Post by brandonbrown on Jul 25, 2009 20:37:50 GMT -5
(Brandon McSkinny is in his locker room when the door busts open.)
Brandon Brown: (Grabbing McSkinny by the throat.) You got involved in my match. You cost me the GIW Title. Now, I’m going to cost you your career. If you walk out of the building this week, then I have failed my mission.
(Brandon Brown throws McSkinny to the ground and walks out of the room. He sees Big B Brown at the vending machine. Big B’s candy bar is stuck.)
Big B: Damn it. My candy bar is stuck.
Brandon: Big B.
Big B: What do you want?
Brandon: I need to tell you something.
Big B: You have finally admitted that you need me to win a match.
Brandon: Fuck no.
Big B: Beating McSkinny doesn’t count as winning a match.
Brandon: McSkinny isn’t even going to walk out of the show.
Big B: So what. You can beat up a weak ass nerd. Stevie Wonder could beat McSkinny.
Brandon: The blind guy?
Big B: Yes, the blind guy.
Brandon: It doesn’t matter. I’m going to get the GIW Title one way or another.
Big B: Not without my help.
Brandon: I don’t need your help.
Big B: You keep telling yourself that. You wouldn’t even have a job here if it wasn’t for me.
Brandon: So you showed me the place and I took advantage of it. I’m the best wrester in the company.
Big B: The best wrestler in the company would have the GIW Title.
Brandon: I was cheated.
Big B: Ah, but you forgot. You got to the finals because you cheated.
Brandon: I didn’t cheat. Your fat ass would just provide a distraction even though I didn’t need it.
Big B: That’s the only reason you won. My distractions.
Brandon: Are you serious? I had all of those guys beat.
Big B: Why can’t you just admit you need me to win a big match.
Brandon: Because I don’t need you.
Big B: You keep saying that but one of these days you will ask for my help once again.
Brandon: You’re the one who needs help. You still haven’t gotten that candy bar out of that machine.
Big B: Oh, I forgot all about that. But unlike you I will ask for assistance. Will you help me in getting this candy bar out of the machine.
Brandon: No.
Big B: Well, fuck you.
Brandon: I don’t need your help and I’m not going to help you.
Big B: I would have helped you if you would have asked.
Brandon: I never need help though. I am the best there is today.
Big B: You are not the best. I am ten times better than you.
Brandon: We are talking wrestling not weight.
Big B: Why do you like making fun of my weight.
Brandon: Because I don’t like you and I find it funny calling you fat.
Big B: What would you do if you were my size?
Brandon: I’d kill myself.
Big B: That hurts.
Brandon: Good.
Big B: I hope McSkinny beats you.
Brandon: Ha, like that will ever happen. That little fucker cost me my title and I want revenge. The kid is lucky I’m not allowed to kill him.
Big B: Is that a rule? We can’t kill people but killers are allowed to wrestle.
Brandon: Yeah, you would think somebody would call the cops on those guys.
Big B: Interesting.
Brandon: Back on topic, I will destroy McSkinny.
Big B: I’m sure you will, but are you sure you don’t need my help.
Brandon: Would you shut the fuck up already about that?
Big B: Nope, I’m just going to keep on annoying you about it.
Brandon: That’s another reason why I hate you.
Big B: You know I have a match this week.
Brandon: I forgot. Your in the Hardcore Battle Royal, who the fuck cares? Only losers try to win that second rate belt.
Big B: The Hardcore title is not second rate. I will wear that belt proudly.
Brandon: You can’t even fit the belt around your waist.
Big B: Another fat joke, I hate you.
Brandon: I don’t care.
Big B: You are just jealous that I am going to be a champion before you and you know it.
Brandon: Ha, you a champion. You can’t even hold a candle to anyone in that match. Your fat ass will probably just trip and fly over the top rope.
Big B: Yeah, we’ll see about that. I will be the GIW Hardcore Champion and all you will be is a loser.
(Big B starts walking away.)
Brandon: (Shouting) I highly doubt it, you fat son of a bitch.
(Brandon sees McSkinny coming and throws him into the vending machine. The candy bar finally comes out.)
Brandon: Don’t forget you candy bar, you fat fuck. (Throws candy bar at Big B, hitting him in the back of the head.)
Big B: (Picking candy bar up, and talking to himself) I hope somebody kicks his ass. (Takes bite of candy bar.) This is pretty good, but it doesn’t taste better than me winning the Hardcore title.
