Post by nexusone on Dec 10, 2005 5:43:23 GMT -5
(Rex Caliber is on American Airlines flight 116, en route to Edmonton, Alberta, from Cleveland, Ohio. His best friend Ronny is on the flight with him, helping him scout his upcoming opponents, and to generally keep him company. Rex takes out his laptop, where Ronny has saved all of Rex’s email and some information on all of the NAPW roster.)
Rex: So did I get any mail about any bookings?
Ronny: Yeah, your agent McKinney sent you something.
(Rex opens the file that contains the emails.)
Mr. Caliber,
I have gotten you a few bookings with a promotion out of Pittsburgh, the matches will be at the Steelside Bar and Grill. The 18th and the 25th.
Your Welcome,
Agent Brian McKinney
(Rex stares at the text like someone spilled his last ounce of beer.)
Rex: This guy booked me at a show, that takes place in a bar, on Christmas.
Ronny: Yeah, free beer all night.
(Rex looks over at Ronny with a surprised look.)
Rex: Free beer!?
Ronny: Yeah and a meal too, plus your match money.
Rex: Maybe that agent knows what he is doing after all. Ok… so what did you scoop up about these Decapitators?
Ronny: Well, and I know this is a shock, but they have never chopped off a head of anyone.
(Ronny laughs.)
Ronny: Seriously, ones your size, and has a decent amateur background. His name is Ax. His partner is an inch taller than a midget. Weighs like maybe 150 lbs. Good aerial attack, but can be pretty much took out easy with your skills.
Rex: A midget? Damn… ok. My partner?
Ronny: Static, isn’t the biggest guy in the world but bigger than Diamond the midget. Former Provincial champ.
Rex: Yeah he lost it at Black Thursday. My first card. He has some skill but got the bad end of it.
Ronny: He is on a losing skid though. Lost to Diamond the midget, Thursday at Action.
Rex: Well, I’m going to make sure that his losing days are over. I got a good feeling about this guy. Can you imagine if this works, we could be the next great tag team.
Ronny: What would you call the team?
(Rex motions his hands like he is reading a name of a marquee.)
Rex: STATIC… ELECTRICITY!!
Ronny: What about X-Static?
Rex: That names to close to D-X, I’d hate for them to sue us.
Ronny: I doubt Vinny would sue you.
Rex: Vinny, no I’m talking about Kyle Roberts.
(Rex is then approached by the Airline security.)
Security officer: Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but that guy back there has reported that you might have weapons in your carry on.
(Rex gets up and sees a man in the back dressed like the Grim Reaper.)
Rex: That guy, reported that I might have weapons?
Ronny: Oh, I know him… that’s Death. He must be trying to kill your career like he did his.
Security Officer: I need to check it.
(Rex allows the man to check his bag. The officer pulls out plastic pink handcuffs, a shoe horn, some sexy lingerie, and a cucumber.)
Security officer: No weapons in here. But I must say those are some cute thongs.
(The officer and Ronny laugh out loud as Rex turns beet red.)
Rex: That’s not my bag, It’s the other one. Check the other one.
(A 350lb woman gets mad as she realizes they have her bag.)
Security officer: Sorry Ma’am!
(The officer gets the right bag and searches it. He pulls out a black pair of plastic handcuffs, a bottle of baby oil and FHM magazine. )
Security officer: Is this the right bag?
Rex: Yeah that’s my stuff.
(The officer and Ronny laugh again.)
Rex: The handcuffs are for my nephew to play with, the oil is to use before my matches to look good. The magazine is for reading.
Security officer: Ok sir, That’s all.
(He leaves as Rex and Ronny sits back down, ready to enjoy their flight.)
Ronny: Your girlfriend also sent you an email. It said something about the cat crapped in the house and she doesn’t know what to do about it.
(Rex turns red again and just shakes his head.)
Rex: So did I get any mail about any bookings?
Ronny: Yeah, your agent McKinney sent you something.
(Rex opens the file that contains the emails.)
Mr. Caliber,
I have gotten you a few bookings with a promotion out of Pittsburgh, the matches will be at the Steelside Bar and Grill. The 18th and the 25th.
Your Welcome,
Agent Brian McKinney
(Rex stares at the text like someone spilled his last ounce of beer.)
Rex: This guy booked me at a show, that takes place in a bar, on Christmas.
Ronny: Yeah, free beer all night.
(Rex looks over at Ronny with a surprised look.)
Rex: Free beer!?
Ronny: Yeah and a meal too, plus your match money.
Rex: Maybe that agent knows what he is doing after all. Ok… so what did you scoop up about these Decapitators?
Ronny: Well, and I know this is a shock, but they have never chopped off a head of anyone.
(Ronny laughs.)
Ronny: Seriously, ones your size, and has a decent amateur background. His name is Ax. His partner is an inch taller than a midget. Weighs like maybe 150 lbs. Good aerial attack, but can be pretty much took out easy with your skills.
Rex: A midget? Damn… ok. My partner?
Ronny: Static, isn’t the biggest guy in the world but bigger than Diamond the midget. Former Provincial champ.
Rex: Yeah he lost it at Black Thursday. My first card. He has some skill but got the bad end of it.
Ronny: He is on a losing skid though. Lost to Diamond the midget, Thursday at Action.
Rex: Well, I’m going to make sure that his losing days are over. I got a good feeling about this guy. Can you imagine if this works, we could be the next great tag team.
Ronny: What would you call the team?
(Rex motions his hands like he is reading a name of a marquee.)
Rex: STATIC… ELECTRICITY!!
Ronny: What about X-Static?
Rex: That names to close to D-X, I’d hate for them to sue us.
Ronny: I doubt Vinny would sue you.
Rex: Vinny, no I’m talking about Kyle Roberts.
(Rex is then approached by the Airline security.)
Security officer: Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but that guy back there has reported that you might have weapons in your carry on.
(Rex gets up and sees a man in the back dressed like the Grim Reaper.)
Rex: That guy, reported that I might have weapons?
Ronny: Oh, I know him… that’s Death. He must be trying to kill your career like he did his.
Security Officer: I need to check it.
(Rex allows the man to check his bag. The officer pulls out plastic pink handcuffs, a shoe horn, some sexy lingerie, and a cucumber.)
Security officer: No weapons in here. But I must say those are some cute thongs.
(The officer and Ronny laugh out loud as Rex turns beet red.)
Rex: That’s not my bag, It’s the other one. Check the other one.
(A 350lb woman gets mad as she realizes they have her bag.)
Security officer: Sorry Ma’am!
(The officer gets the right bag and searches it. He pulls out a black pair of plastic handcuffs, a bottle of baby oil and FHM magazine. )
Security officer: Is this the right bag?
Rex: Yeah that’s my stuff.
(The officer and Ronny laugh again.)
Rex: The handcuffs are for my nephew to play with, the oil is to use before my matches to look good. The magazine is for reading.
Security officer: Ok sir, That’s all.
(He leaves as Rex and Ronny sits back down, ready to enjoy their flight.)
Ronny: Your girlfriend also sent you an email. It said something about the cat crapped in the house and she doesn’t know what to do about it.
(Rex turns red again and just shakes his head.)