Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 17, 2007 9:03:51 GMT -5
[The scene opens somewhere in Moose Jaw, and from the looks of that dumpster full of food scraps it's behind a restaurant or diner of some sorts. And hopefully it's near trash day, because that smell is disgusting. Not that it bothers Stone Zellor, because he's sitting on a stoop in his faux fur coat and jeans with a bottle of Gatorade in hand. He's still panting and sweating slightly from the workout on the field]
Stone:
Once. Twice. Three times and you're a loser, man. December eighth - we beat you guys in tag team action. March sixth - I outlast you guys in the tag team battle royale, earning me an' Clint a tag title shot. March twelfth, you two are on the losing team - again - as The Untouchables aid us in thrashing yo' sorry asses around an NAPW ring once more.
[He takes a sip of the Gatorade before continuing]
Stone:
Enough is enough. I've had enough of you two. Prince Darko, Thomas Young, you guys ain't done anything worthwhile in your lives and yet, you keep getting a chance to try and muscle in on our limelight. Nah, man. It ain't goin' down like that. You see, at the start of the year me an' Clint, we proclaimed two-thousand-and-seven to be 'The Year of The Midnight Cowboys'. Our year! Our chance to shine. And damnit, we've done just that - with one minor glitch. But I'll get to you, Tommy, in a second.
Stone:
I mean, we eliminated The New And Improved D-X and took their tag titles from them in the process. We beat The Celtic Assassins before they had to go and get fired by Joey Malone - just to run away, we all know it. We were ridin' high, man. Then one fateful night we lost those straps to The DOOMriders...
[Pause]
Stone:
But you two have the nerve to say that we're not goin' to help Sebastien Martyr out, 'cause this a Superstar rules? (BLEEP) that, man. No holds barred, I can dig it. There ain't no tags, man, we all get to whoop yo' asses at the same time! I'm sure Sebastien, the creepy little man he is, can appreciate how easy a task we have ahead of us. How it'll be a walk through the park - for us. It'll be slow and painful for you guys ... And Tommy, well he enjoys slow and painful so we'll come up with something for him.
Stone:
Hell, what do you do to the man who took your gold? The man who stuffed his sweaty hand down your Pops' throat? He couldn't talk all that well before - but now he just shouts, man - and you did that to us! First a Kyle Roberts cheap shot and now a 'Sweaty Ball Claw' ... That poor man. But, no more! This Tuesday night we get to exact a minor amount of revenge, but the real party is at Sole Survivor II. Live from Toronto - The Midnight Cowboys regain the NAPW Tag Team Championships, before one of us goes on and earns a shot at the NAPW Championship. 'Cause as we said at the start, this is our year and we will get what we deserve! Ya dig?
[And the scene ends there with the traditional fade to black]
Stone:
Once. Twice. Three times and you're a loser, man. December eighth - we beat you guys in tag team action. March sixth - I outlast you guys in the tag team battle royale, earning me an' Clint a tag title shot. March twelfth, you two are on the losing team - again - as The Untouchables aid us in thrashing yo' sorry asses around an NAPW ring once more.
[He takes a sip of the Gatorade before continuing]
Stone:
Enough is enough. I've had enough of you two. Prince Darko, Thomas Young, you guys ain't done anything worthwhile in your lives and yet, you keep getting a chance to try and muscle in on our limelight. Nah, man. It ain't goin' down like that. You see, at the start of the year me an' Clint, we proclaimed two-thousand-and-seven to be 'The Year of The Midnight Cowboys'. Our year! Our chance to shine. And damnit, we've done just that - with one minor glitch. But I'll get to you, Tommy, in a second.
Stone:
I mean, we eliminated The New And Improved D-X and took their tag titles from them in the process. We beat The Celtic Assassins before they had to go and get fired by Joey Malone - just to run away, we all know it. We were ridin' high, man. Then one fateful night we lost those straps to The DOOMriders...
[Pause]
Stone:
But you two have the nerve to say that we're not goin' to help Sebastien Martyr out, 'cause this a Superstar rules? (BLEEP) that, man. No holds barred, I can dig it. There ain't no tags, man, we all get to whoop yo' asses at the same time! I'm sure Sebastien, the creepy little man he is, can appreciate how easy a task we have ahead of us. How it'll be a walk through the park - for us. It'll be slow and painful for you guys ... And Tommy, well he enjoys slow and painful so we'll come up with something for him.
Stone:
Hell, what do you do to the man who took your gold? The man who stuffed his sweaty hand down your Pops' throat? He couldn't talk all that well before - but now he just shouts, man - and you did that to us! First a Kyle Roberts cheap shot and now a 'Sweaty Ball Claw' ... That poor man. But, no more! This Tuesday night we get to exact a minor amount of revenge, but the real party is at Sole Survivor II. Live from Toronto - The Midnight Cowboys regain the NAPW Tag Team Championships, before one of us goes on and earns a shot at the NAPW Championship. 'Cause as we said at the start, this is our year and we will get what we deserve! Ya dig?
[And the scene ends there with the traditional fade to black]