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Post by Scott [NAPW Staff] on Dec 3, 2005 3:01:02 GMT -5
Lights up in Commissioner Winchell's office. The camera pans up over a large plush chair to see a gorgeous brunette in a blue - and skimpy - cheerleader outfit sitting on the desk. She is smiling as she finishes signing a contract, then places it on the desk. As she talks, she speaks to someone seated in the chair... presumably, it is the Commish.
Cheerleader: Mr. Winchell, sir, you've just made yourself the best deal of your career. But don't take my word for it! Here, let me introduce you to your newest stars!
The Cheerleader hops off the desk and hurries to the door, which she rips over with an overabundance of enthusiasm. Standing on the other side, looking somewhat surprised by the force with which the door was just opened, are a big guy in a football jersey, and a lightweight in a bowling shirt. They look like a pair of frat boys.
Lightweight: Jesus Tiffany, break the door why don't 'cha?
Tiffany (The Cheerleader): Mr. Winchell, this is Mike Johnston.
Mike (The Lightweight): Nodding to the chair. Yo.
Tiffany: And this is Cameron Scott.
Cam (The Big Guy): Gives a wave. How you doing?
Tiffany: And together they are...
Tiffany hops in place, then spells out letters with her body.
Tiffany: D...U...D...E...S! Theeeeeeee DUDES!
She poses triumphantly and awaits her applause. The Dudes exchange a nervous glance and then address the chair.
Mike: Sorry about that Mr. Commish, she's been itching to do that for, like, a week.
Cam: She practiced all day in the mirror. Seriously.
Mike: We can't take her anywhere.
Cam: We CAN'T. Most places lock the door when they see us coming!
Tiffany gives a "Harrumph!" and pouts.
Tiffany: You guys never let me have any fun!
Mike: Aw, Tiff, come on. That's not true. We're just joshin' ya!
Cam: I mean, what would "The Dudes" be without you? You're totally one of the Dudes.
Tiffany: Pretends to sniffle. You mean that?
Mike and Cam: Yes.
Tiffany: Grins in triumph. Alright. I forgive you! Go, DUDES!
She gives another jump and hugs the Dudes, each in turn. Then jogs out of the room, happily. Mike laughs and follows her out. Cam hesitates and glances at the chair.
Cam: I hope you know what you're in for.
He pauses, as though waiting for a response...
Tiffany and Mike peek back into the office.
Tiffany: So you think he'll like us?
Mike: Sure he will. You're cute as a bugs ear! How can he resist the Tiffany charm?
Cam: The secretary said he'd be back from lunch in about another half hour, we can totally grab a coffee or something while we wait.
Mike: Yeah, I saw a place on the way here, let's go check it out.
Cam: Say, Tiff, what did you sign on his desk anyway?
Tiffany: I dunno. Some papers...
The Dudes leave the office, and the camera pulls around the chair to reveal that it was, indeed, empty the whole time.
Cheerleader: Mr. Winchell, sir, you've just made yourself the best deal of your career. But don't take my word for it! Here, let me introduce you to your newest stars!
The Cheerleader hops off the desk and hurries to the door, which she rips over with an overabundance of enthusiasm. Standing on the other side, looking somewhat surprised by the force with which the door was just opened, are a big guy in a football jersey, and a lightweight in a bowling shirt. They look like a pair of frat boys.
Lightweight: Jesus Tiffany, break the door why don't 'cha?
Tiffany (The Cheerleader): Mr. Winchell, this is Mike Johnston.
Mike (The Lightweight): Nodding to the chair. Yo.
Tiffany: And this is Cameron Scott.
Cam (The Big Guy): Gives a wave. How you doing?
Tiffany: And together they are...
Tiffany hops in place, then spells out letters with her body.
Tiffany: D...U...D...E...S! Theeeeeeee DUDES!
She poses triumphantly and awaits her applause. The Dudes exchange a nervous glance and then address the chair.
Mike: Sorry about that Mr. Commish, she's been itching to do that for, like, a week.
Cam: She practiced all day in the mirror. Seriously.
Mike: We can't take her anywhere.
Cam: We CAN'T. Most places lock the door when they see us coming!
Tiffany gives a "Harrumph!" and pouts.
Tiffany: You guys never let me have any fun!
Mike: Aw, Tiff, come on. That's not true. We're just joshin' ya!
Cam: I mean, what would "The Dudes" be without you? You're totally one of the Dudes.
Tiffany: Pretends to sniffle. You mean that?
Mike and Cam: Yes.
Tiffany: Grins in triumph. Alright. I forgive you! Go, DUDES!
She gives another jump and hugs the Dudes, each in turn. Then jogs out of the room, happily. Mike laughs and follows her out. Cam hesitates and glances at the chair.
Cam: I hope you know what you're in for.
He pauses, as though waiting for a response...
Tiffany and Mike peek back into the office.
Tiffany: So you think he'll like us?
Mike: Sure he will. You're cute as a bugs ear! How can he resist the Tiffany charm?
Cam: The secretary said he'd be back from lunch in about another half hour, we can totally grab a coffee or something while we wait.
Mike: Yeah, I saw a place on the way here, let's go check it out.
Cam: Say, Tiff, what did you sign on his desk anyway?
Tiffany: I dunno. Some papers...
The Dudes leave the office, and the camera pulls around the chair to reveal that it was, indeed, empty the whole time.