Post by syringe on Nov 14, 2007 22:41:56 GMT -6
(Camera fades in to a hallway of a rundown apartment building. The camera making it's way down the hall and stops at apart 212. There's a knock on the door only to receive an unexpected answer.)
Syringe: Who the hell is it?
Camera Man: nCw!
Syringe: Oh...Oh s**t hold on.
(There's some camotion going on inside the apartment. Sounds of beer cans falling over and russling paper. The door opens up to reveal one of the newest wrestlers to nCw.)
Syringe: Come in...Come in.
(Syringe and the camera make it's way through a wave of trash just lying around. Syringe sits back in a torn up recliner. The footrest of the chair is propped up on a what looks like a milk crate. The camera turns to the left to catch the sounds of clanking pots only to reveal a trashy looking girl cleaning dishes.)
Syringe: Stacey! Bring me another brew.
Stacey: I'm trying to clean.
Syringe: Girl bring me another beer and if you want to clean why don't you start by collecting all these damn cans and take 'em down to the scrap yard and get me some money. You were suppose to have this place ready for my interview anyways. Look at it you still have plates on the coffee table.
(A piece of ply wood laid across some sawed down saw horses.)
Syringe: Anyways, lets get this over with.
(Stacey brings him a can of beer and slams it down on this scuffed up 60's style coffee table. You hear it crack a little and start to slant.)
Syringe: Now, jesus look what you did...dumb bi..
Camera Man: Excuse me, can we do this please.
Syringe: Ah, yeah yeah sorry. Hmmm..where should I start. Well, I want to say it feels great to be here in nCw. I've looked around and feds now a days are just so piss poor. I just kind of stumbled into this one but I'm really glad I did. Now, who is it that I'm facing?
Camera Man: Big L.
Syringe: Big L? What? Has he made an appearance?
Camera Man: Yeah.
Syringe: Well, lets see it!
Camera Man: Sure.
(The camera man sets up Big L's interview to be watched.)
(Big L: DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT....)
Syringe: Bwahhaahaaa, no..no he didn't. If I wanted to watch James Bond or Die Hard I would have went to blockbuster. I mean this is wrestling not a low budgette indie film festival. Was that suppose to scare me? Show me how tough of a man he is. All that showed me is he's still that little boy inside thats scarred from what's his name? Phil? Phil's name calling, swirlies, and wedgies. I mean Big L? What does that stand for Big Loser? Thats what it seems like he was in high school. Working hard? I don't consider lifting twinkies to your mouth work but as large as you are I'm sure mobility is limited. I hope my man doesn't come down the ramp on a rascal.
(He sits back in the chair props his feet up and Stacey comes in and sits down on his lap. He takes a few sips of beer and Stacey speaks up.)
Stacey: You're so mean. The Samohan people are large people.
Syringe: What? Shut up. You expect me to nice? Just because Big L stares at me like a tub of ice cream doesn't mean I'm sweet. Plus, the closest thing to him being Samohan is the life time supply of coconut girl scout cookies he has stocked in his kitchen. All I'm saying is this bullied, "Before" posterboy for Jenny Craig is going to get demolished. I'll ruin his career this match. The only chance of fame he'll have then is VH1's Celebrity Fit Club. As for you, you gotta go. It's time for my dinner. Stacey get up and start that.
Stacey: Eh...
(Camera fades out.)
Syringe: Who the hell is it?
Camera Man: nCw!
Syringe: Oh...Oh s**t hold on.
(There's some camotion going on inside the apartment. Sounds of beer cans falling over and russling paper. The door opens up to reveal one of the newest wrestlers to nCw.)
Syringe: Come in...Come in.
(Syringe and the camera make it's way through a wave of trash just lying around. Syringe sits back in a torn up recliner. The footrest of the chair is propped up on a what looks like a milk crate. The camera turns to the left to catch the sounds of clanking pots only to reveal a trashy looking girl cleaning dishes.)
Syringe: Stacey! Bring me another brew.
Stacey: I'm trying to clean.
Syringe: Girl bring me another beer and if you want to clean why don't you start by collecting all these damn cans and take 'em down to the scrap yard and get me some money. You were suppose to have this place ready for my interview anyways. Look at it you still have plates on the coffee table.
(A piece of ply wood laid across some sawed down saw horses.)
Syringe: Anyways, lets get this over with.
(Stacey brings him a can of beer and slams it down on this scuffed up 60's style coffee table. You hear it crack a little and start to slant.)
Syringe: Now, jesus look what you did...dumb bi..
Camera Man: Excuse me, can we do this please.
Syringe: Ah, yeah yeah sorry. Hmmm..where should I start. Well, I want to say it feels great to be here in nCw. I've looked around and feds now a days are just so piss poor. I just kind of stumbled into this one but I'm really glad I did. Now, who is it that I'm facing?
Camera Man: Big L.
Syringe: Big L? What? Has he made an appearance?
Camera Man: Yeah.
Syringe: Well, lets see it!
Camera Man: Sure.
(The camera man sets up Big L's interview to be watched.)
(Big L: DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT....)
Syringe: Bwahhaahaaa, no..no he didn't. If I wanted to watch James Bond or Die Hard I would have went to blockbuster. I mean this is wrestling not a low budgette indie film festival. Was that suppose to scare me? Show me how tough of a man he is. All that showed me is he's still that little boy inside thats scarred from what's his name? Phil? Phil's name calling, swirlies, and wedgies. I mean Big L? What does that stand for Big Loser? Thats what it seems like he was in high school. Working hard? I don't consider lifting twinkies to your mouth work but as large as you are I'm sure mobility is limited. I hope my man doesn't come down the ramp on a rascal.
(He sits back in the chair props his feet up and Stacey comes in and sits down on his lap. He takes a few sips of beer and Stacey speaks up.)
Stacey: You're so mean. The Samohan people are large people.
Syringe: What? Shut up. You expect me to nice? Just because Big L stares at me like a tub of ice cream doesn't mean I'm sweet. Plus, the closest thing to him being Samohan is the life time supply of coconut girl scout cookies he has stocked in his kitchen. All I'm saying is this bullied, "Before" posterboy for Jenny Craig is going to get demolished. I'll ruin his career this match. The only chance of fame he'll have then is VH1's Celebrity Fit Club. As for you, you gotta go. It's time for my dinner. Stacey get up and start that.
Stacey: Eh...
(Camera fades out.)