Post by bohannon on Sept 19, 2016 22:25:30 GMT -5
[The scene opens at a local bar. On one of the TV’s, they are showing NAW highlights. The Armenian Beast's latest promo has just ended. Bohannon and Stone are still staring at the screen. Their jaws hang open – dumbfounded – neither man saying a word. Finally Bohannon breaks the silence.]
Bohannon: “Was I just represented by Skeletor?”
Stone: “I think you were.”
Bohannon sits back for a moment, trying to process what he has just seen.
Bohannon: “I'm not 100% sure that he realizes that when you rip human body parts off, you can't pop them back in and play again.”
Stone: “The armor might not be a bad idea.”
[Bohannon nods his head, then calls the waitress to bring them another round.]
Bohannon: “Did you see what he did to that Alpaca? That was disturbing.”
Stone: “The Alpaca? How about the zebra? When is the last time you saw someone riding a zebra?”
Bohannon: “He's hairier than both of them combined!
Stone: “Maybe you should shave his beard and make a sweater out of it?”
Bohannon: “I'm not touching that thing. That thing is like a yard in West Virginia. You cut that thing and you might find a car...or worse.”
[The waitress brings them their beers and Bohannon tips her.]
Bohannon: “So, looks like you've got your own madman to deal with this week.”
Stone: “Something sure seems to have lit a fire under his ass.”
Bohannon: “I guess it's you. I listened to what he had to say, but I'll be damned if I could make any sense of it.”
Stone: “Did he call me a cancer?”
Bohannon: “Indeed he did. I'm not sure he knows what that means.”
Stone: “Maybe he thinks it's my zodiac sign?”
Bohannon: “Anything is possible with him. He's like this, you know. He gets fired up, busts his butt for a few weeks, has a couple of really good matches, then sinks back into mediocrity for the next few months. The man simply lacks direction.”
Stone: “Was he like this when his cousin was here?”
Bohannon: “Yeah, so was his cousin. They are both very good wrestlers, but they can never stay focused long enough to sustain anything.”
[The waitress brings two shots to the table and sets them down. Bohannon looks puzzled.]
Bohannon: “We didn't order these.”
[The waitress answers him.]
Waitress: “I know. He did.”
[The waitress points across the bar. Through the smoke, it's impossible to see who she's pointing to...but Bohannon recognizes the source. A funny look comes across his face.]
Bohannon: “Interesting.”
Stone: “That's about the last person I expected to see here tonight.”
[They both apprehensively raise their glasses to the unknown person and they toss them back.]
Stone: “Hey, check this out.”
[Stone pulls something out of his hoodie.]
Bohannon: “You didn't.”
Stone: “Yeah I did!”
[Stone unrolls...a Vano mask.]
Bohannon: “You can't be serious.”
Stone: “You heard it yourself. He no hit Vano.”
Bohannon: “Vano is a foot taller than me, and weighs 100 pounds more than me.”
Stone: “Yeah, but you're 6 feet taller, 237 pounds heavier, and not blue, and he couldn't tell the difference between you and Skeletor.”
Bohannon: “I'm definitely not wearing a Skeletor mask, that's for damn sure.”
[Stone passes the mask to Bohannon...who after considering it for a moment, passes it back.]
Bohannon: “Nah, I can't imagine that would end well.”
[Stone just shrugs. Bohannon pays the tab and they stand up.]
Bohannon: “I guess we'd better go see what we did to deserve those drinks.”
Stone: “I smell a rat.”
Bohannon: “You and me both. But, if they made a trip down here to high society just to see us, we should at least find out what they want”
[The two members of the Mid South Syndicate slowly disappear into the smokey haze, headed to the other side of the bar. The camera watches them go, fading out before it can be determined who they are going to see, and why.]
Bohannon: “Was I just represented by Skeletor?”
Stone: “I think you were.”
Bohannon sits back for a moment, trying to process what he has just seen.
Bohannon: “I'm not 100% sure that he realizes that when you rip human body parts off, you can't pop them back in and play again.”
Stone: “The armor might not be a bad idea.”
[Bohannon nods his head, then calls the waitress to bring them another round.]
Bohannon: “Did you see what he did to that Alpaca? That was disturbing.”
Stone: “The Alpaca? How about the zebra? When is the last time you saw someone riding a zebra?”
Bohannon: “He's hairier than both of them combined!
Stone: “Maybe you should shave his beard and make a sweater out of it?”
Bohannon: “I'm not touching that thing. That thing is like a yard in West Virginia. You cut that thing and you might find a car...or worse.”
[The waitress brings them their beers and Bohannon tips her.]
Bohannon: “So, looks like you've got your own madman to deal with this week.”
Stone: “Something sure seems to have lit a fire under his ass.”
Bohannon: “I guess it's you. I listened to what he had to say, but I'll be damned if I could make any sense of it.”
Stone: “Did he call me a cancer?”
Bohannon: “Indeed he did. I'm not sure he knows what that means.”
Stone: “Maybe he thinks it's my zodiac sign?”
Bohannon: “Anything is possible with him. He's like this, you know. He gets fired up, busts his butt for a few weeks, has a couple of really good matches, then sinks back into mediocrity for the next few months. The man simply lacks direction.”
Stone: “Was he like this when his cousin was here?”
Bohannon: “Yeah, so was his cousin. They are both very good wrestlers, but they can never stay focused long enough to sustain anything.”
[The waitress brings two shots to the table and sets them down. Bohannon looks puzzled.]
Bohannon: “We didn't order these.”
[The waitress answers him.]
Waitress: “I know. He did.”
[The waitress points across the bar. Through the smoke, it's impossible to see who she's pointing to...but Bohannon recognizes the source. A funny look comes across his face.]
Bohannon: “Interesting.”
Stone: “That's about the last person I expected to see here tonight.”
[They both apprehensively raise their glasses to the unknown person and they toss them back.]
Stone: “Hey, check this out.”
[Stone pulls something out of his hoodie.]
Bohannon: “You didn't.”
Stone: “Yeah I did!”
[Stone unrolls...a Vano mask.]
Bohannon: “You can't be serious.”
Stone: “You heard it yourself. He no hit Vano.”
Bohannon: “Vano is a foot taller than me, and weighs 100 pounds more than me.”
Stone: “Yeah, but you're 6 feet taller, 237 pounds heavier, and not blue, and he couldn't tell the difference between you and Skeletor.”
Bohannon: “I'm definitely not wearing a Skeletor mask, that's for damn sure.”
[Stone passes the mask to Bohannon...who after considering it for a moment, passes it back.]
Bohannon: “Nah, I can't imagine that would end well.”
[Stone just shrugs. Bohannon pays the tab and they stand up.]
Bohannon: “I guess we'd better go see what we did to deserve those drinks.”
Stone: “I smell a rat.”
Bohannon: “You and me both. But, if they made a trip down here to high society just to see us, we should at least find out what they want”
[The two members of the Mid South Syndicate slowly disappear into the smokey haze, headed to the other side of the bar. The camera watches them go, fading out before it can be determined who they are going to see, and why.]