Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2011 17:12:43 GMT -5
The scene opens up in what looks like a club but it's actually a restaurant with a bar and a dancefloor. Gina and a scrubbed and clean Phil are on the dancefloor amongst a throng of Mexican señors and señoritas. Everyone on the floor is dancing in an aggressively and overtly sexual manner. Most All of them appear to be drunk and/or high. The music that's playing has a distinctive Latin flair. Phil takes a brief break from bumping butts with Gina to walk over to the DJ and make a request. The DJ initially appears hesitant to oblige Phil's request, but they achieve an understanding after Phil slips the DJ a wad of hundred dollar greenbacks. Phil commences grinding his manhood into Gina's asscrack and after a few moments the Latin dance track gives way to the pulsating and alluring beat of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes".
Roughly half of the partisan Mexican crowd clears out of the dancefloor, but this simply gives Phil and Gina more room to dance. They bust out some ballroom style moves while singing along to the lyrics of the song.
Phil: ♫♫I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me with the title then you know it's Phillip Baines. If you try to take my belt, then bitch I'll make you pay. Put your ass through a table and kick you in the face. Said I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me with the title then you know it's Phillip Baines. If you try to take my belt, then bitch I'll make you pay. Put your ass through a table and kick you in the face.♫♫
As Phil sings he twirls Gina. Gina does a 720-spin and winds up in Phil's arms. He pulls her close and she pushes her boobs all up in his face.
Phil: ♫♫Sometimes I think standing in rings. Every bitch I step to I'm clocking that game. Baines is a winner, I'm making my fame. Bona fide hustle-luh making my name. Sometimes I think standing in rings. Every bitch I step to I'm clocking that game. Baines is a winner, I'm making my fame. Bona fide hustle-luh making my name.♫♫
Gina is bouncing her titties and her ass in time to the beat.
Gina: ♫♫All he wanna do is, BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, and a... CHA-CHING! And take your money. All he wanna do is, BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, and a... CHA-CHING! And take your money!♫♫
While Phil and Gina enjoy the music and each other, Bobby and Emily eat their dinner at a private booth in the corner of the restaurant. Armed guards are on watch to protect them from harassment. Bobby bites off a mouthful of enchilada and then bellows out to his friends, just barely audible over the music.
Bobby: Hey! Phil! Gina! Get your horny asses over here! Your food's getting cold and it's about to get eaten... by me!
Gina and Phil thrust groins a few times before achieving a mutual climax. They make lovey-dovey eyes at each other as they walk with hands on asses over to the booth where Bobby and Emily are seated. Phil and Gina sit down across from each other, with Gina sliding into the booth next to Emily and Phil sliding in next to Bobby. Gina and Phil immediately dig into their food, famished from their high octane dance routine.
Bobby: I haven't seen dancing like that since the Britney Spears concert that I took you to, Emmy.
Emily smiles.
Emily: That was an incredible night!
Phil: Oh... *chewing his food* did Britney put on a good show?
Bobby: Damned if I can remember. I was high as a motherfucker. Only thing I do remember is when "Hold It Against Me" started playing I unzipped my pants and fucked Emmy in the ass. Best five-hundred bucks I ever spent on concert tickets.
Bobby and Emily exchange lustful glances. Phil stuffs a tamale into his mouth.
Phil: [talking with mouth full] Man, I tell you *chew-chew-chew* life is good. I should've started busting heads in WCF a long time ago! Aha!
Bobby: It's not that simple, Phil. You can't just come in and dominate--
Phil: I already have! *chew-chew-chew*
Bobby glares at Phil.
Bobby: Do not interrupt me, boy. I'll whoop your ass right here in front of your girl.
Phil looks sheepishly at Gina, who goes about eating her soft-shell taco.
Phil: Sorry. Go ahead. *chew-chew-chew*
Bobby: You can't just come in and dominate without putting in the work. You take Jason Kash for example. He didn't last too long during his first stint in WCF, but he checked himself, worked on his game, fine-tuned his shit and now he's back in WCF and wearing championship gold.
Phil: Man, kill that noise. Kash sucks donkey dick and unfortunately for him I'm only equipped with rhinoceros dick. The man is a clown.
Bobby: You're talking some real ignorant shit, Phil. Kash is more than just a comedy act and if you don't realize that then you need to get your head together.
Bobby thumps on his noggin with his forefingers to emphasis his point.
Phil: Oh really? More than a comedy act? How else would you describe a man who spends his days smoking pot and bouncing on trampolines? How else would you describe a man who's deluded himself into believing that the Television Championship is relevant?
Bobby crinkles his forehead and raises an eyebrow at that remark.
Phil: I mean don't get me wrong it was a major title when you held it, Bobby, but now being TV Champ just means that you're king of the midcard. Kash and his buddy Shane Borderland didn't help its credibility any with that nonsense they pulled. I know that you hated seeing that.
Bobby nods his head as he swallows a mouthful of enchilada.
Bobby: You're damn right I did.
Phil: It's just a damn shame that my match with Kash is non-title. I'd love to add a second championship belt to my collection and add some much needed prestige to the Television Champion.
