Post by kidnotorious on Dec 18, 2010 3:59:28 GMT -4
**OOC NOTE: The following Promo is a JOINT RP by Kris and Tim and should be counted as such. 
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[Kaycee Young will be the first to tell you that she's a heavy sleeper. She has to be to get along with her husband's snoring, and so it is that after years of being together, it takes something akin to an earthquake to wake her up without her wanting to wake up on her own first.
...Which is exactly what it feels like when the Best Kept Secret of the Southwest is seemingly shook out of her restful sleep by a loud THUMPING sound. She jumps up in alarm, looking over at Brandon's side of the bed and her eyes go wide as she notices he isn't there. She hops out of bed, and almost jumps right back onto it as she feels the floor shaking underneath her...
Until she realizes that the floor shaking isn't from an earthquake, but from the sound system downstairs.]
Kaycee: What in the world...?
[Pulling on her husband's black silk robe - while she has one of her own, she much prefers his due to how it still smells of his cologne - she blinks the sleep out of her eyes as she leaves the bedroom they share and descends the stairs, rounding the corner and coming into the living room.]
#YOOOOOOOUUUU!#
[The thumping bass only gets louder and more... thumpy as she heads down the stairs, only now it's not just house-shaking bass that can be heard and/or felt, but there is also the unmistakable sound of Soulja Boy's "Crank that soulja boy" booming through the house at a ridiculous volume. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow as she continues.]
[She eventually makes it into the living room, where she finds her husband, Brandon Young, completely lost in the song as he dances to the beat, trying to beat his last score on the brand new Dance Central Kinect game that turns out to be the source of the would-be earthquake.]
Kaycee: Donny, what are you do--
[And then she sees just what he is up to, and the Desert Angel cannot help but chuckle to herself and shake her head. Kaycee finds her husband, Brandon Young, completely lost in the song as he dances to the beat, trying to beat his last score on the brand new Dance Central Kinect game that turns out to be the source of the would-be earthquake. Chuckling softly, she leans against the door frame and watches as he dances.]
#Now I mean
YOOOOUUUUUUU!#
[Brandon hits every move with perfect precision... Until he hits the freestyle bonus and decides to a spinning move. As he spins he catches sight of Kaycee standing there watching him and his eyes go wide, he trips and almost crashes into the coffee table. He manages to stop himself from going that far though, but he quickly pauses the game.]
Brandon: Oh uh, heya Kayc!
[Brandon waves awkwardly at the love of his life, who giggles as she comes into the room properly. She jokingly uses a lecturing tone when she speaks.]
Kaycee: Donny, love… why are you blaring Soulja Boy at maximum volume at four in the morning?
[Brandon winces slightly.]
Brandon: ...Was it that loud? I'm sorry. I just... I bought this as an early christmas present, yknow... for us both winning our debut matches!!
Kaycee: And you just couldn't wait to try it out, huh?
Brandon: ...Nope!
[Kaycee laughs as she walks up and gives her husband a kiss.]
Kaycee: Either way, love… thank you. Just please, tell me you didn't get Sonic Riders...
[Brandon kisses her back.]
Brandon: Pfft, what do I look like, an idiot?
[Brandon glances around the living room for a moment.]
Brandon: ...Don't answer that.
Kaycee: If you were, then you would be playing that game.
[Brandon shudders.]
Brandon: ...The horror. The awfulness of that game is so bad it could haunt dreams.
Kaycee: It's even worse than… Aquaman.
[Both Youngs shudder.]
Brandon: ...So, uh, since you're up and all now... Wanna go throw on some better clothes and uh, join me for some fun? Also, there's kinda a camera man right over there...
[There's a moment's pause… but then Kaycee does something surprising, likely inspired by a lack of sleep and also a desire to give her husband an impromptu gift.]
Kaycee: What, you mean I can't wear this..?
[The redhead removes her robe, revealing a Nextwave t-shirt that hugs her like a second skin and a pair of black lace boy-short style panties. Brandon's eyes go wide.]
Brandon: Er, well no thats fine. More than fine, actually! But I just... yknow, your not usually comfortable around other people like that...
[Brandon trails off, words too hard of a thing for him to think of when he sees his wife like this.]
Kaycee: Yeah, well… I n-need to get more comfortable in my own skin, y'know? Besides, Rach bet me fifty dollars that I wouldn't do it.
[Brandon chuckles.]
Brandon: Sweet! We're up fifty bucks!
Kaycee: ...What d'ya mean "we?"
