Post by Brad Windsor on May 4, 2009 14:10:01 GMT -5
The screen flashes to life and…
With the theme, the footage of GHW’s World Warz III HIGHLIGHTS kicks in. Hawkeye, shaking his fist up and down in front of his abdominal region in glee, the cocky expression of Daniel Throne, the undisputed champ of GHW with his title collection hanging around his neck like a python, a walking Lilliputian resident with the face of the infamous Trickshot and the rest of the roaster pass by in quick frame shots.
The resonance subsides as the studio and its occupants fade into view. The round and cute, attractive face of a crystal blue eyed Blondie allure the viewers in and the smirk on the handsome, hairy face of the MAWN next to her involuntarily sends a wincing impulse. The newly appointed assistant GM opens his line of tightly curled up pale, red lips:
“Ladies and gentleMAWns, welcome to the show, where the grandest on stage shall be honoured and the defeated SHALL be LAUGHED AT!”
The girl in the pink top looks to her right, rolling her eyes at the expression of her superior and turns back towards the camera lens.
“Hello. I am Miss Ellis and this is-“
“THE AWSOME MARTIN PRINCE!”
“I was gone say-“
“ANYWAY, I was saying …”
Miss Ellis looks down on the pile of paper in front of her, trying in vain to hide the slight blush engulfing her facial colour and regroup her composure.
“Without any introductions, here is the list of the nominees for the SuperMAWn’s family placements.”
“OH, please! This is not a list for the late night Gentlemen’s club! Why the heck do you saying family ‘PLACEMENTS’?”
“Cuz these are placements we’re … What else would you call them THEN!”
“Err, well, positions.”
“Are you serious?”
“STOP FU-“
“SHUSH! Be quite! Don’t say it! We are on air! L-I-V-E show! You don’t want Xantland Asylum seekers running in beating us all up, now do you!?”
“…”
“First nominee, is, hmm…, um Mr. Prince?”
Martin takes a sip from his Coca-Cola can.
“Speak woman.”
“Where is the sheet?”
...
“HAHAHA”
“What are you laughing at!?! I’m being serious, where is the sheet?”
“Say that again.”
“Say what?”
“Where is what?”
“THE SHEEEET! Its not here! From where am I going to-“
“LAWL”
Prince’s head slaps the front of the glass table, him falling in a frenzy of laughter not being able to stop, his face a strong shade of scarlet.
“STOP IT!”
“Lexie … *LOLZ* I don’t *LOLZ* I don’t know where the shit is.”
…
“Very funny.”
“INDEED!”
“Now if you’re done, we have a problem.”
“AW who cares about a, what do you call it, yea shit!?! *lol* here is the first one, Daniel Throne.”
“Trickshot?”
“Just because he is a CO-OWNER don’t mean you have to suck at him 24….SEVEN!”
“I meant he was on the li-“
“ShaWWWn Dreamer!”
“FINE! Sick Nick Mondo.”
“Collin the, err, Red Head Fitzpatrick!”
“Irish Storm!”
“I just said that you GRAMOPHONE!”
“NO you said Re-“
“Black Validation!”
“Blake Valediction!”
“Stop FU-“
“HEY!”
“I was gone say stop FU-“
“I told you sir, this is-“
Prince unceremoniously pulls the stool from beneath the hostess and…
“AWWWWWW”
“F-U-C-K nominees! Here are the WINRARS”!
Coming up and sitting back down on her seat, Lexie Ellis starts fussing with her messed up hair while Prince, shuffles through his papers and grips one out in purpose.”
“Hey, you had it all the while!”
“Of course I had it, you bonehead!”
“Excuse me?!”
“Coffee.”
“Lexie looks at her boss in a totally confused expression.
“GET ME A BLOODY MUG OF COFEE!”
“oh.”
She leaves the scene.
“Now, at number five, the littlun of the family is, wait a minute. LEXIE!!?!!”
A distant response reaches the angered host.
“Yea?”
“WHO put Black Validation on here!?”
Coming back to her stool and placing a huge red, X-force stamped mug in front of Prince:
“Blake Valediction?”
“I said who put him here next to WINTHROP!”
“You wrote the list.”
“I didn’t WRITE THAT, and you were told to edit it!”
“Oh, then it was probably Mr. MD.”
“DIDN’T I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU THAT-“
“Well, what could I have done?! He asked to see the list. I couldn’t say no!”
“Gimme that pen!”
Taking the red pen, MP furiously started engraving lines on the SHEET of paper and after a few seconds…
“There, that is better. Up there alone, at the fifth spot, it’s no other than the mighty Winthrop!”
