Post by Teen Throb on May 3, 2010 7:15:11 GMT -6
{-- The stage is being set in Lincoln Nebraska. The electricins are wiring all the spotlights. The construction crew is building the platform for the stage. As it all begins to come together its quickly becoming obvious that the stage doesn't resemble a wrestling ring or entrance in any way. It looks a lot more like the set up for a concert. This would be the reason why SWA owners Rev and Gladiator are looking furious as they watch the builders working. --}
Rev- I didn't order any of this.
Gladiator- Neither did I?
Rev- Hey you there!
{-- One of the contruction crew looks over. Rev waves him over. --}
Rev- Yes you. Come over here.
{-- The sheepish worker walks over/. --}
Rev- Who told you to build it like this?
Gladiator- That's the funniest looking ring I've ever seen.
Worker guy- It was that Justin guy.
Rev- Justin? Justin who?
Worker guy- The singer. Blonde. Looks like my 17 year old niece. Timblerlake. Bieber. I can't remember which one.
Gladiator- You mean Teen Throb?
{-- Just as his name is being mentioned Teen Throb himself walks on to the arena floor. He sees The Sedition talking to the construction worker and he tries to duck out quickly. Its too late cause Rev and Gladiator both turn around and find him. --}
Gladiator- Hey you.
Rev- Get over here Timberlake!
{-- Teen Throb gives them one of those 'golly gee, you talking to me' looks and walks over. --}
Rev- Why did you change the plans around?
TT- This is what will take your little wrestling show and turn it into an exiting entertainment extravaganza. I give you Spring Breakdown: The Watch Out reunion concert.
{-- You can hear a pin drop in the dead silence. Rev and Gladiator don't look impressed. --}
Rev- There's a problem with that.
TT- What's that?
Gladiator- Your music sucks. No wrestling fans want to hear sugary pop songs. They want blood. They want something disgusting and primal. Your band doesn't fit that mold.
Rev- Besides where are we supposed to put the ring? We have a wrestling tournament to put on here. Or did you forget? The tournament for the SWA world title is around the corner. It's kind of the whole entire reason we booked this arena in the first place. No ring=no show. No show=no tournament. No tournament=no champion. Etc. Etc. Etc.
TT- That's why I took care of that. We'l;l still have a ring. It's just being moved to a different site on the premise while the main arena is converted to the Watch Out stage. The people will love it.
Gladiator- Where's the ring?
{-- The next shot is in the back parking lot. In between dumpsters are Teen Throb's cousin Fletch Baxter and his band mates JJ, Jack, Jerry and Jaswinder. They're all tying twine to giant orange pylons. Under their feet are some soiled mattresses laid side by side. --}
JJ- This is perfect.
Fletch- Got that right.
Jerry- We should totally be in the ring making business.
{-- It comes back to Teen Throb along with Rev and Gladiator. He's just finished explaining the work the band is doing. They still don't look impressed. --}
Rev- First of all we didn't give you permission to take Joe Aiello's bedding to use for the ring. Second of all, we never gave you permission to use company resources to build this concert of yours. I have half a mind to fire you on the spot for wasting our workers time like this.
TT- Don't get your gitch all in a bunch. I did get permission.
Gladiator- From who?
{-- Teen Throb thinks to himself and then blurts out the first name that comes to his mind. --}
TT- Saint.
Rev- I knew it.
Gladiator- We should have never hired him.
{-- Just at that moment Michael Saint walks onto the arena floor with a clipboard. He looks confused by the concert stage wherethe ring should be. --}
Rev- Hey Saint. Why did you give permission for prissy boy here to turn our show into a concert for 13 year old girls?
Saint- What?
Gladiator- He says you gave him permission to do this.
Saint- What are you talking about? I only got into town 30 minutes ago.
TT- There's obviously been some misunderstanding. I think we can all settle this like men. We are all men here aren't we? I know I sure am. Don't let this flawless comlexion fool you. Beneath my rock solid abs and perfectly chiseled pecs pumps the heart of a red blooded man just like the rest of you. That's right. Teen Throb is all man. Proving the critics wrong with his beastly masculinity. I am man here me roar.
Saint- Are you ever going to get to the point?
TT- All I'm asking for is a shot. So here's the deal. You bump the tournament to the really cool parking lot ring my boys have constructed, because after all their feelings will be hurt if their ring doesn't end up being used, and we use the main arena for a rockin good Watch Out concert, and next pay per view we do things your way. What do you say bosses? Give the fans what they're dying to see.
{--Teen Throb waits on their response which takes a whopping 2 seconds. --}
Saint- No chance.
Rev- Never in a million years.
Gladiator- I'd book Air Supply before I booked you in concert.
TT- Oh come on guys! You never agree on anything! First time in history TheSedition and Michael Saint have agreed on something and it's on your hatred for my music? Not a chance. You only hate me because you've never bothered to listen to those complimentary CDs I gave you guys. New deal. You listen to one song and if you still don't like it, we'll do things your way.
