NotorisSTD
League Member
(Bostwick B. Maximized looks quite pi$$ed, quickly walking down an apartment complex hallway in slacks, a GAP T-shirt, expensive sunglasses, a Rolex, and trendy expensive shoes of some kind…Not bothering to knock, he swings open an oddly unlocked door and keeps right on going through a hallway leading to a living room where M.W. Grossard lies in a post game bloody stupor. Grossard is passed out on a stained up old mattress, shirtless in purple sweat pants, three empty bottles of Robotusan (prolly not spelled right) lying next to an also empty bottle of Rasberry Rubenouf (absolutely not spelled right) brand vodka on the floor…)
BOSTWICK B. MAXIMIZED: Typical. (sighs and removes his sunglasses) We should’ve known we’d find you like this.
“The American Idol” M.W. GROSSARD: uuuuhhhhh…
BBM: (kicks the mattress) C’mon, Ahm Dubya Gee!! We’re here to wake you up inside! Wake you up inside!! Call your name and save you from the dark!!!
MWG: (notices Bostwick) Oh. Hi Tim. Does anyone else know you’re still up?
BBM:…Okay, we have no idea what that means. Regardless, you owe us an explanation for what exactly the hell happened out there last night. What’s the story, mourning glory?
MWG: Oh. It’s you. (grins, starts to drool) Well he didn’t…(chuckles) didn’t follow the script…
BOSTWICK B. MAXIMIZED: (the SFX goes SMACK as he slaps MWG across the mouth) OF COURSE HE DIDN’T! HE’S A HACK!! You went in there expecting to work with someone who knew their lines!?! This is SHOW BUISNESS. You’re supposed to be a legend!! You’re supposed to know how to carry people like him!! Do you realize loosing to you that late in the show on a PPV would’ve been considered a push for that guy?!?! Has it occurred to you just how bad this looks?!?! (shakes his head) The, y’know, dozens of smart people who told us you were a waste of time and money? You proved them all right tonight.
MWG: (staggars to his feet) BACK OFF, I’ll take you on!! Head strong!! I’ll take on anyone! (throws a drunk punch at Bostwick. The blow lands a few feet short of it’s intended target, and MWG finds himself facedown on the ground. Bostwick rolls his eyes…)
BBM: We thought we were hiring the guy who turned Japan into his own personal torture chamber not that many years ago. This…slab of humanity in front of me barely passes for a husk of that guy.
MWG: Screw you, buddy.
BBM: However…(sighs) We haven’t exactly come here to yell at you. As disappointed as we are in your astounding failure to perform, you’ve become far to important to us for us to allow you to wallow away pointlessly lost in the shuffle. We’re going to make you a star again, MWG. We’ve just had to augement our methods for doing so…
MWG: I’m…so sorry I ran over your cat mister. I’ll…(sobs) I’ll buy you a new one if y’want…
BBM: Riiight. Getting to my point, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Real World?...
MWG: I like my world better, dad!
BBM: Um, the TV show. Not the actual Real World.
MWG: Heh. Yeah…It was so sad when Perdo died…
BBM: Ah. You’re sort of coherant. Spectacular. Anyhow, based on the decline in ratings of Fierceness aplenty, where fit young aspiring sports entertainers come to grips with things and tell us how they feel about stuff, the network has decided to compress the idea of that show into the always wildly popular Real World…MTV asked us if anyone on our roster was available to live for free in a big house with 6 fit young people for a while. We thought of you who will be desperate for the exposure after you make a loser out of yourself a few more times…
MWG: Oh my god. I’m gonna be on the Real World?!?!
BBM: Yup. You’re gonna be the gay one on the new season taking place in Denver.
MWG: You said no more fag stuff…
BBM: Yuh, that was when we thought you could become a famous wrestler again. Now that we just want you to become famous again, whatever gets attention is great…
MWG: Sweet. Wanna make out?
