Post by Clint Zellor on Feb 24, 2007 3:29:49 GMT -5
[The scene at hand opens up to the inside of the Zellor apartment, Papa Z is sitting there with his usual leisure suit on, and Rosie is sitting on the computer, probably checkin the Myspace or something. Clint on the other hand, Clint is sitting in his rocker, looking out through the window into the crisp, clear Canada sky. Blue and sunny, not that often is the Canada sky blue and sunny so Clint is taking advantage of it. Clints 'fro looks tamed, as he is wearin brown slippers with white tube socks and black and blue gym shorts with a black tank on. Rosie, is in her normal garb, except her hair is down. Yeah, down.]
Clint: Either of you hear from Stone?
Rosie: Nope.
Papa Z: 'fraid--not.
Clint: I hope he gets home alright. I feel kind of bad.. Considering he's been gettin his hide handed to him for the past two weeks and I ain't done much else then worked out and played cards.
Rosie: Clint, your brother is just fine. He's used to this type of thing ya know? Besides, You and him have a date with the DOOMriders for your first title defence, I am sure that's enough to spark new life into him, if he needs it. With all those slurpy drinks he consumes... I'm surprised that man even sleeps.
Clint: You is probably right. That boy ain't right sometimes.
[Seemingly snapped out of the trance he was in, Clint rises from his chair and walks over to the kitchen, reaching into the dishwasher for a cup.]
Papa Z: How--Am--gonna help--you guys--this time?
[Clint then reaches into the 'frig, grabbing some fruit punch.]
Clint: Well pops, I don't really know. We gots ta find a way for you to help us out somehow.. Or else you'd be 'bout as useful as Rosie over there.
[Rosie turns around in defence.]
Rosie: It's not my fault I'm smart enough to better then to get myself involved in such stupid behavior. Wrestling just isn't my thing.
[Clint doesn't look back at Rosie, instead he pours the punch into the bright green plastic cup.]
Clint: I find that funny considering you live in a house full of wrestling and you date a wrestler.
Rosie: I don't date Stone 'cause he is a wrestler... I like him..
[Clint cuts her off.]
Clint: I really don't care Rosie. All that matters is ya'll is happy right?
Rosie: Right.
Clint: Sometimes though... I swear ya'll fight like Tommy and Billy.
Rosie: Now that isn't too nice Clint.
[Clint sits down now, with his cup of fruit punch. This time sitting on the opposite end of the couch that pops is sitting on, so he can talk to Rosie.]
Clint: Well I mean, your sick and perverse, and Stone is just plain stupid.
Rosie: I AM NOT TOMMY. I am not that sick Clint. I do enjoy pain to an extent, but that guy just wants to kill himself..
Clint: You're probably right. Tommy is off the wall.. He wants to be a ladies man but yet all he does is gets himself into a hardcore mess.
Papa Z: That--boy--just--ain't--right--in--the--head.
Clint: You ain't kiddin.
[Clint gets up and kicks off his slippers, then finds his black Nike Air's and slips them on. Followed by a snug fitting "Gym Class Heroes" shirt.]
Rosie: Where are ya going Clint?
Clint: Ima go into town for a bit... get out of the apartment..
[Finally, Clint throws on a black hoodie and heads out of the door.. into the clean Canada air. Luckily for him, the apartment complex is right near the 'heart' of Edmonton. So the walk to the city isn't that far at all.]
Clint: Mannnn.. I'll tell ya what. Our first title defence gotta be against two of the most off-the-wall people I ever met in my damn life. Doomriders. What kinda name for a team is that anyway? Was that a damn comicbook idea that ain't never make it? Ya'll got it kind of easy this week to be honest. Im the only fresh one of the team. Stone's been bustin his damn ass these past two weeks. Well, then again ya'll really ain't that lucky. I am fresh for this match, and I know for a fact I can take the both of you crazy crackers any day of the week! This time around though. Guess I got ta be a little more serious. Stone and I, We went through hell and back ta get those titles... We even had our own damn father knocked out.. but gold heals all wounds my friends... and these titles are property of the Zellor family. There ain't no way or no how that we losin those titles the first time defending them either.
[Clint enters the 'heart' of Edmonton. Where the people are doing what they normally do, and there's an attraction at each corner... attractive or not.. it's an attraction alright! Clint passes a gathering of people, and a puff of smoke and then stops... he turns around and notices that through the puff of smoke stands Miss N. Forma.--see deathrow's rp FLIPPER-- Clint, intrigued by this lady walks to the front of the crowd as she starts on.]
Forma: Who wants to be my first volunteer?
[Clint says nothing, using his size to his advantage, most people don't mind the fact that he walks right up to her.]
Forma: And what can I help you with big man?
Clint: Give me something I can use to cheat in a wrestling match.
Forma: So you're a wrestler?
Clint: Yes.
Forma: NAPW?
Clint: Yes!
Forma: I've got just the thing!
[POOF... another cloud of smoke, and when it clears... in Clints hand is a pik**used on fro's.. that's why it is spelled 'pik'** Clint examines it, and notice's that it is a bit heavier then most of the ones he owns... he looks over at Norma and grins, sticking the 'pik' in his hair and leaving without saying a word.]
