Post by Twister on Jul 20, 2008 23:39:58 GMT -4
Our scene opens in a dimly lit locker room. Tis a Sunday night, the night before Overdrive... the night wrestlers are at their busiest aside from a work night. Most hit the social stage however due to the events of recent weeks the APW superstars have been asked this week to remain close to the arena with the locker rooms decked out slightly better than normal to encourage them to stay in. In the locker room, we see Twister sitting in a recliner like chair his sunglasses draped on his face, a black and gold mecca jersey covers his chiseled body, and faded black jeans. Twister is staring down at a tattered magazine.
Such a waste...
He sets down the magazine and reaches down beside his chair pulling up a bottle of JD. Slowly he unscrews the cap all the while staring down at the magazine. He shakes his head and sighs before choking back a swig of the alcohol.
Such talent...
He turns the page of the magazine and flips the magazine sideways, then returns it to normal setting it back down in his lap.
And such a fantastic ass...
Who ya talkin to disaster?
Twister jumps in his seat and flings the magazine over his shoulder leaving him sitting in the recliner with the bottle of JD left surprisingly undisturbed on the floor in front of his feet. Twister turns his head and sees the ACE Austin Daniels standing in his door way. His newly revamped Xtreme Championship draped over his shoulder (heh I told him to do that). Ace stands a tshirt over his chest and blue jeans. A rather lax look for the new champ... most people carry that look this time of week.
Ah just myself man... This stuff will do that to ya.
Twister said with a smirk trying to compose himself motioning towards the JD.
Come on in man have a seat.
Ace struts in and takes a seat across from Twisters chair. Twister gets up and heads towards the back of the room where there convienently happens to be a fridge and mini bar set up. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a pair of buds and tosses them to the champ.
Two?
I dont feel like getting up more than I have to.
Fair enough man.
Twister returns to his recliner and sits back... Oddly comfortable considering he's sitting across from his opponent for Apocolypse. He grabs the bottle of JD and downs another shot (Drinkin whiskey from a bottle, not thinkin bout tomorrow, singin sweet home alabama all summer long... What?)
So... we got a pretty big match this week eh... Specially headed into Apocalypse.
Got that right man... Should be interesting too... Especially considering our partner.
Yeah if I recall he had you on your back for a three count on Monday.
Yeah if I recall he also had a handfull of tights... but thats beside the point.
Heh, its alright... He got the best of me too once.
Hmm... You know your right, he pinned you down, and your next singles match you won the Extreme Championship... so does that mean my next singles match Im going to win the strap too?
Not if I have anything to say about it.
The two stare at eachother for a moment... Well to be fair Twister may have dozed off... Then sit back and air cheers eachother... you know tip their drinks but dont actually clink cause their too far away.
Ah itll be fun... But the issue at hand.
Yeah you ever notice, everytime we tag together we have to deal with Kenny Lambardo and various other mental midgets.
Yeah fuck man, we have the best of all the worlds in this one... a Lambardo... a Blackwell... and a Cow.
Dude we're fighting a fucking cow... how do you pin a fucking cow?
Ace stares blankly at Twister who chokes back another swig of the JD.
Um Twist... he's not really a cow... Its Sabur.
Dude isn't that a sword?
Ace just shakes his head and takes a large sip of his beer.
Your drunk aren't you?
Not yet...
Twister chugs a big sip of the JD putting a sizable dent in what was in the bottle.
Ok maybe now!
Twister shakes his head and places the bottle down beside the recliner.
So when'd Trevor get back in the business?
What?
You said we were fighting Kenny, Trevor and the Cow Sword.
No... I said a Lambardo and a Blackwell.
Kristina?
Nope...
Well who the hell's left?
Dude seriously?
What?
Tony!
Oh yeah him... Well shit I dont know... ever since Green planted his face into a table, I haven't been able to reckognize him.
Should we be worried about him and Sabur... I mean they are number one contenders for the tag straps.
Yeah but fuck its Dean Malenko and the 123 Kid that are the champions...
Dean Malenko?
Yeah ya know the Iceman Dean... Nevermind.
Ok... so they may as well be the Tag team champions... should we be worried about them?
Ah no more worried about them than I am about the Heavyweight champ.
Come on Twist... Kennys bound to get his game together eventually...
Dude have you seen the amount of shit he's going through... His heads so in the clouds there's no way he's going to factor in.
Could you blame him?
Not at all...
Twister leans his head down and lets out a sigh.
Man you ok?
Twister shakes his head and coughs...
Yeah Im good man sorry.
Well I guess there's only one more question...
Phate?
You bet.
Can we trust him?
I think so... If for no other reason that you know he doesn't want to lose.
Yeah... The desire to win can make strange bed fellows...
Dude dont be mentioning bed and Phate in the same sentence.
Lol yeah I know... I dont know what I was thinking.
Ace looks at Twister blankly...
What?
You just said L O L.
No I didn't...
Dude... Yeah... Ya did.
Really?
Would I make that up?
Twister leans his head back and laughs hysterically.
Man... Im... Tubed... LOL...
Twister sticks his tongue out and leans on the arm of the chair. Ace can't even help but laugh anymore as he grabs finishes his first beer then places the second one in his pocket and goes and helps Twist up. Twister gets up and shakes his head sobering up slightly.
What a lush.
Man I could go for hours!
Thats what she said!
The two laugh again as Twister leans over and grabs his bottle of Jack.
Cant believe we're stuck in this place.