Brandon: ...Okay, you. Whatever!
[Kaycee shakes her head, chuckling to herself.]
Kaycee: Either way, it means not having to cook today… so that's good enough for me.
Brandon: Woo!
[...Brandon can't stop himself from ogling Kaycee. After a moment, he shakes his head.]
Brandon: ...Man, the only person who deserves to see you look THAT hot is me.
[The redhead blushes, smiling at her husband. She leans up and kisses his cheek.]
Kaycee: You should've seen what Rachel wanted me to wear originally.
[Brandon grins.]
Brandon: ...Let's go upstairs and you can show me?
Kaycee: Well gee, I don't know… I mean, I might be able to get a couple hundred out of Rach sometime in the near future with it.
Brandon: Hmm, good point.Still, maybe we should save the promo for later and ah... go have some "upstairs fun."
[Upstairs fun? Gee, wonder what he means by that… Kaycee blushes.]
Kaycee: S-Sounds good to me...
Brandon: Okay! You! *He points towards the camera* Get the hell out! We'll see you back here in a couple hours or so.
[Brandon smirks at the camera before grabbing Kaycee by the hand and taking her up the stairs. The door to their bedroom closes as the camera cuts to black.]
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Kaycee: Step-step, arm-arm-step...
Brandon: That's it, you got it now!
[Brandon notices the camera out of the corner of his eye.]
Brandon: There ya are! So, we're back, obviously, and about ready to get rollin. Though I'm not sure why we should, because the two jokers we're facing this week are the same two jokers we faced last week and so far... doesn't look like it's gonna be much change.
Kaycee: Step-step-- probably not, dear --arm-arm-step...
Brandon: I mean, I get what's goin on here. Put the two winners vs the two guys they beat and throw a Tag team match on the card. Great idea, really. But it's kinda irritating when those same two people are the same two people we faced last week who didn't even bother to utter a WORD, and here we are again, with seemingly no change! And oh my god did you just agree with me?!
Kaycee: Step-step-big-finish~!
[The redhead does a little spin before she stops, nodding at what she sees at the screen. Once she's satisfied with what she sees, she looks over at her husband, an eyebrow raised.]
Kaycee: …and what did you get me to agree with while you took advantage of my distracted state?
Brandon: ...That the two jerkfaces we're facing at the APW PPV are a couple of lazy clowns who we're going to destroy with ease?
[Awkward smile. Kaycee shakes her head as she sits down next to her husband.]
Kaycee: While you know I don't much care for using insults like you do, I guess it's alright… I mean, you didn't try to trick me into agreeing to never wearing undergarments again or anything like that.
[...Brandon snaps his fingers in annoyance.]
Brandon: ...Dammit. Why DIDN'T I think of that?
[Kaycee chuckles, leaning over to kiss his cheek.]
Kaycee: Because you were focusing on work, Donny… instead of being your usual perverted self.
Brandon: But I LIKE being my usual self!
Kaycee: Yes, well… once we're done here, we'll see what we can agree on, when it comes to that. Fair enough?
[Brandon quirks an eyebrow.]
Brandon: Mkay...
Kaycee: …I, ahm, meant about what you d-didn't think of before?
Brandon: I know, silly.
[Kaycee blushes a little, while Brandon smirks at making her blush. ]
Kaycee: I... don't know what to say next.
Brandon: Yeah, well... Me either.
[Both husband and wife stop then, awkwardly looking around, neither really know what to say next. Then a lightbulb flashes in Brandon's head and a little smirk crosses his face when he's certain the love of his life can't see it.]
Brandon: Kayc, I know it's not in your nature to ah...
Kaycee: Trash talk our opponents into oblivion like you love to do?
Brandon: I wasn't going to say it like THAT, but ah... yes.
[Kaycee allows a little smirk of her own to cross her lips.]
Kaycee: That's what makes us work, dear. We balance each other out. But, you were saying...?
[Brandon nods and smirks back before continuing with his attempt to hopefully draw his girl out of her shell.]
Brandon: Well, I was just going to say... Surely you must be a little annoyed at this current predicament? I mean, I can't be the ONLY one who feels a bit... slighted at not only being given the easiest match on the Pay per view, but being given the match against two guys who didn't even SHOW UP the last time, and seemingly aren't even going to bother this time either! You can't tell me you don't feel some irritation at this?
Kaycee: We're just starting out in APW, dear… so that means that we've got to work our way up the same as everyone else. Besides, the way I look at it? We've been given the perfect opportunity to put the tag team division on notice.
