Post by mark on Jul 26, 2009 16:29:22 GMT -5
After a series of local adverts, the camera looks around and displays a mall area. In front of the camera are three familiar figures, two of which being Marc and Mark, who are carrying their tag team championships with them. Alongside them is Tiffany Jane, looking good. Behind the trio is a door, and as the camera pans up, we see a sign for “Ye Olde Pirate Paul’s Ye Olde Costume Shoppe.” Mark looks into the camera and begins to speak.
Mark: Okay, folks, this is the part of the show that the guys backstage don’t want you to see. This is the part of the show where we, The Superfans, along with Tiffany Jane, get our props for our next parody. I mean, who really wants to see this boring stuff?
Marc: Who really wants to follow us three into a costume shop, especially while we blow off steam about how irritating Exodus is?
Tiffany Jane: I do.
Tiffany Jane smiles at Marc and Mark, and nods toward the door. Mark, Marc, and Tiffany Jane all then turn and enter the costume shop. The cashier greets them with great emphasis, excited to see some customers. The Superfans give him a high five each.
Pirate Paul: Well if it ain’t my two favorite customers, Mark and Marc!
Pirate Paul sees the glowing WCF Tag Team Title belts on the shoulders of the Superfans.
I see you’ve seen some success! How did you land those belts, boys?
Mark adjusts his title belt and speaks.
Mark: We earned them by being the best tag team in WCF.
Marc: They were given to us to spark the tag team division of the company.
Pirate Paul stands back, stunned as he adjusts his eye patch.
Pirate Paul: I’ve been a wrestling fan for many years and I’ve never heard of anything like that. You two must have done some convincing over there!
Marc: It was actually Tiffany who did the paperwork for us. We just show up and do the job.
Pirate Paul laughs, being a wrestling fan and aware of the slip Marc just made.
…I mean our job, not the job. We wouldn’t be tag champs if we did the job.
Pirate Paul chuckles again as he shakes Tiffany’s hand and dismisses the boys.
Pirate Paul: I’ve got some dubloon counting to do, so you boys scamper off into the aisles and come back when you’re done. I’ll see you all in a little bit.
The Superfans, with Tiffany, grab a shopping cart, fix the camera to it and head for aisles bedecked with foam fingers, clown wigs, Joker masks and every prop under the Sun. Together, they begin discussing their issues with Exodus, whom they face at Ultimate Showdown for their newly acquired WCF Tag Team Championship belts.
Mark: Alright, so, we need to find some props for our next imitation. And Marc, who are we going to be?
Marc: Uhhh… Mark, should we really tell them?
Mark: Well, I mean, nothing can beat what we did last week can it?
Tiffany Jane: Maybe, they will figure it out at the end. I mean, that is what we hope for isn’t it?
Mark: Good point. Yes. Go with that.
They pass down one of the aisles. Wigs, make up, and bald caps down this aisle.[/color]
Marc: Okay, so, something’s been bugging me lately.
Mark: What’s that, little brother?
Marc: Well, see, I’m irked by something Exodus seems to like to say. They like to say that no one in the locker room can get the job done.
Mark: Well, that is true when they use steel chairs and other foreign objects in matches. Ladders, for instance.
Marc: But, it’s a bunch of bull! No one wanted to give us a chance before our first match, and now I feel that since we’ve won…
Mark: Since we’ve won our debut match, I think all that crap is null and void. We proved ourselves in that match, brother. There is nothing people can say about that win. We won, fair and square, and if I remember correctly, it was you that got the pin.
Tiffany Jane: After planting D-Day with a devastating Tribute Morning Star.
Marc: Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And that was a great feeling. Exodus wishes they could’ve been that good at Slam. They wish!
Mark: Indeed they do, little brother, indeed they do.
Tiffany Jane: I’m kind of glad none of the guys in the locker room are giving you much of a chance, come to think about it.
Mark and Marc looks incredulously at Tiffany Jane, who smiles.
Think about it: if no one thinks you’re any good, then you can keep flying under the radar and winning matches.
The brothers change their looks from incredulity to confusion. Tiffany Jane motions with her hand to move them through her point.
Winning matches means you get to keep the Tag Team Championships. No one respects you, but you still have WCF gold… As long as you two don’t get respect around here, you can go on winning as much as you want. You could conceivably never relinquish the titles.
Mark and Marc each get wide-eyed in realization of Tiffany’s point.
