Post by Chris Avery on Nov 25, 2010 22:55:57 GMT -5
- The scene opens up to a familiar two story mansion in downtown Los Angeles, California. We now pan through the living room where Torture is standing in the kitchen with a pot of Turkey sitting in front of him on a counter. Chris Avery is sitting at the dinner table in the front room with his Television Championship title sitting on the table next to his plate. Across from him is Tank Reaper who is eating a bread roll. The bread roll looks almost like a small grain of sand in the palm of his hand due to his large body. Shaun Jackson walks out of a back room down the hallway and walks towards the table..
Shaun Jackson: Ahh yeah..
Tank Reaper: FUCK YEAH!
- Jackson sits at the table next to Tank as a high class prostitute walks out from the same room adjusting her skirt. She sits down at the table as Torture brings in the turkey and sets it down. The camera swings around and now we see at the other end of the table is Jay Price. Torture has the turkey pre-cut and sits down in the chair. Dishes get passed around and food is being set on each plate in front of them. Avery speaks up before anyone really begins eating.
Chris Avery: I think we should all be thankful today, yeah?
- Torture nods.
Chris Avery: I'm thankful today that Bo Young is back on the short list of wrestlers that the WCF think are deserving of a match with me inside the ring for my Television Championship. Haha. Come on, with Tank and Jackson always ringside having my back, no one can handle me, not even that Lone Wolf guy. I'm cruising over Bo Young this week, and at One, I'll have cemented myself as the greatest Television Champion of all time! What's not to be thankful for! I'm with the greatest team in the world!
- Tank smiles and begins to speak.
Tank: OOhhhh yeah brotha! I'm thankful for this hot piece of fuckin' ass that I got to share with my brother from another mother Shaun Jackson baby! Yesss! And not to forget the best ziplock bag of MOTHERFUCKIN CUBAN COCAINE BABY! DA BEST MONEY CAN BUY! WHOOOO!!!
- A huge slap of high fives for Tank and Jackson, Tank and Avery, and Tank and the high class prostitute.
Jackson: I'm just thankful to be surrounded by some real ass mother fuckers that know what it means to be winners. Fuck all that family bullshit, long as you got bros around you you're just fine. Gettin' good food and comin' up with some more plans for this Monday Night Slam! We got a good one, right Torture?
- Torture nods slowly and begins to speak.
Torture: Yes, we do.
Avery: What's up bro?
Torture: Kane isn't getting to me if that's what you're thinking..
Avery: It's not what I was sayin' man..
Torture: Good. Eat the food. Jay, you thankful for somethin'?
Jay Price: Fuck no. You know me, I don't believe in any of that divine intervention bullshit. I know what I want, and if I can't have it, I take it by straight force. But you know, I should thank Seth for giving me the week off....cuz it just gives me more time to figure out how I'm going to end that piece of shit Logan's career.
Avery: That's real talk brotha, real talk.
Prostitute: I'm thank-
Tank: Shut the hell up you bitch! I don't pay you to talk! I pay you to fuck and fuck well! Now eat that damn plate of food before I eat it for you.
Jackson: Damn, bitch got told!
- The prostitute just lowers her head and begins eating.
Avery: You hear from Creeps?
Torture: Yeah, he's spending thanksgiving wherever the hell he's at today, but either way he's ready for Monday night. His match with Brad Kane will be a match where we will all be participating in one way or another. You can all count on that and just so we're clear, from here on out I need A-games. We're going into One looking a bit shady but at One is where most of our bigger picture plans come together. Jay, you're going to wrap that World Heavyweight Championship around your waist, Brad Kane is going to remember the night he destroyed his legacy by being pinned by me, Avery will be retaining the Television Championship, Tank and Jackson are going to make names for themselves on the biggest god damn stage in sports entertainment. We are here for War, and we're taking no prisoners from his moment on. Alright?
- The boys nod and Torture looks over at Price.
Torture: Besides, Jackson can't lose at One.. You gotta be booked to have a chance to lose!
- The rest of the crew start to laugh. Jackson shakes his head in disbelief as Torture eats the rest of his food.
Jay Price: Go easy on the kid, Tort. I mean, technically I'm not even booked for One as far as I know, so Jackson here might not be the only one in the back being forced to play cheerleader. Then again...I might just make my presence known for the hell of it.
- Price winks at the camera as he goes back to eating.
Avery: Real talk again brotha, I honestly don't care if Lone Wolf can't even make it to One, contractually I have to defend my Championship at One, and basically the next few Slams, but I know I got this in the bag. Bo Young? Check. Mate. Those Big Time Jerkoffs are nothing, let alone the rest of Wrestling Championship Federation. My mentor is Torture, and I'm unofficially ranked in the top five best wrestlers at this moment, and that means I'm quickly becoming the best wrestler, and with Price and the rest of you guys surrounding me, I mean, come on.. really.. just look at the situation I'm in.. it's the best! I'm the truth baby, and you know it ain't a lie!
