Post by brandonbrown on Jul 25, 2009 20:36:46 GMT -5
(The scene opens with Brandon and Big B getting ready for Brandon’s match.)
Brandon: This is my chance, Big B. I have waited my whole life to become a World Champion.
Big B: And once you win, I get the first title shot.
Brandon: Did you say something?
Big B: No, nothing at all.
Brandon: My life has been full of failure. Now, it is finally my time.
Big B: What do you mean your life was full of failure.
Brandon: I have never won a competition or a tournament in my life.
Big B: A lot of people haven’t won stuff like that.
Brandon: Yeah, but I have come close so many times.
Big B: How many times?
Brandon: I just told you. Many times.
Big B: Give me an example.
Brandon: Okay. One time in third grade we had a checkers tournament. I beat every student in class and made it to the finals
Big B: Who were you against in the finals?
Brandon: The Principal.
Big B: You were in third grade and you expected to beat the Principal.
Brandon: I had him beat. He cheated.
Big B: You’re accusing the Principal of cheating? You’re a sore loser.
Brandon: He was making up rules I had never heard of before.
Big B: Get over it.
Brandon: What made it worse was the kids in class were rooting for him. No wonder I hated those kids.
Big B: I’m surprised that you didn’t ask for a rematch. You always ask for a rematch.
Brandon: Let me finish the story. So, I asked him for a rematch and I beat him.
Big B: Why are you mad then if you won the rematch?
Brandon: He let me win.
Big B: How do you know?
Brandon: I could tell. I challenged him to another match after that about two years later.
Big B: What happened in that one?
Brandon: It actually ended in a draw.
Big B: Interesting. What other failures have you had?
Brandon: I’ve blown three Spelling Bees right at the end.
Big B: What words did you screw up?
Brandon: In fifth grade the word was insincerity.
Big B: I don’t even know how to spell that.
Brandon: In sixth grade the word was machinery.
Big B: That’s not too bad.
Brandon: I didn’t enter in seventh grade and I’m not going to tell you about eighth grade.
Big B: Why not?
Brandon: I’m just not going to tell you.
Big B: Do I have to tell your mom about the time
Brandon: (cuts him off) No, I’ll tell you. I’m also going to kill you.
Big B: So what happened.
Brandon: I was kicking ass in the Bee. I was getting every word correct then it came down to the final two. I figured I had this in the bag. The person gave me the word.
Big B: What was it?
Brandon: Rosy.
Big B: Rosy?
Brandon: Yes, rosy.
Big B: (starts laughing) How do you misspell rosy?
Brandon: I added a fucking e in the word for some reason.
Big B: I just can’t stop laughing. You are retarded.
Brandon: How many wrestling matches have you won?
Big B: Shut up. At least I have won multiple food competitions.
Brandon: Congratulations, you are a fat slob.
Big B: You quit making fun of me because of my weight.
(They start fighting for a few minutes.)
Brandon: I don’t need your fat ass. I can win on my own.
Big B: Are you kidding? You have won all of your matches because of me.
Brandon: I didn’t need your help though.
Big B: You don’t need my help. Why don’t you prove it? Let’s see you win that title without me.
Brandon: Fine, I will.
(Big B leaves)
Brandon: Shit, maybe that is why I fail. I get too full of myself. I think I am the shit. Well, it doesn’t matter. I will fail no more. I will be the best I can be. I don’t need Big B Brown. The fat fuck is useless anyways. Second place is not an option for me. I will not fail at my dream of becoming the GIW Champion. I will win the title at Infinity. I will be the first ever GIW Champion. My career will be to Infinity, and beyond.
Brandon: This is my chance, Big B. I have waited my whole life to become a World Champion.
Big B: And once you win, I get the first title shot.
Brandon: Did you say something?
Big B: No, nothing at all.
Brandon: My life has been full of failure. Now, it is finally my time.
Big B: What do you mean your life was full of failure.
Brandon: I have never won a competition or a tournament in my life.
Big B: A lot of people haven’t won stuff like that.
Brandon: Yeah, but I have come close so many times.
Big B: How many times?
Brandon: I just told you. Many times.
Big B: Give me an example.
Brandon: Okay. One time in third grade we had a checkers tournament. I beat every student in class and made it to the finals
Big B: Who were you against in the finals?
Brandon: The Principal.
Big B: You were in third grade and you expected to beat the Principal.
Brandon: I had him beat. He cheated.
Big B: You’re accusing the Principal of cheating? You’re a sore loser.
Brandon: He was making up rules I had never heard of before.
Big B: Get over it.
Brandon: What made it worse was the kids in class were rooting for him. No wonder I hated those kids.
Big B: I’m surprised that you didn’t ask for a rematch. You always ask for a rematch.
Brandon: Let me finish the story. So, I asked him for a rematch and I beat him.
Big B: Why are you mad then if you won the rematch?
Brandon: He let me win.
Big B: How do you know?
Brandon: I could tell. I challenged him to another match after that about two years later.
Big B: What happened in that one?
Brandon: It actually ended in a draw.
Big B: Interesting. What other failures have you had?
Brandon: I’ve blown three Spelling Bees right at the end.
Big B: What words did you screw up?
Brandon: In fifth grade the word was insincerity.
Big B: I don’t even know how to spell that.
Brandon: In sixth grade the word was machinery.
Big B: That’s not too bad.
Brandon: I didn’t enter in seventh grade and I’m not going to tell you about eighth grade.
Big B: Why not?
Brandon: I’m just not going to tell you.
Big B: Do I have to tell your mom about the time
Brandon: (cuts him off) No, I’ll tell you. I’m also going to kill you.
Big B: So what happened.
Brandon: I was kicking ass in the Bee. I was getting every word correct then it came down to the final two. I figured I had this in the bag. The person gave me the word.
Big B: What was it?
Brandon: Rosy.
Big B: Rosy?
Brandon: Yes, rosy.
Big B: (starts laughing) How do you misspell rosy?
Brandon: I added a fucking e in the word for some reason.
Big B: I just can’t stop laughing. You are retarded.
Brandon: How many wrestling matches have you won?
Big B: Shut up. At least I have won multiple food competitions.
Brandon: Congratulations, you are a fat slob.
Big B: You quit making fun of me because of my weight.
(They start fighting for a few minutes.)
Brandon: I don’t need your fat ass. I can win on my own.
Big B: Are you kidding? You have won all of your matches because of me.
Brandon: I didn’t need your help though.
Big B: You don’t need my help. Why don’t you prove it? Let’s see you win that title without me.
Brandon: Fine, I will.
(Big B leaves)
Brandon: Shit, maybe that is why I fail. I get too full of myself. I think I am the shit. Well, it doesn’t matter. I will fail no more. I will be the best I can be. I don’t need Big B Brown. The fat fuck is useless anyways. Second place is not an option for me. I will not fail at my dream of becoming the GIW Champion. I will win the title at Infinity. I will be the first ever GIW Champion. My career will be to Infinity, and beyond.