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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 05:00 AM (212 Views) | |
| Maynard O'Toole | Dec 17 2009, 05:00 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens inside of the INTRUST Bank Arena in Wichita, Kansas, for another CZW house show. We see a shot of a pair of black boots, casually walking through the halls, in the backstage area. The camera then, slowly pans up to reveal the Intercontinental champion, Maynard O’Toole, dressed in his black boots, wrestling tights and a signature “OGT” t-shirt. Baring a slight smirk on his face, Maynard continues down the hall, carrying his treasured Intercontinental title belt over his right shoulder and, of course, his even more signature, patented, sledgehammer. You can hear the fans from the arena, cheering Maynard on as he walks through the halls, greeting random superstars. He is then stopped in his tracks, as none other then Triple F, “Flawless” Frank Finch approaches him amongst his journey. Frank: “Hey, O’Toole, just the man I was looking for.”, Frank says as he places his hand on Maynard’s chest, in order to stop him. Maynard looks down, with a bothered expression on his face. Maynard: “HEY, FRANK!....don’t touch me.” Frank: “Calm down, champ, listen I’ve been needing to speak with you.” Maynard: “I almost didn’t recognize you….you know…with out Alan’s ass attached to your lips and all.” Frank: “You know, I was going to say the same thing….you know…with out you lying vertical with another dude lying on top of you as the referee is counting to three….and all.” Maynard: “Good one…say…”FLAWLESS” Frank Finch…hmm..that’s odd, seeing as you’ve only had two matches since debuting…LAST YEAR….and you lost both of them. Say, when is Alan gonna let you off your leash and have you actually do something productive, like actually wrestle? Look, we can play this game all day long but we both know I’d win….FLAWLESSLY….seeing as I am a TWO TIME Intercontinental champion and a former WORLD heavyweight champion. So let’s just end this right now before you get embarrassed.” Frank: “You’re right, what was I thinking? You are the most successful…no wait…FORMER most successful Intercontinental champion in CZW history and a former world heavyweight champion. But next time, if there is even a next time, try holding the world title for more than four weeks.” Maynard: “Touche, Pabs did surpass my intercontinental title streak BUT I’ve done something you failed to do. I beat Pabs THREE TIMES. You, on the other hand, have failed to beat him once….game over, I win.” Frank: “Whatever, I don’t have time for this, you’re needed in the conference room, A.S.A.P.” Maynard: “What are you…Montana’s bitch now? Or are you free-lance bitching?” Frank: “…Just go.” Maynard: “Watch your mouth, Jeeves….I’ve got Mortius on speed dial. I’ll text him and he’ll be up here in a hot second. WOOGITTY BOOGITY HAHAHAAAA!...WHAT A PUSSY!” With all that said, Maynard walks off down the hall, on his way to the conference room as Frank bares a frustrated look on his face. Maynard then breaks out his iPod and headphones, and turns on some tunes. Meanwhile, inside the conference room, it is very dark, you can barely make anything out but you can tell, just a little, that there are people inside, then a voice speaks out, in a whisper. “Okay, guys, I just received the text message from Frank. Maynard is on his way down here, so get in your places.” The voice is clearly from Eddie Rowan. “Okay so wait for him to turn on the lights, then….aye AYE…WHAT THE HELL??!!...WHO GRABBED MY ASS?!...wait…Tatum, was that you?”, Eddie, anxiously awaits Tatum to confirm. Mike Monroe: “….Mah bad, heheheh” McNally: “Ohh….that is WHACK!” Eddie: “Jesus, Mike….ten feet, son….TEEN FEET…we had an agreement!” Meanwhile, back to the hallway where we see Maynard, making his journey to the conference room, completely oblivious to what is about to happen. Maynard looks around, suspiciously to his left then to his right, making sure nobody is looking. Then he proceeds to adjust his iPod music player and begins to, carelessly sing along to his guilty pleasure. SO I PUT MY HANDS UP!!! THEY'RE PLAAAAAYIN’ MY SONG!!! AND THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAAAAAAY!!! I'M NODDIN' MY HEAD LIKE YEEEEAAAAAH!!! I'M MOVIN' MY HIPS LIKE YEEEEAAAAH!!! I GOT MY