Post by Jimmy Zane on Oct 28, 2011 11:17:16 GMT -6
[OK, not to say that Babaloo is crazy because, well, I already know he is. But that kid is as smart as they come. I remember one time, he made a CD player using his mom's vibrator and some chicken wire and ****. Dude has mad skills. He is like McGuyver, only he makes crazy stuff. I don't know how to explain it fully, so I won't.
Just know he is really smart, OK?
Anyway, I am anxious to see where the hell this is going because frankly, it's the only thing worth paying attention to where Jimmy Zane is concerned. His match this week is an afterthought. Nobody cares who wins the match one way or another. Regardless of who wins between Verona and Conway, neither of them will fear the winner of this match. That's just facts.
Oh how the mighty have fallen!
Jimmy was tag team champion. Ricky was in the main event for the World Title back to back months. And here they are, less than a month later, rounding out the undercard on an otherwise stacked show. Like I said last time, it's the biggest "Who gives a ****" match on the card. I don't care who wins either way. I just want to see if this time machine thing works.
Even if it doesn't work...this should be entertaining as hell!]
(The scene fades in where we picked up last time and Jimmy is standing there, mouth wide open, staring at a 1976 Pinto. It's canary yellow, faded of course, with rust and bondo spots all over it. It's been obviously modified, and has lights all over the outside and an odd looking contraption on the back where the hatchback used to be. Babaloo smiles big and walks around to the wall and flips on a switch that turns the lights and power on throughout the entire shop. In the background, Huey Lewis' voice is heard coming from the radio.)
(Jimmy tries to hold in his laughter as the entire scene plays through his mind. Old, raggedy ass pinto, time machine, Huey Lewis. It's just a little too much and Jimmy begins to chuckle with his hand over his mouth, not wanting to hurt Babaloo's feelings.)
Babaloo - It's OK, you can laugh. But you won't be laughing when we test it!
Sorry bro. But the whole thing just kind of got to me. Freaking Huey Lewis is playing on the radio singing the song from Back to the Future. You built this...
Babaloo - Time Machine.
Yeah....or whatever.
Babaloo - No, it's a time machine.
I believe you. But, a pinto? Really?
Babaloo - This is a classic automobile.
More like classic piece of ****!
Babaloo - Hey! The Pinto was an iconic automobile, Jimmy! It marked a time when Ford was dipping its feet in the economical car waters.
And you do realize they failed with this thing, right?
Babaloo - And I suppose you think I should have used a DeLorean, huh?
Well.....
Babaloo - Yeah, that's original!
Says the man who built a Time Machine because he got hopped up on Red Bull and watched Back to the Future.
Babaloo - Fine! You don't believe me? Get in and try it out yourself!
Fine! Let's do it! Send me through time Professor Brown!
(Jimmy walks around and opens the door to the Pinto. The door creaks loudly as he pulls it open. It only opens halfway. Jimmy laughs as he squeezes into the car and sits in the drivers seat. In front of him are all kinds of switches and dials. What appears to be a keyboard wired into some kind of digital screen sits in the middle of the console. He looks between him to see the "flux capacitor" and giggles to himself as it looks like a strand of enclose Christmas lights fashioned into the form of a "Y". He looks up and notices a roll cage inside the Pinto.....err....time machine.)
Ummm....why is there a roll cage?
Babaloo - Hey, I don't know what we are driving into! I would rather be safe than sorry.
Uh huh..
Babaloo - Besides, a couple of the tires are bald, so if we have a blow out, you are safe.
........
Babaloo - Crank it up!
(Jimmy turns the key and the engine turns over but never starts. He pumps the gas pedal and continues to try and start it. He stops for a moment and looks down. The gas gauge sitting directly on "E". Again, he smirks, laughs a little bit and turns to Babaloo.)
You forgot gas, genius!
Babaloo - ........
Grab a gas can... Let's go get some gas!
