Post by SiMox on Jun 24, 2010 20:51:19 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the image of Simon Sensation and Johnny Moxie, both clad in suits and both looking like they’re going to maybe a business meeting or a party of some sort but where do we find ourselves? Of all places, inside of a classroom and elementary one by the looks of it. Small desks line the room with a large, wooden desk at the front of it. Both SNW stars are standing next to the blackboard on the wall behind the large desk, though and both seem to be snickering and having a good time. As if noticing the camera for the first time, Simon turns to it and grins.
Simon: Hey everyone. it’s your favorite twosome, you’re resident dynamic duo here with some more words of wisdom. You know, Johnny and I have only been back here in SNW for what? I’d say a few months now. And during that time, we’ve seen a lot of ups and downs in and out of the ring for this company. We’ve seen people rise, people fall. We’ve seen people come and people go. But no matter how high the highs have been and how down the lows were, we haven’t seen nothing like what’s going to happen this week at The Main Event. Because for us, this match kind of represents both….a high and a low.
Johnny nods his head and seems to smirk as he leans back against the black board with his arms crossed over his chest and a shitty smirk on his face.
Johnny: The high is obviously the Texas Tag Team titles. Come The Main Event, we’ll have a chance to reach out and grab what we’ve been having our sights set on since we came back. Come The Main Event, we have a shot at showing the world that we are the team, that we are the as kickers and change in the proverbial guard in this company that we say we are. But the low…….and my god, this is one HELL of a low……is that we have to listen to the current champs spew out garbage that in all honesty, stinks worse than any title reign either of them have had and there’s been some pretty damn rotten ones, if you ask me. Cyanide and Reaper, we don’t know what’s going through your minds and we’d rather not know……but it’s obvious that you fear us. It’s obvious that what may happen come The Main Event is going through your minds because I looked and listened to what you had to say toward us and well…….either you two are more shaken than you care to admit or you’re just plain old retarded!
This causes Simon to snicker and shake his head as he reaches down and grabs a stick of chalk from the holder running along the bottom of the chalk board.
Simon: Personally, my bet is on a little bit of both!
He looks up at the camera and a crooked smirk forms on his face as he looks at the camera in silence for a few moments, then nods.
Simon: See, gents. That’s part of why we’re here. We plan on taking you two to school come this weekend, but since you two keep saying that we remind you a feel high schoolers, we thought that we’d come here to a class room and maybe show you well……a few things that you can use in the future. Maybe if you take our advice and learn what we have to teach you, you’ll actually be great and worth a damn like us in the future. Of course, you two have a long way to go. I thought that maybe I’d sit in front of a TV this week and maybe hear something logical from the two of you, but unfortunately it seems like that would have been asking for a miracle and what do you know? I haven’t been praying a whole lot this week! We both sat down, we both gave what you two had to say a listen out of respect to the two of you and out of respect for this match and what it is since the titles are on the line. This is about as far as we got out first glimpse in at it……
He waves to the camera and we see not even a few frame of Reaper and Cyanide just sitting there and then go back to the classroom, where Johnny’s laying on the desk and Simon’s leaning with his head against the board, both presumably asleep until Simon jumps upright with a start and Johnny follows suit, crawling off the desk with a groggy look.
Simon: Really, guys, do you have anything to say that don’t prove us right? Do you have ANYTHING at all on the tip of your tongues that don’t prove us right when we call you two stale, washed up and maybe even throw a remark or two out there questioning your intellect? Because that entire video you threw out there for the world to see was NOTHING but a gigantic infomercial where you showed anyone bored enough to watch that crap just how right Mox and I are when we say what we do about you two.
Johnny nods and looks over toward Simon. As if this is some kind of hint at something, Simon starts scribbling on the board.
Johnny: The first thing that you two need to learn is well…..pay attention to what’s said and thrown out on the old video wire before you two asshats start rambling on. Cyanide, I’m glad that you have an opinion after our one on one encounter a few weeks ago at Onslaught. I’m glad that the match evoked some kind of emotion inside of you, but did you listen to ANY words we said a few days ago, man? The fact of the matter is that we knew that those one on one matches we had against you two were to kind of wet everyone’s appetite for this title match, that they were to really get the ball rolling on this whole situation going into The Main Event, but like we said before…….we don’t put a whole lot of credence into those matches, Cy, you know why? Those were singles matches. This is a tag match. I’m glad you think that the match we had wasn’t worth a whole lot as far as momentum and the like goes for THIS match, because well……we feel the same way and we’ve already thrown it out there for the world to see. It’s not like we’re bragging about anything that happened in those matches that I had with you and Si had with Reap. I’m glad it didn’t hurt your “pride”, Cy, because it certainly didn’t hurt ours either. You two would know that, of course, if your got your heads out of each other’s asses and paid attention!
