Post by Lord Dominicus on Feb 27, 2010 2:04:53 GMT -6
*We open today in the main room of Nelly Angel’s apartment for one (plus two). He is sitting with his brother, Randy Angel, at the dinner table eating breakfast. Off camera we can here the clicking and mutterings of someone deep in WoW, apparently Nelly is letting Mr. Happy have the computer again. Nelly is quietly munching on cereal (Lucky Charms: they’re magically delicious) as he looks over at his brother, who’s actually up in the morning despite the implied late night his face and demeanor presents. Randy, of course the bastion of fine health and eating is enjoying a breakfast of Slim Jims. The two munch away in silence before Nelly finally talks.*
Nelly: So, um, I have something I wanted to talk to you about.
*Randy decides not to respond.*
Nelly: Oh come on man; is this because of the promo about not wanting to win the Honor Championship?
*The question is met with a grunt.*
Nelly: Listen, I think you’re misinterpreting what I’m saying. I didn’t say that I am actively against winning, I just said that I’d try just as hard if there wasn’t a title on the line.
*Randy belches.*
Nelly: Well, fine, you don’t need to talk.
*There’s a silence as Randy opens another Slim Jim and Nelly crunches on another spoonful of grain and marshmallows.*
Nelly: I think if I lose on Sunday I’m going to ask Chris Diamond to remove me from the Honor division.
*With that off of his chest, Nelly returns to eating his breakfast. Randy, however, stops and looks up.*
Randy: Why?
*Nelly finishes chewing, swallows, and replies.*
Nelly: Because I don’t think it fits me very well. I mean, let’s look at the facts here Rand.
Randy: I’m listening.
Nelly: First of all, the Honor Division is based on a style that I find to be interesting; however, its methods are extremely oppressive. I mean, I can understand that A-Train thinks he’s bringing something to this sport in order to improve it, but I don’t agree. He always talks about how the Era of Xtreme is over. But Rand, I come from the land of Xtreme. Why would I ever turn my back on what gave me everything I had? Sometimes when he goes on his long-winded self-serving promos about how much better his Honor thing is than Xtreme….well, it makes it hard to look at him in the face as my friend. This new division just isn’t for me. I may have come in at the tail of things wrestling-wise, but that doesn’t change who I am. When A-Train insults Xtreme, he slaps me in the face, and then he gets mad when I want him to open his mind a little more to this idea he’s shut out.
Randy: Sounds to me like two sides of the same coin.
Nelly: Maybe, but I dunno man. Like, I think that we can work together, to make a better title. But A-Train is so closed-minded.
Randy: Well, what would you do if you won on Sunday?
Nelly: Hmmm, I guess I’d try to change the title again. Make it like both Honor and Xtreme. Heck, maybe I’d try to get Mr. Fox to make it one of those spinner belts. Then there’d be like an arrow on it, and one side would be Honor, one side would be Xtreme, and whenever I had a challenge, I could spin the belt to decide the rules of it. That’d be kinda fun, right?
Randy: I suppose.
Nelly: Yeah, it’d be cool then because to really be able to handle the belt, you’d have to be able to change your style at the drop of a hat. That’s the real Xtreme. That’s the Xtreme I know- Not A-Train’s mixed-up NCW definition of Xtreme. I am Xtreme, I will wrestle in any match I’m put into, with any rules, and do my best.
*We pause as Randy Angel lets this sink into his likely throbbing hung-over head.*
Randy: This seems oddly planned out.
Nelly: Well, you know, you gotta prepare for everything.
Randy: Then why don’t you stick to your guns on this one and keep at it if you lose?
*Nelly sighs.*
Nelly: Well, that’s where the second part of this comes in. See, I don’t belong in this division, not because I’m Xtreme, but….because I’m not honorable. You know, people forget so quickly, but I have been known to pull out some questionable tactics.
Randy: One time Nell, one time.
Nelly: Yeah, I know, but that one time will stick with me forever, and probably with Ace too. Did I do my best? Yeah. Did the fans get what they wanted? Ace tapping out, certainly. But, at what cost? I couldn’t do it straight up, so I snuck in a little metal to help my cause. This title isn’t for me. You can think I’m this great guy and all, but at the end of the day, I’m just as vindictive as the next guy. And so, even though I just wanna go out and have a good game, I don’t think I actually can wrestle for this division. And honestly, I challenge anyone to prove that they belong in it.
