Post by El Manny of Fresh on May 15, 2006 17:05:31 GMT -5
[The camera fades into a dark and dirty bar. A pool table can be seen in the background, as well as a juke box and a big screen T.V playing an ad for some bad video game movie. It’s practically empty except for the old drunk in the corner, and a two figures on the other end of the bar. One figure is non other then The Hitman Manny C, and the other is a friend of the hitmans.]
Manny C: One shot of Rum for my friend here, two shots of Jack, and two beers for me.
[The Bartender delivers Manny C’s drinks quickly; The Hitman downs the two shots of jack as his friend starts to talk to him…]
Friend: So they finally gave you a match huh?
Manny C: Yea, house show…its better then nothing.
Friend: So who’s it against?
Manny C: These two guys…
[Manny takes a long drink from his beer]
Manny C: And it’s lucky for them that its not televised. That match is going to be so horrible for them that T.V shouldn’t be allowed to show it.
Friend: You talk too much, you just got into the WFWF and your already writing checks you most likely won’t be able to cash!
[Manny C takes another long swig of his beer and turns and looks directly at his friend...]
Manny C: What the hell are you talking about, did you see what I did to that bitch The Mock, I broke his
ing leg for talking crap. Don’t tell me I can’t handle myself out there.
Friend: Oh, excuse me; you broke the leg of the Mock…the world’s number one jobber. A monkey could bring him down. A monkey more then likely has. See back when we wrestled, I used to run your ass around the ring everyday. If it wasn’t for me saving your non-wrestling ass, you would have never have gotten this far.
Friend: Face is Manny, without me by your side, you would have become nothing, and I got a good felling that this house show is going to show you just how bad you are…
[Manny knocks the beer down and throws it down on the bar. He turns to his friend…]
Manny C: Your nothing but a washed up old wrestler, Add bitter to that! Are you so jealous that I actually made it to the big time and you just felling into the Indy wrestling abyss. Me exist without you, you wouldn’t exist without me. And just for that, I am going to make you cease to exist!
Friend: Oh what, you’re going to start a cliché bar fight with me just to prove your point that you can beat your opponents? How are you going to start this one off huh? Beer bottle to the head? Maybe a chair to the body? Common, you’re just pathetic.
[Manny C walks over to the jukebox and selects “Enter Sandman.” As the music hits, The Hitman runs over with lighting quick speed and delivers an Enzuigiri to his friend’s head. His friend is sent flying back into the bar. When his friend hits the ground, The Hitman picks him up and Irish whips him into the pool table. Manny C walks over and starts to wale on him with lefts and rights. His friend falls to his knees at Mannys feet, the Hitman steps back and delivers and lighting fast kick to the head. It hits with such thunderous force that it knocks his friend out cold.]
Manny C: Jesus Christ, I knocked him out cold…I told him not to with me….I TOLD YOU NOT TO ING WITH ME!
[The Hitman turns to the bartender...]
Manny C: He’s paying…just tell him to call me later…. actually let me get the money now and you should just call a doctor for him. I…I have to go now.
[Manny goes over to his unconfused friend, and takes a ten dollar bill out of his wallet. He drops it on the bar, and walks out.]
Manny C: One shot of Rum for my friend here, two shots of Jack, and two beers for me.
[The Bartender delivers Manny C’s drinks quickly; The Hitman downs the two shots of jack as his friend starts to talk to him…]
Friend: So they finally gave you a match huh?
Manny C: Yea, house show…its better then nothing.
Friend: So who’s it against?
Manny C: These two guys…
[Manny takes a long drink from his beer]
Manny C: And it’s lucky for them that its not televised. That match is going to be so horrible for them that T.V shouldn’t be allowed to show it.
Friend: You talk too much, you just got into the WFWF and your already writing checks you most likely won’t be able to cash!
[Manny C takes another long swig of his beer and turns and looks directly at his friend...]
Manny C: What the hell are you talking about, did you see what I did to that bitch The Mock, I broke his
ing leg for talking crap. Don’t tell me I can’t handle myself out there.Friend: Oh, excuse me; you broke the leg of the Mock…the world’s number one jobber. A monkey could bring him down. A monkey more then likely has. See back when we wrestled, I used to run your ass around the ring everyday. If it wasn’t for me saving your non-wrestling ass, you would have never have gotten this far.
Friend: Face is Manny, without me by your side, you would have become nothing, and I got a good felling that this house show is going to show you just how bad you are…
[Manny knocks the beer down and throws it down on the bar. He turns to his friend…]
Manny C: Your nothing but a washed up old wrestler, Add bitter to that! Are you so jealous that I actually made it to the big time and you just felling into the Indy wrestling abyss. Me exist without you, you wouldn’t exist without me. And just for that, I am going to make you cease to exist!
Friend: Oh what, you’re going to start a cliché bar fight with me just to prove your point that you can beat your opponents? How are you going to start this one off huh? Beer bottle to the head? Maybe a chair to the body? Common, you’re just pathetic.
[Manny C walks over to the jukebox and selects “Enter Sandman.” As the music hits, The Hitman runs over with lighting quick speed and delivers an Enzuigiri to his friend’s head. His friend is sent flying back into the bar. When his friend hits the ground, The Hitman picks him up and Irish whips him into the pool table. Manny C walks over and starts to wale on him with lefts and rights. His friend falls to his knees at Mannys feet, the Hitman steps back and delivers and lighting fast kick to the head. It hits with such thunderous force that it knocks his friend out cold.]
Manny C: Jesus Christ, I knocked him out cold…I told him not to
with me….I TOLD YOU NOT TO ING WITH ME![The Hitman turns to the bartender...]
Manny C: He’s paying…just tell him to call me later…. actually let me get the money now and you should just call a doctor for him. I…I have to go now.
[Manny goes over to his unconfused friend, and takes a ten dollar bill out of his wallet. He drops it on the bar, and walks out.]