Marc: They’ll either learn to respect us, or they’ll just keep losing. I get it!
Mark: This is perfect. It’s like we can’t lose.
Mark and Marc high five each other and continue around the aisles, considering their options.
Marc: This whole bit about Gravedigger and that Borroughs guy dealing on us is still under my skin, not because they’re hitting us hard--because they aren’t--but because it makes me question who the actual members of Exodus are.
Mark chuckles.
Mark: Yeah, it seems these days that Borroughs and Gravedigger are Exodus and not Gravedigger and Chester. But I can understand why that is, given Chester has all the wit and personality of a manila envelope taped to a beige wall.
Tiffany Jane: In a taupe house with eggshell couches.
Marc: They’re just so bland and not detail-oriented like we are. We’re total opposite teams, Exodus and the Superfans.
Tiffany nods her head and expands on Marc’s point.
Tiffany Jane: It’s true enough. You guys wrestle nobly and with integrity; Exodus goes around hitting people with chairs and breaking rules.
Mark: The only thing we break every now and then is kayfabe.
Tiffany Jane: You two are tecnicos, they’re rudos. You guys wrestle for the fans, they wrestle for themselves. The Superfans are a team of role models who do what they love; Exodus is a team of underhanded deviants not even a mother could love.
Marc: Don’t forget the managerial difference, Tiff. We have a stunning, sexy brain on our side.
Mark: And they have… Borroughs. O Borroughs, the guy who speaks for Exodus when his team is too busy doing things they consider more important than wrestling. Where a team gets off complaining that they’re the only true champions of the company without taking the effort to make themselves and their faces known at all times is beyond me. It would seem to me that, if you’re going to make an honest effort to obtain championship gold, you would put yourselves out there.
Marc: Like we do. That’s the biggest difference, Exodus: the people know who we are. The fans and even the channel surfers of the world who don’t regularly watch WCF but will for a few minutes know the Superfans. We’re accessible and likable and we go out of our way to be like that.
Mark: We don’t see that in you, Exodus. We work for the damn company and we weren’t certain who out of the three of you were the wrestlers and which one was the mouthpiece until about a day ago. You alienate everyone you come in contact with, out of some misplaced sense of rebellion.
Tiffany Jane: The Superfans are altruistic; Exodus are egoistic. The Superfans are entertaining; Exodus are a bunch of cardboard cut-outs growling empty threats. We are the yin to your yang, the color to your gray and the cure for the Exodus-induced ennui that ails WCF.
Mark: I still don’t really know anything about Chester. According to Gravedigger, he’s the “strong, silent type”, but I think he’s just aware of what’s going to happen at Ultimate Showdown so he doesn’t even come around for team promos.
Marc: He knows they have no shot at Ultimate Showdown, so he does the smart thing by saving his precious few words for an opportunity he feels he can take.
Tiffany Jane: Makes sense to me.
The three of them share a laugh, then throw some props into the cart as they take it up to Pirate Paul and the register. Pirate Paul rings it up quickly.
Pirate Paul: That’ll be… $22.45, friends. What’s all this for anyway? We’ve got--
Mark and Marc stop Pirate Paul before he lists off what he just sold. He understands immediately that his customers would like to keep this secret.
I understand. Best of luck to you against those boring Exodus guys you were talking about.
Tiffany Jane: We won’t need luck, Paul. We have the skills and the natural gifts to get the job done week in and week out. Exodus needs the luck, because they’ll be lucky to walk out of Showdown having wrestled a close match and losing instead of getting absolutely crushed.
Pirate Paul flips the eye patch open with amazement.
Pirate Paul: You’re a firecracker! I like you.
Pirate Paul looks at the Superfans, who are cringing at Paul’s exposed eye. Mark turns away and Marc covers his eyes.
Marc: Dude! Put it away! Not cool! Not cool!
Mark: O man! Did you really have to whip that thing out? It’s all puss-covered and weird!
All Tiffany Jane can do is stare at the eye, both mortified and made curious by it. Pirate Paul swallows, then flips the patch down. The Superfans shake it out before being addressed again by Paul.
Pirate Paul: Will there be anything else?
Mark: Actually, yes. Could you please tell us where we could get the tables?
