Slice
02-17-2008, 07:43 AM
(Continued from VV Tag Team Championship RP)
Scott: We gotta think about this.
Scott and Thomas huddle and murmur.
Jake: Haha, gay huddle.
A bar patron puts a quarter in the jukebox and an old Wild West bar type song starts playing.
Jack: Oeh, I love this one!
Jake: Yeah, yer not gonna get many jukeboxes with that song in ‘em.
Scott and Thomas turn to face the BRB again.
Scott & Thomas in unison: A Bar Room Brawl.
Everyone in the bar suddenly stops moving and gasps loudly. The jukebox stops abruptly.
The BRB look at the JESTers seriously. Jack and Jake slowly get up, then point at them.
Jack & Jake: … AAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Everyone in the bar starts laughing. The bartender literally falls down chuckling.
Jack: What are you, high?
Jake: What, aren’t we like, three and oh against you two?
Thomas: Like the band?
Everyone in the bar abruptly stops laughing.
Scott: Shut up, Thomas.
Jack: You DO realize our name has the words Bar Room Brawl in it?
Scott: Does- does brawler really count as brawl?
Jake: Well I guess if you want to get TECHNICAL, no, but I mean there’s brawl in brawler…
Scott: But if a woman is pregnant and she has cancer, that doesn’t mean that the child that is in her has cancer.
Jake: Nice analogy.
Scott: Thank you.
Jake: However, studies show that-
Jack: HEY! What is wrong with you two? What is this, Tea time?
Scott and Jake (in a sad tone): Noooo.
The camera cuts to an English father and son sitting at the bar with tea in front of them, looking surprised. The man gets up.
Father: Let’s go, son.
Son: But FATHER!
Father: Oliver! None of your lip! You heard the nice man!
Son: Fine.
They get up and walk out of the bar. The camera cuts back to the BRB and the JESTers who are looking at the exit where the father and son just left, with confused looks on their faces. They then look back at each other.
Thomas: ANYWHO…
Scott: Right, the match. You accept?
Jack: But why would you want to face us in our own match? You can’t even beat us in normal matches!
Jake: Yeah, you looking to go down your buddy’s road and get trashed in your opponent’s own match??
Thomas: Ok look, first of all, about those matches… we had something in our eye.
Scott: Yeah, and we couldn’t concentrate.
Thomas: And B, we choose this match to make up for our losses.
Scott: Yeah, if we beat you, that’ll prove that we WERE just having off nights.
Thomas: We will win this match… to get our dignity back. And your respect.
Jake: Our respect? Pfffff, what is this, college?!
The camera cuts to a couple of teenagers sitting next to a metal band (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_%28band%29) that’s setting up, and they’re all looking over at the BRB and JESTers.
Band members (in unison): Alright kids, time to go.
Guys: But Father!
Band: You heard the wrestler.
The college students get up and walk out of the bar looking depressed. The camera cuts back to the four wrestlers, who are watching the students leave.
Jack: This is getting freaky.
Scott: Indeed.
Jake: I agree.
Thomas: Hey, did you just drink my beer while I was looking at that totally unrehearsed development?
Jack: No.
Jack lets out a huge belch.
Thomas: I see.
Jake: Anyway, if Stevens approves, we’re fine with a bar room brawl. I’d say it’ll be a shame to give you the beating of your lives, but we’ve already done it about three or four times so we’re kinda getting used to it.
Scott: Oh, we were just going easy on you and letting you win so you could feel how it feels to hold gold again.
Thomas: Yeah!
Jake: Settle down, settle down.
Jack: Which bar, by the way?
Jake: I hope not this one. It’s too clean.
Jack: Yeah, I bet nobody’d bat an eyelash if a PRIEST were to walk in here.
Scott: Hahaha, yeah. Even though that’s crazy, I mean, clergy people have no business being in a bar!
The camera cuts to a priest and two nuns sitting at the bar, looking over at the wrestlers.
Priest: You heard international wrestling sensation Scott Jones.
Nuns: But Father!
Father: Uh, me, or…?
The priest points upwards and a light shines down as a holy sound plays briefly.
Nun #1: Uh, no, we meant you.
Nun #2: Yeah.
Priest: Oh, yes, of course. But no buts!
Nun #2: But you just-
Father: HUSH!
The two nuns walk out of the bar slowly and looking rejected, followed by the priest. The camera cuts back to the group who are looking astonished. They then look back at each other.
Jack: “International wrestling sensation Scott Jones”?
Thomas: Yeah, seriously?
Scott: Whaaat? I mean I figured since we were paying ‘em to say stuff anyway…
Thomas: Alright enough with the father jokes, it’s getting pointless and ridiculous.
Jack: Pointless and ridiculous? You mean like you two thinking you even have the slightest chance at beating us at Valentine Vendetta?
Scott: Oh that’s it!
The JESTers get up and angrily stare at the BRB who also get up.
Jack: TIME OUT!
Everyone stops moving. Jack turns and looks directly into the camera.
Jack: What a crazy situation! Can the JESTers overcome the odds at the double V PPV? Will they get beaten again tonight, crushing their spirit as we enter the Pay per view? Was I the one who drank Williams’ beer? Stay tuned and find out! Back to you, Mike and Jason!
The scene goes back to Mike Daniels and Jason Styles at the arena as Mike is chuckling.
Mike: Have you ever seen such a rivalry? This kind of sportsmanship is impressive!
Styles: Right… THAT’s the word… anyways, we gotta take another break, stayed tuned to WcE Primetime!
