Post by Stone Zellor on Feb 14, 2007 15:20:16 GMT -5
OOC: I realise that for my TEAM rps Stone Zellor is down in Boston, but for argument's sake he's flying back and forth between rps. Okay?
[The scene opens down an alley behind what looks like "Da-De-O's", but I can't be sure. These places all look the same. Anyhow, during this sunny interval, with Rosie off enjoying the voucher for the fancy health spa that Stone got her for Valentine's Day, Stone is strutting confidently. In his faux fur coat, baggy denim jeans and a baseball cap. But, alas, the smug grin on his face quickly disappears as he looks around the empty alley]
Stone:
Damn.
[Ah, no, there's a sign of life. Exiting through the rear exit of whatever store or restaurant we're behind is NAPW's seldom seen interviewer, Bob]
Stone:
About damn time, Bobby.
Bob:
Have you been waiting long?
Stone:
Long enough.
Bob:
Then, uh, sorry, Stone.
Stone:
See that you are, minion. I don't see you keepin' peeps like Lloyd Rees waitin' - so whys it gotta happen to me?
Bob:
My coffee took a little longer then I expected. Something about the machine acting up...
[So that's what the store is. Some independent coffee shop no doubt]
Bob:
I got one for you too.
[He says extending a hand, complete with a cup of mocha latte]
Stone:
Man, I ain't drinkin' that crap!
[He says whilst knocking the coffee cup from Bob's hand before opening his coat. Lo and behold, there, hanging from his pants is one of the NAPW Tag Team titles]
Stone:
This tag team champ drinks Mad Dog or Slurpee.
Bob:
Okay then. Can I ask you a quick question?
Stone:
Hell no! I gots somethin' to show ya, Bobby. Feast yo' eyes on this, and pay attention.
[Stone reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out his new Creative Zen Micro Vision:M mp3 player. A few seconds later and he's ready]
Stone:
Only three hundred bucks down at the Best Buy. I shoulda gone for the Archos, but I ain't made of money. Ya dig?
Bob:
I know that fee--
Stone:
Now watch this. I downloaded me some highlight clips of 'Cold Snap'.
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Bobby.
Bob:
You downloaded that?
Stone:
Well ... No. I downloaded the clips an' I put together a 'Best Of Stone Zellor' montage. Clint did most of the work at Cold Snap, but we gots the tag titles now, Bobby. All the same to me. Especially since there's no more D-X! High five!
[Denied!]
Bob:
I liked D-X.
Stone:
You liked D-X? Man, you must be trippin' somethin' weak. Those guys were overrated, overachievers. This is '07. This is the year of The Midnight Cowboys, get wit' it. We are now the best tag team in the NAPW - hell, the whole of Canada. And if we gots to go through teams like The Doomriders an' The Foundation - 'cause after that showing The Untouchables ain't gonna be anywhere near fighting fit any time soon - then so be it. If I gots to start with this Dan Haggerty look-alike, Bruce Richards - then that's what I'll do. Ya dig?
Bob:
All I said was that I liked D-X.
Stone:
But they're no more. Gone! Kaput! Non-existent! Dave's not here, man!
Bob:
I know that, Stone. But the fact is that last year, D-X completely dominated the tag division here in NAPW. They were voted the number one tag team in independent wrestling whilst The Midnight Cowboys came in twenty-ninth.
Stone:
I know that...
Bob:
And Bruce Richards was a vital part of that team. Both he and Kyle are accomplished wrestlers and can work solo as well as in a tag team environment. Factor in his extra hundred pound weight advantage and his uncanny ability to perform death-defying, high flying moves and you've got quite a challenge ahead of you.
[Pause]
Stone:
Maybe you didn't see the video!
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Hell, maybe 'The Beast' ain't seein' sense after that chair shot. His vision could be blurred, his balance a bit wonky. Yo' don't know what his state of mind is. Then look at me! I'm fightin' fit. The best condition of my life and I have tag gold hangin' from my pants to show the world what I has earned. So, Bobby, you can tell me that D-X was a dynasty. That they were great, but you're speakin' in past tense, man. They ain't nothin' no more. And the sooner you ig'nant fans learn that they need to start anew, the better!
Bob:
But--
Stone:
You've taken enough of my time today!
