Post by Steve Studnuts on Jul 28, 2005 9:06:37 GMT -5
~~~ Meanwhile…back at “TITTIES ‘R’ US” ©, Dr. Plants is wrapping up a phone call to one of his patients before he takes his “vacation” away from the clinic ~~~
SMP: It’ll be okay. They’re ummmm, supposed to look like that.
What?
No, that should go away in a couple of months…
That, too.
Yes, that, too.
I doubt that will…
~~~ Steve Studnuts bursts in carrying a video ~~~
Studs: Hang up that phone, jerkweed. Ya gotta see THIS.
SMP: [covering the phone with his hand] Hold on a minute… this is a very important pa….
Studs: It’s from douja.
SMP: [into the phone] Goodbye. [hangs up] Did you say that was from douja?
Studs: Yep. You gotta place to check this out right here?
SMP: Sure, follow me!
~~~ They enter a back door in Plants’ office that leads to a recreation room. His own. The walls are covered with pictures of SMP’s career… SMP pinning Neige in a “Nicolas Cage Match” for the STWF Intergalactic Title, SMP pinning Sgt. Genocide for the STWF Intergalactic Title, SMP with the WWF NQGETBWCC Title after defeating The Domino at “Barnyard Blitzkrieg”, SMP with the STWF North American Title posing beside a rickety easel.
CAMEO APPEARANCE: DON’T CALL ME THAT!
…. An autographed picture of SMP that SMP autographed to himself. A picture of SMP and Luke Warm with the STWF 3-4-1 tag-team titles. A picture of SMP with Nurse Heidi before she was ruined by the cruelties and sexism of the business. One whole wall dedicated to the SMP/douja feud, even one with SMP and douja holding the Four Play Tag-team Titles of BOB. douja’s face has recently been “x’ed” out with a black magic marker, though. There’s another door in the back of this room, slightly opened. Steve notices it and looks in. Although the room he’s currently in is crammed full of stuff, this one appears larger and is completely empty ~~~
Studs: [still peeking in] Hey, Doc… what’s in this room?
SMP: [quickly running over and shutting the door] Nothing! The VCR’s over there… [before joining the two watching douja’s promo, the nameless cameraman pans up to the sign on this door… it reads: “Reserved For My Ego.”
~~~ Cut to a couch, where SMP sits staring at the video clip, Steve just relaxes and probably daydreams about fucking the receptionist ~~~
SMP: WHOO WHEE! I sure lit a fire under that son-of-a-bitch, didn’t I? Hot damn, that’s the longest promo that scraggly hair bastard has done in his lifetime!
[takes in a deep breath]
douja! You’re fired up? ARE YOU FIRED UP?! GOOD!
I want you fired up, I want you ready to go! Because EVERYBODY, that’s ANYBODY… knows that you and I have heat that’s NEVER going to be settled until one of us is crippled up in a wheelchair or dead and buried!
We’ve been in the ring, we’ve done it all! You and I have one of the longest running blood feuds in the history of this goddamned sport, so when Steve asked me to be his partner I JUMPED at the chance! Granted, I’ve been away for awhile, and yes…. I’ve gotten a little out of shape. But you know what? When this thing looked like it might be a reality… I went straight to the stores, pal!
I’ve got Slim Fast! Hydroxycut! Ab-Blaster! Thigh-Master! Creatine! Some pills from Jose Canseco! I even got a Gazelle!
CAMEO APPEARANCE #2: YOU CAN DO IIIIIIIIIIIT!
SMP: I’ll be in shape, you cheeba zombie little son-of-a-bitch! You SON-OF-A-BITCH! SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Studs: * pfffft *
SMP: douja, I know why I’m at the top of that shit list of yours… it’s because you KNOW you’ll never be the wrestler I am. You were in the STWF before I got there…. and I shot past you and into the record books, and left you standing on the corner. I’m a legend! A REAL LEGEND THAT D.K. HAD TO BAN EXCLAMATION POINTS FROM DURING INTROS! I was that DAMN GOOD! I…AM…A… LEGEND! I’m not some jobber that gets squashed in another galaxy by some dolt that couldn’t lace my fucking shoes… by a guy that’s not had as many MATCHES in his CAREER as I have had MAIN EVENTS in mine! Not some self titled “BOB Legend” like you, douja. That reminds me, who the HELL is Leary?
