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| Topic Started: Nov 19 2009, 05:26 PM (176 Views) | |
| Maynard O'Toole | Nov 19 2009, 05:26 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens up on a neighborhood, around three o’clock in the morning, so obviously, it’s quite dark out. You can hear the natural sounds of the wind picking up, with it being fall, and neighborhood dogs barking their heads off for no apparent reason. We then hear the familiar sounds of footsteps, hitting the pavement of the sidewalk. The camera pans down and follows to black foots, stomping down the walk way. After a few moments of repetitive movements, the significant black boots, stop in their tracks. We then see this….figure….who is carrying a big, silver, nineteen eighties style, boom box, press play then proceed to lift it over it’s head as he stands in front of a house. The camera then zooms out to see that this .. figure … is none other than the reigning Intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole. As I said, he presses play on his boom box before holding it over his head. The song begans….. You could have a big dipper…. Going up and dowwwn…all around the bends You could have a buuuuumper car, buuum-ping This amuuuuuse--ment neeeever ends I want to be…..doo DOOOO … your sledgehamma Doo DOOOO .. Why don't you caaaaaall… my name Doo DOOO….AAAAHHHH .. Oh let me be your sledge--hamma! This will be my test…imony! The camera then pans over to a, now lit up, upstairs window. An average size silhouette then reaches under neat the window seal and we see the window open. A very discouraged and awoken, Eddie Rowan, pops his head out of the window, with the look of hard sleep in his eyes. Eddie then shouts out… Eddie: "WHAT….THE HELL…MAYNARD??!! IT’S THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!!" Even with the frustration clearly heard in Eddie’s voice, Maynard stands there with out a care in the world, bearing a huge, dumb-guy smile as the song continues to play. Oh won't you… SHOW for me And I will…. SHOW for you Show for me, I will show for you Yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you Only you You've been coming through Going to build that powerr Build, build up that power…HEY! Random Neighbor: HEY YOUZ!!! TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF … PEOPLE ARE TRYIN’ TO SLEEP OVA HEH!!! Drunken Maynard: HEY .. YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH! Eddie: Damnit, Maynard….get in here, I’ll call you a cab. Maynard sets his radio down and hits stop, he then proceeds to walk into the house from the sidewalk but trips over the radio, planting his face into the pavement. Eddie: Son of a bitch. Eddie walks outside, in his teenage mutant ninja turtle pajamas and helps Maynard up and into the house. Drunken Maynard: COWABUNGA DUDE!!! End scene. ![]() The scene opens in a studio room, backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena where we see Maynard O’Toole and Eddie Rowan, sitting in a chair, getting mic’d up to start a segment. Producer: “Okay, guys, we will start in about five minutes.” Maynard: “Alright…OW!” Maynard exclaims as he grabs his head in agony. Eddie: “I keep on telling you about that drinking habit of yours, but no, you don’t want to listen.” Maynard: “Blah. Blah. Blah. Nobody wants to hear your straight-edge martyr speech, Rowan. I’ll be okay, let’s just get this show on the road.” Eddie puts his hands up and back, as if to say “Okay, fine” .. but a quick, mischievous, grin creeps up on Eddies face as he leans in slowly, after the stage hand has successfully placed the lavaliere on Maynard. Eddie: “pssst. Hey Maynard……CAN YOU HEAR ME NOOOOOWWWWW????!!!!!” Maynard grabs his head in full-on agony as he yells. Maynard: “ASSHOOOOLLLEEEE!!!!! SOMBODY GET ME SOME DAMN ASPIRIN!” Exclaims Maynard as he throws back about four pills and takes a swig of his water. Producer: Alright guys, we’ll go live in ten seconds. Maynard: “Look, let’s just stick to the script, okay and do it to it.” Eddie and Maynard sit up straight in their chairs as the floor manager gives the cue. Floor Manager: Okay, we’re clear in….5….4….3….2….. Maynard: “Hello, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the first ever addition of … “O-G-TV” Eddie (off camera): *ahem* ….”rip off” Maynard stares to his right, off camera, with a serious look upon his face. Maynard: “And that would be the peanut gallery, anyway, welcome. Now, usually, with any other opponent, I would maybe, walk down to the ring, grab a mic, say my piece, talk some trash, then beat some ass, etcetera…..etcetera….” Maynard is interrupted by yet another clearing of the throat of Eddie Rowan. The camera then pans over to Eddie. Eddie: “Just to be clear…in his case, Etcetera is Latin for “smash your best friend over the head with a sledgehammer” … by accident of course.” air quotes, Eddie. Maynard: “Cry me a goddamn…anyway. The point is that since this week, my opponent is Eddie Rowan, I thought It’d be a good idea to just have a little fun this week. I mean, come on, do either of us really care if the other one gets the win?” Eddie: “Says the loser…who will lose.” Maynard: “Alright FINE! You know what, I don’t have to take this crap. I was trying to be nice but NO, Mr. Eddie Rowan….Mr. “longest reigning champion in CZW history”…Prima Donna pretty boy, wants to play up his “bad ass” attitude. That’s cool, we can do this….” Maynard jumps up, out of his chair, as does Eddie. The two men get in each