Post by Bruce "The Beast" Richards on Dec 10, 2005 15:37:50 GMT -5
(Lights up on BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS, clad in a shuit jacket and unbuttoned collared shirt, sitting at the desk of his home office. He is reading a copy of "Red Harvest" and smoking a cigar. The bright afternoon sun shines through the window to his left, and Miles Davis is playing softly through the stereo. He closes his book, folds his hands together, and adresses the camera.)
THE BEAST: Good afternoon. I'd like to talk for a few minutes about what the Dudes had to say yesterday. But first, I'd like to extend my thanks to the both of them. That's right, Cam and Mike, I want to thank you. You got Kyle more fired up about this Monday's match than I've ever seen before. I've been trying my best to motivate him, get him away from doing stupid stunts, but the two of you succeeded where I could not. Thanks for doing my job for me, boys.
Now, about your little announcement yesterday. First of all, I don't think it's very responsible of you two to talk about a drinking competition with the Decapitators. Those boys just got back on the wagon, thanks to D-X's little intervention, and I don't think you guys want to be their enablers. Please, think about the children; they're not as responsible and self-aware as you two are. (Rolls his eyes.)
Then there's the insinuation that Kyle and I need to be bosom buddies for some reason. Sure, we have our problems, but seriously Dudes: you think you're a better tag team than us because you sleep in, eat breakfast in the afternoon, and play video games together like two stoned drop-outs? Because you get along with each other and "hang out"? This may come as a surprise to you, but great teams don't alway have to get along to do great things. (Gets up from his chair and walks to the front of the desk.)
Take Miles Davis for instance: he was an arrogant prick, a real hardass. Most of the guys that played with him just came to play and then got the hell away from him. They weren't friends, but they played some of the best music that's ever been made. Or, to put it in a context you two would understand: the guy at the fry station doesn't need to have beers with the guy in the drive-through every night to make sure I get my order on time. (Leans back on the desk.) A good team is one that does the job and does it well. Period.
D-X knows how to party, but we also know when. (Picks up his two title belts and displays them for the camera.) We have these titles because we trained hard and did what was necessary to win. Not by discussing the finer points of video games over brunch, or splitting a pitcher after work. This is our job, and we take it seriously. So have fun commiserating on Monday night with your drinking buddies, or "tag-teaming" your little cheerleader, or whatever you have to do to cheer yourselves up. I'll be busy celebrating the D-X's latest Tag Team Championship win, with my tag team partner.
(The phone on THE BEAST's desk rings, and he puts the belts down to answer it.) Hello? Hey, Kyle...yeah, yeah, I'm just finishing up. What? No I didn't see Casino's latest promo...listen, just becase you seem to like the guy...*sigh*...Fine. I'll see you at the gym in a few hours. (Hangs up as the camera fades out.)
THE BEAST: Good afternoon. I'd like to talk for a few minutes about what the Dudes had to say yesterday. But first, I'd like to extend my thanks to the both of them. That's right, Cam and Mike, I want to thank you. You got Kyle more fired up about this Monday's match than I've ever seen before. I've been trying my best to motivate him, get him away from doing stupid stunts, but the two of you succeeded where I could not. Thanks for doing my job for me, boys.
Now, about your little announcement yesterday. First of all, I don't think it's very responsible of you two to talk about a drinking competition with the Decapitators. Those boys just got back on the wagon, thanks to D-X's little intervention, and I don't think you guys want to be their enablers. Please, think about the children; they're not as responsible and self-aware as you two are. (Rolls his eyes.)
Then there's the insinuation that Kyle and I need to be bosom buddies for some reason. Sure, we have our problems, but seriously Dudes: you think you're a better tag team than us because you sleep in, eat breakfast in the afternoon, and play video games together like two stoned drop-outs? Because you get along with each other and "hang out"? This may come as a surprise to you, but great teams don't alway have to get along to do great things. (Gets up from his chair and walks to the front of the desk.)
Take Miles Davis for instance: he was an arrogant prick, a real hardass. Most of the guys that played with him just came to play and then got the hell away from him. They weren't friends, but they played some of the best music that's ever been made. Or, to put it in a context you two would understand: the guy at the fry station doesn't need to have beers with the guy in the drive-through every night to make sure I get my order on time. (Leans back on the desk.) A good team is one that does the job and does it well. Period.
D-X knows how to party, but we also know when. (Picks up his two title belts and displays them for the camera.) We have these titles because we trained hard and did what was necessary to win. Not by discussing the finer points of video games over brunch, or splitting a pitcher after work. This is our job, and we take it seriously. So have fun commiserating on Monday night with your drinking buddies, or "tag-teaming" your little cheerleader, or whatever you have to do to cheer yourselves up. I'll be busy celebrating the D-X's latest Tag Team Championship win, with my tag team partner.
(The phone on THE BEAST's desk rings, and he puts the belts down to answer it.) Hello? Hey, Kyle...yeah, yeah, I'm just finishing up. What? No I didn't see Casino's latest promo...listen, just becase you seem to like the guy...*sigh*...Fine. I'll see you at the gym in a few hours. (Hangs up as the camera fades out.)