Post by Bubba JD on Mar 4, 2009 22:46:47 GMT -6
The sun is just starting to rise outside a bar, somewhere near Amarillo, TX. Broken beer bottles litter the parking lot. Several windows are busted out, glass lying all over the place. As the camera enters the bar, hunks of busted up furniture cover a good majority of the floor.
Standing at the bartender's station is Mike Hanson & Mauler.
Mike Hanson: That was a screwjob, pure & simple. No excuse for them to show up in the middle of our match!
Mauler: HUSS!!! HUSS!!! HUSS!!!
Mike Hanson: You can sure say that again.
Mauler: HUSS!!! HUSS!!! HUSS!!!
Mike Hanson: I didn't mean that, literally! Moron!
Mauler: Redneck!
Mike looks like he's about to backhand Mauler when the bartender approaches, looking as though he's wet himself a couple times already.
Bartender:(nervously) Gentlemen, I need to go to the cooler & get some more beer. It's going to take me a few minutes. Anything I can get for you, before I.......
Mauler: Don't worry, man! We'll just help ourselves to what you still have. The kegs are still fresh, right?
Bartender:(nervously) Correct.
Mauler: Good! We'll just help ourselves, while your gone.
Seeing his opportunity, the bartender hightails it out of the bar, as fast as he can. Not being too concerned, Mauler & Hanson help themselves to some fresh bottles of beer.
Mike Hanson: Can't really blame Kobra's Law from taking advantage of the situation, last week. If the roles had been reversed, you know we would've done the same thing.
Mauler: They're blameless in this fiasco. They did what any good team would've done, in their spot. Chapter Six, on the other hand, has been nothing more then a major pain in the ass. It's like having a never-ending hangover. No amount of greasy food, aspirin or coffee will get rid of it.
Mike Hanson: The hangover will be relieved at WrestleStock! Huge 8-man tag will be the perfect cure for this hangover. Want another beer?
Mauler: Better f**king believe it!
Mauler & Hanson go for some more beer as the scene comes to an end.
Standing at the bartender's station is Mike Hanson & Mauler.
Mike Hanson: That was a screwjob, pure & simple. No excuse for them to show up in the middle of our match!
Mauler: HUSS!!! HUSS!!! HUSS!!!
Mike Hanson: You can sure say that again.
Mauler: HUSS!!! HUSS!!! HUSS!!!
Mike Hanson: I didn't mean that, literally! Moron!
Mauler: Redneck!
Mike looks like he's about to backhand Mauler when the bartender approaches, looking as though he's wet himself a couple times already.
Bartender:(nervously) Gentlemen, I need to go to the cooler & get some more beer. It's going to take me a few minutes. Anything I can get for you, before I.......
Mauler: Don't worry, man! We'll just help ourselves to what you still have. The kegs are still fresh, right?
Bartender:(nervously) Correct.
Mauler: Good! We'll just help ourselves, while your gone.
Seeing his opportunity, the bartender hightails it out of the bar, as fast as he can. Not being too concerned, Mauler & Hanson help themselves to some fresh bottles of beer.
Mike Hanson: Can't really blame Kobra's Law from taking advantage of the situation, last week. If the roles had been reversed, you know we would've done the same thing.
Mauler: They're blameless in this fiasco. They did what any good team would've done, in their spot. Chapter Six, on the other hand, has been nothing more then a major pain in the ass. It's like having a never-ending hangover. No amount of greasy food, aspirin or coffee will get rid of it.
Mike Hanson: The hangover will be relieved at WrestleStock! Huge 8-man tag will be the perfect cure for this hangover. Want another beer?
Mauler: Better f**king believe it!
Mauler & Hanson go for some more beer as the scene comes to an end.
