Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Feb 25, 2007 20:43:12 GMT -5
[Our scene opens and we find ourselves moving down what appears to be a deserted street. There are mounds of snow piled up along the edge of the sidewalks, and in the dim orange glow cast from the lights lining the street we can see a slow steady falling of large snowflakes. Suddenly about two hundred yards ahead of us we can see a man in a long black overcoat leaning against one of the tall silver lamp posts. As we move closer we can see that the man we are approaching is very handsome, not overly tall but quite solid. We also notice that the man has a cigarette in his right hand, which is covered with a black leather glove an a Old English forty in the other. We have now moved to within twenty feet of the man and it becomes quite clear that this man, the man we have been focused on is Thomas Deathrow. The silence of the seemingly bitterly cold night is broken as Tommy, without so much as a glance in our direction begins to speak.]
Deathrow: (BLEEP) sakes Billy where are you. Shit believe it or not I am somewhat human and I don’t like the cold all that much. Oh well (BLEEP) it I can pretend. What a great night. The snow is falling, the temperature is dropping, I love it. It kinda of gets you motivated, out here all alone, nothing but your thoughts. No one to ask you stupid questions, the only thing you have to think about is what you want to think about. Like when will the ride show up. Whom I going to get up inside of tonight..
[Deathrow takes a last drag from the smoke in his hand, and he tosses it to the ground and then grinds it out with his right foot.]?
Deathrow: So what have I been thinking about? Is it not obvious? What else could be going through my mind. The same thing that has been going through my mind for almost a week now. What could be the biggest match of my career in this place, and quite possibly the most dangerous now that the Doomies are on our way to the top. But at the same time, and there is no possibly about this, it is by far the most anticipated match in new year. Everything about it suits Bill an I. I mean what, we win we get those belts? We go celebrate? See? What’s not to like about that? That just screams Doomrider High Life.
It’s funny, I have spent my entire career talking about how fearless I am, and how I am willing to try anything as long as it will lead me to my goal. So to those how have already asked, and those who might think of asking me in the future. No I am not scared of what might happen, I am not scared of loosing, and I’m sure as hell not scared of taking a beating nor is Ill Bill. We know that it is Doomrider time. An this is just one more thing to prove it. Take the (BLEEP)ing titles an never let them go. Damn it Billy where are you?
[Deathrow finally turns and stares into the camera. Taking two huge gulps form the forty letting some spill down the sides of his mouth. He pulls out his phone an calls Bill.]
Deathrow: ... And people say I’m the late arriver. (BLEEP) Christ. Ok well I’ll be walking down the street somewhere. Tommy shuts his phone
Now lets take a stroll, walk with me.
[Deathrow pushes off the lamp post from which he was leaning and turns his back and begins to walk, as he does we follow no more than two steps behind.]
Deathrow: Now as I stated earlier I have been thinking whilst I have been standing out here all alone. Most of this thought has been surrounding the past an the present. I was a let down once before. Being a drunk an coming out to last tag title match hammered. What was the end results. A battle with my Brosif. The end of the Doomies. An a eye opening experience. So this time I am coming in full force. Beer fueled an all. ?
So Clint an Stone, I cant figure it out for the life of me, so I will give you the chance to explain, and maybe sort things out for me. What have you done that warrants you even being in the same ring with the Greatest tag team of the New Alberta Pro? There may have been something I have missed, so please, let me know. Oh yeah my mistake you’re the belt holders. Forgive me. Sometimes I forget that D-X lost their minds and broke the (BLEEP) up, basically handing you to idiots the titles.
[We come to an intersection and Deathrow stops, making sure the road is clear and proceeds to cross.]
Deathrow: Ah yes. When it comes to TNF, you two are nothing but a mere pawn. You will be there for a short time, you will show a flash of excitement, and then you will be taken care of and cast aside. You are basically a sacrificial lambs. It will rage on and on, the blood will flow, the screams of pain will be heard, and eventually the smoke will clear an standing in the ring will be the new tag team champions. You aren't real champions. You're like the Bi Polar Express. Just a bullshit tag team that happened to have the title belts. Billy didn't earn that one, and neither did you too. Robert's is the only reason you two won them in the first place.
I have seen all of this Cowboys, I have seen what is to come. I have seen the end, and let me tell you, you are not there. But us the Doomriders are. No I am not psychic, it just came to me in a dream, a dream that seamed just too real. You know how that works don’t you? I am sure it has happened to you in the past. The path you are on leads you into danger Cowboys, I suggest you choose each step over the next few days very, very carefully.
