Post by Dustin Delta on Mar 1, 2011 0:42:32 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a backstage area, and standing in view are The CondomBusters. They're talking very quietly with their back facing the camera. As they whisper, Banshee's gaze drifts over to the camera for a split second, and he signals for the cameraman to join them in their small huddle. The camera joins in as they converse.
"Alright, Banshee. The Templar retained their Tag Titles last week on Triumph in that Triple Threat Tag Team Clusterfuck. Which means the Cut Squad and The Wannabes are gonna be sent to the back of the line in terms of a championship match. So who does that put in the perfect position for a match?"
Banshee takes a moment to think. He rubs his chin and stares off into the distance. He slowly begins to nod his head and turns back to Damien.
"Hayden HardKore and Levi Storm?"
Damien shakes his head in disappointment and turns away to take a deep breath. He looks back and signals for Banshee to come in, as if to whisper something. Delyons leans in ear first, and Damien screams.
"NO, YOU IDIOT!"
"Is it Rapton Legaci?"
"No..."
"Then it's gotta be The Fallen Angels, or the Sons of Darkness!"
"NO, YOU IGNORAMUS, IT'S YOU AND ME!"
Banshee's face becomes one of realization. He begins to nod in agreement, and Damien's annoyed scowl becomes a confident smirk. Banshee turns back to Damien, who continues on.
"All we need to do is go to Smarky Smark and kindly request a match with The Templar at Total Carnage later this month. We're in the perfect position. How in the world could he say no?"
"Alright...Kindly and pleasantly..."
The two allies nod as the camera zooms out and makes a slight pan to the left, to reveal the General Manager himself, who is playing around with his iPhone. Damien walks around to the other side of Smarky, and puts an arm around his shoulder. The GM perks up and looks up at the two superstars who have besieged him. Before he can even say anything, Banshee begins his warm-hearted and calm plea.
"YO BITCH! LET US FIGHT THOSE GENERATORS OF FAGGOTRY THAT CALLS THEMSELVES THE TEMPLAR OR WE'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING STERNUM!"
Smarky's eyes widen as Banshee grins and nods, somehow proud of himself for that foolish display. Damien holds his face in his palm and shakes his head solemnly. Smarky turns to Damien, who hesitates momentarily but begins to speak.
"Listen. Smarky. We'd like to get a title shot with The Templar at Total Carnage. Is that possible?"
Smarky Smark thinks it over. He turns away and ponders it, his brain quickly processing the request asked of him. He turns back with a stolid expression.
"No."
Smarky Smark turns his attention back to his cell phone as he returns to whatever he was previously doing. Damien and Banshee stare at him in disbelief. Damien calms himself and tries to negotiate.
"Okay, Smarky. How about this? You're a gambling man right? Of course you are. Now look here. I have a deck of cards. Pull out any card you'd like and place it back in the deck. I'll shuffle the deck and if I can then guess your car correctly, we got the shot. Deal?"
Smarky nodded and pulled a card out of the middle of the deck in Delta's hands. He gazes at it for a second before returning it to the top of the deck. Damien grins and shuffles, hoping the pull off some legerdemain and earn the championship bout. He scans the playing cards and pulls out a King of Spades.
"We'll be taking our title shots to go."
laughs and shakes his head. He explains that the card the young Floridian is holding isn't his card. Flicking his wrist. an Ace of Diamonds flies out of his sleeves and the General Manager shows it off to the duo.
"THIS was my card. You lose...So get out of my office."
Smarky Smark chuckles as he holds the card in between his index and middle fingers. Jake Diamond steps into the shot and picks up the card. He looks from Damien and Banshee and smiles.
"Guess you guys just don't have the luck of the draw."
Jake walks out of the office. Kabul and Beast stand over The CondomBusters, a detrimental glare being cast from their eyes. They follow the New Age Champion, leaving Damien and Delyons alone with Smarky Smark. The Busters begin to leave. Just as they reach the doorway, Smarky looks up and calls out.
"You know, I would've just given you the shot after Banshee's threat."
