Post by bane on Sept 10, 2009 15:10:49 GMT -6
Have you ever noticed how some people SHOULD have been born without vocal chords?
(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.)
Nick
MMMMMMMMM. Just what the Doctor Ordered!
Before leaving the parking lot Bane and Logan switch out with Bane doing the driving now.
Mac
Okay brother, you choose the next one, since you are soooo tired of listening to a country music icon like Willie Nelson.
With a huge sigh of relief Logan grabs his Disturbed c.d. out of his bag and Indestructible begins to play.
Really?
What?!
Our entrance music? Really? We hear that every single night when we go to the ring!
Logan glares at Bane but continues to allow the music to play.
And the answer to your question Nick is yes I do know when to be serious. I am always serious when it comes to the training and when it comes to Syndicate business. You of all people should know that!
I guess it’s just something that has been eating at me, you just don’t seem to take everything serious enough.
Really commercial boy?
Hey! Those are endorsements!
Bane begins to laugh uncontrollably.
So, uhm…when was the last time you were paid for one of those spots Nick?
Shaddup!
The miles seem to fly by as the go north on I-35 passing through the towns of Elm Mott and Ross before finally reaching the outskirts of West Texas home of some of the finest Czech Bakeries in the state and Bane has to stop.
Why stop here?
The allure of Klatches is too much for me!
What the hell is a coolatchi?!
No city boy, Kalatche! Think yeast roll stuffed with cheese, or fruit or meat!
Logan looks skeptical but follows Bane into the “Little Czech Bakery” where they look upon row after row of pastries, rolls, pies, cakes and sausages of all kinds. Bane approaches the counter and places his order.
I’ll take half a dozen jalapeño sausage and 3 cream cheese kalatches.
The clerk nods that she has the order and begins filling the bag for Bane.
Clerk
And you sir?
I’m not really sure to be honest, I’ve never eaten anything like this before.
Logan flashes that million dollar smile at the young woman who melts right there on the spot when she recognizes “The Natural” Nick Logan.
OH MY God! Its Nick Logan! Then this must be Mac Bane! The Syndicate is here!?
Bane cringes, he has seen this happen before and its never pretty. And right on queue the young woman faints and falls to the floor. The manager comes rushing out right as Logan has reached the young woman’s side and is patting her hand as Bane hands him a damp wash cloth.
Come on now, come back to reality.
Store Manager
What happened here!
The manager of the store is met by a glaring Mac Bane.
Your clerk fainted when she realized who me and my friend are.
Logan looks up at the manager who sees Logan and his jaw drops.
The Syndicate in my store?!
And right on queue the store manager falls out on the floor having fainted himself.
Jesus! You can take care of him when your done with her!
Bane hands his credit card to Logan.
Order and pay for our food, I’ll be in the car!
Bane stomps out of the store angrily with his bag of Kalatches and heads for the car. He leans up against the drivers side door of Logan’s convertible and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Robby Diamond has a new name, his new moniker is Captain Smurf Bag and he will be wearing a mask and a cape trying to recruit other Smurf Bags to his cause….oh wait already been done…. Know what color a smurf turns when you choke him out? Didn’t think so…you’ll find out Sunday! How original Rob, a personal attack on Jimmy Zane and what is left of the nMw originals, well the nMw originals that matter anyway. You really don’t want to make this personal son. You really don’t.
Bane pauses for dramatic affect.
Once again, too late for that because it is damn sure personal now.
Bane shakes his head in disgust.
Dirty Deal and Rob Diamond are actually the perfect three man team. They have so much in common after all. They are all Smurf Bags, none of them have any mic skills, they are all racists and they have all crossed the line for the very last time.
Bane runs his thumb across his throat with the “cut throat” sign before continuing.
This will not be over quickly and you wont like it. It will be a long and bloody affair, the great thing about being us is the longer the match lasts the stronger we get. There are very few things in life that are garanteed….death….taxes….Adam Knite being World Champion when this is over and the demise of Rob Diamond and Dirty Deal….
Take it to the bank!
Chisel it in stone!
Count it as the gospel according to Mac!
Your done and those belts are coming to men who will carry them with pride and respect something the three of you know nothing about!
Logan comes out of the small bakery and enters the passenger seat as Bane climbs in the drivers side. He turns the motor over and then continue their track north up I-35 as the scene fades to black.
