Post by Clint Zellor on Mar 21, 2007 0:16:42 GMT -5
“If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten”-George Carlin
[This is it. The big scha-bang! The great gig in the sky, the "If you don't put your ass on the line, you ain't gettin paid!", Sole Survivor.. The biggest stage the NAPW has to offer. The Midnight Cowboys ridin high on the horses of revenge.. Who can honestly stop the Cowboys? Doomies did... But things are different now. It seems that the Cowboys do their best when they have something to prove... Like a rose growing through a crack in a land made of concrete.]
**NO MORE GAMES... IT'S TIME TO TAKE 'EM HOME**
[There seems to be a faint buzzing sound, but due to the screen still being black...wait.. the screen is fading to the current scene, We still hear the buzzing sound, but now we know what is making the noise. It's a tattoo gun, on some dark complexion skin. All we can see so far is a still-in-progress snorting bull.]
"You DO have the money to get this finished tonight right?"
"Yeah bro, don't worry. I got ya."
[That voice, it sounds all too familiar. The scene pans out a little more, to see Clint Zellor, clad in a black tank and jean shorts, in a leather reclining seat, sitting inside of "Manny's Tattoo and Piercing". The man working on Clint, is none other then Manny, Bald and of Latin heritage, Manny is covered in ink, as he is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with black boots. The parlor is small, but very clean and orderly, with Manny and the other tattoo artist's artwork scattered in black frames all over the little shop.]
Manny: So why are you getting a bull?
Clint: I think it represents me.
[Manny, is still noticing the bandages on Clint, as they are numerous. Typically on his head, and his other arm and legs.]
Manny: How does this bull represent you?
Clint: Well, Bulls are tough, crazy hunters right? They will demolish you and not even think twice about it.
Manny: So you're crazy and you like to hurt people?
Clint: You're good man.
Manny: Well Esse, I can't help it!
[They both laugh a little, as Manny takes a small rag and whipes off his work, getting the smudges off and being able to see the work a little clearer.]
Clint: So how much longer do you think till this is done?
Manny: About an hour or so...Give or take..
[Just then, the door of the parlor opens, and in comes Clints half brother, Stone. Who is equally as bandaged and bruised, Stone is wearing his faux fur jacket and camo cargo shorts, with black and white addidas shoes.]
Clint: What's up Stone?
Stone: Nothin. What's crackin Manny?
Manny: Nothin right now, just finishin ya bro's tat up. How come you ain't never get some ink Stone?
Stone: Clint has a job, I just wrestle.. I can't be affordin all that man.
Manny: I got ya..
[Stone takes a seat on one of the empty chairs, watching Manny finish up.]
Stone: Why you gettin a bull?
Clint: 'Cause I am a bull.
Stone: Ahhh. You is crazy.
Clint: Nah, I just wanted some ink. So how you feelin?
Stone: Still sore as hell man!
Manny: Well, Ya'll DID go through some shit.
Stone: Don't we always?
Clint: Good point.
Stone: Wait till Papa Z see's your tattoo.
Clint: He won't even be up by the time I get back to the hotel.
[Manny takes one last good swipe with the rag, and applies some 'tattoo goo' to the fresh ink. He then stands up, as does Clint who looks approvingly into the mirror.]
Clint: Looks sharp Manny.
Manny: Thanks.
[Clint hands Manny a small wad of money.]
Clint: Keep it all bro.
Manny: Appreciate that man, take care of it.
Clint: I will..
[Scene fades to black]
----Half an hour later.------
[Back at the hotel, Clint and Stone are laying in their beds, watching TV, with Papa in the room next to theirs. Stone has a whole pizza in his bed, as Clint is dining on three cheeseburgers, with the TV projecting music videos.]
Clint: Why is Canada so damn shitty?
Stone: That's a mystery not even Sherlock Holmes, or Blue the dog could figure out.
Clint: This is the worst Comfort Inn I've ever been to.
[Apparently, they are currently still at the Comfort Inn.]
Stone: This isn't that bad.
Clint: Yes it is.
Stone: Well it doesn't matter man, we got food, a couple wins, a tag title shot, and you got a new tattoo.
Clint: Sole Survivor is going to be a helluva night for the both of us. The tag match and then the S.S match.
Stone: They tryin' ta kill us!
Clint: Stone, we really gotta step our game up this time.
Stone: Yeah, I know.
Clint: I hope you do man...Because I want the Midnight Cowboys to be ridin a couple of wild ass horses for this night..
Stone: What you more worried about?
Clint: The tag match. That's where our fame is. We are tag team first.
Stone: Man, We got the Doomies, The New Generation and...The Un-(BLEEP)in-Touchables... This ain't exactly gonna be a D-X night if ya know what I mean..
Clint: We gotta go in their and pick every team apart. We gotta use this whole 'killer instinct' thing to our fullest advantage..Basically... We gotta follow this one simple match equation...
Stone: What it be?
Clint: If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.
Stone: What that mean?
Clint: It means we gotta keep our (BLEEP)ing heads down and run through these mother(BLEEP)ers like their ain't no tommorrow.. Cause we don't know when or if we will ever get another shot!
