Post by Joey2024 on Aug 17, 2004 15:15:17 GMT -5
(The scene is in the food court of a Canadian mall. We see fans lining up to meet Stampede Wrestling superstars Harry Smith and TJ Wilson, the Stampede Bulldogs. The crowd in line is a combination of fanboys and teeny-bopper girls. Two girls are now meeting the Bulldogs as we speak and are getting a picture taken.)
Harry Smith: Hey, what's your name?
Teeny Bopper Girl #1: Theresa(flirty and blushing).
T.J. Wilson: And you?
Teeny Bopper Girl #2: Jennifer(also flirty and blushing).
H.S.: Well, you two seem like lovely girls, I think we'll have this pic taken on the house.
TBGs: (giggling)
T.J.: Say cheese.
(All): Che---
(Person on megaphone): ALL RIGHT! THIS HAS GONE ON FAR TOO LONG!
Everyone turns around, wondering what's going on. A pair of people are visible. One guy, who's wearing a black tanktop with the word LIFE on it in white letters, as well as some denim shorts that has pieces of a flannel shirt sown on the sides has the megaphone, and then slams it down.
He is accompanied by a taller, skinnier man wearing a black trenchcoat with a white tanktop saying DEATH in black letters. He's also wearing some dirty, dark beige shorts. Each one is holding a wOw tag belt on a shoulder. The one with the megaphone is Joey Hamm, and the taller man in the trenchcoat is Greg Burch.
H.S.: WHO in the HELL are YOU?
(Security comes running)
T.J.: It's cool.
(Security backs up)
J.H.: Harry Smith, son of the legendary British Bulldog. T.J. Wilson, the Stampede Kid. So we meet.
G.B.: Indeed. We meet with you two right in the middle of your self-worshipping fest met to brainwash poor, innocent tools such as the fans that we see around you.
H.S.: (looking perplexed) WHAT?
(The Nobodies walk closer)
J.H.:You claim to be the best tag team in the world, but all you burn passionately for is lies. Lies that perpetuate throughout the masses. Lies that manipulate the sheep. We abhor and loathe you and your ilk.
G.B.: Oh yeah, and don't worry about Teddy..
We switch over briefly to a scene showing Teddy Hart tied to a chair, gagged and with a crimson mask of blood running down his face.
G.B.: We are the wOw tag team champions, Greg Burch and Joey Hamm. I'm Greg, and he's Joey.
(Nobodies now get in the face of the Stampede Bulldogs)
G.B.:Stampede Bulldogs. Has Stu Hart and the legacy of the Dungeon fallen this low? From Gladiators like Bret and Owen and warriors like Benoit and Jericho, to stupid fruits like you?
J.H.: We challenge you in your own backyard---Calgary, Alberta, Canada. No bull shit, just a straight wrestling match. Right there, like a bird that catches its prey, we will strike with quickness, exposing you for the weaklings that you are.
G.B.:For your death may be too merciful...
J.H.: The only thing you need to fear... IS US!
T.J.: (smiling very smugly) "Death may be merciful? The only thing you need to fear is us?" What kind of B-rated, Mickey Mouse tag team are you?
The teams stare at each other for a few seconds, and then the Nobodies jump the Bulldogs, and we end with the four men brawling, knocking down the promotional table, and everything in sight.
Harry Smith: Hey, what's your name?
Teeny Bopper Girl #1: Theresa(flirty and blushing).
T.J. Wilson: And you?
Teeny Bopper Girl #2: Jennifer(also flirty and blushing).
H.S.: Well, you two seem like lovely girls, I think we'll have this pic taken on the house.
TBGs: (giggling)
T.J.: Say cheese.
(All): Che---
(Person on megaphone): ALL RIGHT! THIS HAS GONE ON FAR TOO LONG!
Everyone turns around, wondering what's going on. A pair of people are visible. One guy, who's wearing a black tanktop with the word LIFE on it in white letters, as well as some denim shorts that has pieces of a flannel shirt sown on the sides has the megaphone, and then slams it down.
He is accompanied by a taller, skinnier man wearing a black trenchcoat with a white tanktop saying DEATH in black letters. He's also wearing some dirty, dark beige shorts. Each one is holding a wOw tag belt on a shoulder. The one with the megaphone is Joey Hamm, and the taller man in the trenchcoat is Greg Burch.
H.S.: WHO in the HELL are YOU?
(Security comes running)
T.J.: It's cool.
(Security backs up)
J.H.: Harry Smith, son of the legendary British Bulldog. T.J. Wilson, the Stampede Kid. So we meet.
G.B.: Indeed. We meet with you two right in the middle of your self-worshipping fest met to brainwash poor, innocent tools such as the fans that we see around you.
H.S.: (looking perplexed) WHAT?
(The Nobodies walk closer)
J.H.:You claim to be the best tag team in the world, but all you burn passionately for is lies. Lies that perpetuate throughout the masses. Lies that manipulate the sheep. We abhor and loathe you and your ilk.
G.B.: Oh yeah, and don't worry about Teddy..
We switch over briefly to a scene showing Teddy Hart tied to a chair, gagged and with a crimson mask of blood running down his face.
G.B.: We are the wOw tag team champions, Greg Burch and Joey Hamm. I'm Greg, and he's Joey.
(Nobodies now get in the face of the Stampede Bulldogs)
G.B.:Stampede Bulldogs. Has Stu Hart and the legacy of the Dungeon fallen this low? From Gladiators like Bret and Owen and warriors like Benoit and Jericho, to stupid fruits like you?
J.H.: We challenge you in your own backyard---Calgary, Alberta, Canada. No bull shit, just a straight wrestling match. Right there, like a bird that catches its prey, we will strike with quickness, exposing you for the weaklings that you are.
G.B.:For your death may be too merciful...
J.H.: The only thing you need to fear... IS US!
T.J.: (smiling very smugly) "Death may be merciful? The only thing you need to fear is us?" What kind of B-rated, Mickey Mouse tag team are you?
The teams stare at each other for a few seconds, and then the Nobodies jump the Bulldogs, and we end with the four men brawling, knocking down the promotional table, and everything in sight.