Wanna go see what kinda mischief we can get into.
Sure... nothin else to do. Lets roll.
The pair exit the locker room as the camera pans into the room and down towards the corner of the floor. The tattered magazine is shown on the floor. The camera zooms in and shows a picture of Diana Steel in some school girl outfit as the camera fades out.
Such a waste...
He sets down the magazine and reaches down beside his chair pulling up a bottle of JD. Slowly he unscrews the cap all the while staring down at the magazine. He shakes his head and sighs before choking back a swig of the alcohol.
Such talent...
He turns the page of the magazine and flips the magazine sideways, then returns it to normal setting it back down in his lap.
And such a fantastic ass...
Who ya talkin to disaster?
Twister jumps in his seat and flings the magazine over his shoulder leaving him sitting in the recliner with the bottle of JD left surprisingly undisturbed on the floor in front of his feet. Twister turns his head and sees the ACE Austin Daniels standing in his door way. His newly revamped Xtreme Championship draped over his shoulder (heh I told him to do that). Ace stands a tshirt over his chest and blue jeans. A rather lax look for the new champ... most people carry that look this time of week.
Ah just myself man... This stuff will do that to ya.
Twister said with a smirk trying to compose himself motioning towards the JD.
Come on in man have a seat.
Ace struts in and takes a seat across from Twisters chair. Twister gets up and heads towards the back of the room where there convienently happens to be a fridge and mini bar set up. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a pair of buds and tosses them to the champ.
Two?
I dont feel like getting up more than I have to.
Fair enough man.
Twister returns to his recliner and sits back... Oddly comfortable considering he's sitting across from his opponent for Apocolypse. He grabs the bottle of JD and downs another shot (Drinkin whiskey from a bottle, not thinkin bout tomorrow, singin sweet home alabama all summer long... What?)
So... we got a pretty big match this week eh... Specially headed into Apocalypse.
Got that right man... Should be interesting too... Especially considering our partner.
Yeah if I recall he had you on your back for a three count on Monday.
Yeah if I recall he also had a handfull of tights... but thats beside the point.
Heh, its alright... He got the best of me too once.
Hmm... You know your right, he pinned you down, and your next singles match you won the Extreme Championship... so does that mean my next singles match Im going to win the strap too?
Not if I have anything to say about it.
The two stare at eachother for a moment... Well to be fair Twister may have dozed off... Then sit back and air cheers eachother... you know tip their drinks but dont actually clink cause their too far away.
Ah itll be fun... But the issue at hand.
Yeah you ever notice, everytime we tag together we have to deal with Kenny Lambardo and various other mental midgets.
Yeah fuck man, we have the best of all the worlds in this one... a Lambardo... a Blackwell... and a Cow.
Dude we're fighting a fucking cow... how do you pin a fucking cow?
Ace stares blankly at Twister who chokes back another swig of the JD.
Um Twist... he's not really a cow... Its Sabur.
Dude isn't that a sword?
Ace just shakes his head and takes a large sip of his beer.
Your drunk aren't you?
Not yet...
Twister chugs a big sip of the JD putting a sizable dent in what was in the bottle.
Ok maybe now!
Twister shakes his head and places the bottle down beside the recliner.
So when'd Trevor get back in the business?
What?
You said we were fighting Kenny, Trevor and the Cow Sword.
No... I said a Lambardo and a Blackwell.
Kristina?
Nope...
Well who the hell's left?
Dude seriously?
What?
Tony!
Oh yeah him... Well shit I dont know... ever since Green planted his face into a table, I haven't been able to reckognize him.
Should we be worried about him and Sabur... I mean they are number one contenders for the tag straps.
Yeah but fuck its Dean Malenko and the 123 Kid that are the champions...
Dean Malenko?
Yeah ya know the Iceman Dean... Nevermind.
Ok... so they may as well be the Tag team champions... should we be worried about them?
Ah no more worried about them than I am about the Heavyweight champ.
Come on Twist... Kennys bound to get his game together eventually...
Dude have you seen the amount of shit he's going through... His heads so in the clouds there's no way he's going to factor in.
Could you blame him?
Not at all...
Twister leans his head down and lets out a sigh.
Man you ok?
Twister shakes his head and coughs...
Yeah Im good man sorry.
Well I guess there's only one more question...
Phate?
You bet.
Can we trust him?
I think so... If for no other reason that you know he doesn't want to lose.
Yeah... The desire to win can make strange bed fellows...
Dude dont be mentioning bed and Phate in the same sentence.
Lol yeah I know... I dont know what I was thinking.
Ace looks at Twister blankly...
What?
You just said L O L.
No I didn't...
Dude... Yeah... Ya did.
Really?
Would I make that up?
Twister leans his head back and laughs hysterically.
Man... Im... Tubed... LOL...
Twister sticks his tongue out and leans on the arm of the chair. Ace can't even help but laugh anymore as he grabs finishes his first beer then places the second one in his pocket and goes and helps Twist up. Twister gets up and shakes his head sobering up slightly.
What a lush.
Man I could go for hours!
Thats what she said!
The two laugh again as Twister leans over and grabs his bottle of Jack.
Cant believe we're stuck in this place.
Wanna go see what kinda mischief we can get into.
Sure... nothin else to do. Lets roll.
The pair exit the locker room as the camera pans into the room and down towards the corner of the floor. The tattered magazine is shown on the floor. The camera zooms in and shows a picture of Diana Steel in some school girl outfit as the camera fades out.
