Post by Static on Jan 8, 2006 21:18:39 GMT -5
(Hmm mmm mmm mmm. When you're one of professional wrestling's greatest masterminds, you've got every good reason to walk to your apartment in the cold, cold Edmonton night, humming a merry tune. That's Static on your television screen, his mask obscured by the "MGB" toque he's got on, carrying a sack of groceries under his left arm. As he turns the key to get into his building, his right arm is suddenly grabbed and he whirls around. Had the grabber been anyone but a very flustered Bill Fleming and had the grabbee been anyone but Static, the Edmonton public service may have had to come out here to clean up a pretty big mess of blood. Instead, Static just grins. Pretty contradictive of a guy who told Rex Caliber just one night prior that he didn't even want to SEE the Mayor...)
BILL FLEMING: STATIC! Static, where have you been, I've been looking all over for you! Static, where's Rex, I need to speak with him!
STATIC: (putting down the groceries) Ah... haha. Fleming. What a pleasant surprise.
BILL FLEMING: Static, where's Rex. I need to talk to him, I need to explain everything... from Action, from everything... ever since Black Thursday, I just...
STATIC: (very calm voice) Rex... hmm. Well, you're a little late, Bill. Earlier today, he flew into Pittsburgh for his other match. Oh, he kept on saying your name... "(BLEEP) that Bill Fleming, I'm going to kill him the next time I see him! I can't even wait until Monday Night Fights, I want him now! Ravager got a match, why can't I!" That sort of thing.
(Bill lets out a horrified shriek. Static puts his arm around his shoulder, Bill looks at it, shaky.)
BILL FLEMING: Static... are you still mad at me? About... y'know, the Ravager match. I mean, Static, I didn't MEAN it--
STATIC: Shh... Bill, that's all in the past. It's okay, man. I didn't get into professional wrestling because I was a perfectionist. Accidents happen. You and I, Bill... we are all-right.
BILL FLEMING: (uneasy laughter) Good, man... good. Oh, Static... call me "the Mayor," would you?
STATIC: Oh, right. Of course. The Mayor.
BILL FLEMING: So, um... Monday Night Fights. D-X, for the Tag Titles. They're saying that they don't even respect you.
STATIC: The Mayor, look. You and I, we're both from the same team, the James Madison squad. We're puny, we're small, we can't do anything. Point blank, the respect of Stylin' Kyle and his mouth aren't what I need. I need to be kicking that mouth closed and hoisting those tag belts above by head. Above our heads.
BILL FLEMING: Ha... yeah. We're in it together, man. James Madison... right.
STATIC: That's right! Together. Speaking of togetherness, Rex wanted to chat with both of us on Monday Night. The whole team, the whole Crimes faction. He just wanted to get all on the same page, y'know?
(Huh. Thought that was Static that wanted that meeting.)
BILL FLEMING: Ah... great idea. Rex is a genius! Not as much as you are, Static. Well, you're equal.
STATIC: (laughs) Right. Say, it's cuisine night at the Crimes mansion. Ramen. You in?
BILL FLEMING: You know it, Static. Together.
(Fade out.)
BILL FLEMING: STATIC! Static, where have you been, I've been looking all over for you! Static, where's Rex, I need to speak with him!
STATIC: (putting down the groceries) Ah... haha. Fleming. What a pleasant surprise.
BILL FLEMING: Static, where's Rex. I need to talk to him, I need to explain everything... from Action, from everything... ever since Black Thursday, I just...
STATIC: (very calm voice) Rex... hmm. Well, you're a little late, Bill. Earlier today, he flew into Pittsburgh for his other match. Oh, he kept on saying your name... "(BLEEP) that Bill Fleming, I'm going to kill him the next time I see him! I can't even wait until Monday Night Fights, I want him now! Ravager got a match, why can't I!" That sort of thing.
(Bill lets out a horrified shriek. Static puts his arm around his shoulder, Bill looks at it, shaky.)
BILL FLEMING: Static... are you still mad at me? About... y'know, the Ravager match. I mean, Static, I didn't MEAN it--
STATIC: Shh... Bill, that's all in the past. It's okay, man. I didn't get into professional wrestling because I was a perfectionist. Accidents happen. You and I, Bill... we are all-right.
BILL FLEMING: (uneasy laughter) Good, man... good. Oh, Static... call me "the Mayor," would you?
STATIC: Oh, right. Of course. The Mayor.
BILL FLEMING: So, um... Monday Night Fights. D-X, for the Tag Titles. They're saying that they don't even respect you.
STATIC: The Mayor, look. You and I, we're both from the same team, the James Madison squad. We're puny, we're small, we can't do anything. Point blank, the respect of Stylin' Kyle and his mouth aren't what I need. I need to be kicking that mouth closed and hoisting those tag belts above by head. Above our heads.
BILL FLEMING: Ha... yeah. We're in it together, man. James Madison... right.
STATIC: That's right! Together. Speaking of togetherness, Rex wanted to chat with both of us on Monday Night. The whole team, the whole Crimes faction. He just wanted to get all on the same page, y'know?
(Huh. Thought that was Static that wanted that meeting.)
BILL FLEMING: Ah... great idea. Rex is a genius! Not as much as you are, Static. Well, you're equal.
STATIC: (laughs) Right. Say, it's cuisine night at the Crimes mansion. Ramen. You in?
BILL FLEMING: You know it, Static. Together.
(Fade out.)