Simon moves and we see that he had written “pay attention” on the chalk board. He passes the piece of chalk off to Johnny now, who starts to scribble something as Simon looks at the camera with a grin.
Simon: Now, another thing we’ve noticed with the two of you is that when it comes to you listening to what we say is either you two only hear things the way you want or are just too damn dumb to grasp the meaning of what we say. In the HISTORY of this company and it’s tag ranks, no teams even compare to the Dark Ones, Alley Ratz and Xtreme Team. You see, we like to give credit where it’s due and that’s what we’ve done by calling those tandems greats. But what happens? You two seem to have hurt feelings that we didn’t mention you two and have to nit pick through the duos we called greats and find reasons as to why they stink and call us out on our ability to judge talent. Well, this ain’t American Idol, Cy, we’re not bringing in Paula Abdul and Randy Jackson and having ourselves a talent show here. We called the people we did greats because well……they ARE the greats of the Texas Tag title picture’s past. The Dark Ones were the first truly dominant team, the Xtreme Team were the first “people’s champions” of the division and the Ratz have ALWAYS been right there at the top of the division. Of course, I can see why you’re a little uptight about who we think the best ever in this tag division is…..WE DIDN’T MENTION YOU TWO!
Simon snickers and places his hand on his hips as he looks down at the floor for a few seconds and shakes his head as Johnny is still scribbling something down on the chalk board.
Simon: So this isn’t really a question of whether or not this team or that team that we mentioned is actually as good as they claimed, it’s because we didn’t mention YOU two among the best that there’s been. Well, newsflash, guys. This is such a pathetic argument, it’s been such a pathetic bickering contest that you want us to get into. So you two are like brothers? BIG DEAL!
He nods his head toward Johnny, who looks over at him with a smirk.
Simon: You see that man standing in front of me? I TRAINED him. All that he knows, every move that’s in his arsenal and every tactic that the man uses is at his disposal because I put it there. I got him his start in this sport and I molded him into what he is. Cyanide, Reaper, you two may be like family, you may be tight, but Johnny Moxie……he’s like an extension of myself. We compete alike, we talk alike, we fight alike and we think alike. We’re ALWAYS on the same page, jokers, we’re always working together to count the cards and beat the house just like a REAL well oiled unit is supposed to do. So don’t give us this little ego fest that we mentioned the others and not you two. I don’t care how close you are, what you’ve done. The fact of the matter is that this tag division has been so rotten and so flimsy that you two aren’t the “next big things”, you’re more like the next best things. You’ve been running roughshod lately over names that you’ve probably faced damn near a million times in your tenures in this company. Well, boys, that little streak, that lack of competition that you’ve been getting…..it ends this weekend.
Moxie moves aside and we see the word “ego” and then the sentence “get off your high horse” underneath what Simon had wrote earlier. Johnny passes the chalk to Simon, who goes to work writing something down as Johnny smirks and nods several times.
Johnny: I swear to whatever divine entity is out there that listening to you two ramble on made me realize that your combined IQ is less than my shoe size! I mean, I get that you two have been close for a while but to come out and SAY what you said, guys. It really make me feel like SNW management just went to nearest high school, walked in and plucked two special ed students out of their chairs when they signed the two of you to deals. Really, guys, I can deal with an occasional slip up now and then but you two are just so rattled by us, you’re so nerved up that you guys…….you actually did Simon and I a lot of work in helping us prove your ignorance and for that, we thank you two. How about a quick hand for them, Si?
Pausing in writing, Simon claps a few times and follows Johnny’s lead as he does it as well. Chuckling to himself, Johnny runs his right hand through his hair and nods at the camera as Simon goes back to writing on the board.
Johnny: Simon and I are here to capture those Texas Tag Team Championship titles, we’re here to prove you two unfit of hanging on to them, that you two aren’t worthy of having the status that you two hold and what do you do? What comes out of your mouth, Cy? How do you try and justify how why we should look at you two as one of the all time great teams here in SNW? By saying that you two have UNDER a year of experience teaming together. Yep, for all of this talk of you two being family, for all of this talk about how you two are tight, the truth finally came out that you’ve been working with each other for less than twelve months. Now I don’t give a damn if you think that makes you something special, that you were able to beat out teams that have been working together for a while to get the titles and reach the level you’re at……have you been listening to anything we’ve said aside from what you want to hear, boys?