“Why did you cross Blake out, he was fifth too!”
“Validation wasn’t up there!”
“Yes HE was! MD-“
A meaningful look is thrown towards the woman.
“O…k….”
“At number four-“
“Will you not explain why he got to be number five?”
“ISN’T THAT BLOODY OBVIUOS!?! HE IS AWSOME!”
“…”
“AT NUMBER FOUR, its Collin-“
“Irish Storm-“
“Fitzpatrick.”
Another sidelong glance is thrown.
“Well I just wanted to make sure.”
And she smiles innocently.
“In my view, the guy deserved it.”
“Indeed!”
“Stepping into the ring with the CO-OWNER of this place, and winning is just-“
“Win worthy?”
“Lexie?”
“Yes?”
“SHUT UP!”
“….”
“GOOD. Now why is Collin on here? Simple, HE SMEARED THE MAT WITH the Lilliputian! That on its own is SuperMAWWn’s family worthy, not mentioning that he actually beat our - GOD I LOVE THAT MAN – owner.”
“Let me read the third one.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“NO!”
“I’m warning you!”
“Or else?!”
“You know what!”
“NO I don’t!”
“Oh, Really?”
“Ok, fine! I know what. But I will fire you if you do it!”
“You won’t!”
“I will!”
“NO YOU WON’T!”
“OH, Yes I WILL!”
“MARTIN! LET ME READ THE NEXT NAME!”
“Fine, take it!”
Taking the SHEET of paper from MP, Lexie starts reading.
“What is this?! You wrote a love letter to Xantaxm’s wife!?”
“GIVE ME THAT!!”
Jerking the paper away, MP hands her another sheet, carefully folding and putting away the first piece of paper.
“The third on the list is no other than … martin, you spelled it wrong.”
“I gave you that list to edit bonehead!”
“Well, technically, it’s not written wrong, its just you got the wrong person, here look.”
Leaning over her shoulder, MP takes a quick look.
“No I haven’t. It says Montana.”
“Who is Montana?!”
“That Fighty fighty person dude. Come on, you had to have seen him!”
“A Fighty fighty person called Montana. The only Montana I know is Hannah Montana though!”
“AW FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WOMAN! Nick, who just beat Rurouni this Sunday! How is it you don’t know who he is!?”
“Nick-“
“Yes, Nick Montana.”
Lexie, uncharacteristically slaps her own forehead in disbelieve.
“That is Nick Mondo!”
“Who cares, it started with “M” ammiright?!”
“but-“
“OH, SKIP HIM! NUMBER TWO!”
“I didn’t get the chance to read-“
“That’s your problem!”
Like a wasp diving, the list is ripped from her grasp.
“On the second spot it’s Shawn Dreamer, just because he zipped the mouth of that, what was the specie called again? …. Oh, yea F-Jaggeroth. AND FINALLY, THE BEST OF the crew on that night is no other than-“
“Hawkeye!”
“NO! The best of the crew is-“
“Rurouni!”
“NO! The best of the crew is-“
“D-Money!”
“…”
The cameraman: RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
“Lexie?”
“Yes?”
“I finished my coffee.”
Sighing in embarrassment, Miss Ellis takes the emptied X-force cup and goes out of the scene again.
“And the best, without a shadow of a doubt … IS, yes you are right! DANIEL THRONE! That is because-“
Director: "We are out of time. CUT!"
“WHAT THE F-“
The scene changes instantly to a Bulldog’s especially created promo about something. * Sorry, after reading 999 threads I got bored and couldn’t work out what the promos were actually about.*
END
OOC: Sorry if you see spelling/grammatical errors. Due to lack of time I didn't proof read it.
THE LIST!
1. Daniel Throne
2.Shawn Dreamer
3.Sick Nick Mondo
4.Irish Storm
5.Winthrop/Blake Valediction
HEY
WHAT MAKES A MAN?
IS IT THE POWER IN HIS HANDS?
IS IT HIS QUEST FOR GLORY?
GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT,
TO FIGHT TO THE TOP
SO WE CAN KNOW YOUR STORY
WHAT MAKES A MAN?
IS IT THE POWER IN HIS HANDS?
IS IT HIS QUEST FOR GLORY?
GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT,
TO FIGHT TO THE TOP
SO WE CAN KNOW YOUR STORY
With the theme, the footage of GHW’s World Warz III HIGHLIGHTS kicks in. Hawkeye, shaking his fist up and down in front of his abdominal region in glee, the cocky expression of Daniel Throne, the undisputed champ of GHW with his title collection hanging around his neck like a python, a walking Lilliputian resident with the face of the infamous Trickshot and the rest of the roaster pass by in quick frame shots.
