Post by Blot on Aug 8, 2006 21:07:04 GMT -5
[Scene opens with a mailman walking down the street. He walks up the walkway to 119 Kelsey Ave. A stunning blonde meets him at the door, they exchange greetings and mail. She walks back into the house and thumbs through the letters....]
Blonde: Bill, bill, bill, magazine, bi-....... OWF? Matt!
Matt: What?
Blonde: You've got mail.
Matt: From who?
Blonde: The OWF....
[There's a thud on the floor, and footsteps can be heard heading her way. Around the corner of the dining room walks in OWF legend The Blot, meaning that stunning blonde is none other than Heather]
Blot: What do they want?
[He opens the envelope. As he reads it his eyes open wide in surprise......]
Heather: What is it? Are they inducting you into the hall of fame?
Blot: Far from it. They're planning a final reunion show.....
Heather: o0o0o....Fun! You always said you wanted to get back in the ring.....
Blot: F*** THEM! They want me to show up and take part in a TLC Tag match to claim the final OWF Tag Champs! I was more than a tag champ! I won every goddamn title that fed ever offered! Tag, Virus, Tri-State, Cyber, Heavyweight........I did it all!! I don't know who half these guys even are! Here, for the Heavyweight Championship, Arkum vs. Genocide. WHo the hell are they!
Heather: Is the Game on there?
Blot: Yea, he's fighting Lonewolf and a guest wrestler in a Special Managgement Match. Look at this, for the Primetime title, Darkness, Monoxide, and Cadaverus, with more to be named. Please! These guys aren't THE Owf. For the real OWF you need to go old school. Were are guys like BW, Yale Sampson, The Wrestling Reaper......
Heather: The Game?
Blot: Hun, he's fighting Lonewolf. But half these guys wouldn't know old-school OWF if it slapped them in the friggin' face!
Heather: SO your'e not doing it?
Blot: Ya know what.....maybe I will, to prove a point. The tag titles were my first, and will be my last title. I'm gonna call Spiker. [Blots dials the number on the letter. He speaks on the phone but you can see him getting angry. He slams the phone down]
Heather: What's wrong?
Blot: I'm not in the show anymore. Switchblade bitched and moaned about me and got another partner.
Heather: So you're not fighting?
Blot: Only if I can find a partner in time.
Heather: Who?
Blot: [Smirks] I know......[Blot dials a number] A-dawg! What's up! Nothing much....look, I got a favor to ask ya.....
[Scene closes with the Blot laughing it up on the phone....]
Blonde: Bill, bill, bill, magazine, bi-....... OWF? Matt!
Matt: What?
Blonde: You've got mail.
Matt: From who?
Blonde: The OWF....
[There's a thud on the floor, and footsteps can be heard heading her way. Around the corner of the dining room walks in OWF legend The Blot, meaning that stunning blonde is none other than Heather]
Blot: What do they want?
[He opens the envelope. As he reads it his eyes open wide in surprise......]
Heather: What is it? Are they inducting you into the hall of fame?
Blot: Far from it. They're planning a final reunion show.....
Heather: o0o0o....Fun! You always said you wanted to get back in the ring.....
Blot: F*** THEM! They want me to show up and take part in a TLC Tag match to claim the final OWF Tag Champs! I was more than a tag champ! I won every goddamn title that fed ever offered! Tag, Virus, Tri-State, Cyber, Heavyweight........I did it all!! I don't know who half these guys even are! Here, for the Heavyweight Championship, Arkum vs. Genocide. WHo the hell are they!
Heather: Is the Game on there?
Blot: Yea, he's fighting Lonewolf and a guest wrestler in a Special Managgement Match. Look at this, for the Primetime title, Darkness, Monoxide, and Cadaverus, with more to be named. Please! These guys aren't THE Owf. For the real OWF you need to go old school. Were are guys like BW, Yale Sampson, The Wrestling Reaper......
Heather: The Game?
Blot: Hun, he's fighting Lonewolf. But half these guys wouldn't know old-school OWF if it slapped them in the friggin' face!
Heather: SO your'e not doing it?
Blot: Ya know what.....maybe I will, to prove a point. The tag titles were my first, and will be my last title. I'm gonna call Spiker. [Blots dials the number on the letter. He speaks on the phone but you can see him getting angry. He slams the phone down]
Heather: What's wrong?
Blot: I'm not in the show anymore. Switchblade bitched and moaned about me and got another partner.
Heather: So you're not fighting?
Blot: Only if I can find a partner in time.
Heather: Who?
Blot: [Smirks] I know......[Blot dials a number] A-dawg! What's up! Nothing much....look, I got a favor to ask ya.....
[Scene closes with the Blot laughing it up on the phone....]