Pirate Paul has a good laugh in light of the items purchased. Mark begins to chuckle, then Marc begins to as Mark bursts out laughing. Tiffany Jane smiles wide before joining in the giggles. The WCF Tag Team Champions sling their title belts over their shoulders and walk out of Pirate Paul’s store, knowing they are confidently striding toward destiny at the Ultimate Showdown.
Fade to black.
Mark: Okay, folks, this is the part of the show that the guys backstage don’t want you to see. This is the part of the show where we, The Superfans, along with Tiffany Jane, get our props for our next parody. I mean, who really wants to see this boring stuff?
Marc: Who really wants to follow us three into a costume shop, especially while we blow off steam about how irritating Exodus is?
Tiffany Jane: I do.
Tiffany Jane smiles at Marc and Mark, and nods toward the door. Mark, Marc, and Tiffany Jane all then turn and enter the costume shop. The cashier greets them with great emphasis, excited to see some customers. The Superfans give him a high five each.
Pirate Paul: Well if it ain’t my two favorite customers, Mark and Marc!
Pirate Paul sees the glowing WCF Tag Team Title belts on the shoulders of the Superfans.
I see you’ve seen some success! How did you land those belts, boys?
Mark adjusts his title belt and speaks.
Mark: We earned them by being the best tag team in WCF.
Marc: They were given to us to spark the tag team division of the company.
Pirate Paul stands back, stunned as he adjusts his eye patch.
Pirate Paul: I’ve been a wrestling fan for many years and I’ve never heard of anything like that. You two must have done some convincing over there!
Marc: It was actually Tiffany who did the paperwork for us. We just show up and do the job.
Pirate Paul laughs, being a wrestling fan and aware of the slip Marc just made.
…I mean our job, not the job. We wouldn’t be tag champs if we did the job.
Pirate Paul chuckles again as he shakes Tiffany’s hand and dismisses the boys.
Pirate Paul: I’ve got some dubloon counting to do, so you boys scamper off into the aisles and come back when you’re done. I’ll see you all in a little bit.
The Superfans, with Tiffany, grab a shopping cart, fix the camera to it and head for aisles bedecked with foam fingers, clown wigs, Joker masks and every prop under the Sun. Together, they begin discussing their issues with Exodus, whom they face at Ultimate Showdown for their newly acquired WCF Tag Team Championship belts.
Mark: Alright, so, we need to find some props for our next imitation. And Marc, who are we going to be?
Marc: Uhhh… Mark, should we really tell them?
Mark: Well, I mean, nothing can beat what we did last week can it?
Tiffany Jane: Maybe, they will figure it out at the end. I mean, that is what we hope for isn’t it?
Mark: Good point. Yes. Go with that.
They pass down one of the aisles. Wigs, make up, and bald caps down this aisle.[/color]
Marc: Okay, so, something’s been bugging me lately.
Mark: What’s that, little brother?
Marc: Well, see, I’m irked by something Exodus seems to like to say. They like to say that no one in the locker room can get the job done.
Mark: Well, that is true when they use steel chairs and other foreign objects in matches. Ladders, for instance.
Marc: But, it’s a bunch of bull! No one wanted to give us a chance before our first match, and now I feel that since we’ve won…
Mark: Since we’ve won our debut match, I think all that crap is null and void. We proved ourselves in that match, brother. There is nothing people can say about that win. We won, fair and square, and if I remember correctly, it was you that got the pin.
Tiffany Jane: After planting D-Day with a devastating Tribute Morning Star.
Marc: Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And that was a great feeling. Exodus wishes they could’ve been that good at Slam. They wish!
Mark: Indeed they do, little brother, indeed they do.
Tiffany Jane: I’m kind of glad none of the guys in the locker room are giving you much of a chance, come to think about it.
Mark and Marc looks incredulously at Tiffany Jane, who smiles.
Think about it: if no one thinks you’re any good, then you can keep flying under the radar and winning matches.
The brothers change their looks from incredulity to confusion. Tiffany Jane motions with her hand to move them through her point.
Winning matches means you get to keep the Tag Team Championships. No one respects you, but you still have WCF gold… As long as you two don’t get respect around here, you can go on winning as much as you want. You could conceivably never relinquish the titles.
Mark and Marc each get wide-eyed in realization of Tiffany’s point.
Marc: They’ll either learn to respect us, or they’ll just keep losing. I get it!
Mark: This is perfect. It’s like we can’t lose.
Mark and Marc high five each other and continue around the aisles, considering their options.
