Post by Bubba JD on Mar 14, 2010 20:30:12 GMT -6
Scene opens at a somewhat wooded area, early morning. A few birds are singing. Squirrels are running around a few trees. A few rabbits are wandering out of their burrows. Without warning, various animals scatter as the sound of chainsaws roar up. The chainsaws get progressively louder until it becomes deafening. A few moments of the deafening sounds continues until it ends, just as abruptly as it begins. Seconds later, the Destruction Crew wanders into the scene, grunting as though they were Tim Allen. Mauler sporadically goes into a "Huss!" chant.
Oddily, all four men are dressed up as lumberjacks. A black Chevy Silverado pulls up nearby, using an old trucker road nearby. The truck's shut off, as The Gambler gets out.
Gambler
Are you shitting me? Are you guys seriously shitting me?
Killer Kong
(quizzically)
What?
Gambler
You guys think that maybe you're taking this lumberjack stip a bit far, perhaps?
Destruction Crew
(in unison)
No.
Gambler slaps his forehead with the palm of his hand, muttering a "D'oh!" in the process.
Gambler
You guys are unbelieveable, you really are. And how you found outfits large enough for Super Vader & Killer Kong is completely beyond me.
Boys, you realize that this is no time for joking around. The hand's been dealt. It's time to play the cards that you were given.
Mauler
What do you think we're doing, taking things lightly? This is the sort of behavior we need, to get us into the right mood.
Super Vader
If we're going to be lumberjacks at Wrestlestock II, then we might as well have some fun out here, first.
Mike Hanson
Knock down a few big trees will be good practice for tossing around Dunpork's fat ass back into the ring, whenever he tries running from the Alley Ratz. Though, he might have to butter those hips in order to get out of the ring, first.
Killer Kong
Far as I'm concerned, if either member of the Sports Nutz try leaving early, we've got liscense to beat their hides. Better believe we're going to give them a hell of a beating, too.
Gambler
Don't overlook the other lumberjacks. They've got stakes in this match, too.
Mauler
Yeah...we have to worry about has-beens & never-weres from baseball & football, some roid-monkeys & some tubby, winded morons who can't even climb into the ring. oh, then there's also Ahmed Johnson. Far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to fear but fear itself.....and running out of ice-cold beer.
The rest of the Destruction Crew chimes in as Gambler hangs his head, muttering under his breathe. Gambler heads back to the Silverado as the scene comes to an end.
Oddily, all four men are dressed up as lumberjacks. A black Chevy Silverado pulls up nearby, using an old trucker road nearby. The truck's shut off, as The Gambler gets out.
Gambler
Are you shitting me? Are you guys seriously shitting me?
Killer Kong
(quizzically)
What?
Gambler
You guys think that maybe you're taking this lumberjack stip a bit far, perhaps?
Destruction Crew
(in unison)
No.
Gambler slaps his forehead with the palm of his hand, muttering a "D'oh!" in the process.
Gambler
You guys are unbelieveable, you really are. And how you found outfits large enough for Super Vader & Killer Kong is completely beyond me.
Boys, you realize that this is no time for joking around. The hand's been dealt. It's time to play the cards that you were given.
Mauler
What do you think we're doing, taking things lightly? This is the sort of behavior we need, to get us into the right mood.
Super Vader
If we're going to be lumberjacks at Wrestlestock II, then we might as well have some fun out here, first.
Mike Hanson
Knock down a few big trees will be good practice for tossing around Dunpork's fat ass back into the ring, whenever he tries running from the Alley Ratz. Though, he might have to butter those hips in order to get out of the ring, first.
Killer Kong
Far as I'm concerned, if either member of the Sports Nutz try leaving early, we've got liscense to beat their hides. Better believe we're going to give them a hell of a beating, too.
Gambler
Don't overlook the other lumberjacks. They've got stakes in this match, too.
Mauler
Yeah...we have to worry about has-beens & never-weres from baseball & football, some roid-monkeys & some tubby, winded morons who can't even climb into the ring. oh, then there's also Ahmed Johnson. Far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to fear but fear itself.....and running out of ice-cold beer.
The rest of the Destruction Crew chimes in as Gambler hangs his head, muttering under his breathe. Gambler heads back to the Silverado as the scene comes to an end.