Damien looks back with an angered scowl, with goes from Smarky to Delyons, who is smirking happily. Delta shakes his head, enraged, as they walk out of the shot and everything fades to black.
"Alright, Banshee. The Templar retained their Tag Titles last week on Triumph in that Triple Threat Tag Team Clusterfuck. Which means the Cut Squad and The Wannabes are gonna be sent to the back of the line in terms of a championship match. So who does that put in the perfect position for a match?"
Banshee takes a moment to think. He rubs his chin and stares off into the distance. He slowly begins to nod his head and turns back to Damien.
"Hayden HardKore and Levi Storm?"
Damien shakes his head in disappointment and turns away to take a deep breath. He looks back and signals for Banshee to come in, as if to whisper something. Delyons leans in ear first, and Damien screams.
"NO, YOU IDIOT!"
"Is it Rapton Legaci?"
"No..."
"Then it's gotta be The Fallen Angels, or the Sons of Darkness!"
"NO, YOU IGNORAMUS, IT'S YOU AND ME!"
Banshee's face becomes one of realization. He begins to nod in agreement, and Damien's annoyed scowl becomes a confident smirk. Banshee turns back to Damien, who continues on.
"All we need to do is go to Smarky Smark and kindly request a match with The Templar at Total Carnage later this month. We're in the perfect position. How in the world could he say no?"
"Alright...Kindly and pleasantly..."
The two allies nod as the camera zooms out and makes a slight pan to the left, to reveal the General Manager himself, who is playing around with his iPhone. Damien walks around to the other side of Smarky, and puts an arm around his shoulder. The GM perks up and looks up at the two superstars who have besieged him. Before he can even say anything, Banshee begins his warm-hearted and calm plea.
"YO BITCH! LET US FIGHT THOSE GENERATORS OF FAGGOTRY THAT CALLS THEMSELVES THE TEMPLAR OR WE'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING STERNUM!"
Smarky's eyes widen as Banshee grins and nods, somehow proud of himself for that foolish display. Damien holds his face in his palm and shakes his head solemnly. Smarky turns to Damien, who hesitates momentarily but begins to speak.
"Listen. Smarky. We'd like to get a title shot with The Templar at Total Carnage. Is that possible?"
Smarky Smark thinks it over. He turns away and ponders it, his brain quickly processing the request asked of him. He turns back with a stolid expression.
"No."
Smarky Smark turns his attention back to his cell phone as he returns to whatever he was previously doing. Damien and Banshee stare at him in disbelief. Damien calms himself and tries to negotiate.
"Okay, Smarky. How about this? You're a gambling man right? Of course you are. Now look here. I have a deck of cards. Pull out any card you'd like and place it back in the deck. I'll shuffle the deck and if I can then guess your car correctly, we got the shot. Deal?"
Smarky nodded and pulled a card out of the middle of the deck in Delta's hands. He gazes at it for a second before returning it to the top of the deck. Damien grins and shuffles, hoping the pull off some legerdemain and earn the championship bout. He scans the playing cards and pulls out a King of Spades.
"We'll be taking our title shots to go."
laughs and shakes his head. He explains that the card the young Floridian is holding isn't his card. Flicking his wrist. an Ace of Diamonds flies out of his sleeves and the General Manager shows it off to the duo.
"THIS was my card. You lose...So get out of my office."
Smarky Smark chuckles as he holds the card in between his index and middle fingers. Jake Diamond steps into the shot and picks up the card. He looks from Damien and Banshee and smiles.
"Guess you guys just don't have the luck of the draw."
Jake walks out of the office. Kabul and Beast stand over The CondomBusters, a detrimental glare being cast from their eyes. They follow the New Age Champion, leaving Damien and Delyons alone with Smarky Smark. The Busters begin to leave. Just as they reach the doorway, Smarky looks up and calls out.
"You know, I would've just given you the shot after Banshee's threat."
Damien looks back with an angered scowl, with goes from Smarky to Delyons, who is smirking happily. Delta shakes his head, enraged, as they walk out of the shot and everything fades to black.