He shakes his head and points at Simon, then buries his index finger into his own chest.
Johnny: We DON’T care about this team and that team. EVER since we’ve come back to this company, we’ve been talking about how weak, how unstable and downright flimsy the tag team picture is here in SNW. How it seems like every team, minus one or two have been in this company for years in some form. How, to be honest, their best days together are behind them. How all of the duos here in this division, compared to us, are weak, obsolete and just outmatched. And how do you reply to that? By saying that you two are tight, that you’re like family and then TOTALLY contradicting yourselves by saying you’ve been together less than a year and then telling how you’ve beaten these teams that were together for a while…..newsflash……we don’t give a damn!
Simon steps aside, revealing the sentence “working smarter > working harder”. He hands the chalk to Johnny, who just stands by a second.
Simon: It’s true boys, it’s not about how hard you work, it’s about how smart you work. But working smart…..I think it’s something you two haven’t done in a while, if ever. It’s not just about what Johnny said, it goes deeper than that. Reaper, you brought up the bickering between the two of you recently. Tell me something, slick, did Johnny and I mention that? Did it even look like we gave a damn about? Hell, we were going to let it rest, we were going to focus our attention on another hand of cards when it came to the two of you, but you had to go and blab. You see, slick, when people like Johnny and I…..who are very astute and on the ball like nobody else in this company is. If we don’t mention something…..it’s probably because it’s not of importance. But not you guys……..you take that stupidity cake and you not only mentioned your disputes, but your two made a big deal out of it.
Simon shakes his head and raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Johnny, who shakes his head as well and begins to write something down.
Simon: I didn’t mention it and I know Mox didn’t. You see, slick, when someone brings something up defensively like you did, Reaper, it usually means that there’s more than meets the eye going on, so what’s wrong, buddy? Is there some friction between you and Cyanide? Are you two just trying to make it seem like you’re on the same page to scare Mox and I? If that’s it, it’s not working. It’s an epic fail, as a matter of fact. Because at the end of this match, when that second bell rings and the smoke has settle on The Main Event, Mox and I will be standing tall with the Texas Tag titles and you two? Oh……no matter what two let on now, you’ll be broken up…..into a million pieces after we get done with you!
Johnny moves aside and reveals the word “DILLIGAF” up on the black board. He hands the chalk over to Simon and eyes what he’d written just now silently and then lets go of a sigh.
Johnny: Another thing that’s been on my mind now with you two is something that Reaper said. Reap, do you honestly think we give a damn about how old the two of you are? Do you think we care that you two…..god forbid……haven’t even reached your primes yet? Newsflash, douche nozzle…….Simon and I? We’re not even thirty yet either! Hell, we’re still in our early twenties! And we’ve both held titles everywhere we’ve gone, we’ve both made an impact wherever we’ve went. You want to know how we plan to compete with you in that department? Because we’re younger than you and it’s true what they say, you know. We’re younger, quicker and just flat out better than you two and we’ll be proving it in the ring come The Main Event.
He stops and the camera switches over to Simon, who has an ace of spades playing card in his hand and smirks at the camera as he throws the chalk over his shoulder.
Simon: Reaper, Cyanide, come this weekend you’ll have more than our words and more than your own proving to the world how much better than you and how more advanced we are. The way I look at it is that come The Main Event, the Texas Tag Team title picture gets an upgrade in the form of SiMox as Champions. And you two can say that we’re jokesters……we like to have a good time and lighten the mood. You can say that we act like this is a gym class, which believe me when I say that IF it was, Mox and I would have you both upside down in the boy’s locker room with your heads in a flushing toilet!
This gets a good chuckle out of Johnny as Simon looks at the card in his hands and then at the camera with raised eyebrows.
Simon: But the one thing you’re wrong about, is that this is a game. Just like a good hand of five card stud, you need to have your eyes on the prize and your mind constantly moving. You’ve got to be thinking about the possible outcomes of things and bet according to what you’re thinking. You two are going all in come The Main Event. You have everything to lose and little to gain and how do you approach it? By being flimsy in your defenses and completely oblivious to us and our thoughts and opinions in your attempts at arguing how better you are than us and making yourselves look like giant asses in the process. This is a game, boys. This is the most high stakes of your careers, of your lives and as far as I’m concerned, it’s a game that you’ve pretty much already lost. Hope you enjoyed this little lesson on reality, gents…….
