Post by Torture on Feb 12, 2009 5:54:24 GMT -5
- The phone is ringing. An annoying cell phone ringer. A black hand reaches down and picks it up. He puts it to his ear. That black hand belongs to Chris Avery. One of the members of the New Dynasty.
Chris Avery: What up Tort?
- Clearly, we can't understand much of what is going on during the phone conversation. While his voice is loud, we can't make out the words.
Chris Avery: Ahuh. Go on.
- Avery is putting on his loafer shoes, while continuing to listen to Torture on the other end of the phone. He slips both on, and then walks towards his front door. He opens the door.
Chris Avery: Yeah, I'm standing outside. Where the hell were you? A park? Why?
- Avery listens for a few seconds.
Chris Avery: Alright. I'm waiting..
- Chris closes his door and locks it. He walks from his front porch to the sidewalk. A little kid rides by on his bicycle.
Kid: DAVEY BOONE IS COOLER
Chris Avery: No he's not! Damn it! Davey Boone and Thunder are not cooler than anybody..
And I'm yelling to a little kid. Awesome. Get it together, Avery.
- Torture drives up right next to Avery. Chris opens the truck's door, and jumps in.
Chris Avery: So explain to me where we're going? This is supposed to be my day off.
Torture: About that. No more days off. We're getting sloppy and lazy. We need to step our shit up.
Chris Avery: Uhm. Okay.
Torture: We are going to.. somewhere. Hell if I know. Mad called me and told me to meet him there. I'm just bringing you along with me, since I figured you could get off your ass from watching Television, and get outside.
Chris Avery: Hey I wasn't on.. my.. I just.. was.. watching..
Torture: Exactly.
Chris Avery: So what about this tag match?
Torture: The one, two days after Thirteen? Nothing is about it. It's going to be simple. Step your game up, because I'm participating, in you know, that Casket match. I'm going to need you out there. Davey Boone is simple. He's about as inconsistent as they get. As for Thunder. He's just as random, but just as shockingly good. He'll get ya if you're not paying attention..
Chris Avery: Why does it sound like you're being sarcastic..
Torture: Because I am. You kidding me? You honestly think Davey Boone and Thunder are going to beat us? Damn. Avery, you're going to have to start getting more confidence in ya. Boone can't fight out of a paper bag, and Thunder, he's cool and all, but they both can't defeat me if it was a handi-cap match, what makes them think they can beat us, if I have an extra partner on my side?
Chris Avery: Sounds good to me. I'm thinking, I can take Thunder but I've never seen Boone before?
Torture: No one really cares to either. Waste of space if you ask me. Dudes one nut short of whatever something is when it's complete when it has two nuts.
Chris Avery: ..wut..
Torture: Point is. Boone wants to change the WCF. He won't. He'll fail, because his punk rocker buddies can't amount to jack diddiley squat. He can bring the entire roster from wherever the hell he came from, and it won't change the fact that I can defeat him in five minutes or less.
Chris Avery: True. So where is this place?
Torture: I don't know. Check my phone. He texted me the directions.
- Avery picks up Torts' cell phone. He scrolls through the text messages. Scene fades out.
Chris Avery: What up Tort?
- Clearly, we can't understand much of what is going on during the phone conversation. While his voice is loud, we can't make out the words.
Chris Avery: Ahuh. Go on.
- Avery is putting on his loafer shoes, while continuing to listen to Torture on the other end of the phone. He slips both on, and then walks towards his front door. He opens the door.
Chris Avery: Yeah, I'm standing outside. Where the hell were you? A park? Why?
- Avery listens for a few seconds.
Chris Avery: Alright. I'm waiting..
- Chris closes his door and locks it. He walks from his front porch to the sidewalk. A little kid rides by on his bicycle.
Kid: DAVEY BOONE IS COOLER
Chris Avery: No he's not! Damn it! Davey Boone and Thunder are not cooler than anybody..
And I'm yelling to a little kid. Awesome. Get it together, Avery.
- Torture drives up right next to Avery. Chris opens the truck's door, and jumps in.
Chris Avery: So explain to me where we're going? This is supposed to be my day off.
Torture: About that. No more days off. We're getting sloppy and lazy. We need to step our shit up.
Chris Avery: Uhm. Okay.
Torture: We are going to.. somewhere. Hell if I know. Mad called me and told me to meet him there. I'm just bringing you along with me, since I figured you could get off your ass from watching Television, and get outside.
Chris Avery: Hey I wasn't on.. my.. I just.. was.. watching..
Torture: Exactly.
Chris Avery: So what about this tag match?
Torture: The one, two days after Thirteen? Nothing is about it. It's going to be simple. Step your game up, because I'm participating, in you know, that Casket match. I'm going to need you out there. Davey Boone is simple. He's about as inconsistent as they get. As for Thunder. He's just as random, but just as shockingly good. He'll get ya if you're not paying attention..
Chris Avery: Why does it sound like you're being sarcastic..
Torture: Because I am. You kidding me? You honestly think Davey Boone and Thunder are going to beat us? Damn. Avery, you're going to have to start getting more confidence in ya. Boone can't fight out of a paper bag, and Thunder, he's cool and all, but they both can't defeat me if it was a handi-cap match, what makes them think they can beat us, if I have an extra partner on my side?
Chris Avery: Sounds good to me. I'm thinking, I can take Thunder but I've never seen Boone before?
Torture: No one really cares to either. Waste of space if you ask me. Dudes one nut short of whatever something is when it's complete when it has two nuts.
Chris Avery: ..wut..
Torture: Point is. Boone wants to change the WCF. He won't. He'll fail, because his punk rocker buddies can't amount to jack diddiley squat. He can bring the entire roster from wherever the hell he came from, and it won't change the fact that I can defeat him in five minutes or less.
Chris Avery: True. So where is this place?
Torture: I don't know. Check my phone. He texted me the directions.
- Avery picks up Torts' cell phone. He scrolls through the text messages. Scene fades out.
