Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 25, 2007 12:47:25 GMT -5
[The scene opens with all three members of The Midnight Cowboys, Stone, Clint and Papa Z returning to one of their hotel rooms at the Comfort Inn in Toronto. I know, they shouldn't spend so much money when they're on an NAPW wage packet - but hey, if you've heard Clint snore you'd want your own room too]
[The old man is back in a peach leisure suit after being stuck wearing that gown for a couple of days. Clint is wearing a goldenrod 'As Cruel As School Children' tee and jeans, with an afro pick sticking out from his 'fro in a respectable manner. And Stone, well he's wearing flared jeans and a brown 'Led Zeppelin' tee shirt. What? It's washday and an ex bought him for him. Dumb bitch]
Clint:
Here we go Pops, and there's a bottle of Mad Dog just waiting for ya.
Papa Z:
Peaches -- and -- cream?
Stone:
Damn straight.
Papa Z:
You -- boys are -- the...
[Papa Z exhales deeply. Not quite a wheeze but close]
Papa Z:
Best --sons I -- ah -- screw -- it.
[And he walks over to the bedside table and picks up the seventy-five centilitre bottle of Peaches & Cream MD 20/20]
Clint: *to Stone*
You know, I haven't seen Rosie around lately. Are you two okay?
Stone: *to Clint*
Nah, bro, I dumped the bitch ... Pops, you ready for Sole Survivor? We need you in our corner.
Papa Z:
I -- am.
Stone:
I made you a new sign, too. "My sonz gots skillz" - classy and - of course - loaded, man!
Clint:
I thought we were gonna do this one cleanly.
Stone:
We are, but we don't make decisions for Pops.
Clint:
Look, bro, we need to prove the naysayers wrong. It doesn't count if we fight clean but our manager cheats - that's still us cheatin'!
[Pause]
Stone:
Don't be pedantic.
Clint:
Man, you've been reading word-of-the-day calendars again, haven't ya?
[Pause]
Stone:
That's not the point, bro. I know I agreed to fight clean, an' I have ev'ry intention of doin' just that - but winners always have back up plans ... You really think Krenshov and O'Brien are only gonna cheat once? Nah, man, they've got six or seven plans up their sleeves. Hell, Next Generation - they've probably got a plan other then get splattered 'round the ring. An' you know - an' I know - The DOOMriders are thinkin' of ways to keep our titles!
Clint:
I know all of that, man, but...
Stone:
But what? We're better wrestlers? Sounder technicians in that squared circle?
Clint:
(BLEEP) yeah!
Papa Z:
(BLEEP) -- yeah!
[Another pause as Papa Z takes a deep swig of Mad Dog. Stone looks impressed that all three men are on the same page after all]
Clint:
So when I say we can do this cleanly, and we don't need Pops to have a loaded sign ... You believe me, right?
Stone:
Sure, bro. I gots your back.
Clint:
And in the Sole Survivor match?
[Stone averts his eyes]
Stone:
Sure, bro.
Clint:
Look at me when you say that, man.
[Stone looks up at his older half-brother. Well down actually, Stone is slightly taller (not including the 'fro) - but Clint has the hundred pound weight advantage]
Clint:
We got each others back in the Sole Survivor match?
Stone:
You got mine?
Clint:
Course I got yours, man.
Stone:
Really? Not, "every man for themselves, Stone" or "I'm going to win it, man"...
Clint:
Well I am gonna win it. But that's no reason not to help each other. Even if we draw one and two, we take out number three. Number four. All the way through to thirty before we duke it out.
Stone:
I can dig that.
Clint:
And if you're in trouble when I enter - I'll help you out, man.
Stone:
An' if you're in trouble when I enter, I'--
[Clint interrupts]
Clint:
Man, I ain't gonna be in trouble. I'm "The Bull" now. There isn't anyone in Sole Survivor who can take me out ... Hey, Pops, any more Mad Dog in that drawer?
Papa Z:
Sour -- Apple -- or -- Purple -- Rain.
Clint:
Pass the 'Purple Rain' over. Come on, bro, we've gonna start these celebrations early.
Stone:
Sure thing...
Clint:
To tag team gold - and my upcoming NAPW Championship match!
Stone:
To tag team gold - and my upcoming NAPW Championship match!
Papa Z:
To -- tag -- cheers!
