Post by JD Storm on Jun 2, 2011 23:27:20 GMT -4
Scene opens back in the luxury game room. Darts are in random places on the dart board. The billiards and pool tables have the appropriate balls racked on them, ready for play. A few old school arcade games are even set up in the room, ready for use. “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious, along with Gambler, are sitting in some high end leather chairs, enjoying some fine scotch.
Gambler
Can you hear me now? Good. How ‘bout now? Good. Can you hear me now? You’ll be hearing a lot of that at Asylum, Cyrus. After the ass beating you get by myself and my buddy, Bobby, the referee will be checking to see if you can still hear out of either ear. That, of course, will happen after they check for such stuff as a concussion, or whether or not you can see out of either eye. After all, I’ve been making a punk out of you for a number of weeks, now. Nothing new is going to happen this week.
Ever wonder what it’s like being the red-headed stepchild? Show up at Asylum this week, if you feel like finding out. Everything I’ve done to you, thus far, has been nothing compared to what you’ll get in the future. What I’ve done already would’ve been a not-so-subtle message, back in my old days in Vegas…..well, before I got into certain legal issues. But, that’s not really the issue, now is it?
You were my bitch since the first day we faced. You’ll remain my bitch until I get bored of you. Once I’m bored of you, I’ll dump you like Kash dumps weed during a drug bust……right down the crapper.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Cyrus, you’ve always been the skid mark on the wrestling business. Smelly, disgusting…..no amount of scrubbing can get rid of you. Neither bleach nor ammonia are strong enough to get rid of you. No matter how many pairs of shorts are used, you manage to stain them all.
APW’s skid mark is going to finally be disposed of, one way or another. In past encounters, you’ve only had to deal with Gambler one-on-one. Haven’t had to deal with me, until now. Your odds have sucked before, Cyrus. Not sure you want to know what your odds are now.
Dealing with both of us will be like a game of cat and mouse. The Gambling Superstars are the cat. You’ve got the role of the mouse. We get to have a blast playing with you for as long as we want before finally putting you down. You’re tag team partners, the Big Time Douches, won’t be a factor in the match at all. Despite all the gold they’ve won in other promotions, despite all their success, Gambler and I aren’t all that impressed. Gambler’s accomplishments as a manager, in one of APW’s affiliates, means more then all of their title reigns put together.
I’ve done more in my career then these two, and I’ve yet to win championship gold. I’ve made and destroyed more superstars then any other wrestler in APW. I’ve only begun showing my greatness around here, in recent history. Between three men, maybe you’ll have enough combined manhood to actually do something to either myself or Gambler.
Gambler
Ya know, I just thought of something. I think I know who Chris Cyrus reminds me of. I always suspected Cyrus was low class, even by Asylum’s standards. I think I’ve finally figured out why he was always so familiar.
Gambler rushes out of scene for a moment while Bodacious looks on confused. A few moments later, Gambler comes back with an oversized photo. Gambler proceeds to sit back down, turning the photo around in the process, revealing the following image:
Gambler
See this ugly dick? I think him and Chris are twins.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Doesn’t say much for Cyrus’ goons, does it? If this moron is on the team, then you know what this makes the Big Time Soda Jerks, don’t ya?
Gambler begins laughing at the thought.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
I always knew that our opponents were trash. Why I didn’t see them as the trailer park trash that they are is beyond me. I’m going to take personal pleasure sending you back to Sunnyvale with your tale between your legs. You can do whatever inbred bullshit that white trash like yourself does when you get back. Bang your best friends girl, shoot up the trailer park, get stoned…..doesn’t really matter. You’ll be out of our hair, once and for all.
If you’re really good and work hard, Cyrus, you’ll study real hard and get your Grade 10. You might almost be literate in a couple of years. It’s never too late in life to achieve such greatness.