{-- Before Rev,Gladiator, and Saint even have a chance to respond Teen Throb is behind a keyboard playing a slow melody. He pulls a mic close and closes his eyes, looking real wussy like as he sings the girly ballad.
Teen Throb ends the song and looks to the bosses for approval. --}
Saint- No chance.
Rev- Never in a million years.
Gladiator- I wouldn't even book you as Air Supply's opening act.
TT- If that's the way you're going to be, maybe I don't want to be a part of your fed after all. I can take my concert to any other arena in the world and sell it out in 10 minutes. You don't want me to do you this favor, then forget it.
{--Rev, Gladiator and Saint had already started to walk away in the middle of Teen Throb's rant. --}
TT- You don't know what you're missing. Gabreal Martin can't woo the girls like I can. Put aside my obvious genetic superiority, he's only been escaping his matches safely because of my interferences. You really think Killjoy is as multi talented as I am? Killjoy's only good at a two things. Scaring people and applying make-up. I'm not too shabby with some cover up either if I do say so myself. Not that I need it. I'm just sayin is all. Kid Cannabis only got lucky the last time we fought. If I had managed to pull off my brilliant cheating scheme, he never would have put me through that table. I won't be holding back this time. Geriatric Hawthorne? All it will take is one call to social services and I can have him committed. Don't think I won't either. You can throw em all at me. I'll take out Roko in record time. Never was a fan of his cousin Koko. Gimme the entire B-Ware family and I'll beat them too. DC Antonio has no rhythm. Duke Wallace has a pale complexion. Ian DeTornado..... Ian DeTornado..... I bet he can't carry a tune. Now don't even get me started on Captain Insanity. He's been calling himself the king of hardcore for far too long. Last time I fought him I locked him in the trunk of a car and dented the backend against a wall. Don't think I won't do it again if he gets mixed up in my business again. I haven't forgotten the US title he cost me in KCW. Tournament or no tournament, his days are numbered. You have a tournament full of brutes who can't sing, can't dance, can't please the ladies, and you're about to let me walk out becase you're not man enough to listen to a little bit of boy band?
{-- Rev, Gladiator and Saint are all walking out the door. --}
Rev- Put my ring back and take down that stage before we get back from lunch.
TT- Hey guys. Can I still be in the tournament? I didn't mean what I said earlier. You let me in and I won't let you down. You're looking at your next SWA Champion here. I'll put the ring back right away. Please don't fire me. Guys? Hey guys?
{--Teen Throb watches as the SWA bosses exit in the distance. --}
TT- They still love me.
Rev- I didn't order any of this.
Gladiator- Neither did I?
Rev- Hey you there!
{-- One of the contruction crew looks over. Rev waves him over. --}
Rev- Yes you. Come over here.
{-- The sheepish worker walks over/. --}
Rev- Who told you to build it like this?
Gladiator- That's the funniest looking ring I've ever seen.
Worker guy- It was that Justin guy.
Rev- Justin? Justin who?
Worker guy- The singer. Blonde. Looks like my 17 year old niece. Timblerlake. Bieber. I can't remember which one.
Gladiator- You mean Teen Throb?
{-- Just as his name is being mentioned Teen Throb himself walks on to the arena floor. He sees The Sedition talking to the construction worker and he tries to duck out quickly. Its too late cause Rev and Gladiator both turn around and find him. --}
Gladiator- Hey you.
Rev- Get over here Timberlake!
{-- Teen Throb gives them one of those 'golly gee, you talking to me' looks and walks over. --}
Rev- Why did you change the plans around?
TT- This is what will take your little wrestling show and turn it into an exiting entertainment extravaganza. I give you Spring Breakdown: The Watch Out reunion concert.
{-- You can hear a pin drop in the dead silence. Rev and Gladiator don't look impressed. --}
Rev- There's a problem with that.
TT- What's that?
Gladiator- Your music sucks. No wrestling fans want to hear sugary pop songs. They want blood. They want something disgusting and primal. Your band doesn't fit that mold.
Rev- Besides where are we supposed to put the ring? We have a wrestling tournament to put on here. Or did you forget? The tournament for the SWA world title is around the corner. It's kind of the whole entire reason we booked this arena in the first place. No ring=no show. No show=no tournament. No tournament=no champion. Etc. Etc. Etc.
TT- That's why I took care of that. We'l;l still have a ring. It's just being moved to a different site on the premise while the main arena is converted to the Watch Out stage. The people will love it.
Gladiator- Where's the ring?
{-- The next shot is in the back parking lot. In between dumpsters are Teen Throb's cousin Fletch Baxter and his band mates JJ, Jack, Jerry and Jaswinder. They're all tying twine to giant orange pylons. Under their feet are some soiled mattresses laid side by side. --}
JJ- This is perfect.
Fletch- Got that right.
Jerry- We should totally be in the ring making business.
