Post by THE GREAT on Mar 18, 2009 7:45:11 GMT -5
(The Great and Pete Trable are standing in The Great’s living room with their travel bags packed and plane tickets in hand. The Great is wearing a white Missouri basketball jersey, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Pete is wearing a Fresno State jersey, baggy jeans, and tan Lugz boots. Cyborg Angelina X rolls into frame, with a Stephen F. Austin jersey stretched over her Pamela Anderson looking chest, her corrugated tubed arms flailing about like she’s dribbling a basketball and holding off a tough defender. Trable scoops up his luggage and heads for the door.)
The Great: Hey, Pete? The Great wonders why you’re wearing a Fresno State jersey. Fresno State is not in the NCAA Tournament.
(Pete drops his bags.)
Pete: Yo, dog? Are you whack? Gots ta represent tha hood, ya heard?
The Great: Shouldn’t you be wearing Wake Forest colors?
Pete: Hell nah! I’m down wit tha homies! Wake Forest? Yo, I can’t go out like dat.
The Great: The Great feels like this is going to be a very fun tournament. The Great---- anticipates----at least a run to---- the Great Eight.
(Pete gives The Great a funny look.)
Pete: Great Eight? Yo, some cat in Minnesota picked Wake to gets to tha Final Four! Saw it dis morning an ever-thing. Pete gon win dis, yo! X-Factor, ONLY WORLD CHAMPEEN DAT MATTER, I likes tha ring to dat!
(The Great gives Pete a funnier look.)
The Great: The Great thinks that may be the only way you’ll win the championship.
(Pete whirls around with his fist clenched.)
Pete: What, sucka?!
The Great: Let The Great----elaborate. It was a joke, Pete.
(Pete releases his boxer stance.)
Pete: You betta be joking, or shoot. I don’t even know what I’d do, yo.
The Great: Concentrate on your opponent is what The Great thinks you can do. The Great has heard anything is possible in this format.
Pete: Yo, Wake be playing Cleveland State!
The Great: The Great thinks----you shouldn’t underestimate----Cleveland State.
Pete: Yo! Enough of dat rhyming shiznit. Let’s bounce!
(Pete grabs his bags and heads out the door. Cyborg Angelina X rolls out behind him, now sporting a sweatband around her television head.)
The Great: March Mayhem 2009. The Great---is ready----to participate. And perhaps if Mizzou cuts down the nets in Detriot’s Ford Field, The Great---will CEL-E-BRATE.
(The Great picks up his bags and walks out the door.)
The Great: Hey, Pete? The Great wonders why you’re wearing a Fresno State jersey. Fresno State is not in the NCAA Tournament.
(Pete drops his bags.)
Pete: Yo, dog? Are you whack? Gots ta represent tha hood, ya heard?
The Great: Shouldn’t you be wearing Wake Forest colors?
Pete: Hell nah! I’m down wit tha homies! Wake Forest? Yo, I can’t go out like dat.
The Great: The Great feels like this is going to be a very fun tournament. The Great---- anticipates----at least a run to---- the Great Eight.
(Pete gives The Great a funny look.)
Pete: Great Eight? Yo, some cat in Minnesota picked Wake to gets to tha Final Four! Saw it dis morning an ever-thing. Pete gon win dis, yo! X-Factor, ONLY WORLD CHAMPEEN DAT MATTER, I likes tha ring to dat!
(The Great gives Pete a funnier look.)
The Great: The Great thinks that may be the only way you’ll win the championship.
(Pete whirls around with his fist clenched.)
Pete: What, sucka?!
The Great: Let The Great----elaborate. It was a joke, Pete.
(Pete releases his boxer stance.)
Pete: You betta be joking, or shoot. I don’t even know what I’d do, yo.
The Great: Concentrate on your opponent is what The Great thinks you can do. The Great has heard anything is possible in this format.
Pete: Yo, Wake be playing Cleveland State!
The Great: The Great thinks----you shouldn’t underestimate----Cleveland State.
Pete: Yo! Enough of dat rhyming shiznit. Let’s bounce!
(Pete grabs his bags and heads out the door. Cyborg Angelina X rolls out behind him, now sporting a sweatband around her television head.)
The Great: March Mayhem 2009. The Great---is ready----to participate. And perhaps if Mizzou cuts down the nets in Detriot’s Ford Field, The Great---will CEL-E-BRATE.
(The Great picks up his bags and walks out the door.)