BBM: (boots the fallen MWG in the ribs) No. You need to be packed up and ready to move in two weeks. And oh yeah, as you’ve probably forgetten, you’ve got Steven James on TV this week. If it’s not too much trouble try not to pass out from exauhstion if he gets you in a head lock or anything…
(Bostwick storms out as MWG keeps right on not moving much…FTB.)
BOSTWICK B. MAXIMIZED: Typical. (sighs and removes his sunglasses) We should’ve known we’d find you like this.
“The American Idol” M.W. GROSSARD: uuuuhhhhh…
BBM: (kicks the mattress) C’mon, Ahm Dubya Gee!! We’re here to wake you up inside! Wake you up inside!! Call your name and save you from the dark!!!
MWG: (notices Bostwick) Oh. Hi Tim. Does anyone else know you’re still up?
BBM:…Okay, we have no idea what that means. Regardless, you owe us an explanation for what exactly the hell happened out there last night. What’s the story, mourning glory?
MWG: Oh. It’s you. (grins, starts to drool) Well he didn’t…(chuckles) didn’t follow the script…
BOSTWICK B. MAXIMIZED: (the SFX goes SMACK as he slaps MWG across the mouth) OF COURSE HE DIDN’T! HE’S A HACK!! You went in there expecting to work with someone who knew their lines!?! This is SHOW BUISNESS. You’re supposed to be a legend!! You’re supposed to know how to carry people like him!! Do you realize loosing to you that late in the show on a PPV would’ve been considered a push for that guy?!?! Has it occurred to you just how bad this looks?!?! (shakes his head) The, y’know, dozens of smart people who told us you were a waste of time and money? You proved them all right tonight.
MWG: (staggars to his feet) BACK OFF, I’ll take you on!! Head strong!! I’ll take on anyone! (throws a drunk punch at Bostwick. The blow lands a few feet short of it’s intended target, and MWG finds himself facedown on the ground. Bostwick rolls his eyes…)
BBM: We thought we were hiring the guy who turned Japan into his own personal torture chamber not that many years ago. This…slab of humanity in front of me barely passes for a husk of that guy.
MWG: Screw you, buddy.
BBM: However…(sighs) We haven’t exactly come here to yell at you. As disappointed as we are in your astounding failure to perform, you’ve become far to important to us for us to allow you to wallow away pointlessly lost in the shuffle. We’re going to make you a star again, MWG. We’ve just had to augement our methods for doing so…
MWG: I’m…so sorry I ran over your cat mister. I’ll…(sobs) I’ll buy you a new one if y’want…
BBM: Riiight. Getting to my point, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Real World?...
MWG: I like my world better, dad!
BBM: Um, the TV show. Not the actual Real World.
MWG: Heh. Yeah…It was so sad when Perdo died…
BBM: Ah. You’re sort of coherant. Spectacular. Anyhow, based on the decline in ratings of Fierceness aplenty, where fit young aspiring sports entertainers come to grips with things and tell us how they feel about stuff, the network has decided to compress the idea of that show into the always wildly popular Real World…MTV asked us if anyone on our roster was available to live for free in a big house with 6 fit young people for a while. We thought of you who will be desperate for the exposure after you make a loser out of yourself a few more times…
MWG: Oh my god. I’m gonna be on the Real World?!?!
BBM: Yup. You’re gonna be the gay one on the new season taking place in Denver.
MWG: You said no more fag stuff…
BBM: Yuh, that was when we thought you could become a famous wrestler again. Now that we just want you to become famous again, whatever gets attention is great…
MWG: Sweet. Wanna make out?
BBM: (boots the fallen MWG in the ribs) No. You need to be packed up and ready to move in two weeks. And oh yeah, as you’ve probably forgetten, you’ve got Steven James on TV this week. If it’s not too much trouble try not to pass out from exauhstion if he gets you in a head lock or anything…
(Bostwick storms out as MWG keeps right on not moving much…FTB.)