Post by suicideking on Sept 21, 2006 20:08:29 GMT -5
(We open our scene to the Slaughtered Lamb Bar, where our big loser of the week, the man who had a former world champion down, and yet somehow still lost the stupid match...the man who has a FINISHER that drops his opponent on their head and decided NOT TO USE IT...)
Hey, Mr. Setting Guy, enough for Christ's sake. I think we get the idea that I lost, can we continue?
(Sorry, got carried away. Anyhow, Chad sits at the bar with a mug of beer in front of him, drowning his sorrows a bit after his loss to JJ Biggs WHO HAS A HEAD INJURY!!)
DUDE...ALRIGHT. We get it. So I called Biggs a stepping stone. SO I thought I had the plan set, work the OBVIOUSLY injured head, watch him stumble and bumble for a bit, see if I can make blood pour out of his ears. Cake, right? Guess not. He IS a former world champ after all, a point he is willing to make over and over and OVER AGAIN. So Biggzy, I still don't like you, but you can be damned sure I will NEVER underestimate you again. You showed some guts, and I respect that. Still don’t LIKE IT, but respect I will give you.
(Chad finishes off his mug of beer, slamming it down onto the bar with a loud thud and a satisfying "ahhh". He wipes his mouth off on the sleeve of his jacket and leans back a bit, a little more relaxed now. Another beer comes sliding down the bar and right into Chad's waiting hands. He chuckles, and tosses a tip onto the bar for everyone's favorite little bartender, The Wee Lad.)
NOW, it is time for the PPV, where The Sick Individuals have somehow gotten themselves into not only a tag title match, but a gang war. And since the 2 other teams are part of the 2 biggest stables, which happen to hold some of the biggest names in the fed, we are somewhat forgotten. Now mind you, this is one of those times I do not mind going unnoticed, in fact I outright prefer it. I want Biggs and Ace to be looking solely at Jackhammer and whoever that dude was that attacked us...
(Wee Lad makes his way to the side of the bar where Chad is sitting, we can only see the top of his head for a bit, until he steps up onto a step stool behind the bar.)
Ummm, Chad, that was Zafirah, that is a woman.
(Chad suddenly spits the beer he was drinking directly into the face of The Wee Lad.)
That was a CHICK? You are SURE that wasn’t a dude? Are you sure she wasn’t a dude at some point? Does she come out to "Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Aerosmith? Because...WOW...just wow. FUGLY. So anywho, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I want Biggs and Ace to be looking solely at Jackhammer and the Shim. Get it? It’s a mix of She and Him!! Comedy GOLD I tell ya!!
(Chad begins laughing hysterically at his own joke, slapping the table for effect. Wee Lad grabs a bar towel to wipe off his beer drenched face. Suddenly a hand grabs Chad's arm to stop him from hitting the table. Before Chad has a chance to react, he sees that it is his tag partner, "The Wolf" Conrad Howell, with Shanon standing right behind him.)
DUDE, your tap is OFF.
(Conrad sits on the barstool next to Chad. Another beer comes sliding down the bar, which Chad attempts to grab, but Conrad gets to a second before him. Conrad gets a sip in as Shanon rubs Conrad's shoulders.)
'Bout damn time you got here. What the hell took you so long?
(Looking back at Shanon, who has a grin on her face...)
Nevermind, don’t want to know. Good win this week. Glad ONE of us won. Who knew that the one WITHOUT the head injury would be the easy pickings?
(Conrad smirks as he takes another drink of his beer.)
Last Sunday was fun. You know how hard it was to let Ace think he was beating me, let him get a few pin attempts. But I kicked out of all of them. Then when I was done playing… Bam, QUICK DROP WITH A SUDDEN STOP. Granted this Sunday won’t be as easy. Well I hope it won’t be that easy. I do have a problem with hitting women, code and all, but like most code there are loop holes. Zafirah is willing to step into the ring of her own will, while the coward Chino steps down to fight Torture. A real man would have defended his belt and taken on Torture. But we all know only Real Men wear Kilts.
(Looking over at Chad)
You don't count, cause no one wants to see that, and I mean no one.
(Chad chuckles and raises his beer)
Your damn right about that! Well...maybe her.
(Pointing at the girl at the end of the Bar and giving a little wave. Conrad looks on slightly disgusted.)
Back to what I was saying, Chino and JackHammer think she can hold her own then that is fine. If she gets broken it will on their heads. As for Biggs and Ace, well Ace you have seen first hand what I can do and Biggs, you better rest up, because I would hate to make you retire, so you can manage or bring in your new "Man" in the gym. You seem to be oogling. But if you do make sure he ready to take on two guys, cause it seem Seth sure likes his three way.... dances.
(Conrad finishes his beer and stand up.)
I say it again it, it is time for morality to change, and even after we when the titles this Sunday....