Deathrow: Finally, With that I will leave you to your thoughts. Think about what I have said , think long and hard, you may not want to believe it, but then deep down a part of you will understand, and you will begin to think it just might be the truth. I just hope you finally give up before it is to late.
[Deathrow turns back to the camera and gives a little “I am serious” look before he turns ahead and continues to walk. Up to the truck opens the door and gets in]
Billy: Buddy, get the hell in here.
Deathrow: Nice ride... Where the hell did you get it?
Billy: Rental. I didn't want to drive my car. Wanted to ride up in style, so i asked them for the biggest thing they could give me. Then bam, like nuts on their chin, they sucked me just right.
[Deathrow gives Billy a weird look.]
Billy: What? Do i have something on my face?
Deathrow: Just sounds like my lingo is rubbing off on you, eh Billy boy?
Billy: Yeah, probably. Just like you’re reppin’ (BLEEP)shine and haggard.
Deathrow: Guilty. What can I say. We need to write the Book of Doom and have that shit published so all the little Doomies out there in Doomnation can be down with the Riders.
Billy: Maybe even some costume sets? You ever see the Ultimate Warrior play set back in the day? That shit was awesome. I bought it when I was like 18...
Deathrow: That shit was rad. I had it too.
Billy: Oh god… We need to get a (BLEEP)ing move on. It’s already 8 o’clock.
Deathrow: Pfft, who cares. The bars are still going to be there when we get there.
Billy: Yeah I know that, but I was kind of hoping we could go looking for some Calgary ladies before we head out for the “day before work out”.
Deathrow: Oh please. You can’t finesse when you’re with me, brosif. You just don’t have what the SUPERSTAR has. I got all the need and you just have some wrestling ability. But what girl is going to be down with that? I mean, lets think of this logically.
Billy: Chuckles to himself Yeah because you’re the king of logic.
Deathrow: King of Logic, Greatest Motivational Speaker of all time baby. You better know this by now. I’m demanded world wide.
Billy: Its true. I have seen the thank you MR. STD letters in the mail. Now than Stone an Clint. We got this one.
Deathrow: Oh hells yes, its in the bag all ready. My only hope is that they bring that old papa guy with.
Billy: Why you gotta bit of a man crush on his old balls or something.
Deathrow: Heh heh his big old man droopy balls. Nah bitch just think it would be fun to skull (BLEEP) him on the cement.
Billy: I suppose it takes all kinds.
Deathrow: Dude come on man that’s like fifteen kinds of fun right there.
Billy: What do you think? Are you hungry or anything? Because I haven’t yet eatin today an well I’m getting hungry.
*Tommy leans over an punches Billy in the arm followed by a twist of his nipple*
Billy: Ouch baby dick what was that all about?
Tommy: Who needs to eat when we can drink our bread? Besides I thought you said we were gonna eat some crazy Calgary (BLEEP) once were there?
Billy: Yes, right as always Tommy. But for real lets eat. I’ll roll threw the drive threw.
Tommy: Fine buzz killer. Just means we gotta drink twice as fast once we arrive.
Billy: What do you know about The Zellor brothers?
Tommy: I don’t think they have the same folks. Least not one hundred percent anyways. Think one may belong to the milkman.
Billy: -Trying not to laugh- Really? Crazy man. What would make you think this?
Tommy: I just have a hunch. You can see it in there eyes. But don’t get me wrong they bleed the same blood much like we do. Something that can not be broken. So whether I am right or not it doesn’t really matter.
Billy: Right, cause were going to (BLEEP) them up an take there belts.
Tommy: (BLEEP)s yes we are. Than I’m gonna skull (BLEEP) that old man an bang that lil hussy of theres. Right in the ring. While the fans cheer me on.
Billy: You feeling all right man? Think you need to think a little more inside the box on this one.
Tommy: Fine. Clint Stone. You two boys know your in for the ass kicking of your life times. But don’t worry we promise to let you have a rematch for your belts sometime. Its no biggie. Were not really all that bad of guys once you get to know us a little better.
Billy: Yeah shit maybe we can all get together an play backgammon an shoot the die some time. Beers all around.
