Post by phantomlord on May 29, 2008 1:20:05 GMT -6
We see an officer leading The Cowboy to the processing desk as he's about to be released as no charges are being filed. Johnson is signing the necessary paper work to get his bullrope and cowbell back
Officer: You are very lucky that the old lady decided not to press charges. Swinging around a bullrope and cowbell what were you thinking.
Bob: Oh I don't know officer, maybe the vest, jeans, boots, and hat weren't a big enough clue.
Officer: You know we could easily throw you back in the drunk tank and lose your paper work.
Bob: I do appologize officer.
The officer hands him a paper to sign and hands back his bullrope and cowbell
Officer: Well as of right now you are free to go, please try to avoid any more trouble.
As Bob leaves the station he sees sitting on the hood of his Ford F150 his tag team partner Rowdy Ronnie Yates
Ronnie: Now Bob I know your angry...
Bob: Oh I'm not angry. Matter of fact, I'm gonna do what the good Lord says and forgive and forget. BUT I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, IF YOU EVER PULL THAT HORSESHIT WITH ME AGAIN ME AND YOU WILL BE HAVING WORDS. MAINLY MY RIGHT, LEFT, AND BIG SIZE 15 BOOT UP YOUR ASS.
Ronnie: Relax Bob, save all that hostility for the ring.
Bob: Who are the city slickers we're facing.
Ronnie: Mike LaFontaine and Pat Neely
Bob: WHAT? THOSE SOUND LIKE CANADIANS.
Ronnie: They just might be. You know, the Canadians they walk among us.
Bob: Get in and buckle up boy, we're hauling ass to Onslaught. I ain't gonna let a couple of maple drinkers upstage us in our debut. LETS ROLL RANDY...
Ronnie: It's Ronnie...
Bob: IT'S WHAT EVER I FEEL LIKE CALLING YOU.
They get in and Bob starts the engine and guns it out of the parking lot as the shot fades to black
Officer: You are very lucky that the old lady decided not to press charges. Swinging around a bullrope and cowbell what were you thinking.
Bob: Oh I don't know officer, maybe the vest, jeans, boots, and hat weren't a big enough clue.
Officer: You know we could easily throw you back in the drunk tank and lose your paper work.
Bob: I do appologize officer.
The officer hands him a paper to sign and hands back his bullrope and cowbell
Officer: Well as of right now you are free to go, please try to avoid any more trouble.
As Bob leaves the station he sees sitting on the hood of his Ford F150 his tag team partner Rowdy Ronnie Yates
Ronnie: Now Bob I know your angry...
Bob: Oh I'm not angry. Matter of fact, I'm gonna do what the good Lord says and forgive and forget. BUT I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, IF YOU EVER PULL THAT HORSESHIT WITH ME AGAIN ME AND YOU WILL BE HAVING WORDS. MAINLY MY RIGHT, LEFT, AND BIG SIZE 15 BOOT UP YOUR ASS.
Ronnie: Relax Bob, save all that hostility for the ring.
Bob: Who are the city slickers we're facing.
Ronnie: Mike LaFontaine and Pat Neely
Bob: WHAT? THOSE SOUND LIKE CANADIANS.
Ronnie: They just might be. You know, the Canadians they walk among us.
Bob: Get in and buckle up boy, we're hauling ass to Onslaught. I ain't gonna let a couple of maple drinkers upstage us in our debut. LETS ROLL RANDY...
Ronnie: It's Ronnie...
Bob: IT'S WHAT EVER I FEEL LIKE CALLING YOU.
They get in and Bob starts the engine and guns it out of the parking lot as the shot fades to black