HAAAANDS UP!!! THEY'RE PLAYIN' MY SONG!!! I KNOW I'M GONNA BE OK!!! YEAH, IT'S A PARTY IN THE USA!!! YEAH, IT'S A PARTY IN THE USA!!! Maynard then, carelessly opens the conference room door, still singing and with his eyes closed, now really getting into this song, not knowing what the hell is going on. Everyone in the room is laughing but not too loudly as Eddie sneaks up behind Maynard…. Maynard: “GOT MY HAAANDS UP, THEY’RE PLAYIN MY SONG….I KNOW I’M GONNA BE OKAAAAAY...YEEEAAAAAAH….” Eddie: “…..THIS IS YOUR PARTY AND YOU ARE GAAAAAY!!!” Maynard, frightenly swings his sledgehammer, knocking the piss out of Eddie but not knowing who it was. Maynard then snatches his headphones off and turns on the lights to see Eddie, lying on the ground as everybody else is standing around, laughing their asses off. Everybody: ”SURPRIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSEEEE!!!!!” Eddie: “WHAT THE HELL, MAYNARD??!!....AGAIN??!!….REALLY??!!” Maynard: “What the hell is going on?” Alan: “SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY, SON!!!” Maynard: “Alan, glad you could make it out, Champ.” Alan: “Well you know us title holders have to stick together, even though mine’s bigger than yours.”, Fiscus, jokingly says Maynard: “Yeah, that’s NOT what she said. So, I see we’ve got McNally, Eddie, you, I don’t know what the hell happened to Big Nasty but….is Covey around?” Alan: “Yeah…I don’t know, we got a match coming up and all that, I wouldn’t expect to be seeing him but who knows. Anyway, happy birthday, tool man.” Maynard: “HA! “Tool Man” …that’s funny.” Just then, Timmons yells out, from the back of the room. Tim: “HEY…DOES ANYBODY NEEP ME TO STRIP OR WHAT?!” Maynard: “Yeah….I don’t think so, Tim.” Alan: “HIYOOOO!!!” Just then, Maynard looks down to see Eddie Rowan, still lying on the ground from his surprise, accidental attack. Maynard then helps him back to his feet. Maynard: “Oh damn, almost forgot you were down there, Eddie, my bad.” Eddie: “Dude, you gotta watch where you’re swinging that thing.” Maynard: “That’s what she said.” Eddie: “Seriously…lay off “The Office” DVD’s….for real. Anyway, happy birthday, bro.” Maynard: “Thanks, bro…and good luck in your match against Mike King, by the way. I’ve only faced him, one on one, one time but he was damn good. You guys have a similar wrestling style but I think you got it.” Eddie and Alan grab Maynard and sit him down in a chair. Maynard: ”What the hell is going on?” Eddie: “Alright, Mayo, It’s time for your birthday surprise. So just sit back, relax and enjoy the show.” Alan then hands Maynard a wad of dollar bills. Alan: “You might need these, son. WOOO!!!” Alan then sets up a radio then hits “Play” … GIRRRRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS LONG LEGS AND BURGUNDY LIPS GIRRRRLS,GIRLS, GIRLS DANCIN' DOWN ON SUNSET STRIP GIRRRRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS RED LIPS, FINGERTIPS Just then, Alan opens the door and Jenny Jacobs walks in, wearing next to nothing as she, seductively dances her way over to Maynard, baring a smile on both of their faces. Maynard: “HEY I LIKE THIS…YOU GUYS RULE!!” Jenny continues her seductual dance as she begans grinding her crotch in Maynard’s face. Maynard: “OHH HELLO!! Hey, Fiscus, Covey may not be here, but I think I can smell him. HA! Anybody else what some of this action?” Everybody in the room kind of backs up, baring a kind of disgusted look on their faces after what Maynard said about smelling Cobey. McNally: “Naw, we’re good, bro.” Finally, Jenny finished up her dance as the music fades out. Maynard then sticks the wad of dollar bills in her G string. Maynard: “Hey, was the money green before I stuck ‘em down there?” Jenny: “…Asshole!” Jenny storms out of the room as everybody else is laughing. Alan walks back up to Maynard, with some powered residue on the end of his nose. Maynard: “What the hell is that…powdered substance, Fiscus?” Alan: “It’s uhhhh…..cake…..powder?...” Maynard: “It looks like…” Maynard is quickly interrupted. Alan: “Don’t worry about it. Hope you enjoyed that dance.” Maynard: “Yeah, I did but I think I pissed Jenny off, oh well.” Maynard then stands up to acknowledge all the people who came to his party. Maynard: “First off, I just want to say, thank you, to everybody who came. I wasn’t expecting this but hey, at least I was kidnapped this