He throws the card at the camera, causing it to make a clicking sound as the scene goes black instantly.
Simon: Come The Main Event……we’re going to show you two and the world that two kings are always worth more than a pair of jokers!
Simon: Hey everyone. it’s your favorite twosome, you’re resident dynamic duo here with some more words of wisdom. You know, Johnny and I have only been back here in SNW for what? I’d say a few months now. And during that time, we’ve seen a lot of ups and downs in and out of the ring for this company. We’ve seen people rise, people fall. We’ve seen people come and people go. But no matter how high the highs have been and how down the lows were, we haven’t seen nothing like what’s going to happen this week at The Main Event. Because for us, this match kind of represents both….a high and a low.
Johnny nods his head and seems to smirk as he leans back against the black board with his arms crossed over his chest and a shitty smirk on his face.
Johnny: The high is obviously the Texas Tag Team titles. Come The Main Event, we’ll have a chance to reach out and grab what we’ve been having our sights set on since we came back. Come The Main Event, we have a shot at showing the world that we are the team, that we are the as kickers and change in the proverbial guard in this company that we say we are. But the low…….and my god, this is one HELL of a low……is that we have to listen to the current champs spew out garbage that in all honesty, stinks worse than any title reign either of them have had and there’s been some pretty damn rotten ones, if you ask me. Cyanide and Reaper, we don’t know what’s going through your minds and we’d rather not know……but it’s obvious that you fear us. It’s obvious that what may happen come The Main Event is going through your minds because I looked and listened to what you had to say toward us and well…….either you two are more shaken than you care to admit or you’re just plain old retarded!
This causes Simon to snicker and shake his head as he reaches down and grabs a stick of chalk from the holder running along the bottom of the chalk board.
Simon: Personally, my bet is on a little bit of both!
He looks up at the camera and a crooked smirk forms on his face as he looks at the camera in silence for a few moments, then nods.
Simon: See, gents. That’s part of why we’re here. We plan on taking you two to school come this weekend, but since you two keep saying that we remind you a feel high schoolers, we thought that we’d come here to a class room and maybe show you well……a few things that you can use in the future. Maybe if you take our advice and learn what we have to teach you, you’ll actually be great and worth a damn like us in the future. Of course, you two have a long way to go. I thought that maybe I’d sit in front of a TV this week and maybe hear something logical from the two of you, but unfortunately it seems like that would have been asking for a miracle and what do you know? I haven’t been praying a whole lot this week! We both sat down, we both gave what you two had to say a listen out of respect to the two of you and out of respect for this match and what it is since the titles are on the line. This is about as far as we got out first glimpse in at it……
He waves to the camera and we see not even a few frame of Reaper and Cyanide just sitting there and then go back to the classroom, where Johnny’s laying on the desk and Simon’s leaning with his head against the board, both presumably asleep until Simon jumps upright with a start and Johnny follows suit, crawling off the desk with a groggy look.
Simon: Really, guys, do you have anything to say that don’t prove us right? Do you have ANYTHING at all on the tip of your tongues that don’t prove us right when we call you two stale, washed up and maybe even throw a remark or two out there questioning your intellect? Because that entire video you threw out there for the world to see was NOTHING but a gigantic infomercial where you showed anyone bored enough to watch that crap just how right Mox and I are when we say what we do about you two.
Johnny nods and looks over toward Simon. As if this is some kind of hint at something, Simon starts scribbling on the board.
Johnny: The first thing that you two need to learn is well…..pay attention to what’s said and thrown out on the old video wire before you two asshats start rambling on. Cyanide, I’m glad that you have an opinion after our one on one encounter a few weeks ago at Onslaught. I’m glad that the match evoked some kind of emotion inside of you, but did you listen to ANY words we said a few days ago, man? The fact of the matter is that we knew that those one on one matches we had against you two were to kind of wet everyone’s appetite for this title match, that they were to really get the ball rolling on this whole situation going into The Main Event, but like we said before…….we don’t put a whole lot of credence into those matches, Cy, you know why? Those were singles matches. This is a tag match. I’m glad you think that the match we had wasn’t worth a whole lot as far as momentum and the like goes for THIS match, because well……we feel the same way and we’ve already thrown it out there for the world to see. It’s not like we’re bragging about anything that happened in those matches that I had with you and Si had with Reap. I’m glad it didn’t hurt your “pride”, Cy, because it certainly didn’t hurt ours either. You two would know that, of course, if your got your heads out of each other’s asses and paid attention!