Clint: Tommy...Billy, The event is Road for Gold. Ya'll are DOOMRIDER's... Which means on this road to the gold...COWBOY gold... ya'll are doomed...because guys.. Luck does not shine on those who oppose the Midnight Cowboys!
[And with that, the scene fades to black.]
Clint: Either of you hear from Stone?
Rosie: Nope.
Papa Z: 'fraid--not.
Clint: I hope he gets home alright. I feel kind of bad.. Considering he's been gettin his hide handed to him for the past two weeks and I ain't done much else then worked out and played cards.
Rosie: Clint, your brother is just fine. He's used to this type of thing ya know? Besides, You and him have a date with the DOOMriders for your first title defence, I am sure that's enough to spark new life into him, if he needs it. With all those slurpy drinks he consumes... I'm surprised that man even sleeps.
Clint: You is probably right. That boy ain't right sometimes.
[Seemingly snapped out of the trance he was in, Clint rises from his chair and walks over to the kitchen, reaching into the dishwasher for a cup.]
Papa Z: How--Am--gonna help--you guys--this time?
[Clint then reaches into the 'frig, grabbing some fruit punch.]
Clint: Well pops, I don't really know. We gots ta find a way for you to help us out somehow.. Or else you'd be 'bout as useful as Rosie over there.
[Rosie turns around in defence.]
Rosie: It's not my fault I'm smart enough to better then to get myself involved in such stupid behavior. Wrestling just isn't my thing.
[Clint doesn't look back at Rosie, instead he pours the punch into the bright green plastic cup.]
Clint: I find that funny considering you live in a house full of wrestling and you date a wrestler.
Rosie: I don't date Stone 'cause he is a wrestler... I like him..
[Clint cuts her off.]
Clint: I really don't care Rosie. All that matters is ya'll is happy right?
Rosie: Right.
Clint: Sometimes though... I swear ya'll fight like Tommy and Billy.
Rosie: Now that isn't too nice Clint.
[Clint sits down now, with his cup of fruit punch. This time sitting on the opposite end of the couch that pops is sitting on, so he can talk to Rosie.]
Clint: Well I mean, your sick and perverse, and Stone is just plain stupid.
Rosie: I AM NOT TOMMY. I am not that sick Clint. I do enjoy pain to an extent, but that guy just wants to kill himself..
Clint: You're probably right. Tommy is off the wall.. He wants to be a ladies man but yet all he does is gets himself into a hardcore mess.
Papa Z: That--boy--just--ain't--right--in--the--head.
Clint: You ain't kiddin.
[Clint gets up and kicks off his slippers, then finds his black Nike Air's and slips them on. Followed by a snug fitting "Gym Class Heroes" shirt.]
Rosie: Where are ya going Clint?
Clint: Ima go into town for a bit... get out of the apartment..
[Finally, Clint throws on a black hoodie and heads out of the door.. into the clean Canada air. Luckily for him, the apartment complex is right near the 'heart' of Edmonton. So the walk to the city isn't that far at all.]
Clint: Mannnn.. I'll tell ya what. Our first title defence gotta be against two of the most off-the-wall people I ever met in my damn life. Doomriders. What kinda name for a team is that anyway? Was that a damn comicbook idea that ain't never make it? Ya'll got it kind of easy this week to be honest. Im the only fresh one of the team. Stone's been bustin his damn ass these past two weeks. Well, then again ya'll really ain't that lucky. I am fresh for this match, and I know for a fact I can take the both of you crazy crackers any day of the week! This time around though. Guess I got ta be a little more serious. Stone and I, We went through hell and back ta get those titles... We even had our own damn father knocked out.. but gold heals all wounds my friends... and these titles are property of the Zellor family. There ain't no way or no how that we losin those titles the first time defending them either.
[Clint enters the 'heart' of Edmonton. Where the people are doing what they normally do, and there's an attraction at each corner... attractive or not.. it's an attraction alright! Clint passes a gathering of people, and a puff of smoke and then stops... he turns around and notices that through the puff of smoke stands Miss N. Forma.--see deathrow's rp FLIPPER-- Clint, intrigued by this lady walks to the front of the crowd as she starts on.]
Forma: Who wants to be my first volunteer?
[Clint says nothing, using his size to his advantage, most people don't mind the fact that he walks right up to her.]
Forma: And what can I help you with big man?
Clint: Give me something I can use to cheat in a wrestling match.
Forma: So you're a wrestler?
Clint: Yes.
Forma: NAPW?
Clint: Yes!
Forma: I've got just the thing!
[POOF... another cloud of smoke, and when it clears... in Clints hand is a pik**used on fro's.. that's why it is spelled 'pik'** Clint examines it, and notice's that it is a bit heavier then most of the ones he owns... he looks over at Norma and grins, sticking the 'pik' in his hair and leaving without saying a word.]
Clint: Tommy...Billy, The event is Road for Gold. Ya'll are DOOMRIDER's... Which means on this road to the gold...COWBOY gold... ya'll are doomed...because guys.. Luck does not shine on those who oppose the Midnight Cowboys!
[And with that, the scene fades to black.]