others face, both bearing angry expressions. Eddie: “Oh you wanna do this? What are you gonna do, challenge me to Toole Shed part fourteen?” Maynard: “You know what, I’ve been waiting a long, god-damn time for this.” Eddie: “What are you waiting for, bob the builder? Lets do this!!” Maynard: “Keep on running your mou—wait .. bob the builder?” Eddie: “You know, because of the whole Toole shed….you get it!” The two men engage in a heated stare down, followed by an awkward, dramatic pause. Then all of a sudden, the camera pans out to see the two men, standing on a flatted out, cardboard box, followed by Eddie hitting “Play” on a near by radio. There is another awkward pause followed by …. This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital To rock (a rhyme), that's right (on time) It's Tricky is the title, here we go... It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky In a surprise turn of events, instead of a physical confrontation, some might have expected, Maynard begins break-dancing on the cardboard piece, but not so good. Eddie then interrupts by laying down some phat moves, blowing Maynard right out of the water. Upon Eddie’s dope-ass break-dancing session, a random white guy, dressed in a white, work shirt, with a tie, brown slack high waters and glasses, looking like George Constanza, pops in and says … “OHHH SCHNAP!...I Believe you have just been surved” Maynard looks over at the random white guy and responds… “Whoa, I’m being sued?” Eddie interrupts… “No, fool, he means you just got served, sucka!” Eddie and Maynard both bust out laughing as they slap hands. They then sit back down and continue the show. Maynard: “Oh, man that was fun….and you all thought we were gonna fight, silly geese.” Eddie: “That was fun…and…I got to show off my MAAAD B-Boy skills.” Maynard: “Indubitably. See, that’s how we roll. This match isn’t about who’s the better man.” Maynard, secretly eyes his newly won, Intercontinental championship title. Eddie: “…..I saw that” Maynard: “Seriously though, this isn’t about hate or animosity” Eddie: “”OHHH there’s that word again….ANIMOSITY” Maynard: “Ah yes, Animosity.” Maynard chuckles. “Andrew Clash, you…sir….are a complete dumb-ass. Which is why I am wearing this shirt here…” ![]() Maynard: “You came out here at the pay per view and called me out, you said that I ran away from you when I saw in …..SCW? Well that would be true, it would, yes, I admit it…it would in fact, be true….IF I WAS EVER IN SCW! Seriously, what the hell is an SCW? I’ve never heard of it, neither had Eddie…neither has anybody else for that matter. What does that acronym even stand for, Sissy…Cock….Whistler?” Eddie: “What about his moniker: TCK…what do you suppose that acronym means?” Maynard: “Ummm….The Cock ….Kisser? I don’t know, man.” Eddie looks over at Maynard with a confused look on his face. Eddie: “Dude…what’s with the cock references?” Maynard: “Whose side are you on?” Eddie: “The side that doesn’t like referencing cocks.” Maynard: “THE POINT….IS…Clash, you’re an idiot. Not only did you claim I was in SCW, at the pay per view. You turned around and did it again the other day. I don’t know who this JC Animosity is and I don’t care. If you want a shot at ME, that’s cool, we can do this. If you want a shot at MY….Intercontinental championship….you’re gonna have to earn it like everybody else. There are far too many people in this company who have busted their ass for a long time, to get their shot at gold and I plan on giving those people a shot, LONG before I give one to you. And while I may not call the shots around here, I’m sure, Jesse Montana would feel the same way. And did I hear you correctly? Did I hear you say you would like to saddle me up and beat my ass ‘till it turns bright?” Eddie: “Laugh out loud, that’s funny, we should introduce him to Alanso” Maynard: “Ha. Ha. Ha. Yes, we totally shou—wait….did you actually just say “Laugh out loud”…..out loud?.....don’t be that guy, Eddie, don’t be that guy. Anyway, Clash, like I said before, If you want a fight, come see me. I’d have no problem putting you in your place in front of a MUCH bigger and broader audience, than you’re used to seeing over there at that third rate company, you call SCW. Now, if there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s when a wanna-be “superstar” tries to establish his career with a catch phrase. Yes, people like: Krimzon Blaze, El Pablo, Mike Monroe, have done this BUT…they established their IN RING abilities before coming up with some mundane, idiotic, catch phrase…..” Maynard is interrupted, once again, by Eddie Rowan… Rowan: “Yeah Clash, *ahem*….you’re just another stepping stone.” Eddie chuckles. Maynard: “Why you gotta break balls?....Goddamnit, Eddie, I was young and stupid. Anyway, my point is, you show what you can do IN THE RING, and then, if you’re good enough….IF….YOU’RE GOOD ENOUGH, you can establish a catch phrase. Afterall, your style may never clash BUT …. My foot WILL THRASH….your ass. Eddie, do you have anything to ass before we wrap this up?” Eddie: “Yeah, tune in next time to the REAL show….Ed-E.T.V…..” Maynard, quickly interrupts… Maynard: “YEAH, ANYWAY….later on, Eddie and I will be going one on one. Don’t miss that awesome match up. I’m sure Mr. Clash will be rearing his ugly head in on that one, mark my words. But I welcome him to do so. Eddie, good luck, my friend and we’ll see you guys inside the MGM Grand Garden Arena.” |
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