Post by John Roche on Mar 19, 2007 20:36:05 GMT -5
Int: Robbie Richter's office
Robbie Richter is sitting at his desk. A knock can be heard from outside.
Robbie: Come in.
(Enter a medium-height, thin man in a black turtleneck and black pants. At his side is what appears to be a man dressed as a giant orange cat.)
Robbie: And you are...
Thin man: I am Petey Storm. Zis is mein partner, Chichi Mihama. Ve are ze Nihilist World Order. We believe in nuzzing.
Robbie: Okay... and what do you want?
Storm: Ve vant a title shot.
Robbie: And why should I give you a title shot?
Storm: If ve do not receive ze title shot, ve come back und ve cut off your johnson.
Robbie: Excuse me?
Storm: I SAID VE CUT OFF YOUR JOHNSON!
Robbie: Fine. Get out of my office.
(Storm and Mihama exeunt.)
Another knock can be heard.
Robbie: What is it now?
The door opens. A man who looks familiar to anyone who regularly views TNA (albeit looking somewhat different) enters the office.
Robbie: And you are...
Man: Yakshemesh. My name a Jeremy Borat. I come from promotion far away to manage Naturals in whacking Out wrestlers. Please give my men tag team title shots. If they are not success, I will be execute.
Robbie *head in hands*: Fine... just get out.
Jeremy: Thanks you. Iss niiice. (exit)
Robbie: I don't believe this...
Fade to black.
Robbie Richter is sitting at his desk. A knock can be heard from outside.
Robbie: Come in.
(Enter a medium-height, thin man in a black turtleneck and black pants. At his side is what appears to be a man dressed as a giant orange cat.)
Robbie: And you are...
Thin man: I am Petey Storm. Zis is mein partner, Chichi Mihama. Ve are ze Nihilist World Order. We believe in nuzzing.
Robbie: Okay... and what do you want?
Storm: Ve vant a title shot.
Robbie: And why should I give you a title shot?
Storm: If ve do not receive ze title shot, ve come back und ve cut off your johnson.
Robbie: Excuse me?
Storm: I SAID VE CUT OFF YOUR JOHNSON!
Robbie: Fine. Get out of my office.
(Storm and Mihama exeunt.)
Another knock can be heard.
Robbie: What is it now?
The door opens. A man who looks familiar to anyone who regularly views TNA (albeit looking somewhat different) enters the office.
Robbie: And you are...
Man: Yakshemesh. My name a Jeremy Borat. I come from promotion far away to manage Naturals in whacking Out wrestlers. Please give my men tag team title shots. If they are not success, I will be execute.
Robbie *head in hands*: Fine... just get out.
Jeremy: Thanks you. Iss niiice. (exit)
Robbie: I don't believe this...
Fade to black.