Simon moves and we see that he had written “pay attention” on the chalk board. He passes the piece of chalk off to Johnny now, who starts to scribble something as Simon looks at the camera with a grin.
Simon: Now, another thing we’ve noticed with the two of you is that when it comes to you listening to what we say is either you two only hear things the way you want or are just too damn dumb to grasp the meaning of what we say. In the HISTORY of this company and it’s tag ranks, no teams even compare to the Dark Ones, Alley Ratz and Xtreme Team. You see, we like to give credit where it’s due and that’s what we’ve done by calling those tandems greats. But what happens? You two seem to have hurt feelings that we didn’t mention you two and have to nit pick through the duos we called greats and find reasons as to why they stink and call us out on our ability to judge talent. Well, this ain’t American Idol, Cy, we’re not bringing in Paula Abdul and Randy Jackson and having ourselves a talent show here. We called the people we did greats because well……they ARE the greats of the Texas Tag title picture’s past. The Dark Ones were the first truly dominant team, the Xtreme Team were the first “people’s champions” of the division and the Ratz have ALWAYS been right there at the top of the division. Of course, I can see why you’re a little uptight about who we think the best ever in this tag division is…..WE DIDN’T MENTION YOU TWO!
Simon snickers and places his hand on his hips as he looks down at the floor for a few seconds and shakes his head as Johnny is still scribbling something down on the chalk board.
Simon: So this isn’t really a question of whether or not this team or that team that we mentioned is actually as good as they claimed, it’s because we didn’t mention YOU two among the best that there’s been. Well, newsflash, guys. This is such a pathetic argument, it’s been such a pathetic bickering contest that you want us to get into. So you two are like brothers? BIG DEAL!
He nods his head toward Johnny, who looks over at him with a smirk.
Simon: You see that man standing in front of me? I TRAINED him. All that he knows, every move that’s in his arsenal and every tactic that the man uses is at his disposal because I put it there. I got him his start in this sport and I molded him into what he is. Cyanide, Reaper, you two may be like family, you may be tight, but Johnny Moxie……he’s like an extension of myself. We compete alike, we talk alike, we fight alike and we think alike. We’re ALWAYS on the same page, jokers, we’re always working together to count the cards and beat the house just like a REAL well oiled unit is supposed to do. So don’t give us this little ego fest that we mentioned the others and not you two. I don’t care how close you are, what you’ve done. The fact of the matter is that this tag division has been so rotten and so flimsy that you two aren’t the “next big things”, you’re more like the next best things. You’ve been running roughshod lately over names that you’ve probably faced damn near a million times in your tenures in this company. Well, boys, that little streak, that lack of competition that you’ve been getting…..it ends this weekend.
Moxie moves aside and we see the word “ego” and then the sentence “get off your high horse” underneath what Simon had wrote earlier. Johnny passes the chalk to Simon, who goes to work writing something down as Johnny smirks and nods several times.
Johnny: I swear to whatever divine entity is out there that listening to you two ramble on made me realize that your combined IQ is less than my shoe size! I mean, I get that you two have been close for a while but to come out and SAY what you said, guys. It really make me feel like SNW management just went to nearest high school, walked in and plucked two special ed students out of their chairs when they signed the two of you to deals. Really, guys, I can deal with an occasional slip up now and then but you two are just so rattled by us, you’re so nerved up that you guys…….you actually did Simon and I a lot of work in helping us prove your ignorance and for that, we thank you two. How about a quick hand for them, Si?
Pausing in writing, Simon claps a few times and follows Johnny’s lead as he does it as well. Chuckling to himself, Johnny runs his right hand through his hair and nods at the camera as Simon goes back to writing on the board.
Johnny: Simon and I are here to capture those Texas Tag Team Championship titles, we’re here to prove you two unfit of hanging on to them, that you two aren’t worthy of having the status that you two hold and what do you do? What comes out of your mouth, Cy? How do you try and justify how why we should look at you two as one of the all time great teams here in SNW? By saying that you two have UNDER a year of experience teaming together. Yep, for all of this talk of you two being family, for all of this talk about how you two are tight, the truth finally came out that you’ve been working with each other for less than twelve months. Now I don’t give a damn if you think that makes you something special, that you were able to beat out teams that have been working together for a while to get the titles and reach the level you’re at……have you been listening to anything we’ve said aside from what you want to hear, boys?
He shakes his head and points at Simon, then buries his index finger into his own chest.