(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.)
Nick
MMMMMMMMM. Just what the Doctor Ordered!
Before leaving the parking lot Bane and Logan switch out with Bane doing the driving now.
Mac
Okay brother, you choose the next one, since you are soooo tired of listening to a country music icon like Willie Nelson.
With a huge sigh of relief Logan grabs his Disturbed c.d. out of his bag and Indestructible begins to play.
Really?
What?!
Our entrance music? Really? We hear that every single night when we go to the ring!
Logan glares at Bane but continues to allow the music to play.
And the answer to your question Nick is yes I do know when to be serious. I am always serious when it comes to the training and when it comes to Syndicate business. You of all people should know that!
I guess it’s just something that has been eating at me, you just don’t seem to take everything serious enough.
Really commercial boy?
Hey! Those are endorsements!
Bane begins to laugh uncontrollably.
So, uhm…when was the last time you were paid for one of those spots Nick?
Shaddup!
The miles seem to fly by as the go north on I-35 passing through the towns of Elm Mott and Ross before finally reaching the outskirts of West Texas home of some of the finest Czech Bakeries in the state and Bane has to stop.
Why stop here?
The allure of Klatches is too much for me!
What the hell is a coolatchi?!
No city boy, Kalatche! Think yeast roll stuffed with cheese, or fruit or meat!
Logan looks skeptical but follows Bane into the “Little Czech Bakery” where they look upon row after row of pastries, rolls, pies, cakes and sausages of all kinds. Bane approaches the counter and places his order.
I’ll take half a dozen jalapeño sausage and 3 cream cheese kalatches.
The clerk nods that she has the order and begins filling the bag for Bane.
Clerk
And you sir?
I’m not really sure to be honest, I’ve never eaten anything like this before.
Logan flashes that million dollar smile at the young woman who melts right there on the spot when she recognizes “The Natural” Nick Logan.
OH MY God! Its Nick Logan! Then this must be Mac Bane! The Syndicate is here!?
Bane cringes, he has seen this happen before and its never pretty. And right on queue the young woman faints and falls to the floor. The manager comes rushing out right as Logan has reached the young woman’s side and is patting her hand as Bane hands him a damp wash cloth.
Come on now, come back to reality.
Store Manager
What happened here!
The manager of the store is met by a glaring Mac Bane.
Your clerk fainted when she realized who me and my friend are.
Logan looks up at the manager who sees Logan and his jaw drops.
The Syndicate in my store?!
And right on queue the store manager falls out on the floor having fainted himself.
Jesus! You can take care of him when your done with her!
Bane hands his credit card to Logan.
Order and pay for our food, I’ll be in the car!
Bane stomps out of the store angrily with his bag of Kalatches and heads for the car. He leans up against the drivers side door of Logan’s convertible and takes a deep breath before speaking.
Robby Diamond has a new name, his new moniker is Captain Smurf Bag and he will be wearing a mask and a cape trying to recruit other Smurf Bags to his cause….oh wait already been done…. Know what color a smurf turns when you choke him out? Didn’t think so…you’ll find out Sunday! How original Rob, a personal attack on Jimmy Zane and what is left of the nMw originals, well the nMw originals that matter anyway. You really don’t want to make this personal son. You really don’t.
Bane pauses for dramatic affect.
Once again, too late for that because it is damn sure personal now.
Bane shakes his head in disgust.
Dirty Deal and Rob Diamond are actually the perfect three man team. They have so much in common after all. They are all Smurf Bags, none of them have any mic skills, they are all racists and they have all crossed the line for the very last time.
Bane runs his thumb across his throat with the “cut throat” sign before continuing.
This will not be over quickly and you wont like it. It will be a long and bloody affair, the great thing about being us is the longer the match lasts the stronger we get. There are very few things in life that are garanteed….death….taxes….Adam Knite being World Champion when this is over and the demise of Rob Diamond and Dirty Deal….
Take it to the bank!
Chisel it in stone!
Count it as the gospel according to Mac!
Your done and those belts are coming to men who will carry them with pride and respect something the three of you know nothing about!
Logan comes out of the small bakery and enters the passenger seat as Bane climbs in the drivers side. He turns the motor over and then continue their track north up I-35 as the scene fades to black.