Post by Pigeon on Sept 13, 2005 1:59:27 GMT -5
[We open to a BOB house show. Yep, that house show the bookers didn't know about and apparantly neither did the fans, as the arena (or bus station, whatever) is completely empty save for a few bored hobos. The ring is surrounded by a poorly constructed cage, which BOB superstar jobber Pigeon has been handcuffed to. Timmy Creamer has a balsa wood chair in hand and proceeds to gently hit Pigeon with it, the sound of which can barely even be heard by the wrestlers themselves.]
Styles: OH MY GOD that was weak.
[Timmy Creamer climbs out of the cage and the camera zooms in as Pigeon is blading with a razor held between his toes.]
Pigeon: On SMC... uh, 24? Yeah, 24. I beat douja, one, two, three in the middle of the ring. Where's my title shot? Don't think I deserve it? Well, just get me off these house shows that don't exist at least. Quoth the Pigeon, 'Coo!'
[The lights turn off and Pigeon is left handcuffed to the cage.]
Pigeon: Uh, guys?
Styles: OH MY GOD that was weak.
[Timmy Creamer climbs out of the cage and the camera zooms in as Pigeon is blading with a razor held between his toes.]
Pigeon: On SMC... uh, 24? Yeah, 24. I beat douja, one, two, three in the middle of the ring. Where's my title shot? Don't think I deserve it? Well, just get me off these house shows that don't exist at least. Quoth the Pigeon, 'Coo!'
[The lights turn off and Pigeon is left handcuffed to the cage.]
Pigeon: Uh, guys?