Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 4, 2007 8:30:16 GMT -5
[The scene opens on top of a single storey building, where Stone and Clint Zellor, along with their father/manager Papa Z are sitting around on various surfaces. It's late morning and the sound of traffic down below is that of a traffic jam. Horns. Lots of them. Why can't they be patient? It's not like someone just smashed your window in]
[Anyhow, Stone is once again in his faux fur coat, denim jeans and that black baseball cap. Clint in a 'Gym Class Heroes' hooded top with jeans and Papa Z in a taupe leisure suit. The old man is swigging from a bottle of MD 20/20, but it's covered in a brown bag so I can't tell what flavour it is. The other two, the active wrestlers are looking towards the camera as the scene continues]
Stone:
We're neari--
Clint:
Man, don't talk. You've done enough recently - let me handle this.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fine.
Clint:
Good. Because if we repeat our performance from last week again it's gonna go to pot. The Untouchables will be running around, interfering in five or six matches a week to try and do things their way. Jay O'Brien helping Kurt Castle retain his title. Kenny Krenshov powerbombing Santiago. Jay O'Brien knocking Leo Mack out - well that was okay. Maybe people want The Untouchables doing what they damn well want, but I don't! I see the same thing happen five or six times a week, week in and week out - I get bored, fast!
It's like The Foundation, man. We've watched them standing idly by on the sidelines for months. Just waiting for their opportunity instead of earning it like men. The fans got bored of them long ago, but they keep coming back. Talent less and quite frankly, a waste of space - but this week, we get another chance to dispose of them. Like we did before, when we beat them down to a pulp. Back before we won the NAPW Tag Team titles, man.
Stone:
I remember. I ain't stupid, bro.
Clint:
And The Monsters Of Hollyweird...
Stone:
It feels like we've beaten them before.
[Pause]
Stone:
But we ain't even met the other before. I mean, TEAM Kurtis, Jeff James and Dio Muerte ... What the (BLEEP) are we supposed to do about them?
Clint:
What we do every night, man.
[Pause]
Stone:
I don't think that'll help.
Clint:
No, man. What 'we' do, not what 'you' do. That doesn't help anyone. And anyway, TEAM Kurtis are non-entities. We'll hardly even notice they're there. They'll be the sand in our shoes. The gum on the pavement we step in, without it even sticking to our shoes.
Stone:
Okay, but don't steal my analogies.
Clint:
But you get the picture. They're nothing! They're treading water in a deep pool. They're out of their depths, out of their element. I don't give a damn if one of them - whichever one it is - is a champion. That's beside the point. They are a step up from Jeff James and Dio Muerte though...
Stone:
Everyone is.
Clint:
Hanging around losers like Prince Darko and Thomas Young, and being on the outside. The outside of that circle? How pathetic do you have to be Jeff, Dio?
Stone:
They're bigger pariahs then Tommy Deathrow in a convent...
Clint:
Sure ... You guys almost got lucky once, a few months ago. And since then you've been trying to get back into the good books of Prince Darko. Hell, if you need any pointers just ask your brother, Jeff. he seems to know how to get in the good books. To be the obedient lap dog you aim to be ... And yet, you're carrying Dio Muerte!
[Clint laughs, and after a few moments so does Stone]
Clint:
Damn, that's funny, man. It's almost as funny as Kurt Castle thinking he's a valued member of The Untouchables. He couldn't even beat Johnny Rotten on his own, he had to have that little bitch, Jay O'Brien help him out. I mean, we've cheated to win in the past - we can admit that, can't we man?
Stone:
Ain't no denying it.
Clint:
But we did it in clever and cunning ways. You're actions, Jay, are that of a moron. And we were supposed to be surprised when you joined The Untouchables? Stupid is as stupid does. You and that lumbering fool, Kenny Krenshov have to be two of the most idiotic, talent less hacks that I have ever seen enter this business. And what makes it even worse, is that you think you're deserving of a title shot. Let me makes this very clear to you. To TEAM Kurtis. To The Famous Monsters of Hollyweird, The Foundation and The Foundation Part Deux - this match is ours for the taking. The Midnight Cowboys. We'll roll into the arena here in Edmonton on Tuesday and we'll roll back out with a victory under our belts and a title shot in the near future. For this is two thousand and seven, this is the year of The Midnight Cowboys ... And we sure as hell didn't take D-X out of the picture so The DOOMriders could finally get the titles. We didn't do it for any of you either! We did it for two people, ourselves!