- The scene fades out as Thanksgiving continues.
Shaun Jackson: Ahh yeah..
Tank Reaper: FUCK YEAH!
- Jackson sits at the table next to Tank as a high class prostitute walks out from the same room adjusting her skirt. She sits down at the table as Torture brings in the turkey and sets it down. The camera swings around and now we see at the other end of the table is Jay Price. Torture has the turkey pre-cut and sits down in the chair. Dishes get passed around and food is being set on each plate in front of them. Avery speaks up before anyone really begins eating.
Chris Avery: I think we should all be thankful today, yeah?
- Torture nods.
Chris Avery: I'm thankful today that Bo Young is back on the short list of wrestlers that the WCF think are deserving of a match with me inside the ring for my Television Championship. Haha. Come on, with Tank and Jackson always ringside having my back, no one can handle me, not even that Lone Wolf guy. I'm cruising over Bo Young this week, and at One, I'll have cemented myself as the greatest Television Champion of all time! What's not to be thankful for! I'm with the greatest team in the world!
- Tank smiles and begins to speak.
Tank: OOhhhh yeah brotha! I'm thankful for this hot piece of fuckin' ass that I got to share with my brother from another mother Shaun Jackson baby! Yesss! And not to forget the best ziplock bag of MOTHERFUCKIN CUBAN COCAINE BABY! DA BEST MONEY CAN BUY! WHOOOO!!!
- A huge slap of high fives for Tank and Jackson, Tank and Avery, and Tank and the high class prostitute.
Jackson: I'm just thankful to be surrounded by some real ass mother fuckers that know what it means to be winners. Fuck all that family bullshit, long as you got bros around you you're just fine. Gettin' good food and comin' up with some more plans for this Monday Night Slam! We got a good one, right Torture?
- Torture nods slowly and begins to speak.
Torture: Yes, we do.
Avery: What's up bro?
Torture: Kane isn't getting to me if that's what you're thinking..
Avery: It's not what I was sayin' man..
Torture: Good. Eat the food. Jay, you thankful for somethin'?
Jay Price: Fuck no. You know me, I don't believe in any of that divine intervention bullshit. I know what I want, and if I can't have it, I take it by straight force. But you know, I should thank Seth for giving me the week off....cuz it just gives me more time to figure out how I'm going to end that piece of shit Logan's career.
Avery: That's real talk brotha, real talk.
Prostitute: I'm thank-
Tank: Shut the hell up you bitch! I don't pay you to talk! I pay you to fuck and fuck well! Now eat that damn plate of food before I eat it for you.
Jackson: Damn, bitch got told!
- The prostitute just lowers her head and begins eating.
Avery: You hear from Creeps?
Torture: Yeah, he's spending thanksgiving wherever the hell he's at today, but either way he's ready for Monday night. His match with Brad Kane will be a match where we will all be participating in one way or another. You can all count on that and just so we're clear, from here on out I need A-games. We're going into One looking a bit shady but at One is where most of our bigger picture plans come together. Jay, you're going to wrap that World Heavyweight Championship around your waist, Brad Kane is going to remember the night he destroyed his legacy by being pinned by me, Avery will be retaining the Television Championship, Tank and Jackson are going to make names for themselves on the biggest god damn stage in sports entertainment. We are here for War, and we're taking no prisoners from his moment on. Alright?
- The boys nod and Torture looks over at Price.
Torture: Besides, Jackson can't lose at One.. You gotta be booked to have a chance to lose!
- The rest of the crew start to laugh. Jackson shakes his head in disbelief as Torture eats the rest of his food.
Jay Price: Go easy on the kid, Tort. I mean, technically I'm not even booked for One as far as I know, so Jackson here might not be the only one in the back being forced to play cheerleader. Then again...I might just make my presence known for the hell of it.
- Price winks at the camera as he goes back to eating.
Avery: Real talk again brotha, I honestly don't care if Lone Wolf can't even make it to One, contractually I have to defend my Championship at One, and basically the next few Slams, but I know I got this in the bag. Bo Young? Check. Mate. Those Big Time Jerkoffs are nothing, let alone the rest of Wrestling Championship Federation. My mentor is Torture, and I'm unofficially ranked in the top five best wrestlers at this moment, and that means I'm quickly becoming the best wrestler, and with Price and the rest of you guys surrounding me, I mean, come on.. really.. just look at the situation I'm in.. it's the best! I'm the truth baby, and you know it ain't a lie!
- The scene fades out as Thanksgiving continues.