[And with that Stone puts his Creative music machine away, fastens up his coat and walks away in a divaesque manner, leaving Bob looking bemused and the scene fading to a traditional shade of black]
[The scene opens down an alley behind what looks like "Da-De-O's", but I can't be sure. These places all look the same. Anyhow, during this sunny interval, with Rosie off enjoying the voucher for the fancy health spa that Stone got her for Valentine's Day, Stone is strutting confidently. In his faux fur coat, baggy denim jeans and a baseball cap. But, alas, the smug grin on his face quickly disappears as he looks around the empty alley]
Stone:
Damn.
[Ah, no, there's a sign of life. Exiting through the rear exit of whatever store or restaurant we're behind is NAPW's seldom seen interviewer, Bob]
Stone:
About damn time, Bobby.
Bob:
Have you been waiting long?
Stone:
Long enough.
Bob:
Then, uh, sorry, Stone.
Stone:
See that you are, minion. I don't see you keepin' peeps like Lloyd Rees waitin' - so whys it gotta happen to me?
Bob:
My coffee took a little longer then I expected. Something about the machine acting up...
[So that's what the store is. Some independent coffee shop no doubt]
Bob:
I got one for you too.
[He says extending a hand, complete with a cup of mocha latte]
Stone:
Man, I ain't drinkin' that crap!
[He says whilst knocking the coffee cup from Bob's hand before opening his coat. Lo and behold, there, hanging from his pants is one of the NAPW Tag Team titles]
Stone:
This tag team champ drinks Mad Dog or Slurpee.
Bob:
Okay then. Can I ask you a quick question?
Stone:
Hell no! I gots somethin' to show ya, Bobby. Feast yo' eyes on this, and pay attention.
[Stone reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out his new Creative Zen Micro Vision:M mp3 player. A few seconds later and he's ready]
Stone:
Only three hundred bucks down at the Best Buy. I shoulda gone for the Archos, but I ain't made of money. Ya dig?
Bob:
I know that fee--
Stone:
Now watch this. I downloaded me some highlight clips of 'Cold Snap'.
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Bobby.
Bob:
You downloaded that?
Stone:
Well ... No. I downloaded the clips an' I put together a 'Best Of Stone Zellor' montage. Clint did most of the work at Cold Snap, but we gots the tag titles now, Bobby. All the same to me. Especially since there's no more D-X! High five!
[Denied!]
Bob:
I liked D-X.
Stone:
You liked D-X? Man, you must be trippin' somethin' weak. Those guys were overrated, overachievers. This is '07. This is the year of The Midnight Cowboys, get wit' it. We are now the best tag team in the NAPW - hell, the whole of Canada. And if we gots to go through teams like The Doomriders an' The Foundation - 'cause after that showing The Untouchables ain't gonna be anywhere near fighting fit any time soon - then so be it. If I gots to start with this Dan Haggerty look-alike, Bruce Richards - then that's what I'll do. Ya dig?
Bob:
All I said was that I liked D-X.
Stone:
But they're no more. Gone! Kaput! Non-existent! Dave's not here, man!
Bob:
I know that, Stone. But the fact is that last year, D-X completely dominated the tag division here in NAPW. They were voted the number one tag team in independent wrestling whilst The Midnight Cowboys came in twenty-ninth.
Stone:
I know that...
Bob:
And Bruce Richards was a vital part of that team. Both he and Kyle are accomplished wrestlers and can work solo as well as in a tag team environment. Factor in his extra hundred pound weight advantage and his uncanny ability to perform death-defying, high flying moves and you've got quite a challenge ahead of you.
[Pause]
Stone:
Maybe you didn't see the video!
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Hell, maybe 'The Beast' ain't seein' sense after that chair shot. His vision could be blurred, his balance a bit wonky. Yo' don't know what his state of mind is. Then look at me! I'm fightin' fit. The best condition of my life and I have tag gold hangin' from my pants to show the world what I has earned. So, Bobby, you can tell me that D-X was a dynasty. That they were great, but you're speakin' in past tense, man. They ain't nothin' no more. And the sooner you ig'nant fans learn that they need to start anew, the better!
Bob:
But--
Stone:
You've taken enough of my time today!
[And with that Stone puts his Creative music machine away, fastens up his coat and walks away in a divaesque manner, leaving Bob looking bemused and the scene fading to a traditional shade of black]