Post by The Decapitators on Nov 11, 2005 10:47:05 GMT -5
D! and The Decapitators are sitting back at a bar near Whyte Avenue.
Axe: OUCH!! That's stings! (Holding a bag of ice over a lump on his head)
Diamond: Have a beer, it will take the edge off. Hell, have three
D! (who is obviously having a hard time keeping up with Axe & Diamond's drinking ways): Gesshh, Everyone's all over me now man, Plague, Immortal and even "Bad Boy" [jobbed! (coughs Axe)] Joey Malone.
Diamond: Don't worry man, those three names you listed you could beat like nobody's business. Well...their good, but not D good
D!: It's D!, one word said real loud. Dont' forget it. Anyways, I not that good either. I mean, I'm a rookie. I trained in unothordox old-school, what do I have a chance against a guy who's gonna chokeslam me off the top rope!! Or give me a Black Death!! or, actually no, Bad Boy I could take in my sleep. But literally what are my chances?
Axe (getting frustrated) : HEY!! What does that belt say? It says NAPW CHAMPION OF THE WORLD. That belts means YOU ARE MR. NAPW!! And no-one can take away that title, NOT ONE PERSON.
Diamond: YAH!! [wait what were we talking about (whispered off to the side to Axe) oh yeah] And when you get into that ring the ring nothing can stop your Nyquil Driver!!
D!: Speaking of Nyquil, do you have any? I'm feeling a little bit qu-burb-easy over here. Oopsy Daisy!
D! falls to the floor drunk but Axe and Diamond are too fired up to notice.
Axe: So when we get into that ring with The New and "Improved" D-X. Were gonna bring everything we got!
Diamond: Every last: fuel cell, ounce of strength and anything else I got left in me.
Axe: Cause when those curtains open
Both together: Its decapitating time!
Axe and Diamond leave, leaving D! a drunken mess on the floor. The camera zooms up close to D!'s face
D! (mumbling with a smile on his face) : Bunch of peanuts, that will give 'em the confidence to take out D-X. Barkeep! (motions to bartender, bringing his voice back to normal volume). Bring some nacho's over here...and the phone, I'm not good to drive.
Camera fades to black while you see the bartender with a plate of nachos and a corded phone in his hands
Axe: OUCH!! That's stings! (Holding a bag of ice over a lump on his head)
Diamond: Have a beer, it will take the edge off. Hell, have three
D! (who is obviously having a hard time keeping up with Axe & Diamond's drinking ways): Gesshh, Everyone's all over me now man, Plague, Immortal and even "Bad Boy" [jobbed! (coughs Axe)] Joey Malone.
Diamond: Don't worry man, those three names you listed you could beat like nobody's business. Well...their good, but not D good
D!: It's D!, one word said real loud. Dont' forget it. Anyways, I not that good either. I mean, I'm a rookie. I trained in unothordox old-school, what do I have a chance against a guy who's gonna chokeslam me off the top rope!! Or give me a Black Death!! or, actually no, Bad Boy I could take in my sleep. But literally what are my chances?
Axe (getting frustrated) : HEY!! What does that belt say? It says NAPW CHAMPION OF THE WORLD. That belts means YOU ARE MR. NAPW!! And no-one can take away that title, NOT ONE PERSON.
Diamond: YAH!! [wait what were we talking about (whispered off to the side to Axe) oh yeah] And when you get into that ring the ring nothing can stop your Nyquil Driver!!
D!: Speaking of Nyquil, do you have any? I'm feeling a little bit qu-burb-easy over here. Oopsy Daisy!
D! falls to the floor drunk but Axe and Diamond are too fired up to notice.
Axe: So when we get into that ring with The New and "Improved" D-X. Were gonna bring everything we got!
Diamond: Every last: fuel cell, ounce of strength and anything else I got left in me.
Axe: Cause when those curtains open
Both together: Its decapitating time!
Axe and Diamond leave, leaving D! a drunken mess on the floor. The camera zooms up close to D!'s face
D! (mumbling with a smile on his face) : Bunch of peanuts, that will give 'em the confidence to take out D-X. Barkeep! (motions to bartender, bringing his voice back to normal volume). Bring some nacho's over here...and the phone, I'm not good to drive.
Camera fades to black while you see the bartender with a plate of nachos and a corded phone in his hands