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
A MAN, MAN MAN
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
A MANNY MANNY MAN
A MAN MAN MAN
YOU ARE NOW A MAN
YOU’RE A MAN
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
LIVE IT, LIVE IT
WHAT MAKE A MAN?
IS IT THE WOMAN IN HIS ARMS?
JUST CAUSE SHE HAS BIG TITTIES?
OR IS IT THE WAY HE FIGHTS EVERY DAY?
…NO, IT’S PROBABLY THE TITTIES
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
A MAN, MAN MAN
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
A MANNY MANNY MAN
A MAN MAN MAN
YOU ARE NOW A MAN
YOU’RE A MAN
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
LIVE IT, LIVE IT
WHAT MAKE A MAN?
IS IT THE WOMAN IN HIS ARMS?
JUST CAUSE SHE HAS BIG TITTIES?
OR IS IT THE WAY HE FIGHTS EVERY DAY?
…NO, IT’S PROBABLY THE TITTIES
NOW YOU’RE A MAN
The resonance subsides as the studio and its occupants fade into view. The round and cute, attractive face of a crystal blue eyed Blondie allure the viewers in and the smirk on the handsome, hairy face of the MAWN next to her involuntarily sends a wincing impulse. The newly appointed assistant GM opens his line of tightly curled up pale, red lips:
“Ladies and gentleMAWns, welcome to the show, where the grandest on stage shall be honoured and the defeated SHALL be LAUGHED AT!”
The girl in the pink top looks to her right, rolling her eyes at the expression of her superior and turns back towards the camera lens.
“Hello. I am Miss Ellis and this is-“
“THE AWSOME MARTIN PRINCE!”
“I was gone say-“
“ANYWAY, I was saying …”
Miss Ellis looks down on the pile of paper in front of her, trying in vain to hide the slight blush engulfing her facial colour and regroup her composure.
“Without any introductions, here is the list of the nominees for the SuperMAWn’s family placements.”
“OH, please! This is not a list for the late night Gentlemen’s club! Why the heck do you saying family ‘PLACEMENTS’?”
“Cuz these are placements we’re … What else would you call them THEN!”
“Err, well, positions.”
“Are you serious?”
“STOP FU-“
“SHUSH! Be quite! Don’t say it! We are on air! L-I-V-E show! You don’t want Xantland Asylum seekers running in beating us all up, now do you!?”
“…”
“First nominee, is, hmm…, um Mr. Prince?”
Martin takes a sip from his Coca-Cola can.
“Speak woman.”
“Where is the sheet?”
...
“HAHAHA”
“What are you laughing at!?! I’m being serious, where is the sheet?”
“Say that again.”
“Say what?”
“Where is what?”
“THE SHEEEET! Its not here! From where am I going to-“
“LAWL”
Prince’s head slaps the front of the glass table, him falling in a frenzy of laughter not being able to stop, his face a strong shade of scarlet.
“STOP IT!”
“Lexie … *LOLZ* I don’t *LOLZ* I don’t know where the shit is.”
…
“Very funny.”
“INDEED!”
“Now if you’re done, we have a problem.”
“AW who cares about a, what do you call it, yea shit!?! *lol* here is the first one, Daniel Throne.”
“Trickshot?”
“Just because he is a CO-OWNER don’t mean you have to suck at him 24….SEVEN!”
“I meant he was on the li-“
“ShaWWWn Dreamer!”
“FINE! Sick Nick Mondo.”
“Collin the, err, Red Head Fitzpatrick!”
“Irish Storm!”
“I just said that you GRAMOPHONE!”
“NO you said Re-“
“Black Validation!”
“Blake Valediction!”
“Stop FU-“
“HEY!”
“I was gone say stop FU-“
“I told you sir, this is-“
Prince unceremoniously pulls the stool from beneath the hostess and…
“AWWWWWW”
“F-U-C-K nominees! Here are the WINRARS”!
Coming up and sitting back down on her seat, Lexie Ellis starts fussing with her messed up hair while Prince, shuffles through his papers and grips one out in purpose.”
“Hey, you had it all the while!”
“Of course I had it, you bonehead!”
“Excuse me?!”
“Coffee.”
“Lexie looks at her boss in a totally confused expression.
“GET ME A BLOODY MUG OF COFEE!”
“oh.”
She leaves the scene.
“Now, at number five, the littlun of the family is, wait a minute. LEXIE!!?!!”
