Post by "The Wolf" Conrad Howell on Oct 19, 2006 15:40:16 GMT -5
(The Lovely Shanon and "The Suicide King" Chad Allen are sitting at the Slather Lamb's bar watching a guy limp his way outside)
Chad: Damn, that was what the fifth guy to limp out of here?
Shanon: Sixth, you missed one when you went to get more beer.
Chad: Jake must have really pissed Conrad off with the comments about his mother and you.
Shanon: I think he was more pissed about the one about me, and the fact that he brought up his mother. He always said being on the cover of playboy is a great honor, so I don't think that got to him as much and the childish attack on me.
Chad: Yeah, he is very protective of you.
(Shanon then gets up and walks to a door in the back. As she opens the door, fog and loud music fill the room until she closes the door behind her.)
Chad: Now Jake, you know damn well that the Handicap match has been booked, and it is just going to be The True Tag Team Champs against the pathetic remains of a once decent wrestler. Be that as it may, we still plan on kicking the crap out of Biggs for the Tag Titles. But if you want Biggs's house boy, and yourself, to get the same treatment, then come on down I'm sure we can find some more cinderblocks.
(The door in the back of the room opens and Shanon comes running out as the sound of Cher's If you believe in life after love fills the room and then fades as the door shuts)
Chad: What the fuck was that?
Shanon: He is using the Krav Maga training technique of employ, and blasting loud music, stroboscope, and a fog machine so that he can focus on ignore peripheral distractions and causing as much damage as possible.
Chad: I don't see how anyone can with stand that song, but I am sure it is played in heavy rotation at Jake's gym. Not that I would stoop to the level of call him and the people around him gay, not that there is anything wrong with that.
Shanon: No because you would never do anything like that.
Chad: Conrad was the one that made up the song, not me.
(Again the door open, but no music comes out as Wee lad leads two guys in Kilts carrying a third guy on a stretcher)
Wee Lad: This one need medical attention, so we going to take him to the hospital. Mind the bar for us?
Chad (with a big grin): Sure then Wee Lad. Sure thing.
(Wee Lad and the other exit the bar as Conrad comes out, drenched in sweet and blood. He is carrying three cinderblocks. He then places all thee on the bar, where we can see that each one has a picture of Biggs, Jake Hudson, and Kyle Johnson aka Vendetta.)
Conrad: Jake, you just caused the end of not only Biggs' career, but your's and that house boy's when I get my hands on you. You come out and talk about Shanon, which I expect a piece of shit like you to do, but then to bring up my mother. After this Sunday I hope that blanket Biggs is carring around is big enough for the both of you, cause it will be your burial shroded.
Chad: The Beatting will continue…
Conrad: Untill we feell like stopping
(The screen fades to this)
Chad: Damn, that was what the fifth guy to limp out of here?
Shanon: Sixth, you missed one when you went to get more beer.
Chad: Jake must have really pissed Conrad off with the comments about his mother and you.
Shanon: I think he was more pissed about the one about me, and the fact that he brought up his mother. He always said being on the cover of playboy is a great honor, so I don't think that got to him as much and the childish attack on me.
Chad: Yeah, he is very protective of you.
(Shanon then gets up and walks to a door in the back. As she opens the door, fog and loud music fill the room until she closes the door behind her.)
Chad: Now Jake, you know damn well that the Handicap match has been booked, and it is just going to be The True Tag Team Champs against the pathetic remains of a once decent wrestler. Be that as it may, we still plan on kicking the crap out of Biggs for the Tag Titles. But if you want Biggs's house boy, and yourself, to get the same treatment, then come on down I'm sure we can find some more cinderblocks.
(The door in the back of the room opens and Shanon comes running out as the sound of Cher's If you believe in life after love fills the room and then fades as the door shuts)
Chad: What the fuck was that?
Shanon: He is using the Krav Maga training technique of employ, and blasting loud music, stroboscope, and a fog machine so that he can focus on ignore peripheral distractions and causing as much damage as possible.
Chad: I don't see how anyone can with stand that song, but I am sure it is played in heavy rotation at Jake's gym. Not that I would stoop to the level of call him and the people around him gay, not that there is anything wrong with that.
Shanon: No because you would never do anything like that.
Chad: Conrad was the one that made up the song, not me.
(Again the door open, but no music comes out as Wee lad leads two guys in Kilts carrying a third guy on a stretcher)
Wee Lad: This one need medical attention, so we going to take him to the hospital. Mind the bar for us?
Chad (with a big grin): Sure then Wee Lad. Sure thing.
(Wee Lad and the other exit the bar as Conrad comes out, drenched in sweet and blood. He is carrying three cinderblocks. He then places all thee on the bar, where we can see that each one has a picture of Biggs, Jake Hudson, and Kyle Johnson aka Vendetta.)
Conrad: Jake, you just caused the end of not only Biggs' career, but your's and that house boy's when I get my hands on you. You come out and talk about Shanon, which I expect a piece of shit like you to do, but then to bring up my mother. After this Sunday I hope that blanket Biggs is carring around is big enough for the both of you, cause it will be your burial shroded.
Chad: The Beatting will continue…
Conrad: Untill we feell like stopping
(The screen fades to this)
