Post by Clint Zellor on Mar 9, 2007 22:30:08 GMT -5
-Time ticks by slowly but surely, counting down the days, hours, minutes.. even the seconds until The Midnight Cowboys can go into a match for the Tag gold again.. We weren't defeated.. We were beaten, defeated men get no second chance.. Then again neither do prostitutes when caught.. My brother and I, we are on step ahead of most of the people that play this game... I don't know why I am doing this stupid prelude thing anyway... I guess I'm just a fan of Casino!-
[The scene opens, infront of something that you all are used to this week.. The homemade NAPW banner that Stone made. This seems to be an ever popular place you know.. Anyway, Clint is seen staring at the banner, his back to the camera, from what we can see, Clint is wearing Long white socks with black and green gym shorts and a black tank top on. His shoes are his classic black and white 'Chucks'.]
Clint: Pshh... N...A...P....W
[With that, those muttered words, Clint rips the banner down off of the wall and tears it in half, before turning around towards the camera, and sitting down in a chair next to him, taking a cup off the dresser, so we atleast know this is a bedroom, He takes his black chalice like cup and sips from it, resting it on the floor beside him.]
Clint: The Foundation. What is a foundation anyway? A foundation is something in which to build something on. A sturdy beginning if you will. Papa Z taught me that. But what I don't get is why would a bunch of crackpot losers like 'Prince Darko' and 'Thomas Young' and 'Jeff James'. Then, to add to this list of amazingly bad talent, you've got Lyn... I know that's not her name but damn it I don't have to call her by her real name now do I?
[Clint takes another sip from his cup and whipes his mouth quickly before going on.]
Clint: And yeah, I know my brother has done about two promo's this week about the match, while I bet you all were askin...What the hell's Clint been doin? Where has Clint been? Well you know what? I don't need to answer to any of you! Ya'll ain't my parents. But I will tell you anyway only because I feel like talkin. I wasn't training... I don't need to train for this match, I'm wrestling a pirate hooker and the dudes that swap the poop-deck. I was sitting back, letting my half brother do most of the talking for us.. Before I got tired of listening to Papa Z talk about the importance of prostitutes in Canada, and how he thinks Canada should use these people to their advantage, and believe it or not, I agree. See Valentine, The ring isn't a place for chicks like you. You don't even know what you're doing inside of a ring, the only thing you're in that ring for is to 'cop a feel' on the muscular, defined, toned men like myself. It's ok Lyndsey, because after the match, I just might let you visit Chocolate City!
[Clint sits there chuckling, apparently amused by his own joke.]
Clint: Who's next? Darko? What the hell happened to you kid? Why did you name yourself 'Prince Darko'? I guess you don't have any respect for yourself as an Afro-American? I don't know what you are.. I don't really care either, because you're one of the one's paying for V's services.. and that my friend is nasssttttyyyy..Thomas Young... Jeff James? Man I don't even wanna talk about any of ya'll.. 'Sides, my bro probably already ripped you idiots apart. I don't need to do what he already did, i just think it's damn funny ya'll got played by the small-fry of the family like that. Makes me laugh now that I think about it..TNF is commin faster then a shake of a rabbits leg TF and LYNLYN... I don't know if there is anyone else, but then again, it doesn't really matter.... not to me atleast, now if you people will excuse me... I gotta go and beat my game of 'Ghost Recon'. This is just too boring now... Ghost Recon is much better.. Anyway.... Foundation... get ready to meet the Tornado that will tear ya'll asses up!
[Fade to Black]
[The scene opens, infront of something that you all are used to this week.. The homemade NAPW banner that Stone made. This seems to be an ever popular place you know.. Anyway, Clint is seen staring at the banner, his back to the camera, from what we can see, Clint is wearing Long white socks with black and green gym shorts and a black tank top on. His shoes are his classic black and white 'Chucks'.]
Clint: Pshh... N...A...P....W
[With that, those muttered words, Clint rips the banner down off of the wall and tears it in half, before turning around towards the camera, and sitting down in a chair next to him, taking a cup off the dresser, so we atleast know this is a bedroom, He takes his black chalice like cup and sips from it, resting it on the floor beside him.]
Clint: The Foundation. What is a foundation anyway? A foundation is something in which to build something on. A sturdy beginning if you will. Papa Z taught me that. But what I don't get is why would a bunch of crackpot losers like 'Prince Darko' and 'Thomas Young' and 'Jeff James'. Then, to add to this list of amazingly bad talent, you've got Lyn... I know that's not her name but damn it I don't have to call her by her real name now do I?
[Clint takes another sip from his cup and whipes his mouth quickly before going on.]
Clint: And yeah, I know my brother has done about two promo's this week about the match, while I bet you all were askin...What the hell's Clint been doin? Where has Clint been? Well you know what? I don't need to answer to any of you! Ya'll ain't my parents. But I will tell you anyway only because I feel like talkin. I wasn't training... I don't need to train for this match, I'm wrestling a pirate hooker and the dudes that swap the poop-deck. I was sitting back, letting my half brother do most of the talking for us.. Before I got tired of listening to Papa Z talk about the importance of prostitutes in Canada, and how he thinks Canada should use these people to their advantage, and believe it or not, I agree. See Valentine, The ring isn't a place for chicks like you. You don't even know what you're doing inside of a ring, the only thing you're in that ring for is to 'cop a feel' on the muscular, defined, toned men like myself. It's ok Lyndsey, because after the match, I just might let you visit Chocolate City!
[Clint sits there chuckling, apparently amused by his own joke.]
Clint: Who's next? Darko? What the hell happened to you kid? Why did you name yourself 'Prince Darko'? I guess you don't have any respect for yourself as an Afro-American? I don't know what you are.. I don't really care either, because you're one of the one's paying for V's services.. and that my friend is nasssttttyyyy..Thomas Young... Jeff James? Man I don't even wanna talk about any of ya'll.. 'Sides, my bro probably already ripped you idiots apart. I don't need to do what he already did, i just think it's damn funny ya'll got played by the small-fry of the family like that. Makes me laugh now that I think about it..TNF is commin faster then a shake of a rabbits leg TF and LYNLYN... I don't know if there is anyone else, but then again, it doesn't really matter.... not to me atleast, now if you people will excuse me... I gotta go and beat my game of 'Ghost Recon'. This is just too boring now... Ghost Recon is much better.. Anyway.... Foundation... get ready to meet the Tornado that will tear ya'll asses up!
[Fade to Black]