Post by Newfy Jack on Mar 16, 2007 16:05:56 GMT -5
The scene opens inside of the Chillers Brew Pub located on 510 Home Street West. The NAPW camera pans around the pub. You see people sitting at tables in the center of the room and the mini brewery at the far left corner on the pub. Newfy Jack is sitting at a table toward the front wall of the pub. Charlie is sitting on the opposite side of Jack wearing the away jersey of the Moose Jaw Warriors. Newfy Jack is wearing the home Moose Jaw Warriors jersey and blue jeans with a Newfoundland flag belt buckle. Jack signals the waitress to bring him a few pints.
Charlie: “…………………..”
NJ: “Yeah you’re right! This does look good in here. So what are you having to drink?”
Charlie: “……………..”
NJ: “No, I ordered for myself. I didn’t know what you wanted. I am not a mind reader Charlie.”
Charlie: “……………….”
NJ: “What ever you say Charlie. When the waitress comes by again ask tell what you want!”
Charlie: “………………….”
NJ: “But you are picking up the tab at the end of the night.”
Charlie: “….!!!!.................”
NJ: “That’s B.S. Charlie! I paid last time. So it’s your god damn turn to pay.”
Charlie: “…………….”
NJ: “So we got a chance to be the thirtieth entry in the Sole Survivor match on the twenty-eighth of March. But we have to go through Sam Finn, Dio Muerte and Joey Malone.”
Charlie: “………………….?”
Jack sees the camera and looks straight into it.
NJ: “I am going to take Sam Finn out of the picture first. Just for the simple fact that if you play with fire you’re going to get burned! I am going to teach him a lesson why he shouldn’t (BLEEP) with Newfy Jack or Charlie because your career will be shortened!!! When you put your damn mitts on Charlie and got me counted out. You were play with a highly combustible element that’s ready to explode. And what I will do just when I see you in the ring this Tuesday. If you thought I was going to let your actions two weeks ago slide you’re in for a rude awakening. The real reason you are leaving the NAPW is that you couldn’t make the grade. You’re a coward that has no (BLEEP)ing balls. Your flaws and inexperience in the ring showed in our match two weeks ago when you had to use my friend in order to get a win. You and I know you can beat me in a one on one match. I going to make sure you don’t walk TNF. You’re going out on a gurney. My going away present to you is shit load of pain. Where you’re bone will be broken and you will also have internal bleeding!!! When you leave there will be no high fives, no one saying that they wish you luck, no speeches from Rex Caliber on how much you meant to this company because for one, no one gives a shit aboot you and the horse you road in on. The one thing you can count on getting is my foot in your ass!!!! You’re not ever worthy around my empties let a lone a wrestling ring.”
A hand goes into the camera shot holding a pint of beer and puts it on the table. She puts down three pints on the table then walks away from the table. Jack chugs down the first two pints down. Then looks back at the camera in front of him.
Charlie: “……………………….”
NJ: “Why didn’t you order something Charlie?
Charlie: “…………..”
NJ: “You’re shy. Don’t give that shit. You were staring at here breasts Charlie.”
Charlie: “…..”
NJ: “hahahahahahahahaha.”
Jack picks up the third pint glass. Chugs the beer and then slams the glass down on the table. Camera zooms in on Jack face.
NJ: “Sam Finn!!! Don’t let the NAPW doors hit you on your ass on your way out."
Scene fades.
Charlie: “…………………..”
NJ: “Yeah you’re right! This does look good in here. So what are you having to drink?”
Charlie: “……………..”
NJ: “No, I ordered for myself. I didn’t know what you wanted. I am not a mind reader Charlie.”
Charlie: “……………….”
NJ: “What ever you say Charlie. When the waitress comes by again ask tell what you want!”
Charlie: “………………….”
NJ: “But you are picking up the tab at the end of the night.”
Charlie: “….!!!!.................”
NJ: “That’s B.S. Charlie! I paid last time. So it’s your god damn turn to pay.”
Charlie: “…………….”
NJ: “So we got a chance to be the thirtieth entry in the Sole Survivor match on the twenty-eighth of March. But we have to go through Sam Finn, Dio Muerte and Joey Malone.”
Charlie: “………………….?”
Jack sees the camera and looks straight into it.
NJ: “I am going to take Sam Finn out of the picture first. Just for the simple fact that if you play with fire you’re going to get burned! I am going to teach him a lesson why he shouldn’t (BLEEP) with Newfy Jack or Charlie because your career will be shortened!!! When you put your damn mitts on Charlie and got me counted out. You were play with a highly combustible element that’s ready to explode. And what I will do just when I see you in the ring this Tuesday. If you thought I was going to let your actions two weeks ago slide you’re in for a rude awakening. The real reason you are leaving the NAPW is that you couldn’t make the grade. You’re a coward that has no (BLEEP)ing balls. Your flaws and inexperience in the ring showed in our match two weeks ago when you had to use my friend in order to get a win. You and I know you can beat me in a one on one match. I going to make sure you don’t walk TNF. You’re going out on a gurney. My going away present to you is shit load of pain. Where you’re bone will be broken and you will also have internal bleeding!!! When you leave there will be no high fives, no one saying that they wish you luck, no speeches from Rex Caliber on how much you meant to this company because for one, no one gives a shit aboot you and the horse you road in on. The one thing you can count on getting is my foot in your ass!!!! You’re not ever worthy around my empties let a lone a wrestling ring.”
A hand goes into the camera shot holding a pint of beer and puts it on the table. She puts down three pints on the table then walks away from the table. Jack chugs down the first two pints down. Then looks back at the camera in front of him.
Charlie: “……………………….”
NJ: “Why didn’t you order something Charlie?
Charlie: “…………..”
NJ: “You’re shy. Don’t give that shit. You were staring at here breasts Charlie.”
Charlie: “…..”
NJ: “hahahahahahahahaha.”
Jack picks up the third pint glass. Chugs the beer and then slams the glass down on the table. Camera zooms in on Jack face.
NJ: “Sam Finn!!! Don’t let the NAPW doors hit you on your ass on your way out."
Scene fades.