{-- It comes back to Teen Throb along with Rev and Gladiator. He's just finished explaining the work the band is doing. They still don't look impressed. --}
Rev- First of all we didn't give you permission to take Joe Aiello's bedding to use for the ring. Second of all, we never gave you permission to use company resources to build this concert of yours. I have half a mind to fire you on the spot for wasting our workers time like this.
TT- Don't get your gitch all in a bunch. I did get permission.
Gladiator- From who?
{-- Teen Throb thinks to himself and then blurts out the first name that comes to his mind. --}
TT- Saint.
Rev- I knew it.
Gladiator- We should have never hired him.
{-- Just at that moment Michael Saint walks onto the arena floor with a clipboard. He looks confused by the concert stage wherethe ring should be. --}
Rev- Hey Saint. Why did you give permission for prissy boy here to turn our show into a concert for 13 year old girls?
Saint- What?
Gladiator- He says you gave him permission to do this.
Saint- What are you talking about? I only got into town 30 minutes ago.
TT- There's obviously been some misunderstanding. I think we can all settle this like men. We are all men here aren't we? I know I sure am. Don't let this flawless comlexion fool you. Beneath my rock solid abs and perfectly chiseled pecs pumps the heart of a red blooded man just like the rest of you. That's right. Teen Throb is all man. Proving the critics wrong with his beastly masculinity. I am man here me roar.
Saint- Are you ever going to get to the point?
TT- All I'm asking for is a shot. So here's the deal. You bump the tournament to the really cool parking lot ring my boys have constructed, because after all their feelings will be hurt if their ring doesn't end up being used, and we use the main arena for a rockin good Watch Out concert, and next pay per view we do things your way. What do you say bosses? Give the fans what they're dying to see.
{--Teen Throb waits on their response which takes a whopping 2 seconds. --}
Saint- No chance.
Rev- Never in a million years.
Gladiator- I'd book Air Supply before I booked you in concert.
TT- Oh come on guys! You never agree on anything! First time in history TheSedition and Michael Saint have agreed on something and it's on your hatred for my music? Not a chance. You only hate me because you've never bothered to listen to those complimentary CDs I gave you guys. New deal. You listen to one song and if you still don't like it, we'll do things your way.
{-- Before Rev,Gladiator, and Saint even have a chance to respond Teen Throb is behind a keyboard playing a slow melody. He pulls a mic close and closes his eyes, looking real wussy like as he sings the girly ballad.
All alone, in my room
Wishing that you were here
Without you, in my arms
I'm holding back all of the tears
You are the girl of my dreams
In my heart, I believe
You are the girl of my dreams,
Baby, of my dreams
Wishing that you were here
Without you, in my arms
I'm holding back all of the tears
You are the girl of my dreams
In my heart, I believe
You are the girl of my dreams,
Baby, of my dreams
Teen Throb ends the song and looks to the bosses for approval. --}
Saint- No chance.
Rev- Never in a million years.
Gladiator- I wouldn't even book you as Air Supply's opening act.
TT- If that's the way you're going to be, maybe I don't want to be a part of your fed after all. I can take my concert to any other arena in the world and sell it out in 10 minutes. You don't want me to do you this favor, then forget it.
{--Rev, Gladiator and Saint had already started to walk away in the middle of Teen Throb's rant. --}
TT- You don't know what you're missing. Gabreal Martin can't woo the girls like I can. Put aside my obvious genetic superiority, he's only been escaping his matches safely because of my interferences. You really think Killjoy is as multi talented as I am? Killjoy's only good at a two things. Scaring people and applying make-up. I'm not too shabby with some cover up either if I do say so myself. Not that I need it. I'm just sayin is all. Kid Cannabis only got lucky the last time we fought. If I had managed to pull off my brilliant cheating scheme, he never would have put me through that table. I won't be holding back this time. Geriatric Hawthorne? All it will take is one call to social services and I can have him committed. Don't think I won't either. You can throw em all at me. I'll take out Roko in record time. Never was a fan of his cousin Koko. Gimme the entire B-Ware family and I'll beat them too. DC Antonio has no rhythm. Duke Wallace has a pale complexion. Ian DeTornado..... Ian DeTornado..... I bet he can't carry a tune. Now don't even get me started on Captain Insanity. He's been calling himself the king of hardcore for far too long. Last time I fought him I locked him in the trunk of a car and dented the backend against a wall. Don't think I won't do it again if he gets mixed up in my business again. I haven't forgotten the US title he cost me in KCW. Tournament or no tournament, his days are numbered. You have a tournament full of brutes who can't sing, can't dance, can't please the ladies, and you're about to let me walk out becase you're not man enough to listen to a little bit of boy band?
{-- Rev, Gladiator and Saint are all walking out the door. --}
Rev- Put my ring back and take down that stage before we get back from lunch.
TT- Hey guys. Can I still be in the tournament? I didn't mean what I said earlier. You let me in and I won't let you down. You're looking at your next SWA Champion here. I'll put the ring back right away. Please don't fire me. Guys? Hey guys?
{--Teen Throb watches as the SWA bosses exit in the distance. --}
TT- They still love me.