Post by Mr. Grinch on Nov 20, 2008 13:07:33 GMT -6
*Scene opens with Brenda Price is on location with Devildog at a farm.*
BP-"Double D, where is everyone else?"
DD-"Stank and Cerise are out on a breakfast date and Candy is shopping."
BP-"OH. Why are we on a farm?"
DD-"What is it that over there?"
BP-"It's a longhorn."
DD-"Right. Here me out. The Longhorn. The symbol of Texas. The symbol of Strength. Power. I mean look at those horns Brenda. Would you try to stop the Longhorn while it's on a unpredictable rage?"
BP-"No. I barely want to be on the farm. I'm a city girl."
DD-"Figures. The Longhorn is Beef. It's what's for dinner. Steaks. Burgers. Brisket. Ribs. Roast Beef. Now I don't care for roast beef but the other for is a great barbecue. You know we are building a 5 foot barbecue pit in the backyard. We might get those guys off of the DIY networks to do it for us."
BP-"The two guys from Rock SOlid?"
DD-"YOu're catching on. They called us and asked if we would consider it. Stank said yes so look for us on a future episode."
BP-"That'll be cool. Where are you going with the symbol of the Longhorn?"
DD-"Leather products. JBL's boots. The Undertaker's jacket. The belt around Hellspawn's waste. The straps that are going to be used in the Lumberjack match. 1/8 by 3 1/2 feet of leather wrapped around an athletes' wrist coming down at least 40 miles per hour against naked flesh of the wrestler who is unfortunate to go outside the ring. One strap is not bad but 6 or more in different spots of the body is not my idea of plesantries passed from my fellow cohorts. With that being said, Pac, we are on the preverbial collision course of destruction where the immovable object meets the irresitible object. Big words. A lot of mumbo jumbo. Here's what this means. You cracked a chair against my skull. I'm cracking my knuckles across your face to where you are either going to meet the Code of Silence or catch my Devil's Dust. I don't give a damn if you are a sinner, devil worshipper, or the flunky who gives Dria her weekly pedicure. I'm kicking your ass. Remember this: Devildog means I am coming at you as a vicious dog that has the Devil in him. When the smoke clears and the dust settles, I want you tell me how many lights the gyms after you are left laying there counting. Don't take this beating personal, it's just business!!!"
BP-"Are you finished?"
DD-"Yes dear, I want a steak. You want to catch me and Candy for brunch?"
BP-"YOu treating?"
DD-"I guess."
BP-"There you have it folks. Leather and a free lunch. This is BRenda-"
DD-"Let's go!!!"
*Scene fades to black.*
BP-"Double D, where is everyone else?"
DD-"Stank and Cerise are out on a breakfast date and Candy is shopping."
BP-"OH. Why are we on a farm?"
DD-"What is it that over there?"
BP-"It's a longhorn."
DD-"Right. Here me out. The Longhorn. The symbol of Texas. The symbol of Strength. Power. I mean look at those horns Brenda. Would you try to stop the Longhorn while it's on a unpredictable rage?"
BP-"No. I barely want to be on the farm. I'm a city girl."
DD-"Figures. The Longhorn is Beef. It's what's for dinner. Steaks. Burgers. Brisket. Ribs. Roast Beef. Now I don't care for roast beef but the other for is a great barbecue. You know we are building a 5 foot barbecue pit in the backyard. We might get those guys off of the DIY networks to do it for us."
BP-"The two guys from Rock SOlid?"
DD-"YOu're catching on. They called us and asked if we would consider it. Stank said yes so look for us on a future episode."
BP-"That'll be cool. Where are you going with the symbol of the Longhorn?"
DD-"Leather products. JBL's boots. The Undertaker's jacket. The belt around Hellspawn's waste. The straps that are going to be used in the Lumberjack match. 1/8 by 3 1/2 feet of leather wrapped around an athletes' wrist coming down at least 40 miles per hour against naked flesh of the wrestler who is unfortunate to go outside the ring. One strap is not bad but 6 or more in different spots of the body is not my idea of plesantries passed from my fellow cohorts. With that being said, Pac, we are on the preverbial collision course of destruction where the immovable object meets the irresitible object. Big words. A lot of mumbo jumbo. Here's what this means. You cracked a chair against my skull. I'm cracking my knuckles across your face to where you are either going to meet the Code of Silence or catch my Devil's Dust. I don't give a damn if you are a sinner, devil worshipper, or the flunky who gives Dria her weekly pedicure. I'm kicking your ass. Remember this: Devildog means I am coming at you as a vicious dog that has the Devil in him. When the smoke clears and the dust settles, I want you tell me how many lights the gyms after you are left laying there counting. Don't take this beating personal, it's just business!!!"
BP-"Are you finished?"
DD-"Yes dear, I want a steak. You want to catch me and Candy for brunch?"
BP-"YOu treating?"
DD-"I guess."
BP-"There you have it folks. Leather and a free lunch. This is BRenda-"
DD-"Let's go!!!"
*Scene fades to black.*
