Post by JD Storm on Jun 9, 2011 23:27:42 GMT -4
Scene opens on a private, luxurious jet, somewhere in the passenger area. Bodacious has a sour look on his face. A short distance away in the bathrooms, several loud “explosive” sounds can be heard, along with some grunting and groaning.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
I seriously can’t wait to get this flight over. Sick of being in Canada. Sick of the Red Shield Mafia. Sick of the stench……..*plugging nose……….damn it, Gambler! Open up the can of Lysol in there, already. Damn, I told you to leave that Indian food alone.
Gambler
It wasn’t Indian, this time. I think it was bad Thai food.
*painful grunting*
My butt hole is doing hola hoops around my stomach, right now. Got any Pepto?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
You drank a gallon of that pink goo before getting on the plane. Trust me, you don’t need more.
Gambler
Wanna make a bet?
Gambler lets one more rip, making Bodacious’ face pucker up even worse. A short moment later, Gambler comes out, emptying the last of the Lysol into the bathroom. Gambler shuts the bathroom door, gets to his seat and buckles in. Moments later, the pilot gets on the intercom and begins the pre-flight announcements.
Scene comes back a short time later, showing Gambler and Bodacious in flight. A stewardess has just finished serving drinks. Bodacious still looks like a sourpuss while Gambler is managing to relax a bit.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
That wasn’t the way I wanted to make my debut on Overdrive. Gambler & I were supposed to go into the show, kick some Red Shield Mafia ass, then proceed to Asylum where I’d advance in the Test for the Best tournament. Instead, through some bullshit decision, our pinfall victory was overruled because of a pair of brass knuckles. Seriously, professional wrestling doesn’t have instant replays. Once you make a call, that’s it. You can’t go back on it.
Red Shield Mafia, rest assured, you haven’t heard the last of us. Not by a long shot. We will be back at Overdrive. When we come back, you’ll rue the day. You’ll rue the day you ever laid eyes on us.
Until that day comes, I have more immediate concerns to deal with, something a little bit bigger to be concerned about. APW’s Test for the Best is starting up. Sixteen competitors. Eight representing Overdrive. Eight will represent Asylum. The qualifying rounds have already started up on Overdrive. Asylum does their qualifiers on June 19th.
My unfortunate victim is Tyler Vaughn. Man, didn’t you just beat him recently?
Gambler
Yeah. Beat him easily at Mayhem during the Tap Out Gauntlet.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
That’s what I thought. This should be an easier qualifier then I realized. I should actually feel guilty about this. I really should. Nobody likes watching mismatched opponents, especially when one of those opponents is as grossly outmatched as you are. This will be a mismatch that nobody has witnessed since David & Goliath.
Gambler
Didn’t David beat Goliath?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
*evil glare towards Gambler*
Fine, I’ll use another one. This is a bigger mismatch then Bush 43 and literacy. You could replace literacy with intelligence, competency, or even common sense. Tyler, my boy, you’ve taken on a task that’s too great for your C average mind to take on. No, I’m not talking about thinking….though, that couldn’t hurt any, at this point.
Well, maybe I should talk about “thinking” a bit. After all, you’re C- brain isn’t quite capable of taking on the mind of a near genius, such as myself. Mentally speaking, you’re nothing more then a midget trying to compete in a giants’ world, a world that is owned and operated by Bodacious Enterprises. When you’re as wealthy & as powerful as I am, you don’t need to be the best at what you do. Not that I’m not the best, here in APW, not in a long shot. I just don’t need to be the best. With the inferior talent that I’m facing, I don’t need to bother with my “B” Game. I won’t even need my “C” Game.
Test for the Best. Why are we even allowing a second class wrestler like Vaughn in the tournament? Some of the competitors, I can actually understand getting the opportunities. Tyler Vaughn? Have you done anything worthwhile, lately? When’s the last time you actually won a match? Damn, even I’ve won a few matches lately.
Gambler should’ve been given consideration before you, since he punked you out at Mayhem. Even when people beat either one of us, they go to Hell and back to do so. Can’t say the same for you. For you, it’s really like a house of cards. All it takes is a slight breeze and you, like the house of cards, collapses where it once stood. Once you collapse, and believe me, it won’t take long, I’ll place my foot on your chest as the referee counts the 1.…..2.……3. Our announcer will inform everyone that I’ve advanced to the Test for the Best Pay-Per-View, where I will prove once and for all that I really am the best wrestler in APW.
Red Shield Mafia, if you’re smart, which I doubt highly, you’ll watch what I do to Mr. Vaughn. His whooping should serve as a sign of things to come.
Gambler
Stewardess, do we have any pretzels on board? I could sure use some if we do.
