Post by Stone Zellor on Feb 25, 2007 17:17:27 GMT -5
[The scene opens in the Volkswagen Camper Van, or 'Zellormobile' as it's playfully referred to as. It's driving down the highway, or up, I'm not sure with Papa Z behind the steering wheel. His eyes bulging from behind his thick rimmed glasses with a caffeine-riddled intensity not seen since the last Twilight Zone marathon. Sweat dripping down his forehead as the damn idiots on the road continue cutting him off]
Papa Z: *muttering*
(BLEEP)ing -- idiots.
[And in the back seat, unaware of the mounting frustration of their father, are Clint and Stone. Back together and ready for some wrestling action]
[As you know, Stone has spent the past seven days being pummelled by the likes of Bruce Richards and Yori Yakamo Jr. whilst travelling across North America for various events. He's recovered somewhat and, lately, has been joining his half-brother in hitting the gym with a fiery vengeance]
[Clint, well he's been hitting the gym - followed by the MD 20/20 and then trash talked Tommy and Billy. So it's not been all that challenging, which is the complete opposite of the last three months. Because Stone usually has it easy. What the hell is going on here? Is this Bizarro World? What happens in Bizarro World, stays in Bizarro World, right?]
[Sorry. As I was saying, the half-brothers are sober now. They're being driven to Calgary in advance, so as to be completely ready for their first title defence. So here goes]
Clint:
Are you gonna be ready for this, man? You've taken one hell of a beating this week.
Stone:
Man, ain't nothin' to worry 'bout ... I can count on you to bail me out this week can't I?
[Pause]
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
If it ain't broke, don't fix it - I guess.
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
But we've got two days before the show, we're going to get you fighting fit, bro. You'll be in almost-as-good-a-shape-as-me by the time we enter the arena.
Stone:
Almost?
Clint:
Yeah ... You'll never be as good as me, bro. Face it.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fine, whatever.
Papa Z:
It's -- true.
Stone:
I said, "fine, whatever". What d'ya want from me?
Clint:
Hell, that'll do me little man.
Stone:
Why you gots to be callin' me that?
[But they're interrupted as Papa Z has to swerve to avoid what he thinks is a kitty cat, when in reality it was just some road kill. Taken before it's time. Tragic, really. We didn't really get a good look to see what it was though so, carry on]
Stone:
Pops, careful. We've gots to get there in one piece, ya know.
Clint:
We should have made Rosie drive. Where is she, anyway?
Stone:
Umm, she's angry wit' you. Comparing her to STD. That's cold, bro.
Clint:
I apologised.
Stone:
Yeah - well she's still angry.
[He says slowly, almost as if he were lying. Like a Republican! Or a Democrat. Or a right or left wing politician, but not an Independent]
Stone:
An' she wanted to get an early start on Spring cleanin' or somethin'. She says we live like pigs, ya know how women get.
Clint:
Oh yeah.
Papa Z:
Defi--nitely.
Clint:
And I suppose we've got bigger problems then that. I've got this portable DVD player for us to watch some DOOMriders matches.
Stone:
Proper wrestling, or that garbage?
Clint:
Proper. They're all about the technique now. Even Tommy.
Stone:
Damn.
Clint:
I know, I was surprised too. I suppose he can do one proper match before he gets whooped by Chris Casino next week. And we can roll back into Regina in two weeks time and beat the "International Super Team" - Next Generation down into the canvas like we'll do with the DOOMriders this week...
Stone:
And breathe.
[Pause]
Clint:
Shut it.
Stone:
I'm just sayin', bro. You take the long winded approach sometimes, ya know.
Clint:
As I was saying. I'm not really sweating too much right now. We're the Tag Champs, we're the ones with the targets on our backs and the belts around our waists.
Stone:
Ahem.
Clint: *rolling eyes*
Or hanging from our pants.
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
And they've come up short every time they've had a title match. Hell, these guys went through so many tag partners and still failed, so they've winded up back with one another. Back where they started ... Still, and forever without the NAPW Tag Titles in their possession. Earning a title shot by destroying The Untouchables in a monstrosity of a wrestling match!? If that's all it took to get a title match we should have wrapped the chairs in barbed wire before interfering in all those D-X and Assassins matches.
Stone:
Hey, you're the one who said no.
Clint:
Well we've got enough talent and determination to achieve what we wanted. That's why we're the champs, man. People can say that Kyle Roberts gifted us those titles when we gave his former friend a concussion ... But that's not credit where credit's due. We earned these belts through hard graft, grit and determination and I'll be damned if "Ill" Bill and Deathrow are going to take them from us. I'll admit they're talented, but they're undeserving.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fo' sure ... Mad Dog?
