| SouthernExpress | Date: Friday, 2011/07/29, 8:19 PM | Message # 1 |
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Group: EWA Roster
Messages: 12
Status: Offline
| The scene opens to the inside of the training facility of the Southern Express, located in Nashville, Tennessee. ‘Smooth’ Bobby Rose and ‘Classy’ Jimmy Lane are in the center of the ring, both motioning with their hands and whispering to one another. Red Fitzgerald is standing outside the ring, staring at the two men. His mouth a open and a look of confusion across his face.
Bobby: I think, if you pick me up like this and then…
Jimmy: No, no. I have to pick you up like…
Bobby: That ain’t it Jimmy! I swear, it was…
Red slams his hand on the edge of the ring apron.
Red: What are you two fools carrying on about??
Bobby walks over to the side of the ring and leans on the ropes. Jimmy follows suit.
Bobby: Well Red, we are trying to figure out that one move that that Newsome fella hit Jimmy with.
Red: What move?
Bobby: You know, that one where he flipped him up on his shoulders and then slammed him down on his back. You know…
Bobby slaps the back of his hand across Jimmy’s chest, trying to get an answer out of him. Jimmy just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.
Red: It’s called a power bomb! And don’t worry about it. Stick with what you know. It has worked for us for 33 years, why change things now?
Bobby: Well Red…
Red: Bobby…Jimmy…who are the 72 times tag team champions? You guys! You want to make it 73, right? You don’t want to mess with a winning formula, do you? You remember what happened when they changed Coca-Cola to new Coke? It was horrible! And a few weeks later, they changed it right back. So, what did we learn from the Coca-Cola company? You do not mess with a winning formula, got it?
Bobby: We got it. You’re right boss. OK Jimmy, let’s get back to work.
Jimmy: You go it, Bobby.
Bobby and Jimmy high five each other and get to the center of the ring. As Red finds a folding chair to sit down, his cell phone rings. He slides the phone out of his pocket before taking a seat.
Red: Hello? Tony, my man, how you been? Really? That’s great! Well thank you…you are a man of your word. Thank you, sir. Much obliged. Goodbye.
Red has a huge grin across his face. He slowly stands up and slides the phone back into his front pocket. He makes his way back over to the edge of the apron. Bobby and Jimmy and still training in the ring, perfecting their hip tosses and their drop toe holds. Red smacks the apron with his open palm to get their attention.
Red: Boys, get over here. I have some great news for you.
Bobby and Jimmy jogged over to the side of the ring once again, leaning on the ropes.
Bobby: What is it Red? What’s the great news?
Jimmy: Yeah, what’s the news?
Red: I just got off the phone with Mr. Tony Gordon. You remember, the fella we had that meeting with a few weeks back?
Bobby and Jimmy both shake this heads yes, in unison.
Red: Well, he said that our DVD is selling like hot cakes, and so are the t-shirts and bandanas.. The fans of the EWA are becoming fans of the Southern Express! Ain’t it great boys? We will be back in high cotton again real soon.
Bobby and Jimmy turn to high five each other.
Bobby: Whoo! It sure is boss!
Jimmy: Sure is!
Red: Alright boys, go hit the showers. We need you boys looking your best. We are going to cut your promo for next weeks number one contenders match against the Wreckers for the EWA tag team titles. This is a big one!
Bobby: You got it Red. Let’s go Jimmy.
Bobby smacks Jimmy on the back before his slides under the bottom rope and heads back to the locker room. Jimmy follows right behind.
One hour passes.
Red is standing outside the locker room. He is tapping his foot as he looks at his watch, then to the clock on the wall, and back to his watch. Finally, he shakes his head in disbelief, opens the door to the locker room and shouts inside.
Red: Bobby…Jimmy…out here now. It should not take two grown men that long to get ready. I swear you two are slower than molasses in winter.
Red slams the door shut. A few minutes later, Bobby and Jimmy come jogging out of the locker room. Both dressed in matching Southern Express t-shirts, neon blue spandex pants and red and yellow bandanas tied to their legs at the thigh.
Red: Alright boys, I set up an area in the gym here where you can cut your promo. Just back over their in the corner in front of the EWA banner hanging on the wall.
Bobby: OK Red, you got it.
Jimmy: You got it, Red.
Bobby and Jimmy head over to the EWA banner, stand in front of it and proceed to fix their hair. Red shakes his head and he slowly makes his way towards them.
Red: OK boys, I’m your camera man today. Once I get the tape rolling, I’ll give you the signal, got it?
Bobby and Jimmy: Got it!
Red: Four…three…two…
Red then points at Bobby.
Bobby: Oh baby! It is awesome to be here, in the EWA. Whoo!
Jimmy: Awesome!
Bobby: And do you know what else is awesome? Beating up on those two sticks in the mud, the Sons of Ohio! The Southern Express told you, you were going to pay for what you did to Wreckers just a few weeks ago. We told you, you were going to pay for tarnishing the name of tag team wrestling here in the EWA! And we did just that! You paid baby…you paid dearly!
Jimmy: Dearly!
Bobby: And last week we said we were going to climb that ladder all the way to the top. All the way to the Hometown Heroes and all the way to the EWA tag team championship. And boy did we get off to a great start! We got past the first rung of the ladder, the Sons of Ohio. And it looks like that at the next Shatterpoint, Jimmy and I get to take that next step to the second rung of that ladder. That second rung being the Wreckers.
Jimmy points to the sky.
Jimmy: To the top!
Bobby: Now, I’m going to apologize in advance. The Wreckers seem like a good tag team. Nice, decent folks trying to keep the name of tag team wrestling pure, just like the Southern Express. They seem to have the same agenda as we do, getting those tag team titles. But, Akeem and Katterina, you are in our way to get the EWA tag team titles. And anyone that gets in the way of our path to the top…I’m sorry jack, you’re getting pushed, pulled or dragged out of our way!
Jimmy: Sorry jack!
Bobby: Now, there is one thing about this upcoming match that has me a bit worried.
Jimmy: What’s that Bobby?
Bobby: Now, I’m a good, God fearing southern boy. I was raised to respect my elders, say sir and thank you and to never raise my hand to a woman. But if you put me in that ring with Katterina, I’m going to have some hesitation. I will not lie. But here is the thing, you are stepping into our world honey, that wrestling ring.
Jimmy: Our world!
Bobby: And in the world of the Southern Express, EVERYONE is treated equally.
Jimmy: Everyone!
Bobby: Women for years have been asking for equal rights. Well Wreckers, the Southern Express is an equal opportunity ass whooping tag team. And no one is safe from a good ol’ beat down!
Jimmy: Beat down!
Bobby: To be completely honest with you, Jimmy and I have never wrestled a woman in the squared circle before…ever!
Jimmy: Ever!
Bobby: The only women wrestling the Southern Express is used to is some good old fashion mud wrestling, or wrestling the panties off all the females throwing themselves at Jimmy and I backstage!
Jimmy: Panties!
Red is just shaking his head in complete disbelief. He gives Bobby he signal to wrap it up.
Bobby: Wreckers, trying to stop the Southern Express is a lost cause. It’s like trying to find a diamond in a pile of rocks…like trying to pull a Cadillac from a Cracker Jack box! The Southern Express is on their way to the top baby, on their way straight the EWA tag team titles! Whoo!
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