Gambler
While you’re getting educated, we’ll be making bigger and better wagers. Our next goal? Perhaps the Tag Team Titles. Maybe another shot at the Tap Out Title. Might go all out, claiming both the World & Undisputed Championships. You and the Big Time Soda Jerks will be nothing more then a fond memory.
Scene fades to black.
Gambler
Can you hear me now? Good. How ‘bout now? Good. Can you hear me now? You’ll be hearing a lot of that at Asylum, Cyrus. After the ass beating you get by myself and my buddy, Bobby, the referee will be checking to see if you can still hear out of either ear. That, of course, will happen after they check for such stuff as a concussion, or whether or not you can see out of either eye. After all, I’ve been making a punk out of you for a number of weeks, now. Nothing new is going to happen this week.
Ever wonder what it’s like being the red-headed stepchild? Show up at Asylum this week, if you feel like finding out. Everything I’ve done to you, thus far, has been nothing compared to what you’ll get in the future. What I’ve done already would’ve been a not-so-subtle message, back in my old days in Vegas…..well, before I got into certain legal issues. But, that’s not really the issue, now is it?
You were my bitch since the first day we faced. You’ll remain my bitch until I get bored of you. Once I’m bored of you, I’ll dump you like Kash dumps weed during a drug bust……right down the crapper.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Cyrus, you’ve always been the skid mark on the wrestling business. Smelly, disgusting…..no amount of scrubbing can get rid of you. Neither bleach nor ammonia are strong enough to get rid of you. No matter how many pairs of shorts are used, you manage to stain them all.
APW’s skid mark is going to finally be disposed of, one way or another. In past encounters, you’ve only had to deal with Gambler one-on-one. Haven’t had to deal with me, until now. Your odds have sucked before, Cyrus. Not sure you want to know what your odds are now.
Dealing with both of us will be like a game of cat and mouse. The Gambling Superstars are the cat. You’ve got the role of the mouse. We get to have a blast playing with you for as long as we want before finally putting you down. You’re tag team partners, the Big Time Douches, won’t be a factor in the match at all. Despite all the gold they’ve won in other promotions, despite all their success, Gambler and I aren’t all that impressed. Gambler’s accomplishments as a manager, in one of APW’s affiliates, means more then all of their title reigns put together.
I’ve done more in my career then these two, and I’ve yet to win championship gold. I’ve made and destroyed more superstars then any other wrestler in APW. I’ve only begun showing my greatness around here, in recent history. Between three men, maybe you’ll have enough combined manhood to actually do something to either myself or Gambler.
Gambler
Ya know, I just thought of something. I think I know who Chris Cyrus reminds me of. I always suspected Cyrus was low class, even by Asylum’s standards. I think I’ve finally figured out why he was always so familiar.
Gambler rushes out of scene for a moment while Bodacious looks on confused. A few moments later, Gambler comes back with an oversized photo. Gambler proceeds to sit back down, turning the photo around in the process, revealing the following image:
Gambler
See this ugly dick? I think him and Chris are twins.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Doesn’t say much for Cyrus’ goons, does it? If this moron is on the team, then you know what this makes the Big Time Soda Jerks, don’t ya?
Gambler begins laughing at the thought.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
I always knew that our opponents were trash. Why I didn’t see them as the trailer park trash that they are is beyond me. I’m going to take personal pleasure sending you back to Sunnyvale with your tale between your legs. You can do whatever inbred bullshit that white trash like yourself does when you get back. Bang your best friends girl, shoot up the trailer park, get stoned…..doesn’t really matter. You’ll be out of our hair, once and for all.
If you’re really good and work hard, Cyrus, you’ll study real hard and get your Grade 10. You might almost be literate in a couple of years. It’s never too late in life to achieve such greatness.
Gambler
While you’re getting educated, we’ll be making bigger and better wagers. Our next goal? Perhaps the Tag Team Titles. Maybe another shot at the Tap Out Title. Might go all out, claiming both the World & Undisputed Championships. You and the Big Time Soda Jerks will be nothing more then a fond memory.
Scene fades to black.