[Brandon shakes his head, although he chuckles while he's doing it.]
Brandon: ...Well, that plan's out. Your turn.
Kaycee: Plan? What plan? Donny, you KNOW how much it takes for me to start slinging insults around...
[Brandon exhales in frustration. It's a typical 'Brandon'ism that anyone in the know would understand that it doesn't really mean anything other than once he gets an idea in his head, anything other than glaring, infallible success is unacceptable to his weird mind.]
Brandon: I wasn't expecting you to be ME! But we need to do, or say, SOMETHING here!
Kaycee: But do we, really? I mean, why should we work ourselves up into a frenzy over a team that isn't going to be much of a challenge? Is there a reason we should bother with giving that gesture of respect to a duo that doesn't even come close to deserving it? We've got so many other things to do with our time that deserve our attention more.
[Brandon looks at her for a moment... then he starts to smile. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow at her husband... until it dawns on her that she just did exactly what he was waiting for her to do, even if it wasn't exactly as he'd wanted her to do it.]
Kaycee: …don't even--
Brandon: ...I love you so much right now!
[Before she can interrupt he continues.]
Brandon: But you're right- *grins* We shouldn't waste our time on these asshats, well, anymore than we need to really... because they clearly don't care about wasting their precious time on US!
And that... is going to be a HUGE mistake, if I do say so myself.
And I do.
[The redhead leans over and kisses her husband's cheek, nodding in agreement with what he says… but remaining silent. Brandon wraps an arm around Kaycee before continuing.]
Brandon: See, this gal here? She's a Tanner. Now that may not mean much to anyone here in APW, but let's just say... it's not a good thing to underestimate her.
...Something one of our opponents already knows! And yet, still nothing. Sad.
[Brandon shakes his head and 'tsks' in admonishment.]
Brandon: As for me, well, I'm just a guy, really. But I'm a guy who's gotten reaaaal accustomed lately to beating respect into punk bitches like our two "opponents."
So I guess that's a plus.
[Brandon shrugs.]
Kaycee: Besides, even if he doesn't have the last name… my Donny was allowed to marry into what is essentially a wrestling dynasty for a reason. And it isn't how handsome he is, or how he makes the best pancakes this side of anywhere - it's how he treats me, and how talented he is in that ring. I'm sure that Mister Drake knows all about that, doesn't he? Mm, maybe that's why he has remained quiet...
Brandon: Hey! You could be onto something there! Of course, a 6'9" roid monkey being scareda' lil ol me might be a bit of a stretch, but I saw the way he was lookin after our match was over!
[Kaycee chuckles and shakes her head.]
Kaycee: Oh brother...
Brandon: Whaaaat? It makes sense! That was the reason I went undefeated with little effort in AAPW! It wasn't that I was forced to face a bunch of no-talent asshats with no respect for the business! They were all scared of me! I see that now!
[Kaycee gives the camera a look of 'Well, I asked for that one.' before she leans over, kissing Brandon's cheek. She's got an idea on how to get her husband to stop crowing on about being the scariest man in the business… now to see if he takes it.]
Kaycee: Shouldn't we bring this to an end soon so that our opponents don't pass away of fear-induced heart attacks..?
Brandon: Mmm, fear-attacks... Er, I mean, yeah we probably should.
Kaycee: Gentlemen, we have given you every opportunity to speak up for yourselves, to plead your cases… to prove that you are going to be a challenge. Since you have failed to do so, then I think it's safe to say that Donny and I have this one in the bag. Be it either Mister Drake or Mister Mahu, one of you is going to find yourselves on the receiving end of a B-Kay-Oh that you will likely never forget.
Brandon: Damn skippy!
So uh, quiet guys... If you DO decide to ah... grace us with your oh-so-wonderful-presences... Is presenses a word? Meh. Anyways, if you DO decide to at least show up for the match... I think you'll find that you're in for a bit of a... Well, a Beautiful Disaster!
[Brandon grins at the bad pun.]
Kaycee: That they are, dear… that they are. Now that we're done with that, how about you show me how it's done?
[Kaycee nods toward the Kinect.]
Brandon: As you wish.
[He stops, glancing around.]
Brandon: Wow, did I really just say that? I need to spend less time around Rachel and Adrian...
Anyways. Go away now, its dancing time!
[Brandon 'shoos' the camera away as Kaycee re-starts the 360. The last thing we see before the door closes and the camera cuts to black is Brandon taking up his space in front of the video game, the funky beats of the Black Eyed Peas kicking in.]
