Post by Corey Black on Aug 5, 2006 20:52:37 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to Creeping Death and Nate Nytro standing backstage at the WCF Arena. Creeping Death is holding the WCF Hardcore Title in one hand and a Mountain Dew in the other. To their side is a photogropher and Hank Brown.
Nate Nytro: Man that photoshoot sucked. Takes forever to shoot twenty photos.
Creeping Death: I know. Since when did WCF start doing photoshoots anyways? What is the point? Logan's personal masturbation collection?
Nate Nytro brings his hand up to his chin, obviously thinking about the previous statement.
Nate Nytro: Yeah I don't think so. I bet he's in to Lawn Care-eastiality like his buddy Lawnmower Jones.
Creeping Death: ha-HA! I bet you're right, Nate. Freakin' fruitcake. I can't believe I have to fight him ... let alone put my title on the line against him. Sheer ridiculousness.
Nate Nytro: Well, yeah I dunno. Isn't Logan still booking around here?
Creeping Death: Hell if I know.
CD and Nate start walking down the hallway, away from the photoshoot and Hank Brown. Hank kinda tilts his head and looks sad. The converstaion continues while walking along.
Creeping Death: Regardless of who is booking, this Lawnmower Jones is one of the weirdest characters to come along since ... well ... anyone. Who talks to an inanimate object, let alone considers it a friend or pet of girlfriend ... whatever he calls it?
Nate Nytro bumps into something, making a clank noise. They both stop.
Nate Nytro: Uh CD...
CD continues on, ignoring Nate.
Creeping Death: A fucking inanimate object. He's acting like it has feelings and it's his friend? It's a lawnmower. Lonnie the Lawnmower. Who is the next freak to show up?
Nate Nytro: Creeps...
Again, CD ignores Nate.
Creeping Death: Paper Smith with his notebook named Paperie? Cryboy McEmo with his journal named Craig?
Nate Nytro: CREEPING FUCKING DEATH!
CD looks at Nate with a look of anger in his eyes.
Creeping Death: WHAT?!
Nate Nytro: Doesn't this look famili-
Creeping Death: Nate, I'm trying to talk about my match, and you are over there trying to talk about something looking familiar? What the hell dude?
Nate Nytro: But ... it's ... Dam-
Creeping Death: Dude, we have title matches to get ready for. I'll call you later, I'm going back to the hotel to take a bath.
Nate Nytro: Inanimate objects as pets...
Creeping Death: Peace out man.
Creeping Death walks way and Nate just shakes his head. Finally, Nate shrugs and leaves. The camera gets a shot of what Nate ran into. A big 20 foot black ladder. The scene fades out.
Nate Nytro: Man that photoshoot sucked. Takes forever to shoot twenty photos.
Creeping Death: I know. Since when did WCF start doing photoshoots anyways? What is the point? Logan's personal masturbation collection?
Nate Nytro brings his hand up to his chin, obviously thinking about the previous statement.
Nate Nytro: Yeah I don't think so. I bet he's in to Lawn Care-eastiality like his buddy Lawnmower Jones.
Creeping Death: ha-HA! I bet you're right, Nate. Freakin' fruitcake. I can't believe I have to fight him ... let alone put my title on the line against him. Sheer ridiculousness.
Nate Nytro: Well, yeah I dunno. Isn't Logan still booking around here?
Creeping Death: Hell if I know.
CD and Nate start walking down the hallway, away from the photoshoot and Hank Brown. Hank kinda tilts his head and looks sad. The converstaion continues while walking along.
Creeping Death: Regardless of who is booking, this Lawnmower Jones is one of the weirdest characters to come along since ... well ... anyone. Who talks to an inanimate object, let alone considers it a friend or pet of girlfriend ... whatever he calls it?
Nate Nytro bumps into something, making a clank noise. They both stop.
Nate Nytro: Uh CD...
CD continues on, ignoring Nate.
Creeping Death: A fucking inanimate object. He's acting like it has feelings and it's his friend? It's a lawnmower. Lonnie the Lawnmower. Who is the next freak to show up?
Nate Nytro: Creeps...
Again, CD ignores Nate.
Creeping Death: Paper Smith with his notebook named Paperie? Cryboy McEmo with his journal named Craig?
Nate Nytro: CREEPING FUCKING DEATH!
CD looks at Nate with a look of anger in his eyes.
Creeping Death: WHAT?!
Nate Nytro: Doesn't this look famili-
Creeping Death: Nate, I'm trying to talk about my match, and you are over there trying to talk about something looking familiar? What the hell dude?
Nate Nytro: But ... it's ... Dam-
Creeping Death: Dude, we have title matches to get ready for. I'll call you later, I'm going back to the hotel to take a bath.
Nate Nytro: Inanimate objects as pets...
Creeping Death: Peace out man.
Creeping Death walks way and Nate just shakes his head. Finally, Nate shrugs and leaves. The camera gets a shot of what Nate ran into. A big 20 foot black ladder. The scene fades out.
