Guest Ace309 Report post Posted March 25, 2002 The camera zooms in on the SJL locker room that looks like a locker room, catching Z sitting down on one of the wooden benches. Z is reading a comic book and sipping a cup Starbucks 'Extra lite mocha mocha irish cream double whip frappuccino w/ thermal sleeve and hold the cinnamon, please.' when he hears a sharp knock at the door. Z jumps, spilling his coffee down his shirt. Clutching his chest in pain, he answers the knock. Z(pained):(ouch!)C'mon(ow!)in!(owie!) The camera pans over to the doorway, where Tom Flesher is leaning against the door frame. Flesher(total cheeze): Hey, buddy! What's up? Through his pained expression, Z gives Tom a bit of a suprized look. Z: ...buddy?(ow!) Flesher looks at Z, in his ridiculous outfit, clutching his chest in pain. In spite of himself, Tom takes a deep breath, before plastering on the cheeziest, fakest grin seen outside of a game-show host. Flesher(Cheezier): Yep! I was just thinking earlier today, you gave me a really good match on Metal last week, and on Crimson this weekend. And ya know... sometimes, big feuds turn into tight friendships! Z looks a little suspicious, before asking... Z: Okay, Tom. What's the catch? Flesher(defensive): Catch!? I shocked, Z! I'm a fine, upstanding fellow! I wouldn't claim a friendship with someone, just so that I could use them! As a matter of fact, I was wondering if you wanted to hit the clubs tonight. I could loan you one of my outfits, hook you up with some of the ladies... Z(stunned): Really!? Flesher:Damn straight, Z-man. You've got a ton of potential. If you got out on the dance floor, you'd be macking hard like Funkmaster Flex. Z:Wow... just like Flex Ex Ex.... Dang, Tom, you ain't so bad. To think, most people thought you were a two-timing, scum sucking, bottom feeding, algae eating inspiration for birth control! Flesher's eyes narrow and his face falls. He glares daggers at Z. Flesher(seething): You... You... Z: What? Flesher makes a desperate, guttural noise in the back of his throat, before calming down and putting back on the fake grin. Flesher: You... lovable scamp, you! Ha-ha! (He saunters closer to Z, throwing an arm over his shoulders.) Tell ya' what, before we do this, I need you to promise me something... Z: What's that? Flesher: When we have our match against Danny Williams, to see who the number one contender for the European Title is.... Z: Yeah...? Flesher: I need you to work with me! We can take out Williams together until he's a non-issue. We can work together, neutralize his pill-popping ass, and then... what say we can flip a coin to see who gets to pick up the pin? If I win the toss, I promise... you'll get the first title shot! Z: Wow... you really want to work the match with me? It'll be so much better that way! Flesher: Definitely, Z-man. You know... You're about my size. I'll get you a sweater and a pair of jeans, and we'll hit the jumpinest club in town tonight. I'll even buy you and all your ladies a round. Z: Wow... I mean... wow. Fleser drops his arm off of Z's shoulder, before giving him a HARD slap on the back. Flesher: Great! I'll call you. Later, man. Z: Later... pal! Flesher struts out, smiling broadly. Before getting halfway through the door, he shudders violently. He shakes his head and mutters something about a 'tool'. Z goes back to his reading, muttering to himself. Z: This is going to be great. Either I'm the number one contender, or I'll get first shot at Flesher... Fudge yeah! Fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Shawn Report post Posted March 26, 2002 Oh no! Poor Z! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted March 26, 2002 Hee hee!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Edwin MacPhisto Report post Posted March 26, 2002 Smart heels and dopey faces. God, life is good. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
