Post by CircularAnswer on Nov 29, 2005 10:22:28 GMT -5
*The camera is focused on a chair in front of a blue backdrop. Trance music begins playing softly. Sir Zeno slides onto the chair and looks into the camera.*
Sir Zeno: In a short period of time, I will be facing Misty Waters over the matter of my Swiss Army Belt Championship. While I have no doubt I can skin that little bitch and roll her in salt, I have to wonder... how far can I go here?
*He pauses and runs his hands through his hair.*
Sir Zeno: I mean, have you seen Dimension Z's economy lately? Our currencyv fell below the peso in terms of worth yesterday, and that's just plain sad. I'm starting to question how much time I spend in this circuit... Maybe I shouldn't have left Dimension Z Wrestling.
*Another pause. He then shrugs.*
Sir Zeno: Meh. I'll just up the tax rate again. That usually settles it.
*He leaves the chair. There's a few minutes of silence, and then Mr. Paradox sits on the chair and looks into the camera, hat tilted back.*
Mr. Paradox: I just talked to the booking committee. The match against Studnuts at the PPV will settle this feud once and for all. Thank the gods for that. I'm sick of this whole angle.
*Drawing his sword, he checks the blade under the light.*
Mr. Paradox: I mean, it was fun at first, but now it's run almost as long as JBL's title run. And man, has it ever gotten overplayed. It doesn't help that Studnuts is one of the worst guys on the roster - can he be any lamer? I'm sick of wrestling him, although I'm not sick of beating him.
*He puts his sword away.*
Mr. Paradox: I just hope I get a better storyline next time.
*Mr. Paradox leaves the chair, and a moment later, Meat-Puppet sits on it.*
Meat-Puppet: ...
*He looks around.*
Meat-Puppet: ...
*He looks around again.*
Meat-Puppet: I need a better gimmick!
*Meat-Puppet walks away, and Queen Mylisiv settles on the chair once it's clear.*
Queen Mylisiv: It took me a while, but I'm finally used to the smell of the air in Dimension Z. It's not like home, but it has its charms. Of course, after Sir Zeno invited me to join BOB, I've spent most of my time in Dimension E... and I can't help but think I've wasted it.
*She sighs and shakes her head.*
Queen Mylisiv: There are only a handful of women in the fed, and most of them are total ditzes or sluts. It's not even worth it to run a woman's title here! Of course, the WWE has the same problems, but at least they pay well. And with my condi-
*Suddenly, she goes mute.*
Queen Mylisiv: I think I left the oven on.
*And she runs away. The chair is empty another moment, and then Dr. Thrilla settles on it.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Contemplative metal clanging*
*He puts his hand to his chin.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Questioning metal clanging*
*He then nods.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Conclusive metal clanging*
*Dr. Thrilla walks away. Another moment passes, and then the camera shuts off.*
Sir Zeno: In a short period of time, I will be facing Misty Waters over the matter of my Swiss Army Belt Championship. While I have no doubt I can skin that little bitch and roll her in salt, I have to wonder... how far can I go here?
*He pauses and runs his hands through his hair.*
Sir Zeno: I mean, have you seen Dimension Z's economy lately? Our currencyv fell below the peso in terms of worth yesterday, and that's just plain sad. I'm starting to question how much time I spend in this circuit... Maybe I shouldn't have left Dimension Z Wrestling.
*Another pause. He then shrugs.*
Sir Zeno: Meh. I'll just up the tax rate again. That usually settles it.
*He leaves the chair. There's a few minutes of silence, and then Mr. Paradox sits on the chair and looks into the camera, hat tilted back.*
Mr. Paradox: I just talked to the booking committee. The match against Studnuts at the PPV will settle this feud once and for all. Thank the gods for that. I'm sick of this whole angle.
*Drawing his sword, he checks the blade under the light.*
Mr. Paradox: I mean, it was fun at first, but now it's run almost as long as JBL's title run. And man, has it ever gotten overplayed. It doesn't help that Studnuts is one of the worst guys on the roster - can he be any lamer? I'm sick of wrestling him, although I'm not sick of beating him.
*He puts his sword away.*
Mr. Paradox: I just hope I get a better storyline next time.
*Mr. Paradox leaves the chair, and a moment later, Meat-Puppet sits on it.*
Meat-Puppet: ...
*He looks around.*
Meat-Puppet: ...
*He looks around again.*
Meat-Puppet: I need a better gimmick!
*Meat-Puppet walks away, and Queen Mylisiv settles on the chair once it's clear.*
Queen Mylisiv: It took me a while, but I'm finally used to the smell of the air in Dimension Z. It's not like home, but it has its charms. Of course, after Sir Zeno invited me to join BOB, I've spent most of my time in Dimension E... and I can't help but think I've wasted it.
*She sighs and shakes her head.*
Queen Mylisiv: There are only a handful of women in the fed, and most of them are total ditzes or sluts. It's not even worth it to run a woman's title here! Of course, the WWE has the same problems, but at least they pay well. And with my condi-
*Suddenly, she goes mute.*
Queen Mylisiv: I think I left the oven on.
*And she runs away. The chair is empty another moment, and then Dr. Thrilla settles on it.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Contemplative metal clanging*
*He puts his hand to his chin.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Questioning metal clanging*
*He then nods.*
Dr. Thrilla: *Conclusive metal clanging*
*Dr. Thrilla walks away. Another moment passes, and then the camera shuts off.*