Post by Clint Zellor on Mar 15, 2007 12:34:49 GMT -5
[The scene opens from absolutely nothing, to a shot of what looks to be a football(American) field here in sunny Canada! The wind is a little chilly, but not as bad as it has been, There are two people on the field right now, but they are too far off to notice who they are. Just then, a man in a green leisure suit hobbles up near us, this man being none other then Papa Z himself! Green leisure suit on, and his trusty bottle of MD 20/20 he looks at the two people on the field, doing sprints.]
Papa Z: COME--ON--YOU--LITTLE--SISSIES!
[Papa starts to cough rapidly from hollering and quickly takes a gulp of his 20/20, apparently feeling much better. The two people start walking near Papa, as they come into view we see it's Clint and Stone, panting slightly, Stone is wearing yellow gym shorts with a black"Run DMC" shirt on, and running shoes. Clint is wearing his black gym shorts with a white tank on, and a pic in his 'fro, how it managed to stay in while he was running, that's a mystery to even myself.]
Stone: What you be yellin 'bout pops?
Papa Z: You--run--like--I--have--sex.
Clint: Slow and Saggy?
Papa Z: Ye--Wait--WATCH--IT--BOY!
[Papa takes his cane and whacks Clint behind the leg with it, as Clint hobbles, grabbing his calf.]
Clint: OUCHHH... Pops, that hurt!
Papa Z: No--Shit.
Stone: Pops, We been trainin, like all day. Runnin and jumpin and divin and all that stuff. We just want a little break, Afterall, We did win two weeks in a row.
Clint: Yeah Pops, We did.
Papa Z: Where-are-your-tag-belts?
[Papa Z didn't just go there... TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST GO THERE!]
Stone: Dem Doomies got em..
Papa Z: They-got--them--cause--you-boys-let-them-get-em.
Stone: TELL HELL WE DID!
Clint: We didn't LET anyone get anything. We just weren't on our game that night. But we cool now pops, We got this. Soul Survivor is commin up soon and we got a tag title shot, and we are in the Soul Survivor match. This could be a HUGE night for the Cowboys.
Stone: You seen Rosie?
Papa Z: She's--at--home.
Stone: Aight.
[Clint smacks Stone across the back of the head, shocked.. Stone looks back at Clint, rubbing his head.]
Stone: What you do that for?!
Clint: You've gotta pay some attention! Man..Alright.. Ima go for a walk, wind down a little
----Five Minutes Later---
[Clint is walking down a man made path in the woods that connects the park to the apartment complex.]
Clint: Maaaaaaaaan. The Midnight Cowboys are on a roll. How long that will last? Well, that depends on the amount of people in our way. We lost the tag gold, that's the truth right there. I won't deny that fact. We lost it to the Doomriders, too bad at Soul Survivor, we are winnin them back. Doomies, ya'll did us a world of wrong. Those belts were meant for us.. After all the trouble we went through to get them, and you wanna go and take it.. Well that's alright.. Because this week, Stone and I, We get a shot at one of the Doomies... SUPERSTAR... TOMMY DEATHROW. Tommy, are you aware of the fact that you're in for something not even you can protect yourself from? The fans love ya Tommy... But I hate the fans... so what does that tell you? I HATE YOU MORE.. Tommy, it's all just a simple matter of time before you see a side of me... a side of CLINT ZELLOR that you do not want to see.. You think you're insane? Tommy ANYTHING goes in this little "SUPERSTAR SIX MAN" You know what that means Tommy? I can take a staple gun and a dollar bill, and I can staple it to your head! I can take light tubes, And make you bloody. i can take barbedwire and mangle you with it, and so help me god Tommy, if I can injure you... it WILL happen.. One less Doomie means a little more chance for the Cowboys to win gold ... AGAIN.
Now as for Thomas Young and Prince Darko... Well, I ain't really too worried about the either of ya. Cowboys beat your asses once, and we gonna do it all over again, like a cheesy sequel!
[With that, the scene fades to black.]
Papa Z: COME--ON--YOU--LITTLE--SISSIES!
[Papa starts to cough rapidly from hollering and quickly takes a gulp of his 20/20, apparently feeling much better. The two people start walking near Papa, as they come into view we see it's Clint and Stone, panting slightly, Stone is wearing yellow gym shorts with a black"Run DMC" shirt on, and running shoes. Clint is wearing his black gym shorts with a white tank on, and a pic in his 'fro, how it managed to stay in while he was running, that's a mystery to even myself.]
Stone: What you be yellin 'bout pops?
Papa Z: You--run--like--I--have--sex.
Clint: Slow and Saggy?
Papa Z: Ye--Wait--WATCH--IT--BOY!
[Papa takes his cane and whacks Clint behind the leg with it, as Clint hobbles, grabbing his calf.]
Clint: OUCHHH... Pops, that hurt!
Papa Z: No--Shit.
Stone: Pops, We been trainin, like all day. Runnin and jumpin and divin and all that stuff. We just want a little break, Afterall, We did win two weeks in a row.
Clint: Yeah Pops, We did.
Papa Z: Where-are-your-tag-belts?
[Papa Z didn't just go there... TELL ME HE DID NOT JUST GO THERE!]
Stone: Dem Doomies got em..
Papa Z: They-got--them--cause--you-boys-let-them-get-em.
Stone: TELL HELL WE DID!
Clint: We didn't LET anyone get anything. We just weren't on our game that night. But we cool now pops, We got this. Soul Survivor is commin up soon and we got a tag title shot, and we are in the Soul Survivor match. This could be a HUGE night for the Cowboys.
Stone: You seen Rosie?
Papa Z: She's--at--home.
Stone: Aight.
[Clint smacks Stone across the back of the head, shocked.. Stone looks back at Clint, rubbing his head.]
Stone: What you do that for?!
Clint: You've gotta pay some attention! Man..Alright.. Ima go for a walk, wind down a little
----Five Minutes Later---
[Clint is walking down a man made path in the woods that connects the park to the apartment complex.]
Clint: Maaaaaaaaan. The Midnight Cowboys are on a roll. How long that will last? Well, that depends on the amount of people in our way. We lost the tag gold, that's the truth right there. I won't deny that fact. We lost it to the Doomriders, too bad at Soul Survivor, we are winnin them back. Doomies, ya'll did us a world of wrong. Those belts were meant for us.. After all the trouble we went through to get them, and you wanna go and take it.. Well that's alright.. Because this week, Stone and I, We get a shot at one of the Doomies... SUPERSTAR... TOMMY DEATHROW. Tommy, are you aware of the fact that you're in for something not even you can protect yourself from? The fans love ya Tommy... But I hate the fans... so what does that tell you? I HATE YOU MORE.. Tommy, it's all just a simple matter of time before you see a side of me... a side of CLINT ZELLOR that you do not want to see.. You think you're insane? Tommy ANYTHING goes in this little "SUPERSTAR SIX MAN" You know what that means Tommy? I can take a staple gun and a dollar bill, and I can staple it to your head! I can take light tubes, And make you bloody. i can take barbedwire and mangle you with it, and so help me god Tommy, if I can injure you... it WILL happen.. One less Doomie means a little more chance for the Cowboys to win gold ... AGAIN.
Now as for Thomas Young and Prince Darko... Well, I ain't really too worried about the either of ya. Cowboys beat your asses once, and we gonna do it all over again, like a cheesy sequel!
[With that, the scene fades to black.]