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Post by Scott [NAPW Staff] on Dec 18, 2005 14:14:51 GMT -5
(Lights up. We’re back in the Dudes’ apartment. Cam, Mike and The Immortal all walk in amidst the Christmas mess. The Immortal glances around as Cam and Mike plop down into their lawn chairs, then Cam turns on the PS2 with his toe.)
Immortal: Uh… nice place?
Mike: Well, it doesn’t have a wide-screen TV, but it’s a place to crash.
(Immortal steps on over to the kitchen table where the two NAPW Tag Team Titles lie, surprisingly reverently, next to a Jack "Attack" Jones bobble-head and a Chris Casino action figure. He picks one of them up and runs a hand over it, then puts it back down.)
Immortal: So! I’ve been keeping up on NAPW.com and it seems our two opponents haven’t even spoken to one another yet.
Mike: (Glances over, quizzically.) Seriously? Not even, like, over the phone?
Immortal: No. From what I’ve seen Rex Caliber’s been too busy wasting money at the mall and the Beast has been nursing his comatose partner…
Mike: Stylin’ Kyle’s injured?
Immortal: Some kind of concussion.
Cam: That’s terrible! First Coach Jago, and now Little Red? The Beast can’t carry a tag title match by himself! Kyle was the one who carried their matches!
Immortal: Well I guess we’ll see how well he wrestles without Kyle this Monday, seeing as Kyle’s in the hospital.
(Cam and Mike exchange a look.)
Immortal: What?
Cam: Do you honestly expect that Kyle’s really injured?
Mike: Seriously, he’ll appear half-way through our match on Monday, just when the ref’s been knocked out, and try and take me or you out with a steel chair. Probably me, actually, as I imagine they’ll want to try and cripple our team prior to our title defense.
Immortal: I suppose that’s probable.
Cam: As it happens, we have a plan of our own.
Immortal: (Stunned.) You? Have a PLAN? You!?
Mike: To be fair, Tiffany came up with it.
Immortal: That also seems more probable. Care to fill me in?
Cam: We promised Tiffany we'd tell no one. She's worried someone might let it slip to Rex Caliber. For some reason she expects him to be a tougher opponent than Bruce.
Mike: Something about how the Beast is the weaker half of Naidex.
Immortal: I pray you never tell him that to his face. No, really, don't do it.
Mike: Seriously, though, how do Rex and Beast intend to wrestle together if they haven’t even spoken to one another?
Immortal: Probably, they expect their massive egos will carry them through the match. Most likely, Rex Caliber will tell the Beast to stay out of the ring and let him wrestle.
Mike: I can guess what the Beast’s reply would be. (Mimes a big boot.) “Size Twelve!”
Immortal: Come to think of it, how do WE expect to wrestle together? All we've done this week is fool around! We’ve never even been in the ring at the same time before. At least Rex and Beast have wrestled each other.
Mike: I have the solution.
Immortal: You’ll forgive me if I’m sceptical?
Mike: EA Sports! They just came out with No Limits Championship Wrestling 2006! Cam and I made the two of us in their create-a-mode, and we threw you in as well.
Immortal: Really? Well pass a controller over!
Mike: Let’s do an exhibition match.
Cam: But we’ve got a season of GM Mode going!
Immortal: Can I play as Dillon Durst? He’s wicked!
(The trio begin playing NLCW 2006, as we fade to black.)
(Immortal used with permission. NLCW used without permission, but they probably don’t mind.)
Immortal: Uh… nice place?
Mike: Well, it doesn’t have a wide-screen TV, but it’s a place to crash.
(Immortal steps on over to the kitchen table where the two NAPW Tag Team Titles lie, surprisingly reverently, next to a Jack "Attack" Jones bobble-head and a Chris Casino action figure. He picks one of them up and runs a hand over it, then puts it back down.)
Immortal: So! I’ve been keeping up on NAPW.com and it seems our two opponents haven’t even spoken to one another yet.
Mike: (Glances over, quizzically.) Seriously? Not even, like, over the phone?
Immortal: No. From what I’ve seen Rex Caliber’s been too busy wasting money at the mall and the Beast has been nursing his comatose partner…
Mike: Stylin’ Kyle’s injured?
Immortal: Some kind of concussion.
Cam: That’s terrible! First Coach Jago, and now Little Red? The Beast can’t carry a tag title match by himself! Kyle was the one who carried their matches!
Immortal: Well I guess we’ll see how well he wrestles without Kyle this Monday, seeing as Kyle’s in the hospital.
(Cam and Mike exchange a look.)
Immortal: What?
Cam: Do you honestly expect that Kyle’s really injured?
Mike: Seriously, he’ll appear half-way through our match on Monday, just when the ref’s been knocked out, and try and take me or you out with a steel chair. Probably me, actually, as I imagine they’ll want to try and cripple our team prior to our title defense.
Immortal: I suppose that’s probable.
Cam: As it happens, we have a plan of our own.
Immortal: (Stunned.) You? Have a PLAN? You!?
Mike: To be fair, Tiffany came up with it.
Immortal: That also seems more probable. Care to fill me in?
Cam: We promised Tiffany we'd tell no one. She's worried someone might let it slip to Rex Caliber. For some reason she expects him to be a tougher opponent than Bruce.
Mike: Something about how the Beast is the weaker half of Naidex.
Immortal: I pray you never tell him that to his face. No, really, don't do it.
Mike: Seriously, though, how do Rex and Beast intend to wrestle together if they haven’t even spoken to one another?
Immortal: Probably, they expect their massive egos will carry them through the match. Most likely, Rex Caliber will tell the Beast to stay out of the ring and let him wrestle.
Mike: I can guess what the Beast’s reply would be. (Mimes a big boot.) “Size Twelve!”
Immortal: Come to think of it, how do WE expect to wrestle together? All we've done this week is fool around! We’ve never even been in the ring at the same time before. At least Rex and Beast have wrestled each other.
Mike: I have the solution.
Immortal: You’ll forgive me if I’m sceptical?
Mike: EA Sports! They just came out with No Limits Championship Wrestling 2006! Cam and I made the two of us in their create-a-mode, and we threw you in as well.
Immortal: Really? Well pass a controller over!
Mike: Let’s do an exhibition match.
Cam: But we’ve got a season of GM Mode going!
Immortal: Can I play as Dillon Durst? He’s wicked!
(The trio begin playing NLCW 2006, as we fade to black.)
(Immortal used with permission. NLCW used without permission, but they probably don’t mind.)