Post by 2nd Generation Saints on Dec 2, 2011 10:02:53 GMT -4
Cameras follow two young men - Adrien Cuervo and Chip Lorenzo as they walk though the backstage area of a recent APW House Show. As the two walk they bump into Cindy Shannon who tilts her head, not recognizing the men at all.
CINDY: Ahem! Excuse me, gentlemen? Are you guys lost?
Cuervo looks at Chip and smiles, before turning back towards Cindy.
CUERVO: Nada, mi amor, we're just looking around. We'rea tag team trying out tonight and we're hoping to get our contracts.
Cindy nods as she points them towards the lockerrom.
CINDY: Oh! You guys are up next! You need to hurry up! The locker rooms are straight down the hall.
Cuervo gives Cindy a flirtaceous wink, as Chip powerwalks down the hall, annoyed at his tag partners nonchalant attitude. Cuervo turns to Cindy and approaches her.
CUERVO: Hey, perhaps after our tryout maybe you and I could--
CINDY: Save it. You don't ever have a chance.
Cindy Shannon walks away from him as he turns and walks down the hallway. He turns and looks back at Cindy before continuing onward to open the door to the dressing room.
It is empty inside, save for two partitions in the large room, sectioning it in three. Cuervo looks down at his wristwatch and then calls out for his partner.
CUERVO: Hey, Chip? You'd better get a move on bro! We've got about 5 minutes, by my watch..
VOICE: That's all the time we need, suckah!
Cuervo turns around and gets waylaid with a steel chair right to the face. He stiffens up and falls back in an unconscious heap. The camera pans over to reveal a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt beneath a brown flight jacket. He tosses the chair aside, and calls out..
HOODED MAN: Hey, Cid! You done over there?
Camera pans to the left, where a mohawked man in a long black trenchcoat is dragging the unconscious body of Chip Lorenzo by his legs. He drops his legs to the floor and smirks, as he comes to stand next to the hooded man. We see that the two men are in in fact Cid Phoenix & Dan Bochner - two former APW Alumni. Cid stands next to Bochner as the both of them cross their arms and observe the carnage they've caused.
CID: Man, it's good to be back!
DAN: Who are you tellin', I got tired of not doing anything for most of this year!
CID: Well, Who's fault was that, Mr. I Wanna Run My Own Used Car Lot!
DAN: Hey, now! That was a respectable business!
CID: Sure, it was. Let's see if I can remember your sales pitch. Oh yeah, here it goes, "Buy this car, or I'll break your neck!" Is that about right?
DAN: Listen Cid, It's your fault that I'm in debt, you idiot!
CID: So I got drunk and tripped over a gas can! Who leaves a gas can in the middle of a used car lot anyways?
DAN: You're forgetting that when you tripped, you "somehow managed to drop your lit cigarette, and set off a chain-reaction which caused each and every car on the lot to combust" - do you even remember telling the cops that?
CID: Hey, buddy - That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Bochner looks at Phoenix and shakes his head. There is a brief pause between the two..
DAN: The cops even buy that story?
CID: Well they're gonna investigate. They told me not to leave town or anything.
DAN: Y'see? Now you're commiting felonies to get me to come back into wrestling?
CID: Hey, whatever, man. At least you're not wrestling under the last name "Crane" anymore.
DAN: Hey, that last manager told me that the name sounded cool and that it was gonna take me places!
CID: Says you.. We sounded like a flock of seagulls whenever they said our names together!
DAN: Oh, Come on, man..
CID: I'm glad that you're using your own name.
DAN: Oh yeah? Well.. I'm glad we're back together again.
CID: Kicking ass..
DAN: ..and taking names...
CID: .. Just like we've always done!
DAN: So.. you part on good terms with that "other" place?
CID: Not really.
Bochner shakes his head.
DAN: Will wonders never cease..
There is a knock on the door.
VOICE: Sirs! Your tag team tryout is next!
BOTH: OKAY!
Phoenix turns to Bochner.
CID: Any idea who we're facing?
DAN: Does it really matter?
CID (Shakes his head): No, not really.
DAN: Alright then, you got the brass knuckles in your jeans?
CID (Checking himself, gives a thumbs up): Check. You got that lead pipe?
DAN (Pulls a shortened lead pipe from inside his jacket): Check.
CID: Alrighty then. Let's go kick some ass and get our contracts.