Marc: This whole bit about Gravedigger and that Borroughs guy dealing on us is still under my skin, not because they’re hitting us hard--because they aren’t--but because it makes me question who the actual members of Exodus are.
Mark chuckles.
Mark: Yeah, it seems these days that Borroughs and Gravedigger are Exodus and not Gravedigger and Chester. But I can understand why that is, given Chester has all the wit and personality of a manila envelope taped to a beige wall.
Tiffany Jane: In a taupe house with eggshell couches.
Marc: They’re just so bland and not detail-oriented like we are. We’re total opposite teams, Exodus and the Superfans.
Tiffany nods her head and expands on Marc’s point.
Tiffany Jane: It’s true enough. You guys wrestle nobly and with integrity; Exodus goes around hitting people with chairs and breaking rules.
Mark: The only thing we break every now and then is kayfabe.
Tiffany Jane: You two are tecnicos, they’re rudos. You guys wrestle for the fans, they wrestle for themselves. The Superfans are a team of role models who do what they love; Exodus is a team of underhanded deviants not even a mother could love.
Marc: Don’t forget the managerial difference, Tiff. We have a stunning, sexy brain on our side.
Mark: And they have… Borroughs. O Borroughs, the guy who speaks for Exodus when his team is too busy doing things they consider more important than wrestling. Where a team gets off complaining that they’re the only true champions of the company without taking the effort to make themselves and their faces known at all times is beyond me. It would seem to me that, if you’re going to make an honest effort to obtain championship gold, you would put yourselves out there.
Marc: Like we do. That’s the biggest difference, Exodus: the people know who we are. The fans and even the channel surfers of the world who don’t regularly watch WCF but will for a few minutes know the Superfans. We’re accessible and likable and we go out of our way to be like that.
Mark: We don’t see that in you, Exodus. We work for the damn company and we weren’t certain who out of the three of you were the wrestlers and which one was the mouthpiece until about a day ago. You alienate everyone you come in contact with, out of some misplaced sense of rebellion.
Tiffany Jane: The Superfans are altruistic; Exodus are egoistic. The Superfans are entertaining; Exodus are a bunch of cardboard cut-outs growling empty threats. We are the yin to your yang, the color to your gray and the cure for the Exodus-induced ennui that ails WCF.
Mark: I still don’t really know anything about Chester. According to Gravedigger, he’s the “strong, silent type”, but I think he’s just aware of what’s going to happen at Ultimate Showdown so he doesn’t even come around for team promos.
Marc: He knows they have no shot at Ultimate Showdown, so he does the smart thing by saving his precious few words for an opportunity he feels he can take.
Tiffany Jane: Makes sense to me.
The three of them share a laugh, then throw some props into the cart as they take it up to Pirate Paul and the register. Pirate Paul rings it up quickly.
Pirate Paul: That’ll be… $22.45, friends. What’s all this for anyway? We’ve got--
Mark and Marc stop Pirate Paul before he lists off what he just sold. He understands immediately that his customers would like to keep this secret.
I understand. Best of luck to you against those boring Exodus guys you were talking about.
Tiffany Jane: We won’t need luck, Paul. We have the skills and the natural gifts to get the job done week in and week out. Exodus needs the luck, because they’ll be lucky to walk out of Showdown having wrestled a close match and losing instead of getting absolutely crushed.
Pirate Paul flips the eye patch open with amazement.
Pirate Paul: You’re a firecracker! I like you.
Pirate Paul looks at the Superfans, who are cringing at Paul’s exposed eye. Mark turns away and Marc covers his eyes.
Marc: Dude! Put it away! Not cool! Not cool!
Mark: O man! Did you really have to whip that thing out? It’s all puss-covered and weird!
All Tiffany Jane can do is stare at the eye, both mortified and made curious by it. Pirate Paul swallows, then flips the patch down. The Superfans shake it out before being addressed again by Paul.
Pirate Paul: Will there be anything else?
Mark: Actually, yes. Could you please tell us where we could get the tables?
Pirate Paul has a good laugh in light of the items purchased. Mark begins to chuckle, then Marc begins to as Mark bursts out laughing. Tiffany Jane smiles wide before joining in the giggles. The WCF Tag Team Champions sling their title belts over their shoulders and walk out of Pirate Paul’s store, knowing they are confidently striding toward destiny at the Ultimate Showdown.
Fade to black.
