again slowly.
"Yes Sheldon?
"He is still in my spot..."
Lenord stares at Sheldon for a second, and slams the door. Sheldon turns and slowly walks back to their apartment. By this point Thrilla has awaken, and is sitting at the counter sipping on a glass of water. Sheldon walks up to him and crosses his arms.
"Since you will be staying with us we need to go over a couple of ground rules. Nothing major just some information to help us make it through the weekend as quickly, and painlessly as possible."
Thrilla nods his head slowly with a bored look on his face. One hour and forty-five minutes later...
"Finally...you know that cozy spot on the couch that you were drooling on?"
"Yeah...?"
"That's my spot...no one sits there, but me..."
"Um...ok..."
Sheldon forces a fake smile.
"Welcome to our home then..."
Sheldon walks over to his spot, and sits down softly and slow. He leans his head down towards the cushion.
"Daddy is home, and he has missed you..."
Thrilla shakes his head in disbelief.
"Dude seriously? You are special aren't you?
Sheldon gives a fake laugh.
"I possess an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. I got my p.HD at the age of 16...I have two p.HD's and a Masters Degree so yes I am special. So what do you do for a living?"
"I am a professional wrestler."
Sheldon looks up at him for a moment.
"Oh I don't really care I was just trying to carry on the social banter that one is required to do when meeting a new person."
Thrilla looks at him confused.
"Lenord told me you were a bit off, but I had no clue just how bad you were."
Sheldon stands from his spot, and quietly walks to his bedroom. As a few moments pass he walks back out holding a gun looking object.
"Lenord didn't warn you about my death ray did he?" BaZiNgA!
Thrilla looks confused as the is a bright flash of white.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Thrilla sits up rubbing his eyes. He looks around the room to see he was in his bedroom.
"That was one fucked up dream...I gotta quit watching The Big Bang Theory before bed."
As Thrilla sits there for a moment to get himself together he hears the notification alert on his phone.
"So James finally spoke up did he? Well might as well check out what he had to say."
After a few minutes Thrilla tosses his phone down next to him.
"So James you say you have been watching everybody? I thought you looked like the creepy towel boy trying to check me out in the shower after the Battle Royal Wednesday Night. Listen...you feel unnoticed...that's fine sorry you feel that way. You seem a bit like a creepy stalker type guy so that very well could be the reason you feel unnoticed. Maybe if people were not creeped out by your crazy stalkerish ways they would take the time to notice you. I wouldn't, because I feel like you are beneath me, but others might even take the time to get to know you."
Thrilla stands up and walks over to the door leading out onto his balcony. He looks out at the fridged view of Kansas City, Missouri.
"James...you much like your teammates have 24 hours left to enjoy your weekend. I suggest you spend the time wisely, because after getting tossed in the Battle Royal and losing my chance at the Internet Championship...I will not be taking another loss tomorrow. I am focused, and I am pissed off which makes this a really shitty position for you, and your little team. I can care less about my team...I don't need them. You however had better hope your team comes through for you, because you're gonna need a fucking army to stop me come Sunday. See you soon James...see you soon."
The scene fades as Thrilla walks back into his room.
"What's the word hummingbird?"
The man with a worried look on his face points to the apartment across the hall.
"There is a man in the apartment...and he is in my spot..."
A much shorter man wearing glasses walks up from behind the blonde woman.
"Sheldon that's my cousin Mike from Kansas City...I told you he would be coming to visit this weekend."
Sheldon raises an eyebrow and scoffs.
"No you most certainly did not...had you told me I would have had proper time to edit it the house guest agreement, and got the new house guest basket prepared."
"Oh you're right I forgot...sorry."
Lenord closes the door leaving Sheldon standing there glancing back at their apartment. Sheldon turns back to the door. Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." Knock Knock Knock "Lenord and Penny." The door opens again slowly.
"Yes Sheldon?
"He is still in my spot..."
Lenord stares at Sheldon for a second, and slams the door. Sheldon turns and slowly walks back to their apartment. By this point Thrilla has awaken, and is sitting at the counter sipping on a glass of water. Sheldon walks up to him and crosses his arms.
"Since you will be staying with us we need to go over a couple of ground rules. Nothing major just some information to help us make it through the weekend as quickly, and painlessly as possible."
Thrilla nods his head slowly with a bored look on his face. One hour and forty-five minutes later...
"Finally...you know that cozy spot on the couch that you were drooling on?"
"Yeah...?"
"That's my spot...no one sits there, but me..."
"Um...ok..."
Sheldon forces a fake smile.
"Welcome to our home then..."
Sheldon walks over to his spot, and sits down softly and slow. He leans his head down towards the cushion.
"Daddy is home, and he has missed you..."
Thrilla shakes his head in disbelief.
"Dude seriously? You are special aren't you?
Sheldon gives a fake laugh.
"I possess an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. I got my p.HD at the age of 16...I have two p.HD's and a Masters Degree so yes I am special. So what do you do for a living?"
"I am a professional wrestler."
Sheldon looks up at him for a moment.
"Oh I don't really care I was just trying to carry on the social banter that one is required to do when meeting a new person."
Thrilla looks at him confused.
"Lenord told me you were a bit off, but I had no clue just how bad you were."
Sheldon stands from his spot, and quietly walks to his bedroom. As a few moments pass he walks back out holding a gun looking object.
"Lenord didn't warn you about my death ray did he?" BaZiNgA!
Thrilla looks confused as the is a bright flash of white.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Thrilla sits up rubbing his eyes. He looks around the room to see he was in his bedroom.
"That was one fucked up dream...I gotta quit watching The Big Bang Theory before bed."
As Thrilla sits there for a moment to get himself together he hears the notification alert on his phone.
"So James finally spoke up did he? Well might as well check out what he had to say."
After a few minutes Thrilla tosses his phone down next to him.
"So James you say you have been watching everybody? I thought you looked like the creepy towel boy trying to check me out in the shower after the Battle Royal Wednesday Night. Listen...you feel unnoticed...that's fine sorry you feel that way. You seem a bit like a creepy stalker type guy so that very well could be the reason you feel unnoticed. Maybe if people were not creeped out by your crazy stalkerish ways they would take the time to notice you. I wouldn't, because I feel like you are beneath me, but others might even take the time to get to know you."
Thrilla stands up and walks over to the door leading out onto his balcony. He looks out at the fridged view of Kansas City, Missouri.
"James...you much like your teammates have 24 hours left to enjoy your weekend. I suggest you spend the time wisely, because after getting tossed in the Battle Royal and losing my chance at the Internet Championship...I will not be taking another loss tomorrow. I am focused, and I am pissed off which makes this a really shitty position for you, and your little team. I can care less about my team...I don't need them. You however had better hope your team comes through for you, because you're gonna need a fucking army to stop me come Sunday. See you soon James...see you soon."
The scene fades as Thrilla walks back into his room.
