Post by Davey Ortega on Apr 18, 2007 13:53:28 GMT -5
There will always be one person who lights the fire. Always someone who keeps you on your feet and forces you to second guess everything. For the Christians it is the Atheists, for the child is it the parent, for WCF it is NCW, for me it is Logan...and for Jack of Blades it is me. An amazing thing happend, he started to think once more. He is getting worried...about what? Ahh, the age old question. What does a man have to lose when he defines...hope? He hates his title, who he is, and what he represents. Jack just sit down, and have some Bourbon Street Grill..
*The scene opens at a quaint little restaraunt. Outcast and Davey are inside. Davey is eating what looks to be chicken, and Outcast stairs blankly at his meal.*
Davey: Eat up.
Outcast:.....
Davey: What? They fuck your order up?
Outcast: No..well...I don't know.
Davey: Huh? You ordered the Chinese Chicken, right?
*Outcast sighs*
Outcast: That is just it. Chinese? What is the name of this place again?
Davey: Bourbon Street Grill.
Outcast: Exactly.
Davey: What?
Outcast: What is your I.Q again?
*Davey, delighted to be asked that question, clears his throat as if to prepare for a speech.*
Davey: My I.Q, or Intellegence Quotient, is one hundred and sixty seven. Now aside from my genius stature, I also have an unbelievable physique. You see, I start out with-
Outcast: Davey, I didn't ask for your life story. Anyways, someone with such a miraculous I.Q must understand my problem with Chinese in Bourbon Street Grill.
*Davey shrugs.*
Outcast: Jesus Christ, BOURBON!! It's Cajun, not Chinese. Cajun! Where's the Poor Boy Sandwhiches? The Gumbo? The Jumbo Shrimp? WAITER!!!
*Davey sighs as a waiter rushes over to their table.*
Waiter: Yes Sir?
Outcast: Yes there is a problem.
Waiter: Sir?
Outcast: It's Chinese.
Waiter: And?
Outcast: This place is called Bourbon Street Grill...and you serve Chinese Chicken? No Gumbo?
Waiter: No sir.
Outcast: Unbelievable. This is a disgrace. A disgrace to my culture. You are lucky we are in a public place or I would kick your ass. Now leave...and take this Chinese shit with you.
*The waiter, a bit confused, takes his place and hurries away from the table.*
Davey: Better?
Outcast: No. Damn lies.
Davey: So, did you catch Jacks episode?
Outcast: You mean the defacing of tombstones and his lackys attempting to take shots at me?
Davey: Yeah...
Outcast: I found it...hopeful? I mean I particularly do not value the desecration of tombstones, though I am sure the WCF audiences thought it was a gas. Their hero, the champion, condoneing shit on. What a great and wise champion. I'm sorry, but this federation needs a deep look into itself. I mean is this what WCF has honestly been reduced to? A whiney champion, his lackeys shitting on graves? An owner who brought back the forsaken match? NCW would never have these autrocities. When I was champion I brought grace and respect to the WCF and NCW. Now finally I will get to bring it back again. When SUnday comes around, and the Slam main event happens it will be history.
Davey: History? How? You have been the champion twice,.
Outcast: Because, in the history of WCF, no one has ever seen the original NCW title.
Davey: You're not serious...
Outcast: Jason will be in the back, with a briefcase, in that briefcase is the original NCW World Heavyweight Championship. Though it will not be shown untill a member of Team NCW wins the title.
Davey: Why?
Outcast: I will not deface the dignity of the NCW World Heavyweight Title by just throwing it around. Ahh, think of it Davey. When I defeat Jack of Blades, The Hopeful One, I will be honored with my second NCW title reign.
Davey: And you're third WCF title reign.
Outcast: No one cares about that. The WCF title will die on Sunday, and the glorious NCW World Heavyweight Championship will come to be once more.
*Davey continues eating his food, as Outcast smiles.*
*The scene opens at a quaint little restaraunt. Outcast and Davey are inside. Davey is eating what looks to be chicken, and Outcast stairs blankly at his meal.*
Davey: Eat up.
Outcast:.....
Davey: What? They fuck your order up?
Outcast: No..well...I don't know.
Davey: Huh? You ordered the Chinese Chicken, right?
*Outcast sighs*
Outcast: That is just it. Chinese? What is the name of this place again?
Davey: Bourbon Street Grill.
Outcast: Exactly.
Davey: What?
Outcast: What is your I.Q again?
*Davey, delighted to be asked that question, clears his throat as if to prepare for a speech.*
Davey: My I.Q, or Intellegence Quotient, is one hundred and sixty seven. Now aside from my genius stature, I also have an unbelievable physique. You see, I start out with-
Outcast: Davey, I didn't ask for your life story. Anyways, someone with such a miraculous I.Q must understand my problem with Chinese in Bourbon Street Grill.
*Davey shrugs.*
Outcast: Jesus Christ, BOURBON!! It's Cajun, not Chinese. Cajun! Where's the Poor Boy Sandwhiches? The Gumbo? The Jumbo Shrimp? WAITER!!!
*Davey sighs as a waiter rushes over to their table.*
Waiter: Yes Sir?
Outcast: Yes there is a problem.
Waiter: Sir?
Outcast: It's Chinese.
Waiter: And?
Outcast: This place is called Bourbon Street Grill...and you serve Chinese Chicken? No Gumbo?
Waiter: No sir.
Outcast: Unbelievable. This is a disgrace. A disgrace to my culture. You are lucky we are in a public place or I would kick your ass. Now leave...and take this Chinese shit with you.
*The waiter, a bit confused, takes his place and hurries away from the table.*
Davey: Better?
Outcast: No. Damn lies.
Davey: So, did you catch Jacks episode?
Outcast: You mean the defacing of tombstones and his lackys attempting to take shots at me?
Davey: Yeah...
Outcast: I found it...hopeful? I mean I particularly do not value the desecration of tombstones, though I am sure the WCF audiences thought it was a gas. Their hero, the champion, condoneing shit on. What a great and wise champion. I'm sorry, but this federation needs a deep look into itself. I mean is this what WCF has honestly been reduced to? A whiney champion, his lackeys shitting on graves? An owner who brought back the forsaken match? NCW would never have these autrocities. When I was champion I brought grace and respect to the WCF and NCW. Now finally I will get to bring it back again. When SUnday comes around, and the Slam main event happens it will be history.
Davey: History? How? You have been the champion twice,.
Outcast: Because, in the history of WCF, no one has ever seen the original NCW title.
Davey: You're not serious...
Outcast: Jason will be in the back, with a briefcase, in that briefcase is the original NCW World Heavyweight Championship. Though it will not be shown untill a member of Team NCW wins the title.
Davey: Why?
Outcast: I will not deface the dignity of the NCW World Heavyweight Title by just throwing it around. Ahh, think of it Davey. When I defeat Jack of Blades, The Hopeful One, I will be honored with my second NCW title reign.
Davey: And you're third WCF title reign.
Outcast: No one cares about that. The WCF title will die on Sunday, and the glorious NCW World Heavyweight Championship will come to be once more.
*Davey continues eating his food, as Outcast smiles.*