DAN: I really feel sorry for these two bastards we're facing! HAHAHAHA
(Both men exit the dressing room, as the camera fades to black)
FIN
CINDY: Ahem! Excuse me, gentlemen? Are you guys lost?
Cuervo looks at Chip and smiles, before turning back towards Cindy.
CUERVO: Nada, mi amor, we're just looking around. We'rea tag team trying out tonight and we're hoping to get our contracts.
Cindy nods as she points them towards the lockerrom.
CINDY: Oh! You guys are up next! You need to hurry up! The locker rooms are straight down the hall.
Cuervo gives Cindy a flirtaceous wink, as Chip powerwalks down the hall, annoyed at his tag partners nonchalant attitude. Cuervo turns to Cindy and approaches her.
CUERVO: Hey, perhaps after our tryout maybe you and I could--
CINDY: Save it. You don't ever have a chance.
Cindy Shannon walks away from him as he turns and walks down the hallway. He turns and looks back at Cindy before continuing onward to open the door to the dressing room.
It is empty inside, save for two partitions in the large room, sectioning it in three. Cuervo looks down at his wristwatch and then calls out for his partner.
CUERVO: Hey, Chip? You'd better get a move on bro! We've got about 5 minutes, by my watch..
VOICE: That's all the time we need, suckah!
Cuervo turns around and gets waylaid with a steel chair right to the face. He stiffens up and falls back in an unconscious heap. The camera pans over to reveal a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt beneath a brown flight jacket. He tosses the chair aside, and calls out..
HOODED MAN: Hey, Cid! You done over there?
Camera pans to the left, where a mohawked man in a long black trenchcoat is dragging the unconscious body of Chip Lorenzo by his legs. He drops his legs to the floor and smirks, as he comes to stand next to the hooded man. We see that the two men are in in fact Cid Phoenix & Dan Bochner - two former APW Alumni. Cid stands next to Bochner as the both of them cross their arms and observe the carnage they've caused.
CID: Man, it's good to be back!
DAN: Who are you tellin', I got tired of not doing anything for most of this year!
CID: Well, Who's fault was that, Mr. I Wanna Run My Own Used Car Lot!
DAN: Hey, now! That was a respectable business!
CID: Sure, it was. Let's see if I can remember your sales pitch. Oh yeah, here it goes, "Buy this car, or I'll break your neck!" Is that about right?
DAN: Listen Cid, It's your fault that I'm in debt, you idiot!
CID: So I got drunk and tripped over a gas can! Who leaves a gas can in the middle of a used car lot anyways?
DAN: You're forgetting that when you tripped, you "somehow managed to drop your lit cigarette, and set off a chain-reaction which caused each and every car on the lot to combust" - do you even remember telling the cops that?
CID: Hey, buddy - That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Bochner looks at Phoenix and shakes his head. There is a brief pause between the two..
DAN: The cops even buy that story?
CID: Well they're gonna investigate. They told me not to leave town or anything.
DAN: Y'see? Now you're commiting felonies to get me to come back into wrestling?
CID: Hey, whatever, man. At least you're not wrestling under the last name "Crane" anymore.
DAN: Hey, that last manager told me that the name sounded cool and that it was gonna take me places!
CID: Says you.. We sounded like a flock of seagulls whenever they said our names together!
DAN: Oh, Come on, man..
CID: I'm glad that you're using your own name.
DAN: Oh yeah? Well.. I'm glad we're back together again.
CID: Kicking ass..
DAN: ..and taking names...
CID: .. Just like we've always done!
DAN: So.. you part on good terms with that "other" place?
CID: Not really.
Bochner shakes his head.
DAN: Will wonders never cease..
There is a knock on the door.
VOICE: Sirs! Your tag team tryout is next!
BOTH: OKAY!
Phoenix turns to Bochner.
CID: Any idea who we're facing?
DAN: Does it really matter?
CID (Shakes his head): No, not really.
DAN: Alright then, you got the brass knuckles in your jeans?
CID (Checking himself, gives a thumbs up): Check. You got that lead pipe?
DAN (Pulls a shortened lead pipe from inside his jacket): Check.
CID: Alrighty then. Let's go kick some ass and get our contracts.
DAN: I really feel sorry for these two bastards we're facing! HAHAHAHA
(Both men exit the dressing room, as the camera fades to black)
FIN