Papa Z:
Ahem.
Clint:
Three people, we did it for three people. And there isn't a damn thing any of you chumps can do about it!
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
[Anyhow, Stone is once again in his faux fur coat, denim jeans and that black baseball cap. Clint in a 'Gym Class Heroes' hooded top with jeans and Papa Z in a taupe leisure suit. The old man is swigging from a bottle of MD 20/20, but it's covered in a brown bag so I can't tell what flavour it is. The other two, the active wrestlers are looking towards the camera as the scene continues]
Stone:
We're neari--
Clint:
Man, don't talk. You've done enough recently - let me handle this.
[Pause]
Stone:
Fine.
Clint:
Good. Because if we repeat our performance from last week again it's gonna go to pot. The Untouchables will be running around, interfering in five or six matches a week to try and do things their way. Jay O'Brien helping Kurt Castle retain his title. Kenny Krenshov powerbombing Santiago. Jay O'Brien knocking Leo Mack out - well that was okay. Maybe people want The Untouchables doing what they damn well want, but I don't! I see the same thing happen five or six times a week, week in and week out - I get bored, fast!
It's like The Foundation, man. We've watched them standing idly by on the sidelines for months. Just waiting for their opportunity instead of earning it like men. The fans got bored of them long ago, but they keep coming back. Talent less and quite frankly, a waste of space - but this week, we get another chance to dispose of them. Like we did before, when we beat them down to a pulp. Back before we won the NAPW Tag Team titles, man.
Stone:
I remember. I ain't stupid, bro.
Clint:
And The Monsters Of Hollyweird...
Stone:
It feels like we've beaten them before.
[Pause]
Stone:
But we ain't even met the other before. I mean, TEAM Kurtis, Jeff James and Dio Muerte ... What the (BLEEP) are we supposed to do about them?
Clint:
What we do every night, man.
[Pause]
Stone:
I don't think that'll help.
Clint:
No, man. What 'we' do, not what 'you' do. That doesn't help anyone. And anyway, TEAM Kurtis are non-entities. We'll hardly even notice they're there. They'll be the sand in our shoes. The gum on the pavement we step in, without it even sticking to our shoes.
Stone:
Okay, but don't steal my analogies.
Clint:
But you get the picture. They're nothing! They're treading water in a deep pool. They're out of their depths, out of their element. I don't give a damn if one of them - whichever one it is - is a champion. That's beside the point. They are a step up from Jeff James and Dio Muerte though...
Stone:
Everyone is.
Clint:
Hanging around losers like Prince Darko and Thomas Young, and being on the outside. The outside of that circle? How pathetic do you have to be Jeff, Dio?
Stone:
They're bigger pariahs then Tommy Deathrow in a convent...
Clint:
Sure ... You guys almost got lucky once, a few months ago. And since then you've been trying to get back into the good books of Prince Darko. Hell, if you need any pointers just ask your brother, Jeff. he seems to know how to get in the good books. To be the obedient lap dog you aim to be ... And yet, you're carrying Dio Muerte!
[Clint laughs, and after a few moments so does Stone]
Clint:
Damn, that's funny, man. It's almost as funny as Kurt Castle thinking he's a valued member of The Untouchables. He couldn't even beat Johnny Rotten on his own, he had to have that little bitch, Jay O'Brien help him out. I mean, we've cheated to win in the past - we can admit that, can't we man?
Stone:
Ain't no denying it.
Clint:
But we did it in clever and cunning ways. You're actions, Jay, are that of a moron. And we were supposed to be surprised when you joined The Untouchables? Stupid is as stupid does. You and that lumbering fool, Kenny Krenshov have to be two of the most idiotic, talent less hacks that I have ever seen enter this business. And what makes it even worse, is that you think you're deserving of a title shot. Let me makes this very clear to you. To TEAM Kurtis. To The Famous Monsters of Hollyweird, The Foundation and The Foundation Part Deux - this match is ours for the taking. The Midnight Cowboys. We'll roll into the arena here in Edmonton on Tuesday and we'll roll back out with a victory under our belts and a title shot in the near future. For this is two thousand and seven, this is the year of The Midnight Cowboys ... And we sure as hell didn't take D-X out of the picture so The DOOMriders could finally get the titles. We didn't do it for any of you either! We did it for two people, ourselves!
Papa Z:
Ahem.
Clint:
Three people, we did it for three people. And there isn't a damn thing any of you chumps can do about it!
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]