Post by Static on Dec 13, 2005 20:08:11 GMT -5
("The Nexus One" Rex Caliber. "The Mayor" Bill Fleming. "The Static" Static McStaticson. Seperate, a future NAPW TV champ, future winner of the "Manager of the Year" award [they'll make it 'specially for him] and the once-and-future Provincial Champ. Together... well, apparently a tag team that's a force to be reckoned with in NAPW. Who'da thunk it. Currently, the three are playing the role of NAPW ambassadors, signing autographs at a record store in Medicine Hat, AB. Rex is showing off his hot-off-the-presses "REX CALIBER FOR PRIME MINISTER" t-shirt, Static's got on his Tie Domi Leafs jersey. It's a fair turnout, especially for two heels. However, most of the fans in attendence stand strong in Rex's line, very few are in Static's. Rex goes through fans like Michael Jackson does lawyers, without dancing on any cars. Static is not thrilled to be here at all, but Rex is basking in the spotlight.)
REX CALIBER: Can you believe this turnout, doc? I'm really digging it... my Freaks of Nature!...
STATIC: That's what you're calling your fans, now? It suits you... how the hell did you get so many, anyway? You had a freaking cheering section at the last show...
REX: (continuing over Static) I got my t-shirts, they're shaving their heads just like me! (remembering what Static said) Well, I guess they just respect great wrestling ability.
STATIC: Huh. Seems kinda ridiculous that they were cheer for you, then. (Rex glares. They may be a good up-and-coming team, but these two still have huge egos and aren't afraid to abuse them.) Kidding, bud. Nice show the other night, you did pretty good. The Decapitators... they're tough. Gave D-X a real run for their money a while ago.
REX: Like I told you, they're beatable. We needed to keep our gameplan simple, and execute to precise perfection. That's the Nexus way. (to the comely lady he's now signing for) I can teach you all about the Nexus way...
STATIC: (interrupting) Fleming says that we've got the locker room buzzing, inspired fear in the hearts of suckers. We could win the tag titles.
REX: (annoyed) Pfft. The locker room's been buzzing since I've arrived, doc. As for the tag titles... yeah, you'd need a talent like me to take you to the top.
(Before Static can think of a clever response that cuts Caliber back down to size, none other than "the Mayor" Bill Fleming bounds up to them. His face is full of candy and his eyes are full of energy. He's looking happier than he has in weeks.)
FLEMING: Static, can you believe this turnout?! Rex, you must have a real fanbase!
REX: (smiling at the now-grumbling Static) Growing every second of every day. Here, doc, have a t-shirt. Martin's not getting the job done, vote Rex Caliber for prime minister.
FLEMING: (putting it on over his shirt-and-tie combo) I guess so, damn! Rex, I don't remember if I told you yet, but that was a hell of a win that you guys pulled off on Monday. It's got everyone buzzing! I bet that Axe is still feeling that Total Annihilation.
REX: You know, Mayor... I've got a good feeling about this team. We could reach the stratusphere if everyone does their job... (voice tails towards Static, still grumbling)
STATIC: ...yeah, yeah. Tag titles later. That's what you guys don't understand, you look to the future too much. We've got guys on our plate now, D-X, who're tag champs since this fed started, and we don't know how to beat them.
(Static's hypocrisy is obvious, as he had just mentioned winning the tag titles not a few minutes prior. Caliber and Fleming exchange looks before Rex speaks with a slight chuckle.)
REX: Well, these guys are a lot bigger than us. We'll have to do what we do with all guys bigger than us... chop 'em down, get 'em on the mat.
FLEMING: (over-excited) Take out the tree trunks, Static!
(This time, it's Static and Caliber exchanging looks.)
REX: Exactly. Plus, these guys are mad. They just dropped the straps to the Dudes, and they're going to be angry. That anger is our friend, Static. Angry men do erratic things, they make mistakes. We capitalize on the mistakes they're going to make, and we'll be number one contenders, showered, and in the bar before thy wake up, doc. Signed, sealed, and delivered.
FLEMING: Oh yeah!
(An NAPW staffer walks to the table, a young man.)
STAFFER: Guys, you're about done here. Thanks a lot, we really appreciate it.
REX: No problem, any time. If there's one thing I'm about, it's self-promotion. Filling up the seats.
STATIC: I'll give this to you, Caliber: you know your stuff. Going to that q&a session now?