(Babaloo lowers his head and Jimmy piles out of the time machine and shuts the door. It doesn't shut so he pushes it again, still doesn't shut. He throws his hip into it and finally it stays shut. He walks around to the front of the garage. Babaloo grabs his gas can and walks to the front. They shut the door to the garage and lock it as the scene fades to black.)
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You know, it's funny. How things change so much around NCW so quickly. A month ago, Ricky, you and I were in the main event of a pay per view. This month, we are barely on the pay per view card. It's the ebb and flow of things, I suppose. That's OK, though. I am used to it. The highs and lows of this business are well documented for everyone. The flavor of the month doesn't always stay the flavor of the month, now do they?
It's just the way things are.
Right now, the flavor of the month is a good friend of mine and someone who has earned every right to be called NCW's top superstar. Xander Famularo is one of the top superstars in the business today, and I have no doubt he will walk away as the World Champion Sunday night. So who would be the next to face him? Who could step into that role and really challenge him for that title? I am sure any of us could step up and take our chances, but right now, nobody is beating Xander, so why fight a losing battle right?
I say, am I right?
Of course I am!
Nobody is going to want to set foot in the ring with Xander for the world championship because they look at it as a wasted opportunity because they know he can't be defeated. I have long wanted a shot at the World Championship, but right now, with the tear Xander is on, no thank you...
NO THANKS INDEED!
Hell, you should be thanking me, Ricky. Now, I have yet to hear from you this week, and that doesn't bother me. What does bother me is that I am sure you will blame me for you not being the World Champion right now. I am sure you hold a grudge so deep for me that you can't even say it without boiling over in anger. But I did you a favor by losing that match, Ricky.
Let me break it down.
Say we win, and you become the World Champion. Yay! Parades! Bands! Confetti falls from the sky, right? You are stoked, you finally achieved your goal, woooo hooooo for you! But then, less than a month later, you have to face Xander and defend that title. You, just like Steve and everyone else in Xander's wake, would have lost. So all that time and effort to become champion, just to lose it in your first title defense would have been a bit embaressing.
I'm sure when you realize I am telling the truth, you will agree.
And now, we have a match. Where you can ruin my goals. Where you can step up and get a chance to win the National Championship! I have never held that title, nor ever had a shot at it. I can promise you this, if I win that opportunity, that title will be mine. That's just how I look at things. I won't lose. I can't lose.
I refuse to lose.
Just like this week.
I hope I hear from you soon, Ricky. I honestly do. Because honestly, your silence is a little unsettling. I have never shyed away from the spotlight or saying what I think and feel, and this is no different. It's time to put it all on the line, Ricky. It's time to let it all hang out. You don't have to thank me now for saving you the embarrassment of being a transitional champion. Just wait until Road to the Gold is over Sunday night and see how Xander decimates Steve to become the World Champion. See how Steve succumbs to Xander's strength, drive and determination.
Then you can thank me.
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(The scene fades in as Jimmy and Babaloo are standing at the gas pump. Babaloo is pumping gas into the 5 gallon gas can he brought with him. Jimmy is standing there, texting with Xander, wishing him good luck this week in his championship match. He places his phone back in his pocket and turns to Babaloo.)
Have you even tested this thing yet?
Babaloo - Sort of?
Sort of? How do you know if it works.
Babaloo - Well, it's hard to explain.
Try me.
Babaloo - The space-time continuum is a mathematical model that combines space and time into a single construct. This spacetime is usually explained with a model where space is three-dimensional and time has the role of the fourth dimension. If one follows the model of space that Euclid had, our universe has three dimensions of space, and one dimension of time. By combining space and time into a single manifold, physicists have simplified a good deal of physical theory, as well as described in a more uniform way the workings of the universe at both levels: the very large, or supergalactic and very small or subatomic.
I literally understood five words of what you just said. Can I get it in layman's terms?
Babaloo - who is Layman?
Nevermind. Just finish getting your gas and let's go.
