Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2009 10:46:26 GMT -5
The scene opens up in one of the private rooms at Gravedigger's nightclub, The Graveyard. Gravedigger and Chester are reclining on one of the fancy couches. Gravedigger is watching ESPN while Chester has a laptop on his lap, browsing the Internet. Jayson Stasiak is seated at a table in the corner, sifting through some paperwork.
Gravedigger: Yeah I'm going to address the other night on Slam, but I don't think it's really all that important right now. Those scum-sucking leeches will pay. Let's focus on Slam and Dobbie's match.
Chester: Ok, fine. Where is Dobbie by the way?
As if on cue, all of a sudden some yelling can be heard out in the hallway. Suddenly the door to the room opens up and a muscular man sticks his head in the door.
Gravedigger: Yeah?
Man: Sir, do you know a 'Dobbie'? He says he knows you and is allowed back here.
Gravedigger: Yes, let him in. Next time you see him though, rough him up a little bit before you let him in.
Man: Yes, sir. You got it.
Chester laughs and high fives Gravedigger. Dobbie walks in and is followed by Mike D. Dobbie turns back and looks at Mike D.
Dobbie: Yo, Mike, what's the deal, dude? Why didn't you tell them who Dobbie is? You and that swoll ass head, nothing but meat in there, ain't no brain.
Mike D smirks at Dobbie and jumps at him.
Dobbie: Go ahead muh fucca, Dobbie ain't afraid of a fake ass bustah like you. Dobbie will put a 9 in Ya Grill here in front of everyone. BIAAAATCH!
Mike D rolls his eyes and walks over and closes the door to the private room. He walks over and takes a seat at the table with Jayson who starts talking to him about something. Dobbie turns to Gravedigger and Chester.
Dobbie: Damn, Dobbie bout had to bust a cap in his grill. Yo, Digga, what's the deal on Slam, bro? Why you putting Dobbie in a match with that Frosty freak? Dobbie tried his best in that handicap match!
Gravedigger looks at Dobbie.
Gravedigger: That has nothing to do with why you're in this match with Frosty. We realized that bankrupting WCF will take FOREVER, so we're doing the next best thing: destroying its wrestlers, the ones who bring in the money.
Chester turns his laptop around to reveal the WCF Forums.
Gravedigger: Look at that, look at all those fans clamoring for more Frosty? Look at the pictures of the fans wearing Frosty merchandise. If we take out the wrestlers, we take out the merchandise. If we take out the merchandise, we take out the money from WCF. You feel me, Dobbie?
Dobbie nods.
Dobbie: Yeah, yeah, Dobbie feel you, dawg. You want Dobbie to burn this fake ass bustah ass Frosty punk. You got it, bro. Dobbie gonna jump in that ring and take him out. Dobbie gonna light that place on fire and melt that wankster down. Consider it done.
The scene fades to black.
Gravedigger: Yeah I'm going to address the other night on Slam, but I don't think it's really all that important right now. Those scum-sucking leeches will pay. Let's focus on Slam and Dobbie's match.
Chester: Ok, fine. Where is Dobbie by the way?
As if on cue, all of a sudden some yelling can be heard out in the hallway. Suddenly the door to the room opens up and a muscular man sticks his head in the door.
Gravedigger: Yeah?
Man: Sir, do you know a 'Dobbie'? He says he knows you and is allowed back here.
Gravedigger: Yes, let him in. Next time you see him though, rough him up a little bit before you let him in.
Man: Yes, sir. You got it.
Chester laughs and high fives Gravedigger. Dobbie walks in and is followed by Mike D. Dobbie turns back and looks at Mike D.
Dobbie: Yo, Mike, what's the deal, dude? Why didn't you tell them who Dobbie is? You and that swoll ass head, nothing but meat in there, ain't no brain.
Mike D smirks at Dobbie and jumps at him.
Dobbie: Go ahead muh fucca, Dobbie ain't afraid of a fake ass bustah like you. Dobbie will put a 9 in Ya Grill here in front of everyone. BIAAAATCH!
Mike D rolls his eyes and walks over and closes the door to the private room. He walks over and takes a seat at the table with Jayson who starts talking to him about something. Dobbie turns to Gravedigger and Chester.
Dobbie: Damn, Dobbie bout had to bust a cap in his grill. Yo, Digga, what's the deal on Slam, bro? Why you putting Dobbie in a match with that Frosty freak? Dobbie tried his best in that handicap match!
Gravedigger looks at Dobbie.
Gravedigger: That has nothing to do with why you're in this match with Frosty. We realized that bankrupting WCF will take FOREVER, so we're doing the next best thing: destroying its wrestlers, the ones who bring in the money.
Chester turns his laptop around to reveal the WCF Forums.
Gravedigger: Look at that, look at all those fans clamoring for more Frosty? Look at the pictures of the fans wearing Frosty merchandise. If we take out the wrestlers, we take out the merchandise. If we take out the merchandise, we take out the money from WCF. You feel me, Dobbie?
Dobbie nods.
Dobbie: Yeah, yeah, Dobbie feel you, dawg. You want Dobbie to burn this fake ass bustah ass Frosty punk. You got it, bro. Dobbie gonna jump in that ring and take him out. Dobbie gonna light that place on fire and melt that wankster down. Consider it done.
The scene fades to black.