Tommy: See that’s the spirit. Billy an I need to get something to eat. An talk some more shit an all that good stuff. So we will see you two on Tuesday. Bring the belts an we’ll bring our fists of fury.
Billy: Sweet dreams little ones. Do not forget to look under your beds.
Tommy: Never know where the Doomies could be a creepin.
Billy: Or just being creeps
Tommy: What the (BLEEP)
Billy: Shut up, we need some brain food
*The Scene fades out with Billy heading into a Cracker Barrel parking lot*
Deathrow: (BLEEP) sakes Billy where are you. Shit believe it or not I am somewhat human and I don’t like the cold all that much. Oh well (BLEEP) it I can pretend. What a great night. The snow is falling, the temperature is dropping, I love it. It kinda of gets you motivated, out here all alone, nothing but your thoughts. No one to ask you stupid questions, the only thing you have to think about is what you want to think about. Like when will the ride show up. Whom I going to get up inside of tonight..
[Deathrow takes a last drag from the smoke in his hand, and he tosses it to the ground and then grinds it out with his right foot.]?
Deathrow: So what have I been thinking about? Is it not obvious? What else could be going through my mind. The same thing that has been going through my mind for almost a week now. What could be the biggest match of my career in this place, and quite possibly the most dangerous now that the Doomies are on our way to the top. But at the same time, and there is no possibly about this, it is by far the most anticipated match in new year. Everything about it suits Bill an I. I mean what, we win we get those belts? We go celebrate? See? What’s not to like about that? That just screams Doomrider High Life.
It’s funny, I have spent my entire career talking about how fearless I am, and how I am willing to try anything as long as it will lead me to my goal. So to those how have already asked, and those who might think of asking me in the future. No I am not scared of what might happen, I am not scared of loosing, and I’m sure as hell not scared of taking a beating nor is Ill Bill. We know that it is Doomrider time. An this is just one more thing to prove it. Take the (BLEEP)ing titles an never let them go. Damn it Billy where are you?
[Deathrow finally turns and stares into the camera. Taking two huge gulps form the forty letting some spill down the sides of his mouth. He pulls out his phone an calls Bill.]
Deathrow: ... And people say I’m the late arriver. (BLEEP) Christ. Ok well I’ll be walking down the street somewhere. Tommy shuts his phone
Now lets take a stroll, walk with me.
[Deathrow pushes off the lamp post from which he was leaning and turns his back and begins to walk, as he does we follow no more than two steps behind.]
Deathrow: Now as I stated earlier I have been thinking whilst I have been standing out here all alone. Most of this thought has been surrounding the past an the present. I was a let down once before. Being a drunk an coming out to last tag title match hammered. What was the end results. A battle with my Brosif. The end of the Doomies. An a eye opening experience. So this time I am coming in full force. Beer fueled an all. ?
So Clint an Stone, I cant figure it out for the life of me, so I will give you the chance to explain, and maybe sort things out for me. What have you done that warrants you even being in the same ring with the Greatest tag team of the New Alberta Pro? There may have been something I have missed, so please, let me know. Oh yeah my mistake you’re the belt holders. Forgive me. Sometimes I forget that D-X lost their minds and broke the (BLEEP) up, basically handing you to idiots the titles.
[We come to an intersection and Deathrow stops, making sure the road is clear and proceeds to cross.]
Deathrow: Ah yes. When it comes to TNF, you two are nothing but a mere pawn. You will be there for a short time, you will show a flash of excitement, and then you will be taken care of and cast aside. You are basically a sacrificial lambs. It will rage on and on, the blood will flow, the screams of pain will be heard, and eventually the smoke will clear an standing in the ring will be the new tag team champions. You aren't real champions. You're like the Bi Polar Express. Just a bullshit tag team that happened to have the title belts. Billy didn't earn that one, and neither did you too. Robert's is the only reason you two won them in the first place.
I have seen all of this Cowboys, I have seen what is to come. I have seen the end, and let me tell you, you are not there. But us the Doomriders are. No I am not psychic, it just came to me in a dream, a dream that seamed just too real. You know how that works don’t you? I am sure it has happened to you in the past. The path you are on leads you into danger Cowboys, I suggest you choose each step over the next few days very, very carefully.
Deathrow: Finally, With that I will leave you to your thoughts. Think about what I have said , think long and hard, you may not want to believe it, but then deep down a part of you will understand, and you will begin to think it just might be the truth. I just hope you finally give up before it is to late.
