Post by Jayson Matthews on Jun 6, 2010 3:45:52 GMT -6
“Crap, he saw us!.”
Jayson Matthews pulls the binoculars down from his face and curses under his breath.
“No way…..”
The camera pans out to show Johnny dressed as a fireman and Jayson dressed as Abraham Lincoln, hiding behind a bush in front of Adam Knites hotel room. As he shakes his head no, one side of the chin strap beard starts to fall off.
“…these costumes are the best of the best. We’re practically invisible.”
Jayson picks up the hat, wipes his brow and then puts the hat back on.
“That’s a relief. But what about Kelly? She’s in there playing naked bongos with Adam! If Steve finds out about this he is going to flip a nut.”
Johnny nods his head and tugs on his beard as he thinks.
“Well I guess were going to have to figure out a different way to get her back then. Now, know this is going to be hard for you but I’m going to need you to think. Is that going to be too hard for you?”
Johnny looks up at Jayson who just stares off into space for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.
“Do what now?”
Johnny sighs.
“Nevermind.”
Johnny starts scanning through his cell phone for any sort of idea. It grows silent for a few moments before Jayson breaks the silence.
“Do you think they know Batman?”
“What?”
“Our opponents. The Gotham Platinum Club. Do you think they know Batman?”
Johnny sighs.
“Batman isn’t real….”
“Don’t let Batman catch you saying that.”
“Who are these guys anyway?”
Jayson shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know, some new signs. It’s there big debut match.”
Johnny smiles his black toothed grin and rubs his palms together.
“Ah, I see. And management is throwing them in the deep end real quick to see if they can swim. Nice. So what are they talking about? The whole I’m better then you shpeal? I wanna be the best speech? I’m wrestling for little Jr sumbitch’s college fund. Let me know, I got something for any of it.”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Been silent all week.”
Johnny spits on the ground beside him and shakes his head.
“Well ain’t that bout a bitch. Man, I really hate it when this happens. You know Mean Street Pussies, all you had to do was just say something. Tell us you would whip our asses and it probably would have happened. If you would have shown some initiative and shown us what you got you’d be walking out of your first match with a win. But now, McM is going to have to come whip your silent asses back to your deluxe apartment in the sky. My foot. Meet there asses. Oh…bet I won’t.”
Suddenly Jayson gets an idea and grabs Johnny’s cell phone and starts typing in numbers.
“What the hell?”
Jayson puts a hand up, assuring Johnny it’s okay.
“Don’t worry. I thought of a plan on how to get Kelly out.”
“Who you gonna call?…….I swear if you say ghostbusters I’m going to murder you.”
Jayson looks up at Johnny with a sly grin.
“Never you mind. Let’s just say, I’m calling in an old favor….from an old friend…..whose name may or may not be Betty White…..She owes me big.”
Johnny stares at him awkwardly.
"It's probably better if I don't ask."
Fade.
Jayson Matthews pulls the binoculars down from his face and curses under his breath.
“No way…..”
The camera pans out to show Johnny dressed as a fireman and Jayson dressed as Abraham Lincoln, hiding behind a bush in front of Adam Knites hotel room. As he shakes his head no, one side of the chin strap beard starts to fall off.
“…these costumes are the best of the best. We’re practically invisible.”
Jayson picks up the hat, wipes his brow and then puts the hat back on.
“That’s a relief. But what about Kelly? She’s in there playing naked bongos with Adam! If Steve finds out about this he is going to flip a nut.”
Johnny nods his head and tugs on his beard as he thinks.
“Well I guess were going to have to figure out a different way to get her back then. Now, know this is going to be hard for you but I’m going to need you to think. Is that going to be too hard for you?”
Johnny looks up at Jayson who just stares off into space for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.
“Do what now?”
Johnny sighs.
“Nevermind.”
Johnny starts scanning through his cell phone for any sort of idea. It grows silent for a few moments before Jayson breaks the silence.
“Do you think they know Batman?”
“What?”
“Our opponents. The Gotham Platinum Club. Do you think they know Batman?”
Johnny sighs.
“Batman isn’t real….”
“Don’t let Batman catch you saying that.”
“Who are these guys anyway?”
Jayson shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know, some new signs. It’s there big debut match.”
Johnny smiles his black toothed grin and rubs his palms together.
“Ah, I see. And management is throwing them in the deep end real quick to see if they can swim. Nice. So what are they talking about? The whole I’m better then you shpeal? I wanna be the best speech? I’m wrestling for little Jr sumbitch’s college fund. Let me know, I got something for any of it.”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Been silent all week.”
Johnny spits on the ground beside him and shakes his head.
“Well ain’t that bout a bitch. Man, I really hate it when this happens. You know Mean Street Pussies, all you had to do was just say something. Tell us you would whip our asses and it probably would have happened. If you would have shown some initiative and shown us what you got you’d be walking out of your first match with a win. But now, McM is going to have to come whip your silent asses back to your deluxe apartment in the sky. My foot. Meet there asses. Oh…bet I won’t.”
Suddenly Jayson gets an idea and grabs Johnny’s cell phone and starts typing in numbers.
“What the hell?”
Jayson puts a hand up, assuring Johnny it’s okay.
“Don’t worry. I thought of a plan on how to get Kelly out.”
“Who you gonna call?…….I swear if you say ghostbusters I’m going to murder you.”
Jayson looks up at Johnny with a sly grin.
“Never you mind. Let’s just say, I’m calling in an old favor….from an old friend…..whose name may or may not be Betty White…..She owes me big.”
Johnny stares at him awkwardly.
"It's probably better if I don't ask."
Fade.