Cheers

["Sick" Billy Kryenik]

[Tommy hadn’t been heard from in several days. Billy hadn’t even heard from him since Tuesday. It Turns out Tommy has been doing what anyone would do after there loss to a man like Chris Casino…

Boil and Rage in his head so bad that if he walked outside he’d probably go to prison for assaulting someone. Blond hair, brown hait, pink hair, it didn’t matter. Deathrow saw nothing but blood.

However this can’t keep Deathrow unfocused. Oh no, Tommy’s been anticipating Next Generation since earlier on in the week. Maybe he’s take his frustration out on the would be contenders. He’d take it out on anyone if they provoked him.

Billy’s just been working at the gym. Getting ready for the path of hell that the Doomrider camp is going to have to endure at Sole Survivor. Next Generation for a second time and two other tag teams ready to come get them.

Lucky for Tommy, it’s two of the Untouchables.

Lucky for Billy, he’ll have Deathrow as his partner.

SCENE: TOMMY’S PLACE Billy is hammering at the door of Deathrow. He hammers it a few times until Deathrow comes to the door. Deathrow looks pissed. Billy looks focused. Deathrow smirks and open the door and lets Billy in, not saying anything at first. What is there to say, he’d been out of touch for a few days…

How about…]

Billy: Where in the (BLEEP) have you been, Tommy?

Tommy: I’ve been around, (BLEEP). What’s it to you?

Billy: Well we are tag team champions. You’re my partner. My best friend. You know?

Tommy: Yeah, but do I have to answer to you whenever I don’t call? (BLEEP). I can do what I want, so back the (BLEEP) off.

Billy: Jesus, you’re in a bitch of a mood.

Tommy: Yeah, so?

Billy: What the (BLEEP)s the problem?

Tommy: Nothing. Don’t worry about it.

Billy: Ah come on bitchface. What’s on your mind.

Tommy: You want to know what’s on my mind?

Billy: Yeah?

Tommy: Because there’s a whole world on my mind right now and if you really want to listen, then sit the (BLEEP) down and grab yourself a pint from my fridge.

Billy: Fine.

[Billy walks into the kitchen, returning with not one, not two, but three beers.]

Tommy: Greedy little (BLEEP)er, aren’t ya?

Billy: You said grab a pint… and I’m guessing this will take a while. One for you, two for me.

Tommy: Oh how kind, (BLEEP)shine. Makes my day…

Billy: Cut the sarcasm. Get on what’s bugging you.

Tommy: Chris Casino for one thing.

Billy: Chris Casino? I know what that’s like.

Tommy: No, I don’t think you do. You’ve never lost to that arrogant (BLEEP)stick. Once you do, it’s like a hammer being pounded into your head over and over and over. I’ve basically had to cut myself off from the world, so I don’t have to listen to him go on and on about how he beat me in my own (BLEEP)ing match. Do you know what that feels like?

Billy: To be beaten in your own match?

Tommy: Yeah. (BLEEP)ing sucks, dude. One false move and I (BLEEP)ed myself over. BAM! TACKS OT THE FACE! I didn’t even see it coming. Do you know what that feels like when you lose a match that you’re special at?

Billy: Yeah, I do actually.

Tommy: Oh yeah, when?

Billy: Patrick Bickle. Stairway to Hell match. You remember that shit?

Tommy: (BLEEP), yeah. That was garbage. I had you tagged to win that one too.

Billy: So did I. But look what happened. I lost. But so what? Who cares that you lost to Casino.

Tommy: I (BLEEP)ing care. I’m better then that son of a bitch. He aint got nothing on the SUPERSTAR. Yet he walks out with the victory. It was (BLEEP)ing bullshit. I can’t believe I didn’t see that sneaky (BLEEP)er grabbing those tacks.

Billy: Man it’s no big deal. Seriously. A minor setback.

Tommy: Yeah? Well when am I going to have a chance to get at him again? I want him right (BLEEP)ing now, but god knows it won’t happen anytime soon. Casino won’t sign a contract ever again. You know that right?

Billy: Oh yeah? Make him sign it. If you really want to take his ass to task then (BLEEP)ing force him to sign a contract. You know how he works, if you piss him off enough eventually he’ll give in and you’ll get your match.

Tommy: You know what? (BLEEP) the match. I just want to find him backstage so I can put a fist full of brass into that richy rich face of his. Mother (BLEEP)er thinks he’s the toughest shit ever now. I can’t let that continue. (BLEEP) that.

Billy: At least you’ve got goals about the whole thing.

Tommy; I disappointed myself. I disappointed the Doomriders. That (BLEEP)ing sucks, dude.

Billy: Like I said, Tommy. It’s all good. We beat them at Cold Snap anyway. So who cares. Casino will always run his mouth. (BLEEP), he still runs his mouth about how he was (BLEEP)ed over in the match with me, a year ago. He’s a whiney little bitch. That’s the way he is. Don’t you start acting like Casino now. You’re better then that.