A distant response reaches the angered host.
“Yea?”
“WHO put Black Validation on here!?”
Coming back to her stool and placing a huge red, X-force stamped mug in front of Prince:
“Blake Valediction?”
“I said who put him here next to WINTHROP!”
“You wrote the list.”
“I didn’t WRITE THAT, and you were told to edit it!”
“Oh, then it was probably Mr. MD.”
“DIDN’T I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU THAT-“
“Well, what could I have done?! He asked to see the list. I couldn’t say no!”
“Gimme that pen!”
Taking the red pen, MP furiously started engraving lines on the SHEET of paper and after a few seconds…
“There, that is better. Up there alone, at the fifth spot, it’s no other than the mighty Winthrop!”
“Why did you cross Blake out, he was fifth too!”
“Validation wasn’t up there!”
“Yes HE was! MD-“
A meaningful look is thrown towards the woman.
“O…k….”
“At number four-“
“Will you not explain why he got to be number five?”
“ISN’T THAT BLOODY OBVIUOS!?! HE IS AWSOME!”
“…”
“AT NUMBER FOUR, its Collin-“
“Irish Storm-“
“Fitzpatrick.”
Another sidelong glance is thrown.
“Well I just wanted to make sure.”
And she smiles innocently.
“In my view, the guy deserved it.”
“Indeed!”
“Stepping into the ring with the CO-OWNER of this place, and winning is just-“
“Win worthy?”
“Lexie?”
“Yes?”
“SHUT UP!”
“….”
“GOOD. Now why is Collin on here? Simple, HE SMEARED THE MAT WITH the Lilliputian! That on its own is SuperMAWWn’s family worthy, not mentioning that he actually beat our - GOD I LOVE THAT MAN – owner.”
“Let me read the third one.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“NO!”
“I’m warning you!”
“Or else?!”
“You know what!”
“NO I don’t!”
“Oh, Really?”
“Ok, fine! I know what. But I will fire you if you do it!”
“You won’t!”
“I will!”
“NO YOU WON’T!”
“OH, Yes I WILL!”
“MARTIN! LET ME READ THE NEXT NAME!”
“Fine, take it!”
Taking the SHEET of paper from MP, Lexie starts reading.
“What is this?! You wrote a love letter to Xantaxm’s wife!?”
“GIVE ME THAT!!”
Jerking the paper away, MP hands her another sheet, carefully folding and putting away the first piece of paper.
“The third on the list is no other than … martin, you spelled it wrong.”
“I gave you that list to edit bonehead!”
“Well, technically, it’s not written wrong, its just you got the wrong person, here look.”
Leaning over her shoulder, MP takes a quick look.
“No I haven’t. It says Montana.”
“Who is Montana?!”
“That Fighty fighty person dude. Come on, you had to have seen him!”
“A Fighty fighty person called Montana. The only Montana I know is Hannah Montana though!”
“AW FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WOMAN! Nick, who just beat Rurouni this Sunday! How is it you don’t know who he is!?”
“Nick-“
“Yes, Nick Montana.”
Lexie, uncharacteristically slaps her own forehead in disbelieve.
“That is Nick Mondo!”
“Who cares, it started with “M” ammiright?!”
“but-“
“OH, SKIP HIM! NUMBER TWO!”
“I didn’t get the chance to read-“
“That’s your problem!”
Like a wasp diving, the list is ripped from her grasp.
“On the second spot it’s Shawn Dreamer, just because he zipped the mouth of that, what was the specie called again? …. Oh, yea F-Jaggeroth. AND FINALLY, THE BEST OF the crew on that night is no other than-“
“Hawkeye!”
“NO! The best of the crew is-“
“Rurouni!”
“NO! The best of the crew is-“
“D-Money!”
“…”
The cameraman: RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
“Lexie?”
“Yes?”
“I finished my coffee.”
Sighing in embarrassment, Miss Ellis takes the emptied X-force cup and goes out of the scene again.
“And the best, without a shadow of a doubt … IS, yes you are right! DANIEL THRONE! That is because-“
Director: "We are out of time. CUT!"
“WHAT THE F-“
The scene changes instantly to a Bulldog’s especially created promo about something. * Sorry, after reading 999 threads I got bored and couldn’t work out what the promos were actually about.*
END
OOC: Sorry if you see spelling/grammatical errors. Due to lack of time I didn't proof read it.
THE LIST!
1. Daniel Throne
2.Shawn Dreamer
3.Sick Nick Mondo
4.Irish Storm
5.Winthrop/Blake Valediction