Emily: Hey, Bobby's right, Phil. Don't go getting cocky now. You've had two great matches, but you have a long way to go and even the best of the best have off-nights.
Bobby: That's absolutely true. I've lost matches and I'm Bobby Cairo!
Phil: Are you guys serious? I've already defeated superior competition. Creeping Death, a WCF Hall of Famer? He beat you, Bobby.
Bobby: Do you have to keep mentioning that? Besides, that was back when he was at his peak.
Phil: Even so, I beat the man in his element in a hardcore environment. More pertinently, I am the first man to defeat Creeping Death in a WCF Classic match! You cannot sneeze at that. Even you can't with your pretty little nose and all of the pretty little boogers inside of it, babe.
Phil and Gina lean across the table and touch noses. Gina makes dolphin sounds while Phil smiles at her. They sit down, temporarily restoring order to the proceedings.
Phil: And how about Greenfever? Kash might have green fever of his own, but I beat the real deal, the genuine article! Who has Kash beaten to get this far? Terry freakin' Roberts and Buzzsaw Bundy? Give me a break.
Phil blows a raspberry and then chuckles. Bobby glares at Phil from across the table.
Bobby: What did you just say?
Phil: What? I'm making fun of the jobbers that Kash has beaten!
Bobby leans onto the table with his elbow and cocks his head toward Phil. He looks him straight in the eye.
Bobby: If you ever talk shit about Buzzsaw Bundy in my presence again you and I are going to have more than words.
Phil looks at Gina with a puzzled expression and then back at Bobby.
Phil: Are you clowning me right now, Bobby?
Bobby's expression does not change. He's not clowning.
Phil: Whatever, man. You're nuts.
Emily rubs Bobby's crotch with her foot under the table in an effort to calm him down.
Emily: It's alright, sweetie. Phil was just joking, ok?
Bobby looks at Emily and lets out a sigh. He nods his head.
Bobby: You're right, Emmy. I'm sorry. I got carried away.
Emily looks at Phil.
Emily: I'm sorry, Phil. Bobby LOVES Buzzsaw Bundy!
Phil raises an eyebrow.
Phil: Alright... uh, you know what? You have a point, Bobby. You too, Emily. Kash ain't a joke, that's just the alcohol in me talking, but I know I can beat the motherfucker. Right now though I just wanna have a good time.
Phil sticks another tamale into his mouth, then he stands up and takes Gina's hand.
Phil: Gina, *chew-chew-chew* let's go, babe. I've got another wad of Benjamins in my pocket *chew-chew-chew* and I wanna try that thing that Bobby was talking about with the Britney song.
Gina has a devilish smile on her face.
Gina: I'm down.
Gina winks at Phil and together they strut with their hands on each other's asses back to the dancefloor. Meanwhile, Emily continues to work Bobby under the table as Bobby's eyes roll back into his head.
Roughly half of the partisan Mexican crowd clears out of the dancefloor, but this simply gives Phil and Gina more room to dance. They bust out some ballroom style moves while singing along to the lyrics of the song.
Phil: ♫♫I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me with the title then you know it's Phillip Baines. If you try to take my belt, then bitch I'll make you pay. Put your ass through a table and kick you in the face. Said I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me with the title then you know it's Phillip Baines. If you try to take my belt, then bitch I'll make you pay. Put your ass through a table and kick you in the face.♫♫
As Phil sings he twirls Gina. Gina does a 720-spin and winds up in Phil's arms. He pulls her close and she pushes her boobs all up in his face.
Phil: ♫♫Sometimes I think standing in rings. Every bitch I step to I'm clocking that game. Baines is a winner, I'm making my fame. Bona fide hustle-luh making my name. Sometimes I think standing in rings. Every bitch I step to I'm clocking that game. Baines is a winner, I'm making my fame. Bona fide hustle-luh making my name.♫♫
Gina is bouncing her titties and her ass in time to the beat.
Gina: ♫♫All he wanna do is, BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, and a... CHA-CHING! And take your money. All he wanna do is, BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, and a... CHA-CHING! And take your money!♫♫
While Phil and Gina enjoy the music and each other, Bobby and Emily eat their dinner at a private booth in the corner of the restaurant. Armed guards are on watch to protect them from harassment. Bobby bites off a mouthful of enchilada and then bellows out to his friends, just barely audible over the music.
Bobby: Hey! Phil! Gina! Get your horny asses over here! Your food's getting cold and it's about to get eaten... by me!
Gina and Phil thrust groins a few times before achieving a mutual climax. They make lovey-dovey eyes at each other as they walk with hands on asses over to the booth where Bobby and Emily are seated. Phil and Gina sit down across from each other, with Gina sliding into the booth next to Emily and Phil sliding in next to Bobby. Gina and Phil immediately dig into their food, famished from their high octane dance routine.
Bobby: I haven't seen dancing like that since the Britney Spears concert that I took you to, Emmy.
Emily smiles.
Emily: That was an incredible night!
