Post by Brett Blaze on Aug 30, 2010 16:07:46 GMT -5
The camera pans the area which appears to be completely empty. Suddenly one of the doors to the side rooms opens and out walks Johnny Dreamer. He is wearing a pair of grey sweats and and a black tank top. He rubs his shaved head as he notices the camera. He walks over to the nearest weight bench and sits down.
Dreamer: Shawn... Shawn... Shawn... What is the matter with you? You aren't going soft on us are you? Massages when you should be preparing for your big tag match? No.. No.. No. Is that little blue haired friend of yours sucking the manliness out of you? I remember the days of watching you work that made me envy you. Now I can't help, but pity you. I mean you and Stan had a history with violence that knows no equal. Now it looks like what doesn't kill no longer makes you stronger.
Dreamer stops long enough to lay back on the bench and throw his left arm over his eyes.
Dreamer: Boys get a grip. Stan, don't even get me started on that boy. Does he realize how many laws he has broken in the last year or two? It's just pathetic that those two can't see eye to eye for just a second. And this so called "family" askes me why I don't return phone calls, don't attend reunions, don't write, and don't want anything to do with them. I think by what's going on it should be obvious. A band of wild crap throwing, flying monkeys would be better blood ties.
Dreamer stops again and sits back up. He glares at the camera and changes topics as if talking too much about his family would rot his brain.
Dreamer: Have you seen what the world is coming to? What the American is becoming? Land of the free? Land of the free to do whatever the Hell the president and congress tells us we can do is more like it. That and have you seen the people from this so called "beautiful" country? Fat, slobs that eat junk that rots the teeth and muscles out of your body. I can't believe I agreed to come back to this disease ridden, shit-hole.
Dreamer stops again and takes a deep breath, following the flow of oxygen with his hands. In and out. In and out. He lets out a low chuckle to himself, just barely heard.
Dreamer: It's funny. I once went by "The Women's Wildest Dream", but I never in my worst nightmares imagined coming back to America or trying to keep Stan and Shawn off each other's throats.
Dreamer stops again and looks up just in time to see someone walk through the main door to the gym. He rolls his eyes as he almost instantly recognizes their face.
TBC: Shawn, Stan, or KaHlan
Dreamer: Shawn... Shawn... Shawn... What is the matter with you? You aren't going soft on us are you? Massages when you should be preparing for your big tag match? No.. No.. No. Is that little blue haired friend of yours sucking the manliness out of you? I remember the days of watching you work that made me envy you. Now I can't help, but pity you. I mean you and Stan had a history with violence that knows no equal. Now it looks like what doesn't kill no longer makes you stronger.
Dreamer stops long enough to lay back on the bench and throw his left arm over his eyes.
Dreamer: Boys get a grip. Stan, don't even get me started on that boy. Does he realize how many laws he has broken in the last year or two? It's just pathetic that those two can't see eye to eye for just a second. And this so called "family" askes me why I don't return phone calls, don't attend reunions, don't write, and don't want anything to do with them. I think by what's going on it should be obvious. A band of wild crap throwing, flying monkeys would be better blood ties.
Dreamer stops again and sits back up. He glares at the camera and changes topics as if talking too much about his family would rot his brain.
Dreamer: Have you seen what the world is coming to? What the American is becoming? Land of the free? Land of the free to do whatever the Hell the president and congress tells us we can do is more like it. That and have you seen the people from this so called "beautiful" country? Fat, slobs that eat junk that rots the teeth and muscles out of your body. I can't believe I agreed to come back to this disease ridden, shit-hole.
Dreamer stops again and takes a deep breath, following the flow of oxygen with his hands. In and out. In and out. He lets out a low chuckle to himself, just barely heard.
Dreamer: It's funny. I once went by "The Women's Wildest Dream", but I never in my worst nightmares imagined coming back to America or trying to keep Stan and Shawn off each other's throats.
Dreamer stops again and looks up just in time to see someone walk through the main door to the gym. He rolls his eyes as he almost instantly recognizes their face.
TBC: Shawn, Stan, or KaHlan