UnReality TV
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FADE IN
The camera fades in on what looks like a combination of a TV wrestling studio and the set for "The Price is Right". It looks like someone sprung for the total package when they bought this get up. Heck, even Rod Roddy, sequined suit and all, sits up in the booth with a microphone. Panning around the studio, we see a packed audience, mostly college age men, but there are several older guys and women as well.
RR: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for..."
Suddenly, Rod's microphone is cut off as Eddie Fenton, dressed to the nines in a Versace suit, steps out on to the stage.
EF: "As Rod was saying, it's time for the world's hottest new game show, 'JOE Tag Team'!!! That's right, today we'll throw two people together as a tag team and see if they can take down the JOE world champions and win...a new car! So Rod, do your friggin job and tell the idiots in TV land what two ingrates get beat up next."
RR: It's Goth, and Ac!!!
Two slightly paunchy, balding, fortysomething males walk down the aisle. "Goth" tries desperately to hide the chocolate bar he was eating while "Ac" shoves the remainder of an Egg McMuffin down his gullet.
EF: "Hmm. How interesting. Ladies and gentlemen in our live studio audience, the Russian Teddy Bears are today's challengers. Now, let's meet the champions!"
Cue Up: "Bad Company" by Bad Company as "The Flash" Skylar Trace and Vic "Tank" Hendricks step into the ring on stage right. The crowd boos profusely.
EF: "Oh, shut up you idiots. You couldn't take these two if they were dead. Now, lambs to the slaughter, I mean contestants, make your way to the graveyard, I mean ring. Now, let me explain the rules. If you can last 2 minutes, you each win a shiny new Gremlin. Now, come out fighting at the sound of the ding dong."
"Goth" charges at Skylar, who simply moves out of the way. He runs face first into Tank Hendricks's back and falls down unconscious.
EF: "Oooooh, that's a nasty fall for Siberian Sissie number one. Now Ac makes his way in, he and Skylar Trace are the legal men. Attempted clothesline by Ac, countered into a vicious sleeperhold drop! Flash picks up Ac, irish whips him into the far ropes and hits him with one of his patented roundhouse combinations! Trace walks over and tags the Tank, who enters with 1:15 remaining on the clock. Ac staggers to his feet, and is dropped right back down with one right hand from the big man! Mama, that's gonna hurt later! Hendricks has him up, and there's the Final Shot powerbomb! Trace is tagged in, goes to the top, I don't believe he's about to try this! Without a Trace! Reverse Shooting Star Press! Sensational move on the teddy bear! Bad Company now sets up Ac, and it's The End! 1..2..3. Elementary at that point. The Russian dimwits never had a shot. You're winners and still champions, BAD COMPANY!!!
Cut to: 5 minutes later, after the show has wrapped.
EF: "Now, that was fun, wasn't it? Gothac Alchemy, I hope you're watching this, cause you've just seen exactly what we'll do to you, in Technicolor HDTV with Dolby Digital stereo surround sound. Now that little exhibition, that was just a jest, but when it comes to our little tete a tete at Onslaught in this here city of Barcelona, it'll be all too real and all too painful for the two of you. We told Carson and Zombie and then they felt it at the Oslo Spektrum. Now we're telling you, your buddy on the 24/7 acid trip, and you're she-male girlfriend, that your presence here is nothing more than a stepping stone, another rung on the ladder to our ultimate domination of Global Xtreme Wrestling."
"Goth, Ac, Acid Boy, she-beast, none of your itty bitty cabal actually thinks that you have a snowball's chance of lasting in the ring with Vic and Sky. Nobody's done it yet, and nobody ever will. And that doesn't just go for Gothac Alchemy, this message is for the Assasins, the Night Cripplers, and especially our current tag team champions, the Monsta Boyz. Buff, Fat, my boys may be stuck against a couple of second raters right now, but as soon as you two get out of that Cell of Destruction, we'll be right outside the door waiting for you. So GXW tags, watch your backs. And Goth, Ac, get ready to watch the beauty of the ceiling, because there's no doubt that The End for you is here. Adios, chumps."
FADE OUT