Studs: Focus, Doc.
SMP: No, I WANT TO KNOW! I got that DVD set, and that scrub had the NERVE to talk about my win/loss record, said my win/loss record wasn’t the greatest. Let me tell you something, pal…. it’s not about wins and losses that makes you a legend, it’s what you do BETWEEN the wins and losses that makes you a legend. Now, you go to that STWF site and you COUNT how many wrestlers were in that promotion. COUNT THEM!
Then you count, out of all those people, how many held the INTERGALACTIC TITLE!
THEN! Count how many out of THOSE held it TWICE!
After you’re finished with that, you lousy punk… go back and look, out of all those competitors, and find the ONE MAN that did what no other human being alive walking the face of this planet can say they did.
Won the BIG THREE in the STWF. Tag-Titles, North American, and I.G.! I would’ve won that goddamned Not A Cruiserweight Title But It’s Close Title if I wasn’t FIGHTIN’ THE BIG BOYS!
In fact, even though the stupid STWF rankings don’t reflect it… I was the LAST I.G. Champion! HEY! I’m STILL the I.G. CHAMPION! I’M GOING TO GET A REPLICA BELT! COME ON, STEVE!
~~~ Cut to Steve, who is motionless, slumped over on the armrest. He’s drooling profusely. ~~~
SMP: Uh, well… I’m STILL GETTING THAT REPLICA BELT!
[takes another deep breath]
THRILLA, SEE IF YOU CAN CLANG THAT METAL FUCKING MOUTH LONG ENOUGH TO SQUEEZE OUT A YES!
I don’t care about your University of Coma Diploma. I don’t care about your stupid rap video. I don’t care about your record deal.
All I want from you is for your little interpreter guy to come on here and say that you have accepted the match. That’s it.
And after that happens…. It’ll be payback time, when you step into MY galaxy! And I will watch you bleed. And I will watch you die.
GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD!
~~~ cut to Steve, who has now slid on to the floor and is snoring. Fade out ~~~
CREDITS:
IDEA: STOLEN FROM SKEETER
CAMEO #2 : TONY LITTLE
CAMEO #1: BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN
Girl on phone: BITCH WITH FUCKED UP TITTIES
SMP: It’ll be okay. They’re ummmm, supposed to look like that.
What?
No, that should go away in a couple of months…
That, too.
Yes, that, too.
I doubt that will…
~~~ Steve Studnuts bursts in carrying a video ~~~
Studs: Hang up that phone, jerkweed. Ya gotta see THIS.
SMP: [covering the phone with his hand] Hold on a minute… this is a very important pa….
Studs: It’s from douja.
SMP: [into the phone] Goodbye. [hangs up] Did you say that was from douja?
Studs: Yep. You gotta place to check this out right here?
SMP: Sure, follow me!
~~~ They enter a back door in Plants’ office that leads to a recreation room. His own. The walls are covered with pictures of SMP’s career… SMP pinning Neige in a “Nicolas Cage Match” for the STWF Intergalactic Title, SMP pinning Sgt. Genocide for the STWF Intergalactic Title, SMP with the WWF NQGETBWCC Title after defeating The Domino at “Barnyard Blitzkrieg”, SMP with the STWF North American Title posing beside a rickety easel.
CAMEO APPEARANCE: DON’T CALL ME THAT!
…. An autographed picture of SMP that SMP autographed to himself. A picture of SMP and Luke Warm with the STWF 3-4-1 tag-team titles. A picture of SMP with Nurse Heidi before she was ruined by the cruelties and sexism of the business. One whole wall dedicated to the SMP/douja feud, even one with SMP and douja holding the Four Play Tag-team Titles of BOB. douja’s face has recently been “x’ed” out with a black magic marker, though. There’s another door in the back of this room, slightly opened. Steve notices it and looks in. Although the room he’s currently in is crammed full of stuff, this one appears larger and is completely empty ~~~
Studs: [still peeking in] Hey, Doc… what’s in this room?
SMP: [quickly running over and shutting the door] Nothing! The VCR’s over there… [before joining the two watching douja’s promo, the nameless cameraman pans up to the sign on this door… it reads: “Reserved For My Ego.”
