Post by TPK on Jan 14, 2011 23:04:36 GMT -5
The scene opens in the locker room shared by Roadkill and their EVO Season 2 Rookie Big Bubba. Bubba is sitting on the couch casually tossing playing cards into a hat while Thomas Walker looks on intently. The door opens a few brief moments later and GHW Interviewer Charlie Coors walks in, Thomas and Bubba pay him no mind as he plops onto the couch next to the EVO Rookie.
Coors: Gentlemen, a moment of your time. Firstly...wha, what are you doing?
Bubba: The fuck Coors, you don't have eyes? Can't you say i'm in training here?
Charlie, perplexed by this response, raises an eyebrow and looks over at Thomas who cracks a grin, Coors shakes his head and then looks back over to the man sitting next to him. Bubba, sternly focused on the task at hand continues to casually toss playing cards at the nearby hat.
Coors: Training? Training for what? Looks to me like you are just sitting here...throwing cards into a hat.
Bubb: You think it's SOOO easy to get the cards in the hat, HUH!? Why don't you give it a try you city slickin' bastard. If we was down in Rhode Island i'd kick your ass!
Coors: Down in...what are you...
Charlie's stammering throws Bubba's concentration, Bubba stops his card throwing for a moment and slowly pivots his head to face Charlie. Before any harm can be done however Thomas Walker intervenes.
Thomas: HEY! CHARLES! What in the hell do you think you're doing?
Coors: Just getting a few...
Thomas: Nah nah nah, don't distract the boy. He's in the most intense training scheme imaginable, you trying to fuck that up? Who sent you?
Before Coors can say anything Thomas pushes away from the wall and makes his way quickly towards him, this is enough of a scare to send Coors running out the door. Just as he exits the room James Walker walks in, almost getting hit by Coors. James walks in and holds a bucket of KFC chicken up before walking to a nearby table and sitting it down.
James:Alright boy, time to start your diet...now I want you to eat this whole bucket. And if you give me any lip so help me...hold on, Tom you done simulation training yet?
Thomas: Nah, not yet. Still doing the hat thing, but let's not bust out the sim just yet. After all, the diet is more important.
James: Yeah, ok fine. But know one thing Bubba, this is just a start. Kid stuff compared to what we got planned. We start early, like two thirty early. Got your alarm set Bubba.
Bubba: Yeah, but...
Thomas: But, but, but what?
Bubba: Damn, two thirty in the afternoon is fuckin early! Specially since you guys got me up til like nine thirty training.
James: Yeah? Well, guess what. For that, we are adding onto your diet, yeah...that's right you now have to eat an entire side of mashed potatoes and gravy.
Thomas: And don't think this excuses you from getting your lap dance ya little shit.
Bubba, fighting his grin, looks at his two trainers and feigns disappointment. He sighs convincingly and begins munching away on his "diet" of Extra Crispy KFC Chicken. He looks at Thomas, and then to James.
Bubba: Yes sirs.
Thomas and James have a quick game of paper, rock, scissors. The scene finally comes to an end as Thomas, having lost, leaves the locker room. Thomas leaves on a mission, to get mashed potatoes and gravy, and a shit load of singles for the super hot strippers Roadkill and Bubba will undoubtedly encounter later that night. Moments after the screen fades to black however a voice is heard...
Bubba:If I'm not neck deep in cunt by the time the nights through I'm killing myself, I'm serious this time.
James: Hell, you won't have to worry about that. Because if you're not "I'll" do it for you.
Bubba: Damn, you really do care.
EoT
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Coors: Gentlemen, a moment of your time. Firstly...wha, what are you doing?
Bubba: The fuck Coors, you don't have eyes? Can't you say i'm in training here?
Charlie, perplexed by this response, raises an eyebrow and looks over at Thomas who cracks a grin, Coors shakes his head and then looks back over to the man sitting next to him. Bubba, sternly focused on the task at hand continues to casually toss playing cards at the nearby hat.
Coors: Training? Training for what? Looks to me like you are just sitting here...throwing cards into a hat.
Bubb: You think it's SOOO easy to get the cards in the hat, HUH!? Why don't you give it a try you city slickin' bastard. If we was down in Rhode Island i'd kick your ass!
Coors: Down in...what are you...
Charlie's stammering throws Bubba's concentration, Bubba stops his card throwing for a moment and slowly pivots his head to face Charlie. Before any harm can be done however Thomas Walker intervenes.
Thomas: HEY! CHARLES! What in the hell do you think you're doing?
Coors: Just getting a few...
Thomas: Nah nah nah, don't distract the boy. He's in the most intense training scheme imaginable, you trying to fuck that up? Who sent you?
Before Coors can say anything Thomas pushes away from the wall and makes his way quickly towards him, this is enough of a scare to send Coors running out the door. Just as he exits the room James Walker walks in, almost getting hit by Coors. James walks in and holds a bucket of KFC chicken up before walking to a nearby table and sitting it down.
James:Alright boy, time to start your diet...now I want you to eat this whole bucket. And if you give me any lip so help me...hold on, Tom you done simulation training yet?
Thomas: Nah, not yet. Still doing the hat thing, but let's not bust out the sim just yet. After all, the diet is more important.
James: Yeah, ok fine. But know one thing Bubba, this is just a start. Kid stuff compared to what we got planned. We start early, like two thirty early. Got your alarm set Bubba.
Bubba: Yeah, but...
Thomas: But, but, but what?
Bubba: Damn, two thirty in the afternoon is fuckin early! Specially since you guys got me up til like nine thirty training.
James: Yeah? Well, guess what. For that, we are adding onto your diet, yeah...that's right you now have to eat an entire side of mashed potatoes and gravy.
Thomas: And don't think this excuses you from getting your lap dance ya little shit.
Bubba, fighting his grin, looks at his two trainers and feigns disappointment. He sighs convincingly and begins munching away on his "diet" of Extra Crispy KFC Chicken. He looks at Thomas, and then to James.
Bubba: Yes sirs.
Thomas and James have a quick game of paper, rock, scissors. The scene finally comes to an end as Thomas, having lost, leaves the locker room. Thomas leaves on a mission, to get mashed potatoes and gravy, and a shit load of singles for the super hot strippers Roadkill and Bubba will undoubtedly encounter later that night. Moments after the screen fades to black however a voice is heard...
Bubba:If I'm not neck deep in cunt by the time the nights through I'm killing myself, I'm serious this time.
James: Hell, you won't have to worry about that. Because if you're not "I'll" do it for you.
Bubba: Damn, you really do care.
EoT
Comments Welcomed
