Post by Night Crawler on Jan 16, 2010 3:21:28 GMT -5
The scene opens to the annals fo the REW arena, where the wrestler's make their home. It bumps up and down as the camerman continues his trot down the hallway, before making a slow stop and a 90 degree turn, in front of the door. The words 'NIGHT CRAWLER AND CO' are written across Patridge's old locker room star. The camera man slowly opens the door and peers through, eavesdropping on NightCrawler and Funshine in the middle of a conversation...
NC: Nah dude, it doesn't matter what her face looks like while your junk is in her mouth...
Funshine: Yea, so...I definitely asked what you planned on doing about this summons from the commissioner, not about your mother.
NC's face goes blank, his self esteem now completely shattered.
Lionheart: BURN!!!
Cheer Bear comes running into the room...
Cheer Bear: Is everything okay? I thought I saw smoke!
Get it? From the burn...?
Funshine: But in all seriousness, you need to get this taken care of. You've been losing long tracks of time, randomly blacking out, and your performance has suffered.
NC: Yea, but it doesn't matter what her fa...
Funshine smacks NC across the face.
Funshine: SNAP OUT OF IT!!! We had to pull a lot of strings to get them to sign you without a drug test. This shit won't fly forever. You've already skipped a card, totally bailed before Christmas, and the yet ANOTHER fed has begun to brush you aside.
NC: Yea, but I'm honorary commissioner! I can do whatever the hell I want, right?
Funshine:...that was supposed to be over a month ago. Remember? Methadone Clinic...?
NC: Nope.
*face palm*
Funshine: BE THAT AS IT MAY...we've got a letter from the commissioner, it appears he or she wants to have a talk with you.
NC: Wait...you mean you don't know who it is? What the fuck do I pay you for?
Funshine: Okay, A...you don't pay me. And B, no. It's like a flippin' revolving door around here. And they didn't deem it necessary to sign their name, so we're just going to have to go talk to them.
NC: IT'S A TRAP!
Funshine:...
NC:...what? It might be a trap! Goldenboy has been after me for like, 9 years now. What if he thinks he's finally got his chance?!
Funshine: I'm not going to validate that with a response. Now get your pants on...
And so he does, and the two trot out of the locker room, totally oblivious to the camera now stalking behind them as they make their way to the commissioners office upstairs.
Its only a few moments between the two are standing in front of the door, camera still at their backs...
NC: You sure this is a good idea?
Funshine rolls his eyes and holds up the letter...
NC: If Goldenboy is in there, I'm pawning you...
The former leg-end takes a big gulp, and begins to knock on the door...
Will he get an answer?
TBC?
NC: Nah dude, it doesn't matter what her face looks like while your junk is in her mouth...
Funshine: Yea, so...I definitely asked what you planned on doing about this summons from the commissioner, not about your mother.
NC's face goes blank, his self esteem now completely shattered.
Lionheart: BURN!!!
Cheer Bear comes running into the room...
Cheer Bear: Is everything okay? I thought I saw smoke!
Get it? From the burn...?
Funshine: But in all seriousness, you need to get this taken care of. You've been losing long tracks of time, randomly blacking out, and your performance has suffered.
NC: Yea, but it doesn't matter what her fa...
Funshine smacks NC across the face.
Funshine: SNAP OUT OF IT!!! We had to pull a lot of strings to get them to sign you without a drug test. This shit won't fly forever. You've already skipped a card, totally bailed before Christmas, and the yet ANOTHER fed has begun to brush you aside.
NC: Yea, but I'm honorary commissioner! I can do whatever the hell I want, right?
Funshine:...that was supposed to be over a month ago. Remember? Methadone Clinic...?
NC: Nope.
*face palm*
Funshine: BE THAT AS IT MAY...we've got a letter from the commissioner, it appears he or she wants to have a talk with you.
NC: Wait...you mean you don't know who it is? What the fuck do I pay you for?
Funshine: Okay, A...you don't pay me. And B, no. It's like a flippin' revolving door around here. And they didn't deem it necessary to sign their name, so we're just going to have to go talk to them.
NC: IT'S A TRAP!
Funshine:...
NC:...what? It might be a trap! Goldenboy has been after me for like, 9 years now. What if he thinks he's finally got his chance?!
Funshine: I'm not going to validate that with a response. Now get your pants on...
And so he does, and the two trot out of the locker room, totally oblivious to the camera now stalking behind them as they make their way to the commissioners office upstairs.
Its only a few moments between the two are standing in front of the door, camera still at their backs...
NC: You sure this is a good idea?
Funshine rolls his eyes and holds up the letter...
NC: If Goldenboy is in there, I'm pawning you...
The former leg-end takes a big gulp, and begins to knock on the door...
Will he get an answer?
TBC?