Scene slowly fades out as Gambler manages to get some snacks and a fresh drink. Bodacious looks on a bit “disturbed” as the scene comes to an end.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
I seriously can’t wait to get this flight over. Sick of being in Canada. Sick of the Red Shield Mafia. Sick of the stench……..*plugging nose……….damn it, Gambler! Open up the can of Lysol in there, already. Damn, I told you to leave that Indian food alone.
Gambler
It wasn’t Indian, this time. I think it was bad Thai food.
*painful grunting*
My butt hole is doing hola hoops around my stomach, right now. Got any Pepto?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
You drank a gallon of that pink goo before getting on the plane. Trust me, you don’t need more.
Gambler
Wanna make a bet?
Gambler lets one more rip, making Bodacious’ face pucker up even worse. A short moment later, Gambler comes out, emptying the last of the Lysol into the bathroom. Gambler shuts the bathroom door, gets to his seat and buckles in. Moments later, the pilot gets on the intercom and begins the pre-flight announcements.
Scene comes back a short time later, showing Gambler and Bodacious in flight. A stewardess has just finished serving drinks. Bodacious still looks like a sourpuss while Gambler is managing to relax a bit.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
That wasn’t the way I wanted to make my debut on Overdrive. Gambler & I were supposed to go into the show, kick some Red Shield Mafia ass, then proceed to Asylum where I’d advance in the Test for the Best tournament. Instead, through some bullshit decision, our pinfall victory was overruled because of a pair of brass knuckles. Seriously, professional wrestling doesn’t have instant replays. Once you make a call, that’s it. You can’t go back on it.
Red Shield Mafia, rest assured, you haven’t heard the last of us. Not by a long shot. We will be back at Overdrive. When we come back, you’ll rue the day. You’ll rue the day you ever laid eyes on us.
Until that day comes, I have more immediate concerns to deal with, something a little bit bigger to be concerned about. APW’s Test for the Best is starting up. Sixteen competitors. Eight representing Overdrive. Eight will represent Asylum. The qualifying rounds have already started up on Overdrive. Asylum does their qualifiers on June 19th.
My unfortunate victim is Tyler Vaughn. Man, didn’t you just beat him recently?
Gambler
Yeah. Beat him easily at Mayhem during the Tap Out Gauntlet.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
That’s what I thought. This should be an easier qualifier then I realized. I should actually feel guilty about this. I really should. Nobody likes watching mismatched opponents, especially when one of those opponents is as grossly outmatched as you are. This will be a mismatch that nobody has witnessed since David & Goliath.
Gambler
Didn’t David beat Goliath?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
*evil glare towards Gambler*
Fine, I’ll use another one. This is a bigger mismatch then Bush 43 and literacy. You could replace literacy with intelligence, competency, or even common sense. Tyler, my boy, you’ve taken on a task that’s too great for your C average mind to take on. No, I’m not talking about thinking….though, that couldn’t hurt any, at this point.
Well, maybe I should talk about “thinking” a bit. After all, you’re C- brain isn’t quite capable of taking on the mind of a near genius, such as myself. Mentally speaking, you’re nothing more then a midget trying to compete in a giants’ world, a world that is owned and operated by Bodacious Enterprises. When you’re as wealthy & as powerful as I am, you don’t need to be the best at what you do. Not that I’m not the best, here in APW, not in a long shot. I just don’t need to be the best. With the inferior talent that I’m facing, I don’t need to bother with my “B” Game. I won’t even need my “C” Game.
Test for the Best. Why are we even allowing a second class wrestler like Vaughn in the tournament? Some of the competitors, I can actually understand getting the opportunities. Tyler Vaughn? Have you done anything worthwhile, lately? When’s the last time you actually won a match? Damn, even I’ve won a few matches lately.
Gambler should’ve been given consideration before you, since he punked you out at Mayhem. Even when people beat either one of us, they go to Hell and back to do so. Can’t say the same for you. For you, it’s really like a house of cards. All it takes is a slight breeze and you, like the house of cards, collapses where it once stood. Once you collapse, and believe me, it won’t take long, I’ll place my foot on your chest as the referee counts the 1.…..2.……3. Our announcer will inform everyone that I’ve advanced to the Test for the Best Pay-Per-View, where I will prove once and for all that I really am the best wrestler in APW.
Red Shield Mafia, if you’re smart, which I doubt highly, you’ll watch what I do to Mr. Vaughn. His whooping should serve as a sign of things to come.
Gambler
Stewardess, do we have any pretzels on board? I could sure use some if we do.
Scene slowly fades out as Gambler manages to get some snacks and a fresh drink. Bodacious looks on a bit “disturbed” as the scene comes to an end.
