Post by Classy J on Feb 23, 2012 21:07:50 GMT -5
Scene 1: The Lounge Of the Arena
Specifically the area just outside of where the seating was....a man was sitting at once of the little'tables set up where people could sit and eat snacks they bought from the overpriced vendors. He was reading a newspaper at the moment so his face was not visible. However he wore some dark blue pants and some dirty old boots.
Classy would stroll over to the seat next to the gentleman, today he wore a taxi driver style hat, not unlike british mobsters sometimes wear. He also wear a suit jacket to go with the hat, other than that he had some silly hipster shirt on that said "Quote Tee" and some jeans, and wrestling boots but that goes without saying. Also noteworthy was the pair of headphones he had around his neck, if one listened closely they could hear the faint sounds of Fred Dursts melodic voice dropping rhymes.
In his one hand he had a bag of popcorn which he was munching one before taking a seat.
"Sooooo what's the inside scoop Freddy?"
Fredward lowered the newspaper, it should be noted that he also has his mop bucket with him....he was on break.
"Weeeeell you and that Joanne gal're facin' off against Cashman and that Seenclair broad."
"Oh cool, at least it'll be somewhat of a challenge this time....I dunno what Ryan was expecting last week, but he couldn't have expected Jake to go out their and take his beating....I mean I know I would've gone out swinging but I still would've been vocal about what sort of bullshit a handicap match would be....and for the main even no less. I don't think people see Jake as some sort of underdog....he beat a woman with a chair, that's not very under dog like unless that woman is built like a porn star."
Fredward raised a brow at the obscure reference.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know...that one pornstar, she's named after a country?"
"Russia?"
"No, but it's an asian country."
"Ah okay..."
"Anyways Cashman and Emma shouldn't be a problem, they're both pretty ditzy in the first place so it woudln't take much to distract them and steal the win."
At this point Fredward would begin to start laughing uncontrollably.
"...What? It wasn't that funny."
"No, no, not that haha, Family Circus, the baby drew over the wall and billy said 'hes using his imagination on the walls! Hahahaha delightful."
Classy would remove his shades for a moment to look at Fredward and shake his head before walking off.
SCENE 2: BACKSTAGE!
Jake Ego was backstage flexing for the camera, Classy was standing by watching him, once again headphones around his neck, fred durst hip hopping away full blast.
"Okay can you do the peck bounce though?"
"The question isn't 'Can I' it's 'How strong is it?'"
And with that Jake Ego would begin flexing his pecks. Much to Classy's amusement of course, he still had his bag of popcorn with him, so he'd take a piece out and flick it at Jake's chest, watching it bounce off and hit the camera.
"Anyways that's enough of that, I can't put the gun show on for free."
Jake would say, flexing once again.
"Classy how's it feel getting turned down by Jake?"
"Pretty great, especially considering I never asked you out, but I'm touched that you were interested at one point."
"No not me you doofus, Jake Eaton."
"Oh him, I don't blame him, it was pretty biased of Ryan to book Jake in a match against two assholes like Joanne and myself. Granted if it had been me in his position I'd have gone down swinging but keep in mind he just got screwed by his partner during the pay per view so I can see him not wanting any bullshit."
"About that, how'd you manage to get Manabu to cooperate with you like that?"
"You know...I have no idea."
"I can think of a few."
Jake would begin snorting at his little joke.
"From past experience?"
Then he huffed at J.
"Funny, Classy."
"I know I am, thank you."
Classy took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth.
While it's true Manabu and I don't like each other, I'm pretty sure we both dislike Jake even
more. That's all."
"I see, interesting."
Jake would pause, taking a moment to flex again.
"You know your pythons aren't gonna slither away when you're not looking Jake."
"Right..riiiiight."
Jake said while admiring his own adonic body. But then he'd go back to the interview.
"What about Cashman and Emma, you think you and Joanne actually stand a chance in a fair tag match?"
Classy shrugged before taking a bite out of some popcorn again.
"If anything I'm gonna have to hold back Joanne from putting Emma in the hospital. What with her being too distracted over some nonsense with an obsessed fan."
Jake would chuckle at that. Now Classy was the one looking perplexed.
"What now?"
"Haha funny you should say that, I was checking myself out when I overheard Emma whining that she couldn't put a restraining order on without a name."
"Wait what?"
"Yeah, she keeps whining about it to Shawn."
"Oh my god, what is she, a pop diva?"
"Yeah!"