Tommy: (BLEEP), you’re right. I am better then him. I ain’t going to sit back and just complain. I’m going to just settle the score. That son of a bitch better watch his back because I swear to god ill hung him down this Tuesday and bloody the (BLEEP) out of him with my bare hands. (BLEEP) brass knuckles, I’ll tear his skin off his face with these 10 ten fingers. Like a tiger, I’ll tear him apart.

Billy: See, now that’s the spirit. Now all you have to do is make sure you don’t tire yourself out before our match.

Tommy: Don’t worry about that. I’m all over these Next Generation (BLEEP)ers. Those bitches ain’t shit to me.

Billy: They’re pretty good but I don’t think they know what they’ve got themselves into.

Tommy: I don’t think they have a (BLEEP)ing clue whatsoever. Not just with us, but wth North American culture in general. I caught Sakai bowing to a homeless person on the street once and I thought maybe he had him confused with the King of Japan or something.

Billy: Japan doesn’t have a King.

Tommy: I don’t give a shit! He’s an idiot anyway. Who bows? Honestly.

Billy: It’s a standard custom in Japan to bow when you greet someone.

Tommy: Pffft yeah, and in Canada is standard to guzzle 15 pints of beer upon entering the country, and you don’t see Sakai hittin the sauce, now do you?

Billy: Do you even know what you’re talking about?

Tommy: Of course I do. I’m the SUPERSTAR. I’m always right. Now don’t even get me started on Hot Sauce Santiago. That kid is more midget then Mascarida Sagrada Jr. Have you seen how big that guy is? He’s like 3 foot nothing. And he wants to come and try to take away my title belt? Good luck buddy. He’s going to need a step ladder and a mace to get anywhere near me. I’ll just hold out my arm and push his head back. He’ll be swinging at me like a little kid and he ain’t gettin’ anywhere with that shit.

Billy: I’m pretty pumped. I’ve been hitting the gym every day for like two to three hours. I’m getting all prepped for these battles we have coming up. Let’s not forget that not only are we fighting Next Gen this Tuesday, we have them, the Untouchables and Midnight Cowboys at Sole Survivor…

[Deathrows eyes light on fire and he smashes his full beer into his table. Glass and beer everywhere.]

Tommy: That’s it! I’ll take out Casino’s boys. Fanny Pantsoff. Gay O’Bitch . Those two (BLEEP)sticks can feel what I wanna give Casino. Kenny got himself a new partner, I guess Casino wanted the single glory so he could go for the heavyweight title. Or maybe he knew that Kenny was an overgrown piece of garbage. Yeah he’s a monster but he has his weaknesses. It may not be a street fight but I know I can put a vicious hurtin’ anyway. My fists are registered weapons.

Billy: That’s more like it. Take out that frustration on everyone else. (BLEEP) Casino, make him sweat. Once you destroy his boys, he’ll be sweating. What’s he going to do when his biys are all messed up? Deathrow Driver anyone? Dry Lake? Doomrider Special With Sauce? I think so.

Tommy: I’d love to see how quick I can get that Deathrow Driver onto Santiago. I’m thinking I can just walk in there, kick and BANG Deathrow driver from you’re truly. What kind of time could I get on that? I say 10 seconds. Hell maybe I’ll try to beat Diesels victory. What was his? 8 seconds? (BLEEP) that, I can do it in 7.

Billy: Maybe even 6. Maybe we shouldn’t be taking them so lightly… Maybe he’ll just pop out some karate like his Sakai. He did fend off Kenny Krenshov, you know.

Tommy: So what, big deal. That doesn’t make him a threat. I’ve done that before. Sometimes you don’t even have to kick at them. They just scatter the ring once we hit it. They know better. So is Sakai is taking them on, let’s take on Sakai and show him a thing or two about toughness. A formal introduction to north American violence.

Billy: Well good thing you got that in your head. I know you’re going to slaughter them. Let’s see if Next Generation has it in them for two rounds with the Doomriders. Santiago, Sakai you guys better come out swinging. There better be two foreigners staring at me from the other side of the ring, wanting to get into one hell of a brawl. It’s not going to be anywhere near embassy work, it’s going to be all out warfare.


Tommy: Cheers to that.

[Billy cracks open his beer, as Tommy grabs the 3rd beer. They raise to a eventful Tuesday night as the scene fades.

Walking down the championship road, there’s gonna be snags. Chris Casino go the best of Deathrow, and Deathrow wants blood. He’ll go for anything that has Untouchable written on it. Krenshov, O’Brien and even Castle can all be notified of his new found anger. The tag team match Tuesday and at Sole Survivor are huge match ups. Momentum is on the line.

They need it, all the momentum they can muster. The Untouchables are bound to come looking for those belts regardless. They are the number one contenders. They’ve earned their way to that spot by beating everything in there way and holding nothing back.
A true test of endurance is about to bestow onto the Doomriders.]