*He shrugs.*
Nelly: But A-Train thinks he’s doing the right thing. And I know, I know what it’s like to be a man on a mission. There’s no way to convince him that maybe he’s being short-sighted, that maybe he’s alienating his friends, that maybe he’s not starting a new era but just a new error. Well, there’s only one way he’ll learn, just like I learned from the Revolution. Either way, I don’t think this division is for me. Well, unless I can change it to something more inclusive. We’ll see though which side of the coin is face up in the middle of the ring on Sunday.
Randy: Nelly, you’re forgetting about Ricky Johnson.
Nelly: Oh yeah. So I guess it won’t be a coin-toss at all.
Randy: Well, maybe not, maybe. I dunno. I’ve been trying to study this Ricky guy, and from what I’ve been able to tell, he’s of the Joe Everyman variety.
Nelly: The what?
Randy: See, he’s one of these guys whose matches have impeccable timing. Ricky, like Joe, catches wrestlers when they’re tired, or off guard, and then pulls out a victory that gets him a lucky accolade. This match actually is perfect for him, because right now you and Atreyu aren’t exactly meeting eye-to-eye on this whole Honor system BS and this might cause friction that Ricky can capitalize on.
Nelly: I dunno, Ricky has won several titles, which I know doesn’t mean much to me, but it does show at least he’s an active compeditor.
Randy: Pfft, active is hardly a word I’d use for Ricky. He’s in and out more than I am with that hoo- er, girlfriend I had over last weekend. The guy pops in, gets a good match, gets lucky, and then goes back underground. He’s a classic Everyman-type.
Nelly: Hmmm.
Randy: But don’t worry about it sport, I’ve got faith in ya kid to go out there and change that belt for the good. Atreyu and Ricky Johnson, well, they’ll just be some more ants on the floor.
*Pause for that last line to sink in.*
Nelly: ….Wait, what?
*Both Nelly and Randy look down, sure enough, the floor is covered in ants.*
Nelly: Aww crap, Mr. Happy, did you leave your chocolate lying around on the floor again?
*A “Sorry” is heard off camera as Randy starts to freak out and stand on his chair and Nelly ponders what to do next. We then fade out.*
Nelly: So, um, I have something I wanted to talk to you about.
*Randy decides not to respond.*
Nelly: Oh come on man; is this because of the promo about not wanting to win the Honor Championship?
*The question is met with a grunt.*
Nelly: Listen, I think you’re misinterpreting what I’m saying. I didn’t say that I am actively against winning, I just said that I’d try just as hard if there wasn’t a title on the line.
*Randy belches.*
Nelly: Well, fine, you don’t need to talk.
*There’s a silence as Randy opens another Slim Jim and Nelly crunches on another spoonful of grain and marshmallows.*
Nelly: I think if I lose on Sunday I’m going to ask Chris Diamond to remove me from the Honor division.
*With that off of his chest, Nelly returns to eating his breakfast. Randy, however, stops and looks up.*
Randy: Why?
*Nelly finishes chewing, swallows, and replies.*
Nelly: Because I don’t think it fits me very well. I mean, let’s look at the facts here Rand.
Randy: I’m listening.
Nelly: First of all, the Honor Division is based on a style that I find to be interesting; however, its methods are extremely oppressive. I mean, I can understand that A-Train thinks he’s bringing something to this sport in order to improve it, but I don’t agree. He always talks about how the Era of Xtreme is over. But Rand, I come from the land of Xtreme. Why would I ever turn my back on what gave me everything I had? Sometimes when he goes on his long-winded self-serving promos about how much better his Honor thing is than Xtreme….well, it makes it hard to look at him in the face as my friend. This new division just isn’t for me. I may have come in at the tail of things wrestling-wise, but that doesn’t change who I am. When A-Train insults Xtreme, he slaps me in the face, and then he gets mad when I want him to open his mind a little more to this idea he’s shut out.
