Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 3, 2007 11:52:52 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a back alley somewhere in Edmonton. It's probably fairly near the Cowboy’s apartment, but it's dark. I can't tell. And for now, it appears that Stone Zellor is sulking]
[Dressed in his brown faux fur coat, low rise jeans and a plain black baseball cap he is solemnly walking through the alley. Past the breeze block walls on either side until he finds a stoop at the back of some building or another. Wiping the 'seat' clean he sits down as the camera zooms out so as to fit all of the man in. Stone looks up as the scene continues]
Stone:
Now I know how Kyle Roberts feels ... And man, that's bad. I mean, sure I ain't got the whole 'hopeless homeless bum' look goin', but I gots the feelings. The aches. The pains. The lightened groin from whence my belt once hung.
[He sighs, rather poetically]
And now The Midnight Cowboys are stuck competing against the scum of the NAPW tag division! People like The Foundation, Jeff James and Dio Muerte. The Kurtis Bros, The Monsters. And, The Untouchables. People I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire ... But, I would piss 'em on at any other time. Ironic, huh?
I mean, we deserve better than this, right? Am I wrong? 'Cause I don't mean "deserve" like Krenshov and O'Brien over there. Clint and I don't deserve a title match because we go 'round, sneak attacking anyone who's in our way. 'Cause we blindside people and gang up on them like some no-good (BLEEP)ing gang banger. Hell no.
We don't deserve because like The Foundation we've around the block and it must be our time. Or like Muerte and James, who got lucky - once!
Hell, maybe I should be worried about The Kurtis Brothers, and their uncanny ability to get whomped by Nightmare. Or The Famous Monsters and their - what the hell is so special about them anyway? I mean, it's like we've beaten them before.
[He shrugs his shoulders]
These are the guys passing as a tag team division nowadays? Clint and I deserve this more than any of yo' guys out there. We've been there, we've lived it! We destroyed D-X and set Kyle Roberts on the downward spiral that'll make him end up wiping Nightmare's boots. We're the ones who caused all of Bruce Richards's headaches over the past month. And one fluke loss against the DOOMriders doesn't change a (BLEEP)ing thing!
The Midnight Cowboys have been on top before, and guys we're gonna be there by the months end. Whether it's against "Ill" Bill and Tommy Deathrow, or against Next Generation - it's The Cowboys who will be ridin' high when it's all done. An' none of ya can stand in our way! Not one of you are fit to be lacing my boots before the big match let alone fightin' 'gainst me and Clint!
Not the oversized, low-blow victim. Not the barnacle hangin' on to The Untouchables ship. Not the rejects from the Peanuts gang, nor their followers. Not the men who's shining moment came with a victory over Nightmare. And definitely not the lumbering jackasses who only missed Halloween by four months. No! This is goin' to be all about The Midnight Cowboys. This is two-thousand-and-seven, and this is our year! This is our time and there ain't nothin' you pukes can do about it! 'Cause come Tuesday night, we will be walking out of Edmonton with another notch in our victory column and we will be gunnin' for The DOOMriders once more. Ya dig?
Good...
[And with that, Stone hops up from his seated position and heads on the way he was going. And sure enough, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
[Dressed in his brown faux fur coat, low rise jeans and a plain black baseball cap he is solemnly walking through the alley. Past the breeze block walls on either side until he finds a stoop at the back of some building or another. Wiping the 'seat' clean he sits down as the camera zooms out so as to fit all of the man in. Stone looks up as the scene continues]
Stone:
Now I know how Kyle Roberts feels ... And man, that's bad. I mean, sure I ain't got the whole 'hopeless homeless bum' look goin', but I gots the feelings. The aches. The pains. The lightened groin from whence my belt once hung.
[He sighs, rather poetically]
And now The Midnight Cowboys are stuck competing against the scum of the NAPW tag division! People like The Foundation, Jeff James and Dio Muerte. The Kurtis Bros, The Monsters. And, The Untouchables. People I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire ... But, I would piss 'em on at any other time. Ironic, huh?
I mean, we deserve better than this, right? Am I wrong? 'Cause I don't mean "deserve" like Krenshov and O'Brien over there. Clint and I don't deserve a title match because we go 'round, sneak attacking anyone who's in our way. 'Cause we blindside people and gang up on them like some no-good (BLEEP)ing gang banger. Hell no.
We don't deserve because like The Foundation we've around the block and it must be our time. Or like Muerte and James, who got lucky - once!
Hell, maybe I should be worried about The Kurtis Brothers, and their uncanny ability to get whomped by Nightmare. Or The Famous Monsters and their - what the hell is so special about them anyway? I mean, it's like we've beaten them before.
[He shrugs his shoulders]
These are the guys passing as a tag team division nowadays? Clint and I deserve this more than any of yo' guys out there. We've been there, we've lived it! We destroyed D-X and set Kyle Roberts on the downward spiral that'll make him end up wiping Nightmare's boots. We're the ones who caused all of Bruce Richards's headaches over the past month. And one fluke loss against the DOOMriders doesn't change a (BLEEP)ing thing!
The Midnight Cowboys have been on top before, and guys we're gonna be there by the months end. Whether it's against "Ill" Bill and Tommy Deathrow, or against Next Generation - it's The Cowboys who will be ridin' high when it's all done. An' none of ya can stand in our way! Not one of you are fit to be lacing my boots before the big match let alone fightin' 'gainst me and Clint!
Not the oversized, low-blow victim. Not the barnacle hangin' on to The Untouchables ship. Not the rejects from the Peanuts gang, nor their followers. Not the men who's shining moment came with a victory over Nightmare. And definitely not the lumbering jackasses who only missed Halloween by four months. No! This is goin' to be all about The Midnight Cowboys. This is two-thousand-and-seven, and this is our year! This is our time and there ain't nothin' you pukes can do about it! 'Cause come Tuesday night, we will be walking out of Edmonton with another notch in our victory column and we will be gunnin' for The DOOMriders once more. Ya dig?
Good...
[And with that, Stone hops up from his seated position and heads on the way he was going. And sure enough, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]