(Jimmy stands there, laughing the entire time, loving that his friend is so....different...and yet so wide eyed with wonderment. He fills up the gas can and places the lid on it and looks at the pump.
$16.90
He looks at Jimmy and just stands there. Jimmy is texting and looks up at him. Babaloo looks at him and then at the pump. Jimmy looks at the pump and back at Babaloo.)
What? You expect me to pay for it?
(Babaloo smiles and stands there with his hand out. Jimmy hands him a $20 bill and laughs at his friend. Babaloo pays and they put the gas can in the trunk of Jimmy's car and heads back to the shop. They pull up and Babaloo grabs the can and hurries to the car and puts the gas in. Jimmy gets in and turns the key on and starts pumping the gas pedal. He turns the key and the engine turns over a few times. It's a manual fuel pump so he pumps the gas a few times and turns the key again. Finally the car cranks up. Smoke bellows out of the tailpipe and the rumble of the engine comes to life. Mainly through the muffler that has a huge hole rusted through it. Jimmy puts the car in drive and creeps out of the garage and into the parking lot. He places it in park and turns the car back off, hollering at Babaloo through the window.)
OK, come on, tell me how it works.
(Babaloo gets in and turns on the computer and checks all the cables and connections as it boots up. It comes up to a digital screen that has all the information they need to know where they are coming from and where they are going to. He types in everything so they can go five minutes into the future. Once he does, he locks everything into place.)
Babaloo - OK, Jimmy. Are you ready to be a part of history.
Sure. So how fast do we have to go to make this thing work?
Babaloo - 88 Miles per hour! Duh!
....
Babaloo - I thought you saw the movie!
I did, but that was a DeLorean. This is a pinto.
Babaloo - And? Are we gonna do this or what?
Alllllllllllllrighty then! Let's do it!
(Jimmy turns the key and the car struggles to start. Finally it starts but idles roughly and shakes horribly. He looks at Babaloo.)
And this is going to get to 88 miles per hour?
(Babaloo shrugs and Jimmy shakes his head. He pumps the gas pedal and they pull out onto the road slowly as the scene fades to black.)
Just know he is really smart, OK?
Anyway, I am anxious to see where the hell this is going because frankly, it's the only thing worth paying attention to where Jimmy Zane is concerned. His match this week is an afterthought. Nobody cares who wins the match one way or another. Regardless of who wins between Verona and Conway, neither of them will fear the winner of this match. That's just facts.
Oh how the mighty have fallen!
Jimmy was tag team champion. Ricky was in the main event for the World Title back to back months. And here they are, less than a month later, rounding out the undercard on an otherwise stacked show. Like I said last time, it's the biggest "Who gives a ****" match on the card. I don't care who wins either way. I just want to see if this time machine thing works.
Even if it doesn't work...this should be entertaining as hell!]
(The scene fades in where we picked up last time and Jimmy is standing there, mouth wide open, staring at a 1976 Pinto. It's canary yellow, faded of course, with rust and bondo spots all over it. It's been obviously modified, and has lights all over the outside and an odd looking contraption on the back where the hatchback used to be. Babaloo smiles big and walks around to the wall and flips on a switch that turns the lights and power on throughout the entire shop. In the background, Huey Lewis' voice is heard coming from the radio.)
So take me away, I don't mind
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get me back in time
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get me back in time
(Jimmy tries to hold in his laughter as the entire scene plays through his mind. Old, raggedy ass pinto, time machine, Huey Lewis. It's just a little too much and Jimmy begins to chuckle with his hand over his mouth, not wanting to hurt Babaloo's feelings.)
Babaloo - It's OK, you can laugh. But you won't be laughing when we test it!
Sorry bro. But the whole thing just kind of got to me. Freaking Huey Lewis is playing on the radio singing the song from Back to the Future. You built this...
Babaloo - Time Machine.
Yeah....or whatever.
Babaloo - No, it's a time machine.