Brandon Brown: (Grabbing McSkinny by the throat.) You got involved in my match. You cost me the GIW Title. Now, I’m going to cost you your career. If you walk out of the building this week, then I have failed my mission.
(Brandon Brown throws McSkinny to the ground and walks out of the room. He sees Big B Brown at the vending machine. Big B’s candy bar is stuck.)
Big B: Damn it. My candy bar is stuck.
Brandon: Big B.
Big B: What do you want?
Brandon: I need to tell you something.
Big B: You have finally admitted that you need me to win a match.
Brandon: Fuck no.
Big B: Beating McSkinny doesn’t count as winning a match.
Brandon: McSkinny isn’t even going to walk out of the show.
Big B: So what. You can beat up a weak ass nerd. Stevie Wonder could beat McSkinny.
Brandon: The blind guy?
Big B: Yes, the blind guy.
Brandon: It doesn’t matter. I’m going to get the GIW Title one way or another.
Big B: Not without my help.
Brandon: I don’t need your help.
Big B: You keep telling yourself that. You wouldn’t even have a job here if it wasn’t for me.
Brandon: So you showed me the place and I took advantage of it. I’m the best wrester in the company.
Big B: The best wrestler in the company would have the GIW Title.
Brandon: I was cheated.
Big B: Ah, but you forgot. You got to the finals because you cheated.
Brandon: I didn’t cheat. Your fat ass would just provide a distraction even though I didn’t need it.
Big B: That’s the only reason you won. My distractions.
Brandon: Are you serious? I had all of those guys beat.
Big B: Why can’t you just admit you need me to win a big match.
Brandon: Because I don’t need you.
Big B: You keep saying that but one of these days you will ask for my help once again.
Brandon: You’re the one who needs help. You still haven’t gotten that candy bar out of that machine.
Big B: Oh, I forgot all about that. But unlike you I will ask for assistance. Will you help me in getting this candy bar out of the machine.
Brandon: No.
Big B: Well, fuck you.
Brandon: I don’t need your help and I’m not going to help you.
Big B: I would have helped you if you would have asked.
Brandon: I never need help though. I am the best there is today.
Big B: You are not the best. I am ten times better than you.
Brandon: We are talking wrestling not weight.
Big B: Why do you like making fun of my weight.
Brandon: Because I don’t like you and I find it funny calling you fat.
Big B: What would you do if you were my size?
Brandon: I’d kill myself.
Big B: That hurts.
Brandon: Good.
Big B: I hope McSkinny beats you.
Brandon: Ha, like that will ever happen. That little fucker cost me my title and I want revenge. The kid is lucky I’m not allowed to kill him.
Big B: Is that a rule? We can’t kill people but killers are allowed to wrestle.
Brandon: Yeah, you would think somebody would call the cops on those guys.
Big B: Interesting.
Brandon: Back on topic, I will destroy McSkinny.
Big B: I’m sure you will, but are you sure you don’t need my help.
Brandon: Would you shut the fuck up already about that?
Big B: Nope, I’m just going to keep on annoying you about it.
Brandon: That’s another reason why I hate you.
Big B: You know I have a match this week.
Brandon: I forgot. Your in the Hardcore Battle Royal, who the fuck cares? Only losers try to win that second rate belt.
Big B: The Hardcore title is not second rate. I will wear that belt proudly.
Brandon: You can’t even fit the belt around your waist.
Big B: Another fat joke, I hate you.
Brandon: I don’t care.
Big B: You are just jealous that I am going to be a champion before you and you know it.
Brandon: Ha, you a champion. You can’t even hold a candle to anyone in that match. Your fat ass will probably just trip and fly over the top rope.
Big B: Yeah, we’ll see about that. I will be the GIW Hardcore Champion and all you will be is a loser.
(Big B starts walking away.)
Brandon: (Shouting) I highly doubt it, you fat son of a bitch.
(Brandon sees McSkinny coming and throws him into the vending machine. The candy bar finally comes out.)
Brandon: Don’t forget you candy bar, you fat fuck. (Throws candy bar at Big B, hitting him in the back of the head.)
Big B: (Picking candy bar up, and talking to himself) I hope somebody kicks his ass. (Takes bite of candy bar.) This is pretty good, but it doesn’t taste better than me winning the Hardcore title.