Post by D! on Nov 9, 2005 22:59:03 GMT -5
(Lights up. Josh Reynolds is standing backstage at NAPW, already conducting business.)
REYNOLDS: . . . question, who is Khaos? And what does he want with the NAPW? You bet your bottom dollar Joey Mal--
Reynolds clams up and stares off camera. The camera pans over to see what he sees . . . D!, with his polished title belt over his shoulder.
REYNOLDS: It's the NAPW Champion, D! But you don't have a match tonight . . . wait a minute, are you planning on--
D!: No. Relax. I'm here to enjoy the show. You said it yourself--I'm the NAPW (lip quivers) Champion, and that means I represent the NAPW, and that means each and every NAPW show I'm in the building, I'm here for the fans to see me and to let everyone in the building know I don't take nights off. And even then, I think all wrestlers are still wrestling fans, so I plan on just enjoying myself. I'm'a get some beer in a popcorn cup, popcorn in a wash tub, and kick back to watch the Decapitators kick some serious booty.
Oh! Come to think of it, I'm glad I ran into you. I've got something to say . . . about Friday Night Whyte.
REYNOLDS: Friday Night Whyte?
D!: Friday Night Whyte! I interview the best and brightest the NAPW has to offer?
REYNOLDS: Really? Who have you interviewed?
D!: Umm . . . myself. But I had a message to get out. Starting on Friday, though, it's me, another NAPW Superstar, Old Strathcona, anything goes.
And when it came to picking my first guest, I found a man who has a LOOOOOOOT to say . . .
The Plague.
D!, grinning, dances out of frame, leaving Reynolds with a look of shock. Nothing happens, so D! dances back in.
D!: Who are you anyways?
REYNOLDS: Josh Reynolds, sir. The new NAPW interviewer.
D!: After the old one went--
REYNOLDS: Crazy?
D!: Yyyyyeah. Tell you what . . . I bought this for Fleming to use, but giving it to him's a bad idea now . . . (Digs in jacket.)
REYNOLDS: What is it?
D! tosses Reynolds a small aerosol.
D!: It's mace. You're not a wrestler. You shouldn't be picked on because someone else has low self-esteem and a stupid gimmick. So you use this wisely, and whatever the hell happened to "The Mayor" won't happen to you. Capiche?
REYNOLDS: Capiche.
D!: (Grins.) How many letters?
REYNOLDS: (Grins.) One letter. Said real loud.
D!: Now you do your job, I'll do my job, and everybody's gonna have a great time on Action! (Turns to camera.) Friday Night Whyte--D! The Plague! Don't miss it!
D! snaps his fingers and walks off camera, leaving Reynolds looking at his mace can and grinning a quizzical grin.
REYNOLDS: . . . question, who is Khaos? And what does he want with the NAPW? You bet your bottom dollar Joey Mal--
Reynolds clams up and stares off camera. The camera pans over to see what he sees . . . D!, with his polished title belt over his shoulder.
REYNOLDS: It's the NAPW Champion, D! But you don't have a match tonight . . . wait a minute, are you planning on--
D!: No. Relax. I'm here to enjoy the show. You said it yourself--I'm the NAPW (lip quivers) Champion, and that means I represent the NAPW, and that means each and every NAPW show I'm in the building, I'm here for the fans to see me and to let everyone in the building know I don't take nights off. And even then, I think all wrestlers are still wrestling fans, so I plan on just enjoying myself. I'm'a get some beer in a popcorn cup, popcorn in a wash tub, and kick back to watch the Decapitators kick some serious booty.
Oh! Come to think of it, I'm glad I ran into you. I've got something to say . . . about Friday Night Whyte.
REYNOLDS: Friday Night Whyte?
D!: Friday Night Whyte! I interview the best and brightest the NAPW has to offer?
REYNOLDS: Really? Who have you interviewed?
D!: Umm . . . myself. But I had a message to get out. Starting on Friday, though, it's me, another NAPW Superstar, Old Strathcona, anything goes.
And when it came to picking my first guest, I found a man who has a LOOOOOOOT to say . . .
The Plague.
D!, grinning, dances out of frame, leaving Reynolds with a look of shock. Nothing happens, so D! dances back in.
D!: Who are you anyways?
REYNOLDS: Josh Reynolds, sir. The new NAPW interviewer.
D!: After the old one went--
REYNOLDS: Crazy?
D!: Yyyyyeah. Tell you what . . . I bought this for Fleming to use, but giving it to him's a bad idea now . . . (Digs in jacket.)
REYNOLDS: What is it?
D! tosses Reynolds a small aerosol.
D!: It's mace. You're not a wrestler. You shouldn't be picked on because someone else has low self-esteem and a stupid gimmick. So you use this wisely, and whatever the hell happened to "The Mayor" won't happen to you. Capiche?
REYNOLDS: Capiche.
D!: (Grins.) How many letters?
REYNOLDS: (Grins.) One letter. Said real loud.
D!: Now you do your job, I'll do my job, and everybody's gonna have a great time on Action! (Turns to camera.) Friday Night Whyte--D! The Plague! Don't miss it!
D! snaps his fingers and walks off camera, leaving Reynolds looking at his mace can and grinning a quizzical grin.