~~~ Cut to a couch, where SMP sits staring at the video clip, Steve just relaxes and probably daydreams about fucking the receptionist ~~~
SMP: WHOO WHEE! I sure lit a fire under that son-of-a-bitch, didn’t I? Hot damn, that’s the longest promo that scraggly hair bastard has done in his lifetime!
[takes in a deep breath]
douja! You’re fired up? ARE YOU FIRED UP?! GOOD!
I want you fired up, I want you ready to go! Because EVERYBODY, that’s ANYBODY… knows that you and I have heat that’s NEVER going to be settled until one of us is crippled up in a wheelchair or dead and buried!
We’ve been in the ring, we’ve done it all! You and I have one of the longest running blood feuds in the history of this goddamned sport, so when Steve asked me to be his partner I JUMPED at the chance! Granted, I’ve been away for awhile, and yes…. I’ve gotten a little out of shape. But you know what? When this thing looked like it might be a reality… I went straight to the stores, pal!
I’ve got Slim Fast! Hydroxycut! Ab-Blaster! Thigh-Master! Creatine! Some pills from Jose Canseco! I even got a Gazelle!
CAMEO APPEARANCE #2: YOU CAN DO IIIIIIIIIIIT!
SMP: I’ll be in shape, you cheeba zombie little son-of-a-bitch! You SON-OF-A-BITCH! SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Studs: * pfffft *
SMP: douja, I know why I’m at the top of that shit list of yours… it’s because you KNOW you’ll never be the wrestler I am. You were in the STWF before I got there…. and I shot past you and into the record books, and left you standing on the corner. I’m a legend! A REAL LEGEND THAT D.K. HAD TO BAN EXCLAMATION POINTS FROM DURING INTROS! I was that DAMN GOOD! I…AM…A… LEGEND! I’m not some jobber that gets squashed in another galaxy by some dolt that couldn’t lace my fucking shoes… by a guy that’s not had as many MATCHES in his CAREER as I have had MAIN EVENTS in mine! Not some self titled “BOB Legend” like you, douja. That reminds me, who the HELL is Leary?
Studs: Focus, Doc.
SMP: No, I WANT TO KNOW! I got that DVD set, and that scrub had the NERVE to talk about my win/loss record, said my win/loss record wasn’t the greatest. Let me tell you something, pal…. it’s not about wins and losses that makes you a legend, it’s what you do BETWEEN the wins and losses that makes you a legend. Now, you go to that STWF site and you COUNT how many wrestlers were in that promotion. COUNT THEM!
Then you count, out of all those people, how many held the INTERGALACTIC TITLE!
THEN! Count how many out of THOSE held it TWICE!
After you’re finished with that, you lousy punk… go back and look, out of all those competitors, and find the ONE MAN that did what no other human being alive walking the face of this planet can say they did.
Won the BIG THREE in the STWF. Tag-Titles, North American, and I.G.! I would’ve won that goddamned Not A Cruiserweight Title But It’s Close Title if I wasn’t FIGHTIN’ THE BIG BOYS!
In fact, even though the stupid STWF rankings don’t reflect it… I was the LAST I.G. Champion! HEY! I’m STILL the I.G. CHAMPION! I’M GOING TO GET A REPLICA BELT! COME ON, STEVE!
~~~ Cut to Steve, who is motionless, slumped over on the armrest. He’s drooling profusely. ~~~
SMP: Uh, well… I’m STILL GETTING THAT REPLICA BELT!
[takes another deep breath]
THRILLA, SEE IF YOU CAN CLANG THAT METAL FUCKING MOUTH LONG ENOUGH TO SQUEEZE OUT A YES!
I don’t care about your University of Coma Diploma. I don’t care about your stupid rap video. I don’t care about your record deal.
All I want from you is for your little interpreter guy to come on here and say that you have accepted the match. That’s it.
And after that happens…. It’ll be payback time, when you step into MY galaxy! And I will watch you bleed. And I will watch you die.
GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD!
~~~ cut to Steve, who has now slid on to the floor and is snoring. Fade out ~~~
CREDITS:
IDEA: STOLEN FROM SKEETER
CAMEO #2 : TONY LITTLE
CAMEO #1: BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN
Girl on phone: BITCH WITH FUCKED UP TITTIES