Just What The Dr Ordered!

[Nick Logan]

"On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again."

(Suddenly you hear a click.)

Come on, Mac. Dude, I know you like Willie Nelson and all, but can't we listen to something else? Here we are just past Waco, and all I have heard for the last hour plus, is the crooning of the Red Headed Stranger.
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Mac - Don't hate on Willie, now! He is awesome.

For an old pot smokin fart, yeah. But this is 2009, can't we listen to something a LITTLE newer?

Mac - How about we just talk.

About?

Mac - Her.

Her who?

Mac - You know who, her. Don't act like the her I am speaking of is some strange her that you don't know about.

Huh?

Mac - Don't be coy with me, Nick. The her that calls and texts your phone like fifty times a day. The same her that was with us when we were destroying people in that other place.

On second thought, Willie doesn't sound so bad right now.

(Nick reaches over and turns the radio back on.)

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends

(Click)

Mac - So it IS her that you have been talking to again.

Look, Mac. We are just friends, bro. We had a good time together. We worked for a while, but not anymore. She can't stand me being on the road all the time, and I can't stand being home all the time. She hates being on the road with me. And in this business, we are on the road A LOT!

Mac - Uh huh.

Seriously! We just talk. That's it. ...... And we had phone sex the other night.

(Nick keeps looking at Mac through the corner of his eye as they head Northbound on Interstate 35 from Austin to Dallas. There is silence for a few moments before a huge grin comes across Mac's face, and Nick breaks, and they both bust out laughing.)

Mac - So, it WAS you watching SPANK-travision.

No it wasn't.

Mac - So, which one is your favorite little rascal? Alfalfa? or SPANKY!

Shaddup.

Mac - Come on. Tell the truth. Were you watching the Texas Rangers...or the YANKEES?

..... yep. that's enough.....

Mac - OK. Ok. I did hear that you learned a new dance step tho.

I did?

Mac - Yeah, the FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!

(Nick pulls off the highway and into a truck stop. He puts the car in park and sits there a moment, before turning to Mac.)

Do you take nothing seriously? This weekend, we team up with an old friend to take on a couple of redneck chumps who are probably humping OUR tag team titles right now. (Shivers) It grosses me out, man. To think that I have to touch the titles after those two hockeypucks. I am going to have to bring a bottle of freaking Germ-X with me to the ring....

(Nick Logan then looks directly into the camera. He magically pulls out a travel size bottle of Germ-X Hand Sanitizer.)

Hey Folks, Nick Logan here for Germ-X. When I get out of the ring after a tough match, I reach for Germ-X Hand Sanitizer. With it's strong combination of alchohol and moisturizing Vitamin E, it's the perfect for cleaning away all the germs that I could possibly contract in the ring from my filthy opponents. Take this week's opponent's.. My partner Mac Bane and I are facing off against Rob Diamond, Ron Gibson and Curtis Kanyon. Three of the filthiest *cough*Superstars*cough* in nCw. There is bound to be bloodshed, but we will withstand, and we will prevail. And honestly, the blood I can deal with. Touching the Tag Team Titles afterwards would normally scare me, but not as long as I have my little travel size Germ-X with me. It kills up to 99.9% of Germs! That will come in useful because there is no telling how many germs live in the dried beer, slobber, cheetos crums, and God knows what else, that are on those belts!

So, if you are wrestling the dirtiest of the dirty, or just afraid you might catch something going to a public restroom, keep a bottle of Germ-X in your car or purse at all times!

(Nick smiles into the camera and then drops the bottle. He closes his eyes and shakes his head before turning his attention back to Mac.)

Hey man, do you mind going in and getting us something to drink. I am thirsty as hell. This Texas Heat is killing me!

Mac - ...... Germ-X? Really?

Dude, I love this stuff. It keeps me from getting sick. I would suggest you use it after you get back in the car. Now run along. I am thirsty!!

Mac - And what would you like, Captin Germinator.

A Dr. Pepper would be great!

(Mac laughs as he gets out of the car and walks into the truckstop. Nick sits there a moment, thinking over this week's matchup. He looks right back into the camera and begins to speak again.)

Rob Diamond, I saw what you had to say about my good friend JW. Let's hope and pray that you are wrong. He has been my friend for longer than you have been out of high school, which obviously was just a few weeks ago from the way you talk. You pretend to be so big and bad, but we all know the real score, Rob. We all know how and why you are champion, so get over yourself already.

As far as Ron and Curtis, you two cousin loving, beer swilling, tag team title humping jerkoffs better clean those titles up and make them nice and pretty for Pay Per View. Because I would hate to spend two days cleaning those nasty things after we take them off of you and your butt buddy there. There are a lot of things Mac and I are. Then again, there are a lot of things we aren't. And one of those things, is losers. This week, we plan on winning. We plan on taking him the Tag Titles. Jimmy plans on taking Rob's X-Division Title, and we plan on you guys going home with your tail tucked between your legs. The end of your reign is coming, believe it. [/color]

(Nick turns away from the camera for a moment, then turns back to the camera.)

Oh, and by the way, I would school both of your morons at Mortal Kombat six days a week and twice on Sunday.

(Nick begins laughing as he watches Mac Bane come out of the truck stop with a couple of cold drinks in his hands. He hands the Dr. Pepper to Nick as he sits down. He shuts the door as Nick opens the bottle, takes a nice long drink out of the bottle, then holds it up, looking into the camera.)

MMMMMMMMM. Just what the Doctor Ordered!

(Both Nick and Mac begin to laugh as the scene fades to black.)