[The three men clink their teeny tiny bottles of MD 20/20 as the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black. But one can't help but notice the devious look in Stone's eyes as well as the confidence overflowing in Clint right now. But what do you expect, they're finally a step up from facing The Foundation]
[The old man is back in a peach leisure suit after being stuck wearing that gown for a couple of days. Clint is wearing a goldenrod 'As Cruel As School Children' tee and jeans, with an afro pick sticking out from his 'fro in a respectable manner. And Stone, well he's wearing flared jeans and a brown 'Led Zeppelin' tee shirt. What? It's washday and an ex bought him for him. Dumb bitch]
Clint:
Here we go Pops, and there's a bottle of Mad Dog just waiting for ya.
Papa Z:
Peaches -- and -- cream?
Stone:
Damn straight.
Papa Z:
You -- boys are -- the...
[Papa Z exhales deeply. Not quite a wheeze but close]
Papa Z:
Best --sons I -- ah -- screw -- it.
[And he walks over to the bedside table and picks up the seventy-five centilitre bottle of Peaches & Cream MD 20/20]
Clint: *to Stone*
You know, I haven't seen Rosie around lately. Are you two okay?
Stone: *to Clint*
Nah, bro, I dumped the bitch ... Pops, you ready for Sole Survivor? We need you in our corner.
Papa Z:
I -- am.
Stone:
I made you a new sign, too. "My sonz gots skillz" - classy and - of course - loaded, man!
Clint:
I thought we were gonna do this one cleanly.
Stone:
We are, but we don't make decisions for Pops.
Clint:
Look, bro, we need to prove the naysayers wrong. It doesn't count if we fight clean but our manager cheats - that's still us cheatin'!
[Pause]
Stone:
Don't be pedantic.
Clint:
Man, you've been reading word-of-the-day calendars again, haven't ya?
[Pause]
Stone:
That's not the point, bro. I know I agreed to fight clean, an' I have ev'ry intention of doin' just that - but winners always have back up plans ... You really think Krenshov and O'Brien are only gonna cheat once? Nah, man, they've got six or seven plans up their sleeves. Hell, Next Generation - they've probably got a plan other then get splattered 'round the ring. An' you know - an' I know - The DOOMriders are thinkin' of ways to keep our titles!
Clint:
I know all of that, man, but...
Stone:
But what? We're better wrestlers? Sounder technicians in that squared circle?
Clint:
(BLEEP) yeah!
Papa Z:
(BLEEP) -- yeah!
[Another pause as Papa Z takes a deep swig of Mad Dog. Stone looks impressed that all three men are on the same page after all]
Clint:
So when I say we can do this cleanly, and we don't need Pops to have a loaded sign ... You believe me, right?
Stone:
Sure, bro. I gots your back.
Clint:
And in the Sole Survivor match?
[Stone averts his eyes]
Stone:
Sure, bro.
Clint:
Look at me when you say that, man.
[Stone looks up at his older half-brother. Well down actually, Stone is slightly taller (not including the 'fro) - but Clint has the hundred pound weight advantage]
Clint:
We got each others back in the Sole Survivor match?
Stone:
You got mine?
Clint:
Course I got yours, man.
Stone:
Really? Not, "every man for themselves, Stone" or "I'm going to win it, man"...
Clint:
Well I am gonna win it. But that's no reason not to help each other. Even if we draw one and two, we take out number three. Number four. All the way through to thirty before we duke it out.
Stone:
I can dig that.
Clint:
And if you're in trouble when I enter - I'll help you out, man.
Stone:
An' if you're in trouble when I enter, I'--
[Clint interrupts]
Clint:
Man, I ain't gonna be in trouble. I'm "The Bull" now. There isn't anyone in Sole Survivor who can take me out ... Hey, Pops, any more Mad Dog in that drawer?
Papa Z:
Sour -- Apple -- or -- Purple -- Rain.
Clint:
Pass the 'Purple Rain' over. Come on, bro, we've gonna start these celebrations early.
Stone:
Sure thing...
Clint:
To tag team gold - and my upcoming NAPW Championship match!
Stone:
To tag team gold - and my upcoming NAPW Championship match!
Papa Z:
To -- tag -- cheers!
[The three men clink their teeny tiny bottles of MD 20/20 as the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black. But one can't help but notice the devious look in Stone's eyes as well as the confidence overflowing in Clint right now. But what do you expect, they're finally a step up from facing The Foundation]