[With that, the scene ends.... for now..]
[This is it. The big scha-bang! The great gig in the sky, the "If you don't put your ass on the line, you ain't gettin paid!", Sole Survivor.. The biggest stage the NAPW has to offer. The Midnight Cowboys ridin high on the horses of revenge.. Who can honestly stop the Cowboys? Doomies did... But things are different now. It seems that the Cowboys do their best when they have something to prove... Like a rose growing through a crack in a land made of concrete.]
**NO MORE GAMES... IT'S TIME TO TAKE 'EM HOME**
[There seems to be a faint buzzing sound, but due to the screen still being black...wait.. the screen is fading to the current scene, We still hear the buzzing sound, but now we know what is making the noise. It's a tattoo gun, on some dark complexion skin. All we can see so far is a still-in-progress snorting bull.]
"You DO have the money to get this finished tonight right?"
"Yeah bro, don't worry. I got ya."
[That voice, it sounds all too familiar. The scene pans out a little more, to see Clint Zellor, clad in a black tank and jean shorts, in a leather reclining seat, sitting inside of "Manny's Tattoo and Piercing". The man working on Clint, is none other then Manny, Bald and of Latin heritage, Manny is covered in ink, as he is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with black boots. The parlor is small, but very clean and orderly, with Manny and the other tattoo artist's artwork scattered in black frames all over the little shop.]
Manny: So why are you getting a bull?
Clint: I think it represents me.
[Manny, is still noticing the bandages on Clint, as they are numerous. Typically on his head, and his other arm and legs.]
Manny: How does this bull represent you?
Clint: Well, Bulls are tough, crazy hunters right? They will demolish you and not even think twice about it.
Manny: So you're crazy and you like to hurt people?
Clint: You're good man.
Manny: Well Esse, I can't help it!
[They both laugh a little, as Manny takes a small rag and whipes off his work, getting the smudges off and being able to see the work a little clearer.]
Clint: So how much longer do you think till this is done?
Manny: About an hour or so...Give or take..
[Just then, the door of the parlor opens, and in comes Clints half brother, Stone. Who is equally as bandaged and bruised, Stone is wearing his faux fur jacket and camo cargo shorts, with black and white addidas shoes.]
Clint: What's up Stone?
Stone: Nothin. What's crackin Manny?
Manny: Nothin right now, just finishin ya bro's tat up. How come you ain't never get some ink Stone?
Stone: Clint has a job, I just wrestle.. I can't be affordin all that man.
Manny: I got ya..
[Stone takes a seat on one of the empty chairs, watching Manny finish up.]
Stone: Why you gettin a bull?
Clint: 'Cause I am a bull.
Stone: Ahhh. You is crazy.
Clint: Nah, I just wanted some ink. So how you feelin?
Stone: Still sore as hell man!
Manny: Well, Ya'll DID go through some shit.
Stone: Don't we always?
Clint: Good point.
Stone: Wait till Papa Z see's your tattoo.
Clint: He won't even be up by the time I get back to the hotel.
[Manny takes one last good swipe with the rag, and applies some 'tattoo goo' to the fresh ink. He then stands up, as does Clint who looks approvingly into the mirror.]
Clint: Looks sharp Manny.
Manny: Thanks.
[Clint hands Manny a small wad of money.]
Clint: Keep it all bro.
Manny: Appreciate that man, take care of it.
Clint: I will..
[Scene fades to black]
----Half an hour later.------
[Back at the hotel, Clint and Stone are laying in their beds, watching TV, with Papa in the room next to theirs. Stone has a whole pizza in his bed, as Clint is dining on three cheeseburgers, with the TV projecting music videos.]
Clint: Why is Canada so damn shitty?
Stone: That's a mystery not even Sherlock Holmes, or Blue the dog could figure out.
Clint: This is the worst Comfort Inn I've ever been to.
[Apparently, they are currently still at the Comfort Inn.]
Stone: This isn't that bad.
Clint: Yes it is.
Stone: Well it doesn't matter man, we got food, a couple wins, a tag title shot, and you got a new tattoo.
Clint: Sole Survivor is going to be a helluva night for the both of us. The tag match and then the S.S match.
Stone: They tryin' ta kill us!
Clint: Stone, we really gotta step our game up this time.
Stone: Yeah, I know.
Clint: I hope you do man...Because I want the Midnight Cowboys to be ridin a couple of wild ass horses for this night..
Stone: What you more worried about?
Clint: The tag match. That's where our fame is. We are tag team first.
Stone: Man, We got the Doomies, The New Generation and...The Un-(BLEEP)in-Touchables... This ain't exactly gonna be a D-X night if ya know what I mean..
Clint: We gotta go in their and pick every team apart. We gotta use this whole 'killer instinct' thing to our fullest advantage..Basically... We gotta follow this one simple match equation...
Stone: What it be?
Clint: If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.
Stone: What that mean?
Clint: It means we gotta keep our (BLEEP)ing heads down and run through these mother(BLEEP)ers like their ain't no tommorrow.. Cause we don't know when or if we will ever get another shot!
[With that, the scene ends.... for now..]