#I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night....#
[FADE]
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[Kaycee Young will be the first to tell you that she's a heavy sleeper. She has to be to get along with her husband's snoring, and so it is that after years of being together, it takes something akin to an earthquake to wake her up without her wanting to wake up on her own first.
...Which is exactly what it feels like when the Best Kept Secret of the Southwest is seemingly shook out of her restful sleep by a loud THUMPING sound. She jumps up in alarm, looking over at Brandon's side of the bed and her eyes go wide as she notices he isn't there. She hops out of bed, and almost jumps right back onto it as she feels the floor shaking underneath her...
Until she realizes that the floor shaking isn't from an earthquake, but from the sound system downstairs.]
Kaycee: What in the world...?
[Pulling on her husband's black silk robe - while she has one of her own, she much prefers his due to how it still smells of his cologne - she blinks the sleep out of her eyes as she leaves the bedroom they share and descends the stairs, rounding the corner and coming into the living room.]
#YOOOOOOOUUUU!#
[The thumping bass only gets louder and more... thumpy as she heads down the stairs, only now it's not just house-shaking bass that can be heard and/or felt, but there is also the unmistakable sound of Soulja Boy's "Crank that soulja boy" booming through the house at a ridiculous volume. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow as she continues.]
[She eventually makes it into the living room, where she finds her husband, Brandon Young, completely lost in the song as he dances to the beat, trying to beat his last score on the brand new Dance Central Kinect game that turns out to be the source of the would-be earthquake.]
Kaycee: Donny, what are you do--
[And then she sees just what he is up to, and the Desert Angel cannot help but chuckle to herself and shake her head. Kaycee finds her husband, Brandon Young, completely lost in the song as he dances to the beat, trying to beat his last score on the brand new Dance Central Kinect game that turns out to be the source of the would-be earthquake. Chuckling softly, she leans against the door frame and watches as he dances.]
#Now I mean
YOOOOUUUUUUU!#
[Brandon hits every move with perfect precision... Until he hits the freestyle bonus and decides to a spinning move. As he spins he catches sight of Kaycee standing there watching him and his eyes go wide, he trips and almost crashes into the coffee table. He manages to stop himself from going that far though, but he quickly pauses the game.]
Brandon: Oh uh, heya Kayc!
[Brandon waves awkwardly at the love of his life, who giggles as she comes into the room properly. She jokingly uses a lecturing tone when she speaks.]
Kaycee: Donny, love… why are you blaring Soulja Boy at maximum volume at four in the morning?
[Brandon winces slightly.]
Brandon: ...Was it that loud? I'm sorry. I just... I bought this as an early christmas present, yknow... for us both winning our debut matches!!
Kaycee: And you just couldn't wait to try it out, huh?
Brandon: ...Nope!
[Kaycee laughs as she walks up and gives her husband a kiss.]
Kaycee: Either way, love… thank you. Just please, tell me you didn't get Sonic Riders...
[Brandon kisses her back.]
Brandon: Pfft, what do I look like, an idiot?
[Brandon glances around the living room for a moment.]
Brandon: ...Don't answer that.
Kaycee: If you were, then you would be playing that game.
[Brandon shudders.]
Brandon: ...The horror. The awfulness of that game is so bad it could haunt dreams.
Kaycee: It's even worse than… Aquaman.
[Both Youngs shudder.]
Brandon: ...So, uh, since you're up and all now... Wanna go throw on some better clothes and uh, join me for some fun? Also, there's kinda a camera man right over there...
[There's a moment's pause… but then Kaycee does something surprising, likely inspired by a lack of sleep and also a desire to give her husband an impromptu gift.]
Kaycee: What, you mean I can't wear this..?
[The redhead removes her robe, revealing a Nextwave t-shirt that hugs her like a second skin and a pair of black lace boy-short style panties. Brandon's eyes go wide.]
Brandon: Er, well no thats fine. More than fine, actually! But I just... yknow, your not usually comfortable around other people like that...
[Brandon trails off, words too hard of a thing for him to think of when he sees his wife like this.]
Kaycee: Yeah, well… I n-need to get more comfortable in my own skin, y'know? Besides, Rach bet me fifty dollars that I wouldn't do it.
[Brandon chuckles.]
Brandon: Sweet! We're up fifty bucks!
Kaycee: ...What d'ya mean "we?"
Brandon: ...Okay, you. Whatever!
[Kaycee shakes her head, chuckling to herself.]