I believe you. But, a pinto? Really?
Babaloo - This is a classic automobile.
More like classic piece of ****!
Babaloo - Hey! The Pinto was an iconic automobile, Jimmy! It marked a time when Ford was dipping its feet in the economical car waters.
And you do realize they failed with this thing, right?
Babaloo - And I suppose you think I should have used a DeLorean, huh?
Well.....
Babaloo - Yeah, that's original!
Says the man who built a Time Machine because he got hopped up on Red Bull and watched Back to the Future.
Babaloo - Fine! You don't believe me? Get in and try it out yourself!
Fine! Let's do it! Send me through time Professor Brown!
(Jimmy walks around and opens the door to the Pinto. The door creaks loudly as he pulls it open. It only opens halfway. Jimmy laughs as he squeezes into the car and sits in the drivers seat. In front of him are all kinds of switches and dials. What appears to be a keyboard wired into some kind of digital screen sits in the middle of the console. He looks between him to see the "flux capacitor" and giggles to himself as it looks like a strand of enclose Christmas lights fashioned into the form of a "Y". He looks up and notices a roll cage inside the Pinto.....err....time machine.)
Ummm....why is there a roll cage?
Babaloo - Hey, I don't know what we are driving into! I would rather be safe than sorry.
Uh huh..
Babaloo - Besides, a couple of the tires are bald, so if we have a blow out, you are safe.
........
Babaloo - Crank it up!
(Jimmy turns the key and the engine turns over but never starts. He pumps the gas pedal and continues to try and start it. He stops for a moment and looks down. The gas gauge sitting directly on "E". Again, he smirks, laughs a little bit and turns to Babaloo.)
You forgot gas, genius!
Babaloo - ........
Grab a gas can... Let's go get some gas!
(Babaloo lowers his head and Jimmy piles out of the time machine and shuts the door. It doesn't shut so he pushes it again, still doesn't shut. He throws his hip into it and finally it stays shut. He walks around to the front of the garage. Babaloo grabs his gas can and walks to the front. They shut the door to the garage and lock it as the scene fades to black.)
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You know, it's funny. How things change so much around NCW so quickly. A month ago, Ricky, you and I were in the main event of a pay per view. This month, we are barely on the pay per view card. It's the ebb and flow of things, I suppose. That's OK, though. I am used to it. The highs and lows of this business are well documented for everyone. The flavor of the month doesn't always stay the flavor of the month, now do they?
It's just the way things are.
Right now, the flavor of the month is a good friend of mine and someone who has earned every right to be called NCW's top superstar. Xander Famularo is one of the top superstars in the business today, and I have no doubt he will walk away as the World Champion Sunday night. So who would be the next to face him? Who could step into that role and really challenge him for that title? I am sure any of us could step up and take our chances, but right now, nobody is beating Xander, so why fight a losing battle right?
I say, am I right?
Of course I am!
Nobody is going to want to set foot in the ring with Xander for the world championship because they look at it as a wasted opportunity because they know he can't be defeated. I have long wanted a shot at the World Championship, but right now, with the tear Xander is on, no thank you...
NO THANKS INDEED!
Hell, you should be thanking me, Ricky. Now, I have yet to hear from you this week, and that doesn't bother me. What does bother me is that I am sure you will blame me for you not being the World Champion right now. I am sure you hold a grudge so deep for me that you can't even say it without boiling over in anger. But I did you a favor by losing that match, Ricky.
Let me break it down.
Say we win, and you become the World Champion. Yay! Parades! Bands! Confetti falls from the sky, right? You are stoked, you finally achieved your goal, woooo hooooo for you! But then, less than a month later, you have to face Xander and defend that title. You, just like Steve and everyone else in Xander's wake, would have lost. So all that time and effort to become champion, just to lose it in your first title defense would have been a bit embaressing.
I'm sure when you realize I am telling the truth, you will agree.
