Post by Hexxy on Mar 21, 2009 22:31:22 GMT -6
We open up to a crowded restaurant where Hexx and Mimic, the greatest tag team in the history of everything are getting ready to order their lunch. A waitress walks up to the two wrestlers and faints at the sight of their awesomeness. Hexx looks annoyed as Mimic starts making wild hand motions.
Hexx: I know, that's the third waitress so far... maybe we need a man.
Mimic begins motioning again.
Hexx: NOT LIKE THAT! A man to wait on us you perv.
Mimic pretends to be pulling on a rope.
Hexx: Would you quit acting like a homo?
A waiter this time walks by and see the pile of three ladies all fawning over the great duo of Hexx and Mimic. He stops and approaches the table where he hands them the menus.
Waiter: What can I get you two fine fellows to drink?
Mimic waives his hands in the air, like he just don't care.
Waiter: ummm.. I'm sorry I don't speak retard.
Hexx: He said he wanted some human blood.
Waiter: Blood? We don't serve human blood sir.
Hexx: What? Haven't you heard about the huge twillight craze? Everybody is vampires these days son, you have to make this store vampire accessable! It's our american right!
Waiter: Would you like to come back to reality with my sir, it'd make this a lot easier on all of us.
Mimic makes some motions and ends it with spitting on the mans shoe.
Hexx: He said he'll take a Pepsi instead, the second most evil and vile drink in the world besides human blood.
Waiter: And for you?
Hexx: I'll take a Dr. Pepper, with a side of ice.
Waiter: A side of ice?
Hexx: That's what I said boy. Make it snappy before I put a curse on you.
Waiter: I'll get right on that.
The waiter walks away and leaves Hexx and Mimic alone. Their awesomeness radiates out to the other patrons who are staring at the in disbelief. Mimic motions at Hexx and Hexx laughs.
Hexx: Yeah I see all of these people looking at our sexy. We can't help it that we're irresistible. It's just our ways mimic.
The Waiter comes back with the drinks, Hexx and Mimic take their drinks and they are pleased, so Mimic slaps the man in the face.
Hexx: He says thank you.
Waiter: What would he have done if he didn't like it?
Mimic throws his leg up and kicks the man in the balls.
Waiter: **whimpers** sorry I asked **shakes it off like a trooper** So have you decided on what you want to eat yet?
Hexx: Yes, I'd like a ham and cheese hoagie.
Waiter: I'm sorry but we don't have hoagie sandwiches here sir.
Hexx: my mistake, I'll take a ham and cheese grinder instead.
Waiter: Those are the same thing....
Hexx: Why in the blue hell in the name of Michael Phelps would they be the same thing, but be called two different things, that makes no sense.
Waiter: Much like this conversation.
Hexx: That's it Smiley... we've had enough of your lip.
Hexx and Mimic get up from their chairs, Mimic begins to mime there being a box around the man when suddenly Hexx clocks him over the head with his skull staff. Hexx lifts the waiter and give him a head shrinker through the table! Everybody standing around begins cheerings with love for NAZI.
Hexx: No need to thank us, we know we're awesome.
Hexx is bowing and taking in the cheers of the beloved fans when Mimic taps him on the shoulder, Hexx turns around and see's Mimic pointing at a limo.
Hexx: What's that?
Wild hand motions from Mimic follow the question.
Hexx: Motor City Mafia's limo to the arena?! Are you positive?
Mimic begins juggling salt shackers.
Hexx: That sure!? Wow.... We should go mess with it.
Hexx turns around and sees Mimic holding a pipe bomb.
Hexx: Where in the blue hell did that come from?
Mimic begins miming something that can only be described as the equivalent of a man raping a mouse.
Hexx: Ok... way too much info man... but I like your gumption, lets do it!
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER
Hexx and Mimic are hiding in an alley watching the limo.
Hexx: This is going to be fantabalous!
The limo driver comes out and uses the keyless entry and the limo blows up. Hexx and Mimic jump out of the ally wearing party hats and throw confetti as they scream “Surprise” when suddenly a limosine pulls up, the front of the limo has the MCM log painted on the hood.
Hexx: Wait... if that's MCM's limo... then who's limo did we just blow up?
Out of the hotel comes somebody who looks suspciouslly like Donal Trump.
Donald Trump: What the hell happened to my limo!?
Mimic and Hexx's jaws drop as they look at each other. Mimic makes some motions
Hexx: I agree... lets beat it faster than Joe Everyman on a saturday night!
Hexx and mimic run off into the distance.