Kaycee: Either way, it means not having to cook today… so that's good enough for me.
Brandon: Woo!
[...Brandon can't stop himself from ogling Kaycee. After a moment, he shakes his head.]
Brandon: ...Man, the only person who deserves to see you look THAT hot is me.
[The redhead blushes, smiling at her husband. She leans up and kisses his cheek.]
Kaycee: You should've seen what Rachel wanted me to wear originally.
[Brandon grins.]
Brandon: ...Let's go upstairs and you can show me?
Kaycee: Well gee, I don't know… I mean, I might be able to get a couple hundred out of Rach sometime in the near future with it.
Brandon: Hmm, good point.Still, maybe we should save the promo for later and ah... go have some "upstairs fun."
[Upstairs fun? Gee, wonder what he means by that… Kaycee blushes.]
Kaycee: S-Sounds good to me...
Brandon: Okay! You! *He points towards the camera* Get the hell out! We'll see you back here in a couple hours or so.
[Brandon smirks at the camera before grabbing Kaycee by the hand and taking her up the stairs. The door to their bedroom closes as the camera cuts to black.]
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Kaycee: Step-step, arm-arm-step...
Brandon: That's it, you got it now!
[Brandon notices the camera out of the corner of his eye.]
Brandon: There ya are! So, we're back, obviously, and about ready to get rollin. Though I'm not sure why we should, because the two jokers we're facing this week are the same two jokers we faced last week and so far... doesn't look like it's gonna be much change.
Kaycee: Step-step-- probably not, dear --arm-arm-step...
Brandon: I mean, I get what's goin on here. Put the two winners vs the two guys they beat and throw a Tag team match on the card. Great idea, really. But it's kinda irritating when those same two people are the same two people we faced last week who didn't even bother to utter a WORD, and here we are again, with seemingly no change! And oh my god did you just agree with me?!
Kaycee: Step-step-big-finish~!
[The redhead does a little spin before she stops, nodding at what she sees at the screen. Once she's satisfied with what she sees, she looks over at her husband, an eyebrow raised.]
Kaycee: …and what did you get me to agree with while you took advantage of my distracted state?
Brandon: ...That the two jerkfaces we're facing at the APW PPV are a couple of lazy clowns who we're going to destroy with ease?
[Awkward smile. Kaycee shakes her head as she sits down next to her husband.]
Kaycee: While you know I don't much care for using insults like you do, I guess it's alright… I mean, you didn't try to trick me into agreeing to never wearing undergarments again or anything like that.
[...Brandon snaps his fingers in annoyance.]
Brandon: ...Dammit. Why DIDN'T I think of that?
[Kaycee chuckles, leaning over to kiss his cheek.]
Kaycee: Because you were focusing on work, Donny… instead of being your usual perverted self.
Brandon: But I LIKE being my usual self!
Kaycee: Yes, well… once we're done here, we'll see what we can agree on, when it comes to that. Fair enough?
[Brandon quirks an eyebrow.]
Brandon: Mkay...
Kaycee: …I, ahm, meant about what you d-didn't think of before?
Brandon: I know, silly.
[Kaycee blushes a little, while Brandon smirks at making her blush. ]
Kaycee: I... don't know what to say next.
Brandon: Yeah, well... Me either.
[Both husband and wife stop then, awkwardly looking around, neither really know what to say next. Then a lightbulb flashes in Brandon's head and a little smirk crosses his face when he's certain the love of his life can't see it.]
Brandon: Kayc, I know it's not in your nature to ah...
Kaycee: Trash talk our opponents into oblivion like you love to do?
Brandon: I wasn't going to say it like THAT, but ah... yes.
[Kaycee allows a little smirk of her own to cross her lips.]
Kaycee: That's what makes us work, dear. We balance each other out. But, you were saying...?
[Brandon nods and smirks back before continuing with his attempt to hopefully draw his girl out of her shell.]
Brandon: Well, I was just going to say... Surely you must be a little annoyed at this current predicament? I mean, I can't be the ONLY one who feels a bit... slighted at not only being given the easiest match on the Pay per view, but being given the match against two guys who didn't even SHOW UP the last time, and seemingly aren't even going to bother this time either! You can't tell me you don't feel some irritation at this?
Kaycee: We're just starting out in APW, dear… so that means that we've got to work our way up the same as everyone else. Besides, the way I look at it? We've been given the perfect opportunity to put the tag team division on notice.
[Brandon shakes his head, although he chuckles while he's doing it.]