REX: Yep, filming it and sending it to NAPW.ca later tonight. Hey, Mayor, since I'm the future prime minister, would you consider changing positions to become my Secretary of Defense?
STATIC: (interrupting the Mayor) This guy couldn't defend Tie Domi in a shootout. Let's get out of here, Mayor. Caliber, I'll call you later.
(The Mayor leaves with a look of helplessness, while Rex shakes his head for a second before quickly forgetting the scene thanks to the lovely blonde waiting for him. Endscene.)
With immense help and dap from the Nexus One.
REX CALIBER: Can you believe this turnout, doc? I'm really digging it... my Freaks of Nature!...
STATIC: That's what you're calling your fans, now? It suits you... how the hell did you get so many, anyway? You had a freaking cheering section at the last show...
REX: (continuing over Static) I got my t-shirts, they're shaving their heads just like me! (remembering what Static said) Well, I guess they just respect great wrestling ability.
STATIC: Huh. Seems kinda ridiculous that they were cheer for you, then. (Rex glares. They may be a good up-and-coming team, but these two still have huge egos and aren't afraid to abuse them.) Kidding, bud. Nice show the other night, you did pretty good. The Decapitators... they're tough. Gave D-X a real run for their money a while ago.
REX: Like I told you, they're beatable. We needed to keep our gameplan simple, and execute to precise perfection. That's the Nexus way. (to the comely lady he's now signing for) I can teach you all about the Nexus way...
STATIC: (interrupting) Fleming says that we've got the locker room buzzing, inspired fear in the hearts of suckers. We could win the tag titles.
REX: (annoyed) Pfft. The locker room's been buzzing since I've arrived, doc. As for the tag titles... yeah, you'd need a talent like me to take you to the top.
(Before Static can think of a clever response that cuts Caliber back down to size, none other than "the Mayor" Bill Fleming bounds up to them. His face is full of candy and his eyes are full of energy. He's looking happier than he has in weeks.)
FLEMING: Static, can you believe this turnout?! Rex, you must have a real fanbase!
REX: (smiling at the now-grumbling Static) Growing every second of every day. Here, doc, have a t-shirt. Martin's not getting the job done, vote Rex Caliber for prime minister.
FLEMING: (putting it on over his shirt-and-tie combo) I guess so, damn! Rex, I don't remember if I told you yet, but that was a hell of a win that you guys pulled off on Monday. It's got everyone buzzing! I bet that Axe is still feeling that Total Annihilation.
REX: You know, Mayor... I've got a good feeling about this team. We could reach the stratusphere if everyone does their job... (voice tails towards Static, still grumbling)
STATIC: ...yeah, yeah. Tag titles later. That's what you guys don't understand, you look to the future too much. We've got guys on our plate now, D-X, who're tag champs since this fed started, and we don't know how to beat them.
(Static's hypocrisy is obvious, as he had just mentioned winning the tag titles not a few minutes prior. Caliber and Fleming exchange looks before Rex speaks with a slight chuckle.)
REX: Well, these guys are a lot bigger than us. We'll have to do what we do with all guys bigger than us... chop 'em down, get 'em on the mat.
FLEMING: (over-excited) Take out the tree trunks, Static!
(This time, it's Static and Caliber exchanging looks.)
REX: Exactly. Plus, these guys are mad. They just dropped the straps to the Dudes, and they're going to be angry. That anger is our friend, Static. Angry men do erratic things, they make mistakes. We capitalize on the mistakes they're going to make, and we'll be number one contenders, showered, and in the bar before thy wake up, doc. Signed, sealed, and delivered.
FLEMING: Oh yeah!
(An NAPW staffer walks to the table, a young man.)
STAFFER: Guys, you're about done here. Thanks a lot, we really appreciate it.
REX: No problem, any time. If there's one thing I'm about, it's self-promotion. Filling up the seats.
STATIC: I'll give this to you, Caliber: you know your stuff. Going to that q&a session now?
REX: Yep, filming it and sending it to NAPW.ca later tonight. Hey, Mayor, since I'm the future prime minister, would you consider changing positions to become my Secretary of Defense?
STATIC: (interrupting the Mayor) This guy couldn't defend Tie Domi in a shootout. Let's get out of here, Mayor. Caliber, I'll call you later.
(The Mayor leaves with a look of helplessness, while Rex shakes his head for a second before quickly forgetting the scene thanks to the lovely blonde waiting for him. Endscene.)
With immense help and dap from the Nexus One.