Post by Corey Black on Mar 14, 2010 14:09:53 GMT -5
Creeping Death: Conviction? Who the fuck is Conviction?
We open up to CD's puzzled painted face. Arms up, palms facing the sky in confusion. He's standing next to Nikki Venus, who happens to be holding one half of the WCF Tag Team Titles.[/i]
Creeping Death: I ... I can't say I'm familiar with my partner tonight! How the hell are we going to be a cohesive unit when I don't even know what the dude looks like?
Nikki Venus: Maybe you should pay more attention to everyone in WCF, not just Torture and Jay Price.
Creeping Death: Hey, hey, hey now. Tag Champion.
Nikki Venus: Doesn't mean you're the best, Corey.
CD seems taken back by Nikki's statement.
Creeping Death: Oh I am the best, ma'am. You know what else I am?
Nikki Venus: uh, what?
Creeping Death: Turn around.
Nikki kinda looks at CD all confused, and he just spins her around so she can't see him. The camera locks on the back of Nikki's head as there is some shuffling going on off screen. CD eventually taps Nikki on the shoulder, indicating she should turn around once more. She does, and her face tells the story. Absolutely no emotion.
Electronic Toy: I AM IRON MAN!
The camera pans out and CD is wearing a cheap plastic Iron Man mask, complete with wrist mounted missile launchers.
Nikki Venus: I am not impressed.
CD flicks his wrist back and shows his palm to Nikki. The toy extends down and has a blue light which flashes. Suddenly the missiles fire and hit Nikki directly in the chest!
Creeping Death: Haha! Take that, Black Widow!
Nikki is unphased.
Creeping Death: How is this possible?! Is the Mandarin encasing you in a protective shield of wonder and doom?!
Nikki turns around slowly and walks out of the room, but places CD's Tag Team Championship on a table on her way out.
Creeping Death: Aw, come on! I bet I could beat Jay Price with this stuff! ... Nikki? Nikki? Ah GODDAMNIT!
Fade.
We open up to CD's puzzled painted face. Arms up, palms facing the sky in confusion. He's standing next to Nikki Venus, who happens to be holding one half of the WCF Tag Team Titles.[/i]
Creeping Death: I ... I can't say I'm familiar with my partner tonight! How the hell are we going to be a cohesive unit when I don't even know what the dude looks like?
Nikki Venus: Maybe you should pay more attention to everyone in WCF, not just Torture and Jay Price.
Creeping Death: Hey, hey, hey now. Tag Champion.
Nikki Venus: Doesn't mean you're the best, Corey.
CD seems taken back by Nikki's statement.
Creeping Death: Oh I am the best, ma'am. You know what else I am?
Nikki Venus: uh, what?
Creeping Death: Turn around.
Nikki kinda looks at CD all confused, and he just spins her around so she can't see him. The camera locks on the back of Nikki's head as there is some shuffling going on off screen. CD eventually taps Nikki on the shoulder, indicating she should turn around once more. She does, and her face tells the story. Absolutely no emotion.
Electronic Toy: I AM IRON MAN!
The camera pans out and CD is wearing a cheap plastic Iron Man mask, complete with wrist mounted missile launchers.
Nikki Venus: I am not impressed.
CD flicks his wrist back and shows his palm to Nikki. The toy extends down and has a blue light which flashes. Suddenly the missiles fire and hit Nikki directly in the chest!
Creeping Death: Haha! Take that, Black Widow!
Nikki is unphased.
Creeping Death: How is this possible?! Is the Mandarin encasing you in a protective shield of wonder and doom?!
Nikki turns around slowly and walks out of the room, but places CD's Tag Team Championship on a table on her way out.
Creeping Death: Aw, come on! I bet I could beat Jay Price with this stuff! ... Nikki? Nikki? Ah GODDAMNIT!
Fade.