[Deathrow turns back to the camera and gives a little “I am serious” look before he turns ahead and continues to walk. Up to the truck opens the door and gets in]
Billy: Buddy, get the hell in here.
Deathrow: Nice ride... Where the hell did you get it?
Billy: Rental. I didn't want to drive my car. Wanted to ride up in style, so i asked them for the biggest thing they could give me. Then bam, like nuts on their chin, they sucked me just right.
[Deathrow gives Billy a weird look.]
Billy: What? Do i have something on my face?
Deathrow: Just sounds like my lingo is rubbing off on you, eh Billy boy?
Billy: Yeah, probably. Just like you’re reppin’ (BLEEP)shine and haggard.
Deathrow: Guilty. What can I say. We need to write the Book of Doom and have that shit published so all the little Doomies out there in Doomnation can be down with the Riders.
Billy: Maybe even some costume sets? You ever see the Ultimate Warrior play set back in the day? That shit was awesome. I bought it when I was like 18...
Deathrow: That shit was rad. I had it too.
Billy: Oh god… We need to get a (BLEEP)ing move on. It’s already 8 o’clock.
Deathrow: Pfft, who cares. The bars are still going to be there when we get there.
Billy: Yeah I know that, but I was kind of hoping we could go looking for some Calgary ladies before we head out for the “day before work out”.
Deathrow: Oh please. You can’t finesse when you’re with me, brosif. You just don’t have what the SUPERSTAR has. I got all the need and you just have some wrestling ability. But what girl is going to be down with that? I mean, lets think of this logically.
Billy: Chuckles to himself Yeah because you’re the king of logic.
Deathrow: King of Logic, Greatest Motivational Speaker of all time baby. You better know this by now. I’m demanded world wide.
Billy: Its true. I have seen the thank you MR. STD letters in the mail. Now than Stone an Clint. We got this one.
Deathrow: Oh hells yes, its in the bag all ready. My only hope is that they bring that old papa guy with.
Billy: Why you gotta bit of a man crush on his old balls or something.
Deathrow: Heh heh his big old man droopy balls. Nah bitch just think it would be fun to skull (BLEEP) him on the cement.
Billy: I suppose it takes all kinds.
Deathrow: Dude come on man that’s like fifteen kinds of fun right there.
Billy: What do you think? Are you hungry or anything? Because I haven’t yet eatin today an well I’m getting hungry.
*Tommy leans over an punches Billy in the arm followed by a twist of his nipple*
Billy: Ouch baby dick what was that all about?
Tommy: Who needs to eat when we can drink our bread? Besides I thought you said we were gonna eat some crazy Calgary (BLEEP) once were there?
Billy: Yes, right as always Tommy. But for real lets eat. I’ll roll threw the drive threw.
Tommy: Fine buzz killer. Just means we gotta drink twice as fast once we arrive.
Billy: What do you know about The Zellor brothers?
Tommy: I don’t think they have the same folks. Least not one hundred percent anyways. Think one may belong to the milkman.
Billy: -Trying not to laugh- Really? Crazy man. What would make you think this?
Tommy: I just have a hunch. You can see it in there eyes. But don’t get me wrong they bleed the same blood much like we do. Something that can not be broken. So whether I am right or not it doesn’t really matter.
Billy: Right, cause were going to (BLEEP) them up an take there belts.
Tommy: (BLEEP)s yes we are. Than I’m gonna skull (BLEEP) that old man an bang that lil hussy of theres. Right in the ring. While the fans cheer me on.
Billy: You feeling all right man? Think you need to think a little more inside the box on this one.
Tommy: Fine. Clint Stone. You two boys know your in for the ass kicking of your life times. But don’t worry we promise to let you have a rematch for your belts sometime. Its no biggie. Were not really all that bad of guys once you get to know us a little better.
Billy: Yeah shit maybe we can all get together an play backgammon an shoot the die some time. Beers all around.
Tommy: See that’s the spirit. Billy an I need to get something to eat. An talk some more shit an all that good stuff. So we will see you two on Tuesday. Bring the belts an we’ll bring our fists of fury.
Billy: Sweet dreams little ones. Do not forget to look under your beds.
Tommy: Never know where the Doomies could be a creepin.
Billy: Or just being creeps
Tommy: What the (BLEEP)
Billy: Shut up, we need some brain food
*The Scene fades out with Billy heading into a Cracker Barrel parking lot*