Post by Static on Nov 20, 2005 16:34:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's me. Ploogans?! Plaguely!! The Plizzle Indizzle f'Shizzle! Listen bud, we've gotta discuss the tag match, let's meet at the El Scorcho... Plizzle!? Fine. I'll be waiting."
(Fade in. NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION The Static. The Mayor. Together again, fresh off Static's first Provincial Title defense against Olympic gold medalist, Lobo. Static, presumably trying to make some kind of a wacky point against his future opponents, is... uh... wearing a loincloth. Fleming's... in a bear suit. This can't be good for those allegations of homosexuality...)
STATIC: Jungle Book, kids! Respect! Wait, no, cut! Cut! Fleming, you're all wrong!
(Right. The two have poorly constructed a rainforest-type setting in Static's cold, dark Edmonton apartment, for which to shoot some sort of parody of "the Jungle Book." Somehow, they've managed to obtain all sorts of different animals, from the two huge anacondas that Static's grappling, to Bill Fleming, dressed as a bear, presumably playing the part of Baloo. Static's stopped rolling in order to chide Fleming.)
STATIC: Look, if you want to treat this like some bush-league presentation, let me know now so I can take my name off the project, the Mayor! This is ridiculous!
(Silent treatment. Fleming bows his head, then recoils from obvious pain.)
STATIC: Oh, yeah, the Mayor, stay quiet. Kind of like how you were when Ravager chained me to that guardrail! The circulation could've been cut from my wrists, causing my hands to go numb... I need these hands, the Mayor! They're my prize pig!
(More silence.)
STATIC: Ugh. This is ridiculous, the Mayor. C'mon, we've got to hurry if we're going to meet Plague in time... he gets awfully touchy when he's angry.
(And out the door they head, one clad in a loincloth, the other in a bear suit, leaving behind wild animals, paint cans, and palm trees. One gets the impression that this is perfectly normal.)
(Fade in. NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION The Static. The Mayor. Together again, fresh off Static's first Provincial Title defense against Olympic gold medalist, Lobo. Static, presumably trying to make some kind of a wacky point against his future opponents, is... uh... wearing a loincloth. Fleming's... in a bear suit. This can't be good for those allegations of homosexuality...)
STATIC: Jungle Book, kids! Respect! Wait, no, cut! Cut! Fleming, you're all wrong!
(Right. The two have poorly constructed a rainforest-type setting in Static's cold, dark Edmonton apartment, for which to shoot some sort of parody of "the Jungle Book." Somehow, they've managed to obtain all sorts of different animals, from the two huge anacondas that Static's grappling, to Bill Fleming, dressed as a bear, presumably playing the part of Baloo. Static's stopped rolling in order to chide Fleming.)
STATIC: Look, if you want to treat this like some bush-league presentation, let me know now so I can take my name off the project, the Mayor! This is ridiculous!
(Silent treatment. Fleming bows his head, then recoils from obvious pain.)
STATIC: Oh, yeah, the Mayor, stay quiet. Kind of like how you were when Ravager chained me to that guardrail! The circulation could've been cut from my wrists, causing my hands to go numb... I need these hands, the Mayor! They're my prize pig!
(More silence.)
STATIC: Ugh. This is ridiculous, the Mayor. C'mon, we've got to hurry if we're going to meet Plague in time... he gets awfully touchy when he's angry.
(And out the door they head, one clad in a loincloth, the other in a bear suit, leaving behind wild animals, paint cans, and palm trees. One gets the impression that this is perfectly normal.)