[He says reaching into the chest pocket of his faux fur coat. Obviously Clint's inspirational speech was a bit much to take]
Clint:
Man, we haven't got time to be drinking. Remember "to know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person" ... Bruce Lee ...
Stone:
Oh.
Clint:
Now, we're watching this DVD.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
Papa Z: *muttering*
(BLEEP)ing -- idiots.
[And in the back seat, unaware of the mounting frustration of their father, are Clint and Stone. Back together and ready for some wrestling action]
[As you know, Stone has spent the past seven days being pummelled by the likes of Bruce Richards and Yori Yakamo Jr. whilst travelling across North America for various events. He's recovered somewhat and, lately, has been joining his half-brother in hitting the gym with a fiery vengeance]
[Clint, well he's been hitting the gym - followed by the MD 20/20 and then trash talked Tommy and Billy. So it's not been all that challenging, which is the complete opposite of the last three months. Because Stone usually has it easy. What the hell is going on here? Is this Bizarro World? What happens in Bizarro World, stays in Bizarro World, right?]
[Sorry. As I was saying, the half-brothers are sober now. They're being driven to Calgary in advance, so as to be completely ready for their first title defence. So here goes]
Clint:
Are you gonna be ready for this, man? You've taken one hell of a beating this week.
Stone:
Man, ain't nothin' to worry 'bout ... I can count on you to bail me out this week can't I?
[Pause]
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
If it ain't broke, don't fix it - I guess.
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
But we've got two days before the show, we're going to get you fighting fit, bro. You'll be in almost-as-good-a-shape-as-me by the time we enter the arena.
Stone:
Almost?
Clint:
Yeah ... You'll never be as good as me, bro. Face it.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fine, whatever.
Papa Z:
It's -- true.
Stone:
I said, "fine, whatever". What d'ya want from me?
Clint:
Hell, that'll do me little man.
Stone:
Why you gots to be callin' me that?
[But they're interrupted as Papa Z has to swerve to avoid what he thinks is a kitty cat, when in reality it was just some road kill. Taken before it's time. Tragic, really. We didn't really get a good look to see what it was though so, carry on]
Stone:
Pops, careful. We've gots to get there in one piece, ya know.
Clint:
We should have made Rosie drive. Where is she, anyway?
Stone:
Umm, she's angry wit' you. Comparing her to STD. That's cold, bro.
Clint:
I apologised.
Stone:
Yeah - well she's still angry.
[He says slowly, almost as if he were lying. Like a Republican! Or a Democrat. Or a right or left wing politician, but not an Independent]
Stone:
An' she wanted to get an early start on Spring cleanin' or somethin'. She says we live like pigs, ya know how women get.
Clint:
Oh yeah.
Papa Z:
Defi--nitely.
Clint:
And I suppose we've got bigger problems then that. I've got this portable DVD player for us to watch some DOOMriders matches.
Stone:
Proper wrestling, or that garbage?
Clint:
Proper. They're all about the technique now. Even Tommy.
Stone:
Damn.
Clint:
I know, I was surprised too. I suppose he can do one proper match before he gets whooped by Chris Casino next week. And we can roll back into Regina in two weeks time and beat the "International Super Team" - Next Generation down into the canvas like we'll do with the DOOMriders this week...
Stone:
And breathe.
[Pause]
Clint:
Shut it.
Stone:
I'm just sayin', bro. You take the long winded approach sometimes, ya know.
Clint:
As I was saying. I'm not really sweating too much right now. We're the Tag Champs, we're the ones with the targets on our backs and the belts around our waists.
Stone:
Ahem.
Clint: *rolling eyes*
Or hanging from our pants.
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
And they've come up short every time they've had a title match. Hell, these guys went through so many tag partners and still failed, so they've winded up back with one another. Back where they started ... Still, and forever without the NAPW Tag Titles in their possession. Earning a title shot by destroying The Untouchables in a monstrosity of a wrestling match!? If that's all it took to get a title match we should have wrapped the chairs in barbed wire before interfering in all those D-X and Assassins matches.
Stone:
Hey, you're the one who said no.
Clint:
Well we've got enough talent and determination to achieve what we wanted. That's why we're the champs, man. People can say that Kyle Roberts gifted us those titles when we gave his former friend a concussion ... But that's not credit where credit's due. We earned these belts through hard graft, grit and determination and I'll be damned if "Ill" Bill and Deathrow are going to take them from us. I'll admit they're talented, but they're undeserving.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fo' sure ... Mad Dog?
[He says reaching into the chest pocket of his faux fur coat. Obviously Clint's inspirational speech was a bit much to take]
Clint:
Man, we haven't got time to be drinking. Remember "to know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person" ... Bruce Lee ...
Stone:
Oh.
Clint:
Now, we're watching this DVD.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]