And now, we have a match. Where you can ruin my goals. Where you can step up and get a chance to win the National Championship! I have never held that title, nor ever had a shot at it. I can promise you this, if I win that opportunity, that title will be mine. That's just how I look at things. I won't lose. I can't lose.
I refuse to lose.
Just like this week.
I hope I hear from you soon, Ricky. I honestly do. Because honestly, your silence is a little unsettling. I have never shyed away from the spotlight or saying what I think and feel, and this is no different. It's time to put it all on the line, Ricky. It's time to let it all hang out. You don't have to thank me now for saving you the embarrassment of being a transitional champion. Just wait until Road to the Gold is over Sunday night and see how Xander decimates Steve to become the World Champion. See how Steve succumbs to Xander's strength, drive and determination.
Then you can thank me.
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(The scene fades in as Jimmy and Babaloo are standing at the gas pump. Babaloo is pumping gas into the 5 gallon gas can he brought with him. Jimmy is standing there, texting with Xander, wishing him good luck this week in his championship match. He places his phone back in his pocket and turns to Babaloo.)
Have you even tested this thing yet?
Babaloo - Sort of?
Sort of? How do you know if it works.
Babaloo - Well, it's hard to explain.
Try me.
Babaloo - The space-time continuum is a mathematical model that combines space and time into a single construct. This spacetime is usually explained with a model where space is three-dimensional and time has the role of the fourth dimension. If one follows the model of space that Euclid had, our universe has three dimensions of space, and one dimension of time. By combining space and time into a single manifold, physicists have simplified a good deal of physical theory, as well as described in a more uniform way the workings of the universe at both levels: the very large, or supergalactic and very small or subatomic.
I literally understood five words of what you just said. Can I get it in layman's terms?
Babaloo - who is Layman?
Nevermind. Just finish getting your gas and let's go.
(Jimmy stands there, laughing the entire time, loving that his friend is so....different...and yet so wide eyed with wonderment. He fills up the gas can and places the lid on it and looks at the pump.
$16.90
He looks at Jimmy and just stands there. Jimmy is texting and looks up at him. Babaloo looks at him and then at the pump. Jimmy looks at the pump and back at Babaloo.)
What? You expect me to pay for it?
(Babaloo smiles and stands there with his hand out. Jimmy hands him a $20 bill and laughs at his friend. Babaloo pays and they put the gas can in the trunk of Jimmy's car and heads back to the shop. They pull up and Babaloo grabs the can and hurries to the car and puts the gas in. Jimmy gets in and turns the key on and starts pumping the gas pedal. He turns the key and the engine turns over a few times. It's a manual fuel pump so he pumps the gas a few times and turns the key again. Finally the car cranks up. Smoke bellows out of the tailpipe and the rumble of the engine comes to life. Mainly through the muffler that has a huge hole rusted through it. Jimmy puts the car in drive and creeps out of the garage and into the parking lot. He places it in park and turns the car back off, hollering at Babaloo through the window.)
OK, come on, tell me how it works.
(Babaloo gets in and turns on the computer and checks all the cables and connections as it boots up. It comes up to a digital screen that has all the information they need to know where they are coming from and where they are going to. He types in everything so they can go five minutes into the future. Once he does, he locks everything into place.)
Babaloo - OK, Jimmy. Are you ready to be a part of history.
Sure. So how fast do we have to go to make this thing work?
Babaloo - 88 Miles per hour! Duh!
....
Babaloo - I thought you saw the movie!
I did, but that was a DeLorean. This is a pinto.
Babaloo - And? Are we gonna do this or what?
Alllllllllllllrighty then! Let's do it!
(Jimmy turns the key and the car struggles to start. Finally it starts but idles roughly and shakes horribly. He looks at Babaloo.)
And this is going to get to 88 miles per hour?
(Babaloo shrugs and Jimmy shakes his head. He pumps the gas pedal and they pull out onto the road slowly as the scene fades to black.)