JayPeaTee
League Member
(Scene- An NFW Backdrop Colt and Beretta are standing in front of a tv, watching the Simpsons. Cletus' the slack-jawed yocle is on the screen. )
COLT: Ok boys! This is where I WOULD ask you if you were morons! But it's obvious that goes without saying. Noone cares about the time you spent in Mississippi being some thick necked guy named Bubba's lil woman. You wanna call yourselves the best tag-team in the world, fine, you wanna call yourselves the greatest ever, cool. Don't really care! You have defunct belts, which by the looks of them have a few "gooey" stains on em. That's ok! What's my point? WHAT'S YOUR POINT?! MAKE ONE! PLEASE!
( As Beretta looks up, Colt watches a commercial for "Big Muther Truckers")
BERETTA: Ya know OSS! Yeah, we admitted it, we modeled our career after two guys from Chicago. I have to ask you though, how much did you make off the marketing of this game? (points to the commercial) I know they asked you! Especially this part right here! ( "Who's yer daddy! Who's yer daddy! Why are you asking me that? Yer my cousin, not my daddy!") If you think that you playing your organ on top of a tombstone is gonna piss either of us off,
COLT: The fact that you guys want to still be around is fine, it's cool! You don't to CONSTANTLY! INCESSANTLY! REPETITIVELY! spout OVER and OVER and OVER about you being someone's ***** in Mississippi...heh "you got a perty mouth!" You know what? I'm gonna make this my personal quest...
BERETTA: What's that?
COLT: To shut these two morons up! This "We're the originals" this, and "We kicked ass in 71" that. I mean DAMN Get over it you incestual rednecks!
BERETTA: (laughing) They should take the red pill! ( looking at the camera) 1. Get over yourselves 2. book a room in the hospitals 3. get a better gimmick 4. get over yourselves.
COLT: Don't worry about the set of tag-belts you retired, you don't bring your set, we won't bring our sets. We're simply fighting in one last match to go out on top. Of course, yuo could try and do something about it...
BERETTA: But if you're smart you won't....but hey, we ARE talking about you...
COLT: Indeed...
( Scene fades as the two pull out a PS2 and start playing "Big Muther Truckers")
COLT: Ok boys! This is where I WOULD ask you if you were morons! But it's obvious that goes without saying. Noone cares about the time you spent in Mississippi being some thick necked guy named Bubba's lil woman. You wanna call yourselves the best tag-team in the world, fine, you wanna call yourselves the greatest ever, cool. Don't really care! You have defunct belts, which by the looks of them have a few "gooey" stains on em. That's ok! What's my point? WHAT'S YOUR POINT?! MAKE ONE! PLEASE!
( As Beretta looks up, Colt watches a commercial for "Big Muther Truckers")
BERETTA: Ya know OSS! Yeah, we admitted it, we modeled our career after two guys from Chicago. I have to ask you though, how much did you make off the marketing of this game? (points to the commercial) I know they asked you! Especially this part right here! ( "Who's yer daddy! Who's yer daddy! Why are you asking me that? Yer my cousin, not my daddy!") If you think that you playing your organ on top of a tombstone is gonna piss either of us off,
COLT: The fact that you guys want to still be around is fine, it's cool! You don't to CONSTANTLY! INCESSANTLY! REPETITIVELY! spout OVER and OVER and OVER about you being someone's ***** in Mississippi...heh "you got a perty mouth!" You know what? I'm gonna make this my personal quest...
BERETTA: What's that?
COLT: To shut these two morons up! This "We're the originals" this, and "We kicked ass in 71" that. I mean DAMN Get over it you incestual rednecks!
BERETTA: (laughing) They should take the red pill! ( looking at the camera) 1. Get over yourselves 2. book a room in the hospitals 3. get a better gimmick 4. get over yourselves.
COLT: Don't worry about the set of tag-belts you retired, you don't bring your set, we won't bring our sets. We're simply fighting in one last match to go out on top. Of course, yuo could try and do something about it...
BERETTA: But if you're smart you won't....but hey, we ARE talking about you...
COLT: Indeed...
( Scene fades as the two pull out a PS2 and start playing "Big Muther Truckers")