Brandon: ...Well, that plan's out. Your turn.
Kaycee: Plan? What plan? Donny, you KNOW how much it takes for me to start slinging insults around...
[Brandon exhales in frustration. It's a typical 'Brandon'ism that anyone in the know would understand that it doesn't really mean anything other than once he gets an idea in his head, anything other than glaring, infallible success is unacceptable to his weird mind.]
Brandon: I wasn't expecting you to be ME! But we need to do, or say, SOMETHING here!
Kaycee: But do we, really? I mean, why should we work ourselves up into a frenzy over a team that isn't going to be much of a challenge? Is there a reason we should bother with giving that gesture of respect to a duo that doesn't even come close to deserving it? We've got so many other things to do with our time that deserve our attention more.
[Brandon looks at her for a moment... then he starts to smile. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow at her husband... until it dawns on her that she just did exactly what he was waiting for her to do, even if it wasn't exactly as he'd wanted her to do it.]
Kaycee: …don't even--
Brandon: ...I love you so much right now!
[Before she can interrupt he continues.]
Brandon: But you're right- *grins* We shouldn't waste our time on these asshats, well, anymore than we need to really... because they clearly don't care about wasting their precious time on US!
And that... is going to be a HUGE mistake, if I do say so myself.
And I do.
[The redhead leans over and kisses her husband's cheek, nodding in agreement with what he says… but remaining silent. Brandon wraps an arm around Kaycee before continuing.]
Brandon: See, this gal here? She's a Tanner. Now that may not mean much to anyone here in APW, but let's just say... it's not a good thing to underestimate her.
...Something one of our opponents already knows! And yet, still nothing. Sad.
[Brandon shakes his head and 'tsks' in admonishment.]
Brandon: As for me, well, I'm just a guy, really. But I'm a guy who's gotten reaaaal accustomed lately to beating respect into punk bitches like our two "opponents."
So I guess that's a plus.
[Brandon shrugs.]
Kaycee: Besides, even if he doesn't have the last name… my Donny was allowed to marry into what is essentially a wrestling dynasty for a reason. And it isn't how handsome he is, or how he makes the best pancakes this side of anywhere - it's how he treats me, and how talented he is in that ring. I'm sure that Mister Drake knows all about that, doesn't he? Mm, maybe that's why he has remained quiet...
Brandon: Hey! You could be onto something there! Of course, a 6'9" roid monkey being scareda' lil ol me might be a bit of a stretch, but I saw the way he was lookin after our match was over!
[Kaycee chuckles and shakes her head.]
Kaycee: Oh brother...
Brandon: Whaaaat? It makes sense! That was the reason I went undefeated with little effort in AAPW! It wasn't that I was forced to face a bunch of no-talent asshats with no respect for the business! They were all scared of me! I see that now!
[Kaycee gives the camera a look of 'Well, I asked for that one.' before she leans over, kissing Brandon's cheek. She's got an idea on how to get her husband to stop crowing on about being the scariest man in the business… now to see if he takes it.]
Kaycee: Shouldn't we bring this to an end soon so that our opponents don't pass away of fear-induced heart attacks..?
Brandon: Mmm, fear-attacks... Er, I mean, yeah we probably should.
Kaycee: Gentlemen, we have given you every opportunity to speak up for yourselves, to plead your cases… to prove that you are going to be a challenge. Since you have failed to do so, then I think it's safe to say that Donny and I have this one in the bag. Be it either Mister Drake or Mister Mahu, one of you is going to find yourselves on the receiving end of a B-Kay-Oh that you will likely never forget.
Brandon: Damn skippy!
So uh, quiet guys... If you DO decide to ah... grace us with your oh-so-wonderful-presences... Is presenses a word? Meh. Anyways, if you DO decide to at least show up for the match... I think you'll find that you're in for a bit of a... Well, a Beautiful Disaster!
[Brandon grins at the bad pun.]
Kaycee: That they are, dear… that they are. Now that we're done with that, how about you show me how it's done?
[Kaycee nods toward the Kinect.]
Brandon: As you wish.
[He stops, glancing around.]
Brandon: Wow, did I really just say that? I need to spend less time around Rachel and Adrian...
Anyways. Go away now, its dancing time!
[Brandon 'shoos' the camera away as Kaycee re-starts the 360. The last thing we see before the door closes and the camera cuts to black is Brandon taking up his space in front of the video game, the funky beats of the Black Eyed Peas kicking in.]
#I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night....#
[FADE]
