Post by Gorilla Barone on Aug 5, 2008 2:00:39 GMT -3
Scene opens in the office of Ring of Fire GM, Gorilla Barone. Barone is joined in his office by Triple H and the ROF world heavywieght champion, Nick Victory. All three men are talking and waiting for the arrival of St. Anger. Finally, the big red monster enters Barone's office...
VICTORY: Hey, Dr. Pepper. You got any soda?
Victory and Triple H start laughing. This, of course, infuriates Anger...
ST. ANGER: You're REAL funny asshole
Victory stands up and gets in St. Anger's face. Triple H gets up and all three men start exchanging words...
BARONE: Alright... Alright...ENOUGH! Sit down!
All three superstars begin to calm down. After a couple tense minutes, Gorilla Barone is able to get this meeting started...
BARONE: I'd like to thank you gentlemen for coming on such short notice.
VICTORY: Can we get on with this?(looking at his watch) I have to be in L.A. by this evening
BARONE: Well, if you would ZIP it? I could get started.
VICTORY: (clears his throat) Fair enough
BARONE: Now. As you all know. You three are booked in an eight man tag team match this sunday night on the FOW's program, Face Off. So I called you all here today to make sure you three were on the same page. And from what I've seen thus far, I have some serious doubts. I can't enphasize enough how big of a match this is. It's ROF versus FOW. And I...no, WE need you three to be at your best. How can you expect to win this match and send a message to that punk, Jayson Ryder, if you can't even get along for a few moments in here?
You're just not wrestling for yourselves sunday. You'll be representing the entire ROF. And I have to know that I can count on you three. So what do you say?
VICTORY: Tony, I can't speak for these guys. But I'll say this. As ROF champion I am willing to do whatever it takes to make sure the Ring of Fire stays on top. Even if it means coexisting with people who are obviously jealous of my success.
TRIPLE H: Gimme a break, father time! I'm the GAME. I'm not jealous of anybody. You can count on me Barone. FOW is going down!
Once in agreement, both men look over at St. Anger. Who is sitting quietly with his arms crossed...
ST. ANGER: What?! Nothing would make me happier, than to beat the HELL out of those FOW chumps. I'm in.
BARONE: Fantastic!
VICTORY: You know. There is one wild card in all this
TRIPLE H: He's right
ST. ANGER: Ahmed
BARONE: Yeah. I know. The problem is, I don't know how to approach him. He is FOW after all
VICTORY: Why don't you let me talk to him?
TRIPLE H: Why you?
VICTORY: It's simple, Hunter. I'm a world champion...He's a world champion. We speak the same language
TRIPLE H: I used to be world champion. I speak that language too!
VICTORY: I'm sure you do, little buddy. But tell me. What is your gut instinct say everytime you see Ahmed?
TRIPLE H: To tear his head off and get MY world title back,
VICTORY: Exactly! And that's not going to help us at all. You go over there ready to kill somebody, and we'll never get Mighty Ahmed on our page. I don't hold any ill will towards the big guy. And, not to toot my own horn. But I can be quite persuasive when I want to.
TRIPLE H: I guess you're right
ST. ANGER: Why can't I talk to him?
VICTORY: Seriously, Mr. Pibb?(Triple H laughs) Correct me if I'm wrong. But the last time you showed up on FOW turf you nearly started a riot?! Trust me. I'll take care of Mighty Ahmed. Now, why don't you run and...fetch us a couple Pepsi's
ST. ANGER: Alright! That's it!
All three men jump up out of thier chairs and begin yelling at each other as Gorilla Barone throws some papers up in the air and he rests his head in his hands
(end)
VICTORY: Hey, Dr. Pepper. You got any soda?
Victory and Triple H start laughing. This, of course, infuriates Anger...
ST. ANGER: You're REAL funny asshole
Victory stands up and gets in St. Anger's face. Triple H gets up and all three men start exchanging words...
BARONE: Alright... Alright...ENOUGH! Sit down!
All three superstars begin to calm down. After a couple tense minutes, Gorilla Barone is able to get this meeting started...
BARONE: I'd like to thank you gentlemen for coming on such short notice.
VICTORY: Can we get on with this?(looking at his watch) I have to be in L.A. by this evening
BARONE: Well, if you would ZIP it? I could get started.
VICTORY: (clears his throat) Fair enough
BARONE: Now. As you all know. You three are booked in an eight man tag team match this sunday night on the FOW's program, Face Off. So I called you all here today to make sure you three were on the same page. And from what I've seen thus far, I have some serious doubts. I can't enphasize enough how big of a match this is. It's ROF versus FOW. And I...no, WE need you three to be at your best. How can you expect to win this match and send a message to that punk, Jayson Ryder, if you can't even get along for a few moments in here?
You're just not wrestling for yourselves sunday. You'll be representing the entire ROF. And I have to know that I can count on you three. So what do you say?
VICTORY: Tony, I can't speak for these guys. But I'll say this. As ROF champion I am willing to do whatever it takes to make sure the Ring of Fire stays on top. Even if it means coexisting with people who are obviously jealous of my success.
TRIPLE H: Gimme a break, father time! I'm the GAME. I'm not jealous of anybody. You can count on me Barone. FOW is going down!
Once in agreement, both men look over at St. Anger. Who is sitting quietly with his arms crossed...
ST. ANGER: What?! Nothing would make me happier, than to beat the HELL out of those FOW chumps. I'm in.
BARONE: Fantastic!
VICTORY: You know. There is one wild card in all this
TRIPLE H: He's right
ST. ANGER: Ahmed
BARONE: Yeah. I know. The problem is, I don't know how to approach him. He is FOW after all
VICTORY: Why don't you let me talk to him?
TRIPLE H: Why you?
VICTORY: It's simple, Hunter. I'm a world champion...He's a world champion. We speak the same language
TRIPLE H: I used to be world champion. I speak that language too!
VICTORY: I'm sure you do, little buddy. But tell me. What is your gut instinct say everytime you see Ahmed?
TRIPLE H: To tear his head off and get MY world title back,
VICTORY: Exactly! And that's not going to help us at all. You go over there ready to kill somebody, and we'll never get Mighty Ahmed on our page. I don't hold any ill will towards the big guy. And, not to toot my own horn. But I can be quite persuasive when I want to.
TRIPLE H: I guess you're right
ST. ANGER: Why can't I talk to him?
VICTORY: Seriously, Mr. Pibb?(Triple H laughs) Correct me if I'm wrong. But the last time you showed up on FOW turf you nearly started a riot?! Trust me. I'll take care of Mighty Ahmed. Now, why don't you run and...fetch us a couple Pepsi's
ST. ANGER: Alright! That's it!
All three men jump up out of thier chairs and begin yelling at each other as Gorilla Barone throws some papers up in the air and he rests his head in his hands
(end)