Johnny: We DON’T care about this team and that team. EVER since we’ve come back to this company, we’ve been talking about how weak, how unstable and downright flimsy the tag team picture is here in SNW. How it seems like every team, minus one or two have been in this company for years in some form. How, to be honest, their best days together are behind them. How all of the duos here in this division, compared to us, are weak, obsolete and just outmatched. And how do you reply to that? By saying that you two are tight, that you’re like family and then TOTALLY contradicting yourselves by saying you’ve been together less than a year and then telling how you’ve beaten these teams that were together for a while…..newsflash……we don’t give a damn!
Simon steps aside, revealing the sentence “working smarter > working harder”. He hands the chalk to Johnny, who just stands by a second.
Simon: It’s true boys, it’s not about how hard you work, it’s about how smart you work. But working smart…..I think it’s something you two haven’t done in a while, if ever. It’s not just about what Johnny said, it goes deeper than that. Reaper, you brought up the bickering between the two of you recently. Tell me something, slick, did Johnny and I mention that? Did it even look like we gave a damn about? Hell, we were going to let it rest, we were going to focus our attention on another hand of cards when it came to the two of you, but you had to go and blab. You see, slick, when people like Johnny and I…..who are very astute and on the ball like nobody else in this company is. If we don’t mention something…..it’s probably because it’s not of importance. But not you guys……..you take that stupidity cake and you not only mentioned your disputes, but your two made a big deal out of it.
Simon shakes his head and raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Johnny, who shakes his head as well and begins to write something down.
Simon: I didn’t mention it and I know Mox didn’t. You see, slick, when someone brings something up defensively like you did, Reaper, it usually means that there’s more than meets the eye going on, so what’s wrong, buddy? Is there some friction between you and Cyanide? Are you two just trying to make it seem like you’re on the same page to scare Mox and I? If that’s it, it’s not working. It’s an epic fail, as a matter of fact. Because at the end of this match, when that second bell rings and the smoke has settle on The Main Event, Mox and I will be standing tall with the Texas Tag titles and you two? Oh……no matter what two let on now, you’ll be broken up…..into a million pieces after we get done with you!
Johnny moves aside and reveals the word “DILLIGAF” up on the black board. He hands the chalk over to Simon and eyes what he’d written just now silently and then lets go of a sigh.
Johnny: Another thing that’s been on my mind now with you two is something that Reaper said. Reap, do you honestly think we give a damn about how old the two of you are? Do you think we care that you two…..god forbid……haven’t even reached your primes yet? Newsflash, douche nozzle…….Simon and I? We’re not even thirty yet either! Hell, we’re still in our early twenties! And we’ve both held titles everywhere we’ve gone, we’ve both made an impact wherever we’ve went. You want to know how we plan to compete with you in that department? Because we’re younger than you and it’s true what they say, you know. We’re younger, quicker and just flat out better than you two and we’ll be proving it in the ring come The Main Event.
He stops and the camera switches over to Simon, who has an ace of spades playing card in his hand and smirks at the camera as he throws the chalk over his shoulder.
Simon: Reaper, Cyanide, come this weekend you’ll have more than our words and more than your own proving to the world how much better than you and how more advanced we are. The way I look at it is that come The Main Event, the Texas Tag Team title picture gets an upgrade in the form of SiMox as Champions. And you two can say that we’re jokesters……we like to have a good time and lighten the mood. You can say that we act like this is a gym class, which believe me when I say that IF it was, Mox and I would have you both upside down in the boy’s locker room with your heads in a flushing toilet!
This gets a good chuckle out of Johnny as Simon looks at the card in his hands and then at the camera with raised eyebrows.
Simon: But the one thing you’re wrong about, is that this is a game. Just like a good hand of five card stud, you need to have your eyes on the prize and your mind constantly moving. You’ve got to be thinking about the possible outcomes of things and bet according to what you’re thinking. You two are going all in come The Main Event. You have everything to lose and little to gain and how do you approach it? By being flimsy in your defenses and completely oblivious to us and our thoughts and opinions in your attempts at arguing how better you are than us and making yourselves look like giant asses in the process. This is a game, boys. This is the most high stakes of your careers, of your lives and as far as I’m concerned, it’s a game that you’ve pretty much already lost. Hope you enjoyed this little lesson on reality, gents…….
He throws the card at the camera, causing it to make a clicking sound as the scene goes black instantly.
Simon: Come The Main Event……we’re going to show you two and the world that two kings are always worth more than a pair of jokers!