"WHAT!?"
"You didn't know she sings in a band!"
"Oh my god!"
Classy would start laughing, the idea itself had him in stitches, the fact that it was an actual person made him laugh even more. Eventually he composed himself though.
"Ha haaaaa....anyways, continue Jake."
"Well that's enough about emma, what about Cashman?"
"Ah yeah, Cashman...Cashman's too busy having vitenam flashbacks all the time to be a threat. Dude wasn't in Vietnam, I don't think he ever passed boot camp! But he's always having them flashbacks."
"I noticed you don't have your briefcase with you, seems like everyone's starting to hurt your feelings."
"Nah, they ain't getting to me. Thought I bet Shawn feels pretty stupid now. I don't even know why he's worried, he's never gonna get the belt, but on the off chance he does, I'll just cash it in while he's having a flash back. Tasteful? Maybe. But original? Absolutely."
"Shawn thinks that you're not a threat...I don't blame him."
"You mustn't remember the last two times you interviewed me then. Shawn can run his mouth all he want, if he wants to think all I care about is the belt then let him, because he obviously hasn't been paying any attention in the past few weeks where I've specifically said I'm not interested in a title belt at the moment. I'm just interested in beating folks up and proving I'm not pushover like some of these folks, Shawn included, accuse me of being. But I guess being the new rookie who hasn't had much experience, they got every right thinking I'm not a threat.....until I beat them. Then they'll start making up excuses."
Classy gave a shrug again, more popcorn flicked to the mouth.
"You know why I don't care about the belt? Because everyone else thinks that belt it what will make them big...I think that I'll make it big on my own, and that if I win that belt, it will be because I made it on my own."
He'd pause for a moment before chuckling.
"Well, maybe a little help from Joanne too."
"Cuz she's your gir--"
Classy took his glasses off and glared down Jake, nose to nose practically, though Jake was probably taller, Classy was a lot more pissed.
"Jake I will rip out your vocal chords if you finish that sentence."
Jake gulped and nodded, Classy would slip his glasses on, then slip his headphones on and then.....
"CHEAH!I DID IT ALL FOR THE NOOKIE! THE NOOKIE! SO YOU CAN GET THE COOKIE!"
Classy would strut off, jamming out to some limp bizkit with his worst Fred Durst impression.
[End Scene]
Specifically the area just outside of where the seating was....a man was sitting at once of the little'tables set up where people could sit and eat snacks they bought from the overpriced vendors. He was reading a newspaper at the moment so his face was not visible. However he wore some dark blue pants and some dirty old boots.
Classy would stroll over to the seat next to the gentleman, today he wore a taxi driver style hat, not unlike british mobsters sometimes wear. He also wear a suit jacket to go with the hat, other than that he had some silly hipster shirt on that said "Quote Tee" and some jeans, and wrestling boots but that goes without saying. Also noteworthy was the pair of headphones he had around his neck, if one listened closely they could hear the faint sounds of Fred Dursts melodic voice dropping rhymes.
In his one hand he had a bag of popcorn which he was munching one before taking a seat.
"Sooooo what's the inside scoop Freddy?"
Fredward lowered the newspaper, it should be noted that he also has his mop bucket with him....he was on break.
"Weeeeell you and that Joanne gal're facin' off against Cashman and that Seenclair broad."
"Oh cool, at least it'll be somewhat of a challenge this time....I dunno what Ryan was expecting last week, but he couldn't have expected Jake to go out their and take his beating....I mean I know I would've gone out swinging but I still would've been vocal about what sort of bullshit a handicap match would be....and for the main even no less. I don't think people see Jake as some sort of underdog....he beat a woman with a chair, that's not very under dog like unless that woman is built like a porn star."
Fredward raised a brow at the obscure reference.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know...that one pornstar, she's named after a country?"
"Russia?"
"No, but it's an asian country."
"Ah okay..."
"Anyways Cashman and Emma shouldn't be a problem, they're both pretty ditzy in the first place so it woudln't take much to distract them and steal the win."
At this point Fredward would begin to start laughing uncontrollably.
"...What? It wasn't that funny."
"No, no, not that haha, Family Circus, the baby drew over the wall and billy said 'hes using his imagination on the walls! Hahahaha delightful."
Classy would remove his shades for a moment to look at Fredward and shake his head before walking off.
SCENE 2: BACKSTAGE!
Jake Ego was backstage flexing for the camera, Classy was standing by watching him, once again headphones around his neck, fred durst hip hopping away full blast.