The beatings will continue! SO JUST KILL YOURSELF AND SAVE US THE TIME!
(Chad and Conrad clinck their mugs together as we fade to black....)
Hey, Mr. Setting Guy, enough for Christ's sake. I think we get the idea that I lost, can we continue?
(Sorry, got carried away. Anyhow, Chad sits at the bar with a mug of beer in front of him, drowning his sorrows a bit after his loss to JJ Biggs WHO HAS A HEAD INJURY!!)
DUDE...ALRIGHT. We get it. So I called Biggs a stepping stone. SO I thought I had the plan set, work the OBVIOUSLY injured head, watch him stumble and bumble for a bit, see if I can make blood pour out of his ears. Cake, right? Guess not. He IS a former world champ after all, a point he is willing to make over and over and OVER AGAIN. So Biggzy, I still don't like you, but you can be damned sure I will NEVER underestimate you again. You showed some guts, and I respect that. Still don’t LIKE IT, but respect I will give you.
(Chad finishes off his mug of beer, slamming it down onto the bar with a loud thud and a satisfying "ahhh". He wipes his mouth off on the sleeve of his jacket and leans back a bit, a little more relaxed now. Another beer comes sliding down the bar and right into Chad's waiting hands. He chuckles, and tosses a tip onto the bar for everyone's favorite little bartender, The Wee Lad.)
NOW, it is time for the PPV, where The Sick Individuals have somehow gotten themselves into not only a tag title match, but a gang war. And since the 2 other teams are part of the 2 biggest stables, which happen to hold some of the biggest names in the fed, we are somewhat forgotten. Now mind you, this is one of those times I do not mind going unnoticed, in fact I outright prefer it. I want Biggs and Ace to be looking solely at Jackhammer and whoever that dude was that attacked us...
(Wee Lad makes his way to the side of the bar where Chad is sitting, we can only see the top of his head for a bit, until he steps up onto a step stool behind the bar.)
Ummm, Chad, that was Zafirah, that is a woman.
(Chad suddenly spits the beer he was drinking directly into the face of The Wee Lad.)
That was a CHICK? You are SURE that wasn’t a dude? Are you sure she wasn’t a dude at some point? Does she come out to "Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Aerosmith? Because...WOW...just wow. FUGLY. So anywho, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I want Biggs and Ace to be looking solely at Jackhammer and the Shim. Get it? It’s a mix of She and Him!! Comedy GOLD I tell ya!!
(Chad begins laughing hysterically at his own joke, slapping the table for effect. Wee Lad grabs a bar towel to wipe off his beer drenched face. Suddenly a hand grabs Chad's arm to stop him from hitting the table. Before Chad has a chance to react, he sees that it is his tag partner, "The Wolf" Conrad Howell, with Shanon standing right behind him.)
DUDE, your tap is OFF.
(Conrad sits on the barstool next to Chad. Another beer comes sliding down the bar, which Chad attempts to grab, but Conrad gets to a second before him. Conrad gets a sip in as Shanon rubs Conrad's shoulders.)
'Bout damn time you got here. What the hell took you so long?
(Looking back at Shanon, who has a grin on her face...)
Nevermind, don’t want to know. Good win this week. Glad ONE of us won. Who knew that the one WITHOUT the head injury would be the easy pickings?
(Conrad smirks as he takes another drink of his beer.)
Last Sunday was fun. You know how hard it was to let Ace think he was beating me, let him get a few pin attempts. But I kicked out of all of them. Then when I was done playing… Bam, QUICK DROP WITH A SUDDEN STOP. Granted this Sunday won’t be as easy. Well I hope it won’t be that easy. I do have a problem with hitting women, code and all, but like most code there are loop holes. Zafirah is willing to step into the ring of her own will, while the coward Chino steps down to fight Torture. A real man would have defended his belt and taken on Torture. But we all know only Real Men wear Kilts.
(Looking over at Chad)
You don't count, cause no one wants to see that, and I mean no one.
(Chad chuckles and raises his beer)
Your damn right about that! Well...maybe her.
(Pointing at the girl at the end of the Bar and giving a little wave. Conrad looks on slightly disgusted.)
Back to what I was saying, Chino and JackHammer think she can hold her own then that is fine. If she gets broken it will on their heads. As for Biggs and Ace, well Ace you have seen first hand what I can do and Biggs, you better rest up, because I would hate to make you retire, so you can manage or bring in your new "Man" in the gym. You seem to be oogling. But if you do make sure he ready to take on two guys, cause it seem Seth sure likes his three way.... dances.
(Conrad finishes his beer and stand up.)
I say it again it, it is time for morality to change, and even after we when the titles this Sunday....
The beatings will continue! SO JUST KILL YOURSELF AND SAVE US THE TIME!
(Chad and Conrad clinck their mugs together as we fade to black....)