Phil: Oh... *chewing his food* did Britney put on a good show?
Bobby: Damned if I can remember. I was high as a motherfucker. Only thing I do remember is when "Hold It Against Me" started playing I unzipped my pants and fucked Emmy in the ass. Best five-hundred bucks I ever spent on concert tickets.
Bobby and Emily exchange lustful glances. Phil stuffs a tamale into his mouth.
Phil: [talking with mouth full] Man, I tell you *chew-chew-chew* life is good. I should've started busting heads in WCF a long time ago! Aha!
Bobby: It's not that simple, Phil. You can't just come in and dominate--
Phil: I already have! *chew-chew-chew*
Bobby glares at Phil.
Bobby: Do not interrupt me, boy. I'll whoop your ass right here in front of your girl.
Phil looks sheepishly at Gina, who goes about eating her soft-shell taco.
Phil: Sorry. Go ahead. *chew-chew-chew*
Bobby: You can't just come in and dominate without putting in the work. You take Jason Kash for example. He didn't last too long during his first stint in WCF, but he checked himself, worked on his game, fine-tuned his shit and now he's back in WCF and wearing championship gold.
Phil: Man, kill that noise. Kash sucks donkey dick and unfortunately for him I'm only equipped with rhinoceros dick. The man is a clown.
Bobby: You're talking some real ignorant shit, Phil. Kash is more than just a comedy act and if you don't realize that then you need to get your head together.
Bobby thumps on his noggin with his forefingers to emphasis his point.
Phil: Oh really? More than a comedy act? How else would you describe a man who spends his days smoking pot and bouncing on trampolines? How else would you describe a man who's deluded himself into believing that the Television Championship is relevant?
Bobby crinkles his forehead and raises an eyebrow at that remark.
Phil: I mean don't get me wrong it was a major title when you held it, Bobby, but now being TV Champ just means that you're king of the midcard. Kash and his buddy Shane Borderland didn't help its credibility any with that nonsense they pulled. I know that you hated seeing that.
Bobby nods his head as he swallows a mouthful of enchilada.
Bobby: You're damn right I did.
Phil: It's just a damn shame that my match with Kash is non-title. I'd love to add a second championship belt to my collection and add some much needed prestige to the Television Champion.
Emily: Hey, Bobby's right, Phil. Don't go getting cocky now. You've had two great matches, but you have a long way to go and even the best of the best have off-nights.
Bobby: That's absolutely true. I've lost matches and I'm Bobby Cairo!
Phil: Are you guys serious? I've already defeated superior competition. Creeping Death, a WCF Hall of Famer? He beat you, Bobby.
Bobby: Do you have to keep mentioning that? Besides, that was back when he was at his peak.
Phil: Even so, I beat the man in his element in a hardcore environment. More pertinently, I am the first man to defeat Creeping Death in a WCF Classic match! You cannot sneeze at that. Even you can't with your pretty little nose and all of the pretty little boogers inside of it, babe.
Phil and Gina lean across the table and touch noses. Gina makes dolphin sounds while Phil smiles at her. They sit down, temporarily restoring order to the proceedings.
Phil: And how about Greenfever? Kash might have green fever of his own, but I beat the real deal, the genuine article! Who has Kash beaten to get this far? Terry freakin' Roberts and Buzzsaw Bundy? Give me a break.
Phil blows a raspberry and then chuckles. Bobby glares at Phil from across the table.
Bobby: What did you just say?
Phil: What? I'm making fun of the jobbers that Kash has beaten!
Bobby leans onto the table with his elbow and cocks his head toward Phil. He looks him straight in the eye.
Bobby: If you ever talk shit about Buzzsaw Bundy in my presence again you and I are going to have more than words.
Phil looks at Gina with a puzzled expression and then back at Bobby.
Phil: Are you clowning me right now, Bobby?
Bobby's expression does not change. He's not clowning.
Phil: Whatever, man. You're nuts.
Emily rubs Bobby's crotch with her foot under the table in an effort to calm him down.
Emily: It's alright, sweetie. Phil was just joking, ok?
Bobby looks at Emily and lets out a sigh. He nods his head.
Bobby: You're right, Emmy. I'm sorry. I got carried away.
Emily looks at Phil.
Emily: I'm sorry, Phil. Bobby LOVES Buzzsaw Bundy!
Phil raises an eyebrow.
Phil: Alright... uh, you know what? You have a point, Bobby. You too, Emily. Kash ain't a joke, that's just the alcohol in me talking, but I know I can beat the motherfucker. Right now though I just wanna have a good time.
Phil sticks another tamale into his mouth, then he stands up and takes Gina's hand.
Phil: Gina, *chew-chew-chew* let's go, babe. I've got another wad of Benjamins in my pocket *chew-chew-chew* and I wanna try that thing that Bobby was talking about with the Britney song.
Gina has a devilish smile on her face.
Gina: I'm down.
Gina winks at Phil and together they strut with their hands on each other's asses back to the dancefloor. Meanwhile, Emily continues to work Bobby under the table as Bobby's eyes roll back into his head.