"Okay can you do the peck bounce though?"
"The question isn't 'Can I' it's 'How strong is it?'"
And with that Jake Ego would begin flexing his pecks. Much to Classy's amusement of course, he still had his bag of popcorn with him, so he'd take a piece out and flick it at Jake's chest, watching it bounce off and hit the camera.
"Anyways that's enough of that, I can't put the gun show on for free."
Jake would say, flexing once again.
"Classy how's it feel getting turned down by Jake?"
"Pretty great, especially considering I never asked you out, but I'm touched that you were interested at one point."
"No not me you doofus, Jake Eaton."
"Oh him, I don't blame him, it was pretty biased of Ryan to book Jake in a match against two assholes like Joanne and myself. Granted if it had been me in his position I'd have gone down swinging but keep in mind he just got screwed by his partner during the pay per view so I can see him not wanting any bullshit."
"About that, how'd you manage to get Manabu to cooperate with you like that?"
"You know...I have no idea."
"I can think of a few."
Jake would begin snorting at his little joke.
"From past experience?"
Then he huffed at J.
"Funny, Classy."
"I know I am, thank you."
Classy took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth.
While it's true Manabu and I don't like each other, I'm pretty sure we both dislike Jake even
more. That's all."
"I see, interesting."
Jake would pause, taking a moment to flex again.
"You know your pythons aren't gonna slither away when you're not looking Jake."
"Right..riiiiight."
Jake said while admiring his own adonic body. But then he'd go back to the interview.
"What about Cashman and Emma, you think you and Joanne actually stand a chance in a fair tag match?"
Classy shrugged before taking a bite out of some popcorn again.
"If anything I'm gonna have to hold back Joanne from putting Emma in the hospital. What with her being too distracted over some nonsense with an obsessed fan."
Jake would chuckle at that. Now Classy was the one looking perplexed.
"What now?"
"Haha funny you should say that, I was checking myself out when I overheard Emma whining that she couldn't put a restraining order on without a name."
"Wait what?"
"Yeah, she keeps whining about it to Shawn."
"Oh my god, what is she, a pop diva?"
"Yeah!"
"WHAT!?"
"You didn't know she sings in a band!"
"Oh my god!"
Classy would start laughing, the idea itself had him in stitches, the fact that it was an actual person made him laugh even more. Eventually he composed himself though.
"Ha haaaaa....anyways, continue Jake."
"Well that's enough about emma, what about Cashman?"
"Ah yeah, Cashman...Cashman's too busy having vitenam flashbacks all the time to be a threat. Dude wasn't in Vietnam, I don't think he ever passed boot camp! But he's always having them flashbacks."
"I noticed you don't have your briefcase with you, seems like everyone's starting to hurt your feelings."
"Nah, they ain't getting to me. Thought I bet Shawn feels pretty stupid now. I don't even know why he's worried, he's never gonna get the belt, but on the off chance he does, I'll just cash it in while he's having a flash back. Tasteful? Maybe. But original? Absolutely."
"Shawn thinks that you're not a threat...I don't blame him."
"You mustn't remember the last two times you interviewed me then. Shawn can run his mouth all he want, if he wants to think all I care about is the belt then let him, because he obviously hasn't been paying any attention in the past few weeks where I've specifically said I'm not interested in a title belt at the moment. I'm just interested in beating folks up and proving I'm not pushover like some of these folks, Shawn included, accuse me of being. But I guess being the new rookie who hasn't had much experience, they got every right thinking I'm not a threat.....until I beat them. Then they'll start making up excuses."
Classy gave a shrug again, more popcorn flicked to the mouth.
"You know why I don't care about the belt? Because everyone else thinks that belt it what will make them big...I think that I'll make it big on my own, and that if I win that belt, it will be because I made it on my own."
He'd pause for a moment before chuckling.
"Well, maybe a little help from Joanne too."
"Cuz she's your gir--"
Classy took his glasses off and glared down Jake, nose to nose practically, though Jake was probably taller, Classy was a lot more pissed.
"Jake I will rip out your vocal chords if you finish that sentence."
Jake gulped and nodded, Classy would slip his glasses on, then slip his headphones on and then.....
"CHEAH!I DID IT ALL FOR THE NOOKIE! THE NOOKIE! SO YOU CAN GET THE COOKIE!"
Classy would strut off, jamming out to some limp bizkit with his worst Fred Durst impression.
[End Scene]