Scott: We gotta think about this.
Scott and Thomas huddle and murmur.
Jake: Haha, gay huddle.
A bar patron puts a quarter in the jukebox and an old Wild West bar type song starts playing.
Jack: Oeh, I love this one!
Jake: Yeah, yer not gonna get many jukeboxes with that song in ‘em.
Scott and Thomas turn to face the BRB again.
Scott & Thomas in unison: A Bar Room Brawl.
Everyone in the bar suddenly stops moving and gasps loudly. The jukebox stops abruptly.
The BRB look at the JESTers seriously. Jack and Jake slowly get up, then point at them.
Jack & Jake: … AAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Everyone in the bar starts laughing. The bartender literally falls down chuckling.
Jack: What are you, high?
Jake: What, aren’t we like, three and oh against you two?
Thomas: Like the band?
Everyone in the bar abruptly stops laughing.
Scott: Shut up, Thomas.
Jack: You DO realize our name has the words Bar Room Brawl in it?
Scott: Does- does brawler really count as brawl?
Jake: Well I guess if you want to get TECHNICAL, no, but I mean there’s brawl in brawler…
Scott: But if a woman is pregnant and she has cancer, that doesn’t mean that the child that is in her has cancer.
Jake: Nice analogy.
Scott: Thank you.
Jake: However, studies show that-
Jack: HEY! What is wrong with you two? What is this, Tea time?
Scott and Jake (in a sad tone): Noooo.
The camera cuts to an English father and son sitting at the bar with tea in front of them, looking surprised. The man gets up.
Father: Let’s go, son.
Son: But FATHER!
Father: Oliver! None of your lip! You heard the nice man!
Son: Fine.
They get up and walk out of the bar. The camera cuts back to the BRB and the JESTers who are looking at the exit where the father and son just left, with confused looks on their faces. They then look back at each other.
Thomas: ANYWHO…
Scott: Right, the match. You accept?
Jack: But why would you want to face us in our own match? You can’t even beat us in normal matches!
Jake: Yeah, you looking to go down your buddy’s road and get trashed in your opponent’s own match??
Thomas: Ok look, first of all, about those matches… we had something in our eye.
Scott: Yeah, and we couldn’t concentrate.
Thomas: And B, we choose this match to make up for our losses.
Scott: Yeah, if we beat you, that’ll prove that we WERE just having off nights.
Thomas: We will win this match… to get our dignity back. And your respect.
Jake: Our respect? Pfffff, what is this, college?!
The camera cuts to a couple of teenagers sitting next to a metal band (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_%28band%29) that’s setting up, and they’re all looking over at the BRB and JESTers.
Band members (in unison): Alright kids, time to go.
Guys: But Father!
Band: You heard the wrestler.
The college students get up and walk out of the bar looking depressed. The camera cuts back to the four wrestlers, who are watching the students leave.
Jack: This is getting freaky.
Scott: Indeed.
Jake: I agree.
Thomas: Hey, did you just drink my beer while I was looking at that totally unrehearsed development?
Jack: No.
Jack lets out a huge belch.
Thomas: I see.
Jake: Anyway, if Stevens approves, we’re fine with a bar room brawl. I’d say it’ll be a shame to give you the beating of your lives, but we’ve already done it about three or four times so we’re kinda getting used to it.
Scott: Oh, we were just going easy on you and letting you win so you could feel how it feels to hold gold again.
Thomas: Yeah!
Jake: Settle down, settle down.
Jack: Which bar, by the way?
Jake: I hope not this one. It’s too clean.
Jack: Yeah, I bet nobody’d bat an eyelash if a PRIEST were to walk in here.
Scott: Hahaha, yeah. Even though that’s crazy, I mean, clergy people have no business being in a bar!
The camera cuts to a priest and two nuns sitting at the bar, looking over at the wrestlers.
Priest: You heard international wrestling sensation Scott Jones.
Nuns: But Father!
Father: Uh, me, or…?
The priest points upwards and a light shines down as a holy sound plays briefly.
Nun #1: Uh, no, we meant you.
Nun #2: Yeah.
Priest: Oh, yes, of course. But no buts!
Nun #2: But you just-
Father: HUSH!
The two nuns walk out of the bar slowly and looking rejected, followed by the priest. The camera cuts back to the group who are looking astonished. They then look back at each other.
Jack: “International wrestling sensation Scott Jones”?
Thomas: Yeah, seriously?
Scott: Whaaat? I mean I figured since we were paying ‘em to say stuff anyway…
Thomas: Alright enough with the father jokes, it’s getting pointless and ridiculous.
Jack: Pointless and ridiculous? You mean like you two thinking you even have the slightest chance at beating us at Valentine Vendetta?
Scott: Oh that’s it!
The JESTers get up and angrily stare at the BRB who also get up.
Jack: TIME OUT!
Everyone stops moving. Jack turns and looks directly into the camera.
Jack: What a crazy situation! Can the JESTers overcome the odds at the double V PPV? Will they get beaten again tonight, crushing their spirit as we enter the Pay per view? Was I the one who drank Williams’ beer? Stay tuned and find out! Back to you, Mike and Jason!
The scene goes back to Mike Daniels and Jason Styles at the arena as Mike is chuckling.
Mike: Have you ever seen such a rivalry? This kind of sportsmanship is impressive!
Styles: Right… THAT’s the word… anyways, we gotta take another break, stayed tuned to WcE Primetime!