time. Anyway, enjoy yourselves and I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present than to be able to kick Clash’s ass up and down the Kansas Coliseum. WE’RE IN THE CHAMP’S HOMETOWN, SON!” Alan: “WOOO!” With that said, the party goes on for a little while longer as Maynard mingles a bit. The scene fades out then fades back in to see Maynard, walking out of the party and down the hall, where he runs into his tag team partner for this week, Buck Evans. Maynard: “BUCK!! What’s up, man…just the man I wanted to see. Listen, we need to discuss strategy for our tag match against Ryan Shan and Andrew Clash.” Buck: “It’s real simple, Maynard, ya see, we go in therr, whip some ass, take some names and get the pin, then it’s over….plain and simple.” Maynard: “Yeah, That’s all great and I KNOW both of us are completely capable of beating the hell out of anybody in this building. But I also know when to admit when I have a challenge put in front of me, and Ryan Shane is nobody to take lightly. Clash, on the other hand, well I don’t see him lasting too much longer in this company.” Buck: “Whater you tawlkin bout, Mayn? He’s juss a gatdamn rookie. Shoot, he may be out there whipping some no-named asses but he aint never been up against the likes of Ole Bucky Evans and the ‘Ahh-C’(IC) Champ.” Maynard: “I know and I really like your enthusiasm, Buck. But here’s what I’m thinking….Let’s try to take out Ryan first, get him out of the picture because what I really want to do is make sure Andrew Clash gets most of the beat down. Or better yet, you focus on taking out Ryan and leave Clash to me.” Buck: “Well I ‘spose’ I could do that, as much as I’d like ta put these here boots, to Clash, bein your ‘birfday’ and all. Hell, that sounds like a plan to me. LESS’ HAWGTIE THAT SUMBITCH WOOOO!!!” Maynard: “Yeah, so just be careful with Ryan Shane, that’s little bastard is real quick. Once you get a hold of him, DON’T let go. Put the boots to him and we got this in the bag.” Buck: “Maynard, you ‘tawlkin’ to a veteran, here. You let me worry bout my strategy and don’t you worry bout a gatdamn thing, I’mma make sure I leave Clash all for you. But lemme tell ya like this here, if that sumbitch gets in my way, I’m goin apeshit on his ass.” Maynard: “I wouldn’t have it any other way, bro. I’ll see you out there at Overdrive. Take it easy.” Buck: “Aight, Mayo…and HEY….Happy BUCKIN’ Birthday, Brother.” With that said, Buck walks off down the hall as Maynard looks into the camera. Maynard: “Andrew Clash….hope you were watching. Come, Overdrive, all the talking, all the run ins and interferences ends. It’s me and you, mano-e-mano. You can’t interfere in this one, you can’t run a sneak attack on me this time, surfer-boy. YOUR NUTS ARE GONNA GET SOME SERIOUS HANG-TIME VIA SIZE 16 BOOTS! I’m sick and tired of hearing you run your goddamn mouth all the time. You have proven NOTHING….to me, to the roster, to these fans…NOTHING! You’re a coward, a douche-bag. The time for mundane speeches are over…It’s go time…..and SHANE...I’m not “considered” one of the best in CZW .. I AM THE BEST IN CZW…WORLD TITLE OR NO WORLD TITLE…I’M THE CREAM OF THE CROP! And it would behoove you to stay out of my way and let me get my hands on your tag team partner, otherwise…..I’M COMING THROUGH YOU!... ….It’s nothing personal…just business. You want to mount my head on your wall, above your fireplace…well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s just never going to happen." "Don’t preach to me about your straight-edge bull-shit, if I want to head out to the bar and get plastered so bad, I end up waking up next to Jenna Cyde, that’s MY BUSINESS! But it’s okay because once I get done with you and Clash, you’re gonna have track marks all up and down your body … but don’t worry, they won’t be from needles….THEY’LL BE FROM MY BOOTS!...you know what….as a matter of fact….hold on….stay right there….don’t move.” Maynard walks back into the conference room where his birthday party was. After a few moments, Maynard walks back out, holding a full bottle of Jose Cuervo. Maynard: “Hey, Ryan….BOTTOM’S UP!” Maynard then proceeds to down half the bottle of Cuervo then throw it at the camera, shattering it into pieces as the camera man gets covered in alcohol. Maynard walks off as the scene fades out. |
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