Post by Rick Stevens on Feb 3, 2009 17:57:02 GMT -4
(Rick Stevens is sitting in a stool at a deli, eating an Italian combo. There is a fat Italian man behind the counter, currently taking an unknown man’s order. Rick Stevens mouth is rather full and turns to see the camera.)
Rick Stevens (Mouth full of food): Alright, I’m gona make this quick and get right down to business because this is RETARDED. I got a match against Trevor Blackwell this week…
(Rick Stevens suddenly spits the food out of his mouth all over the floor of the deli.)
Rick Stevens: Trevor Blackwell!?
(Rick Stevens looks around in confusion, then turns back toward the camera)
Rick Stevens: Listen Trevor “I already got my ass beat” Blackwell, I don’t know if someone is messing with me or if this is some kind of joke someone’s playing on me, but you already got your ass beat. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, or why you’re doing it, but I already beat your ass a couple weeks ago, and I can do it again if I need to. Even though, after I beat you to the ground and pinned you 1-2-3 you got a title shot. Well what hell is that? You get rewarded for losing matches around here? Have I GONE CRAZY OR SOMETHING? How the HELL are you main eventing? The only thing you did was lose a match to me, and then you’re in the title match at New Years retribution? What are you SLEEPING WITH THE MANAGEMENT?! WOOO
(Rick Stevens begins to slap his knee)
Rick Stevens: I guess that’s the only way you can get things done because you certainly can’t wrestle. But that’s not important now; this is a TAG TEAM match up. It’s the meanest bastard you’ve ever met; me, and Streets Wilson, vs. Your dumbass, and your DUMBASS girlfriend; Tabitha. Oh yeah, I beat her ass in our match too…almost forgot.
(Rick Stevens laughs hysterically)
Rick Stevens: So, it looks like, I already beat both your asses at the same time, and now this time, I have an extra person with me? Talk about EASY. Not only is it an extra person, it’s the only other worthy competitor in this damn place. I have to say, I thought the competition here would be a little more challenging. Streets and I wouldn’t even have to show up to the match and we would win, because you’re SO stupid, you’d probably slip on a banana peel and have to forfeit the match.
“I SAID NO PICKLES”
(Streets Wilson can be seen at the counter of the deli throwing pickles in a fat Italian man’s face. Streets Wilson places his order again and walks over to the table Rick Stevens is sitting at and looks at the camera.)
Streets Wilson: You know Trevor, he’s right. You are one DUMB ASS.
(Rick Stevens and Streets Wilson hi five one another)
Rick Stevens: You’re whole faction, your WHOLE FACTION, Streets and I beat ALL OF THEM. We destroyed the entire thing. Don’t you think that’s embarrassing enough? We just RAN OVER you guys…like it was nothing! To put it into terms so you can understand it: We’re better than you, we will always be better than you. I honestly don’t know why any of you are still wrestling. You just come out here, week after week embarrassing yourself.
(Streets Wilson shrugs)
Rick Stevens: Wasn’t that you who bitched and moaned about your title shot for weeks and everyone had to listen to your girly whining? And then you finally got that title shot and…what happened? Oh yeah, you got your ass beat. You’re a failure. You failed at this sport. It’s time to quit. If you don’t want to, then I’ll beat your worthless ass into retirement.
(Rick Stevens forcefully whips the remains of his Italian combo on the ground and storms out of the deli with Streets Wilson.)
Rick Stevens (Mouth full of food): Alright, I’m gona make this quick and get right down to business because this is RETARDED. I got a match against Trevor Blackwell this week…
(Rick Stevens suddenly spits the food out of his mouth all over the floor of the deli.)
Rick Stevens: Trevor Blackwell!?
(Rick Stevens looks around in confusion, then turns back toward the camera)
Rick Stevens: Listen Trevor “I already got my ass beat” Blackwell, I don’t know if someone is messing with me or if this is some kind of joke someone’s playing on me, but you already got your ass beat. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, or why you’re doing it, but I already beat your ass a couple weeks ago, and I can do it again if I need to. Even though, after I beat you to the ground and pinned you 1-2-3 you got a title shot. Well what hell is that? You get rewarded for losing matches around here? Have I GONE CRAZY OR SOMETHING? How the HELL are you main eventing? The only thing you did was lose a match to me, and then you’re in the title match at New Years retribution? What are you SLEEPING WITH THE MANAGEMENT?! WOOO
(Rick Stevens begins to slap his knee)
Rick Stevens: I guess that’s the only way you can get things done because you certainly can’t wrestle. But that’s not important now; this is a TAG TEAM match up. It’s the meanest bastard you’ve ever met; me, and Streets Wilson, vs. Your dumbass, and your DUMBASS girlfriend; Tabitha. Oh yeah, I beat her ass in our match too…almost forgot.
(Rick Stevens laughs hysterically)
Rick Stevens: So, it looks like, I already beat both your asses at the same time, and now this time, I have an extra person with me? Talk about EASY. Not only is it an extra person, it’s the only other worthy competitor in this damn place. I have to say, I thought the competition here would be a little more challenging. Streets and I wouldn’t even have to show up to the match and we would win, because you’re SO stupid, you’d probably slip on a banana peel and have to forfeit the match.
“I SAID NO PICKLES”
(Streets Wilson can be seen at the counter of the deli throwing pickles in a fat Italian man’s face. Streets Wilson places his order again and walks over to the table Rick Stevens is sitting at and looks at the camera.)
Streets Wilson: You know Trevor, he’s right. You are one DUMB ASS.
(Rick Stevens and Streets Wilson hi five one another)
Rick Stevens: You’re whole faction, your WHOLE FACTION, Streets and I beat ALL OF THEM. We destroyed the entire thing. Don’t you think that’s embarrassing enough? We just RAN OVER you guys…like it was nothing! To put it into terms so you can understand it: We’re better than you, we will always be better than you. I honestly don’t know why any of you are still wrestling. You just come out here, week after week embarrassing yourself.
(Streets Wilson shrugs)
Rick Stevens: Wasn’t that you who bitched and moaned about your title shot for weeks and everyone had to listen to your girly whining? And then you finally got that title shot and…what happened? Oh yeah, you got your ass beat. You’re a failure. You failed at this sport. It’s time to quit. If you don’t want to, then I’ll beat your worthless ass into retirement.
(Rick Stevens forcefully whips the remains of his Italian combo on the ground and storms out of the deli with Streets Wilson.)