Randy: Sounds to me like two sides of the same coin.
Nelly: Maybe, but I dunno man. Like, I think that we can work together, to make a better title. But A-Train is so closed-minded.
Randy: Well, what would you do if you won on Sunday?
Nelly: Hmmm, I guess I’d try to change the title again. Make it like both Honor and Xtreme. Heck, maybe I’d try to get Mr. Fox to make it one of those spinner belts. Then there’d be like an arrow on it, and one side would be Honor, one side would be Xtreme, and whenever I had a challenge, I could spin the belt to decide the rules of it. That’d be kinda fun, right?
Randy: I suppose.
Nelly: Yeah, it’d be cool then because to really be able to handle the belt, you’d have to be able to change your style at the drop of a hat. That’s the real Xtreme. That’s the Xtreme I know- Not A-Train’s mixed-up NCW definition of Xtreme. I am Xtreme, I will wrestle in any match I’m put into, with any rules, and do my best.
*We pause as Randy Angel lets this sink into his likely throbbing hung-over head.*
Randy: This seems oddly planned out.
Nelly: Well, you know, you gotta prepare for everything.
Randy: Then why don’t you stick to your guns on this one and keep at it if you lose?
*Nelly sighs.*
Nelly: Well, that’s where the second part of this comes in. See, I don’t belong in this division, not because I’m Xtreme, but….because I’m not honorable. You know, people forget so quickly, but I have been known to pull out some questionable tactics.
Randy: One time Nell, one time.
Nelly: Yeah, I know, but that one time will stick with me forever, and probably with Ace too. Did I do my best? Yeah. Did the fans get what they wanted? Ace tapping out, certainly. But, at what cost? I couldn’t do it straight up, so I snuck in a little metal to help my cause. This title isn’t for me. You can think I’m this great guy and all, but at the end of the day, I’m just as vindictive as the next guy. And so, even though I just wanna go out and have a good game, I don’t think I actually can wrestle for this division. And honestly, I challenge anyone to prove that they belong in it.
*He shrugs.*
Nelly: But A-Train thinks he’s doing the right thing. And I know, I know what it’s like to be a man on a mission. There’s no way to convince him that maybe he’s being short-sighted, that maybe he’s alienating his friends, that maybe he’s not starting a new era but just a new error. Well, there’s only one way he’ll learn, just like I learned from the Revolution. Either way, I don’t think this division is for me. Well, unless I can change it to something more inclusive. We’ll see though which side of the coin is face up in the middle of the ring on Sunday.
Randy: Nelly, you’re forgetting about Ricky Johnson.
Nelly: Oh yeah. So I guess it won’t be a coin-toss at all.
Randy: Well, maybe not, maybe. I dunno. I’ve been trying to study this Ricky guy, and from what I’ve been able to tell, he’s of the Joe Everyman variety.
Nelly: The what?
Randy: See, he’s one of these guys whose matches have impeccable timing. Ricky, like Joe, catches wrestlers when they’re tired, or off guard, and then pulls out a victory that gets him a lucky accolade. This match actually is perfect for him, because right now you and Atreyu aren’t exactly meeting eye-to-eye on this whole Honor system BS and this might cause friction that Ricky can capitalize on.
Nelly: I dunno, Ricky has won several titles, which I know doesn’t mean much to me, but it does show at least he’s an active compeditor.
Randy: Pfft, active is hardly a word I’d use for Ricky. He’s in and out more than I am with that hoo- er, girlfriend I had over last weekend. The guy pops in, gets a good match, gets lucky, and then goes back underground. He’s a classic Everyman-type.
Nelly: Hmmm.
Randy: But don’t worry about it sport, I’ve got faith in ya kid to go out there and change that belt for the good. Atreyu and Ricky Johnson, well, they’ll just be some more ants on the floor.
*Pause for that last line to sink in.*
Nelly: ….Wait, what?
*Both Nelly and Randy look down, sure enough, the floor is covered in ants.*
Nelly: Aww crap, Mr. Happy, did you leave your chocolate lying around on the floor again?
*A “Sorry” is heard off camera as Randy starts to freak out and stand on his chair and Nelly ponders what to do next. We then fade out.*