Post by Teen Throb on Jun 26, 2010 11:14:49 GMT -6
{-- JJ one of the "other guys" in the group Watch Out closes his hotel room door. He throws his bag over his shoulder and takes the elevator down to the lobby. JJ goes to the front desk and hands his room key in. --}
Desk Clerk- Checking out already Mr. JJ?
JJ- Yes.
Desk Clerk- The other members of your group checking out as well?
JJ- I couldn't care any less. Chances are they won't even notice I'm gone. I've had it with being a background character in the Teen Throb show. I'm going home.
{--Teen Throb is in front of a microphone doing his usual Ooooooo, baby, baby, baby chorus. Synthesized music and electronic beat play in the background. --}
TT- Ooooooo, baby, baby, baby, mmm, mmmm, mmmmm. Take it Jerry!
Jerry- Baby, baby, baby.
Jack- You know it girl.
Jaswinder- Uh huh. OOoooooo baby, baby, baby.
TT- Take it JJ!
{-- As the music continues to play Teen Throb keeps bouncing to the beat. There's a delayed silence where JJ clearly isn't singing. Teen Throb doesn't notice. --}}
TT- Uh huh. JJ laying it down!
{-- Jerry, Jack, and Jaswinder take the headphones off and signal for the guys in the sound booth to cut the track. Teen Throb cluelessly keeps dancing. --}
Jack- Cut the music. Cut the music.,
Jerry- Where's JJ?
TT- What do you mean where's JJ? He's right here. Didn't you hear him record his verse?
Jaswinder- That verse was complete silence you moron. Not to mention there's nobody in front of his mic.
TT- What? How strange. Did he step out for a coffee or something?
Jack- Come to think of it I don't think he ever showed up with us. Did anyone see him?
{-- Jerry and Jaswinder shake their heads. --}
TT- Who cares. We need to finish this track. Someone record JJ's part so we can get out of here.
Jerry- You can't just replace JJ. He's a key member of the group. We're not all interchangeable man.
TT- Sure you are. Nobody even noticed when I hired a new Jaswinder back in 02.
{-- Jerry and Jack take a close look at Jaswinder. --}
Jaswinder- He's making it up!
Jack- Have you always had that birth mark?
Jaswinder- This is ridiculous. We need to find JJ. He could be kidnapped. Or dying.
Jack- Or worse. He could be kidnapped and held for ransom and when they tried to call us for the ransom they couldn't get a hold of us because our cell rings aren't loud enough to hear over Teen Throb's OOOOOOOO BABY, BABY, BABY chorus. Then because they couldn't reach us they took a knife, cut off his thumbs and Fed-Exed them to our hotel with a ransom note. Of course we aren't at the hotel anymore, so when we didn't responjd to that they pulled out a gun and shot him in the face. Now JJ is either dead from a gun shot to the face or he's seriously wounded with his face being blown off.
Jerry- Oh no! The album covers just won't look right anymore!
Jaswinder- We need to find JJ.
TT- Forget about JJ. I need to finish this track and catch a flight to Ottawa. Big tag team action this week with the top stars in the SWA. That's big time publicity.
Jaswinder- Just for once think of someone other than yourself.
TT- You guys have seen the message boards on our website. As far as the world is concerened there is nobody else other than me. Here I am caught in the middle of the world title fight. Had things gone differently it would have been me getting ready to take the belt off of Ian Tornado. Just last time on Fever I played the part of Larsen's stepping post to winning his title shot. Now one show later I go from Larsen's stepping post to tag team partner. I don't know what I owe him. I could care less who wins the SWA world title between Larsen and Tornado. To be honest I thought this was a throw away match for me until last night. What sense was there of having me keep some masked nobody busy for an entire match as Larsen and Tornado fight it out yet again. Then the mask came off yesterday and I found out who El Super Beasto really was.
Kryptochild. My old friend Kryptochild. How time has treated us differently. Years have passed since you thrust yourself into my private war with Michael Saint. Here I stand just as ripped, tanned, and sexy as ever, and you're guarding Gabreal Martin for 8 bucks an hour. Actually come to think of it nothing really has changed for either of us. I'm still a superstar across various forms of media and you're still a lapdog for someone else. It used to be Michael Saint and now it's Martin. All you did was trade up masters in your slave trade. I'm up for taking a trip down memory lane. Tornado and Larsen will do their own thing in this match and you and I poor El Super Krypto will fight it out like it's 2004. You bring your posse and I'll bring mine. Except it seems like your posse couldn't care less about anything you do. Good thing my posse is still in tact and loyal as ever. Right guys? Right? Guys?
{-- Teen Throb looks around in all directions. Jerry, Jack and Jaswinder have disappeared. He walks out of the recording study and looks down the hall. He walks down the hall and out the front door. Still can't find them anywhere. Teen Throb does find his cousin the fat Fletch Baxter eating an ice cream sandwich on a park bench in front of the studio. --}
TT- Hey Fletch where did the boys go to?
Fletch- You mean Jerry, Jack, Jaswinder? They climb on board the tour bus and drove away. Said something about going to look for JJ. They seemed pretty worried.
TT- Worried? They're worried about JJ disappearing when we're in the middle of a crisis involving me? How selfish can JJ be? It's always about him. I thought just this once he could put his own ego away so the entire group could band together for me. I guess I need some new friends. Hey Fletch how about accompanying me to Fever?
Fletch- Not a chance.
TT- Family. The only thing suckier than friends.
Desk Clerk- Checking out already Mr. JJ?
JJ- Yes.
Desk Clerk- The other members of your group checking out as well?
JJ- I couldn't care any less. Chances are they won't even notice I'm gone. I've had it with being a background character in the Teen Throb show. I'm going home.
Later That Afternoon- Recording Studio
{--Teen Throb is in front of a microphone doing his usual Ooooooo, baby, baby, baby chorus. Synthesized music and electronic beat play in the background. --}
TT- Ooooooo, baby, baby, baby, mmm, mmmm, mmmmm. Take it Jerry!
Jerry- Baby, baby, baby.
Jack- You know it girl.
Jaswinder- Uh huh. OOoooooo baby, baby, baby.
TT- Take it JJ!
{-- As the music continues to play Teen Throb keeps bouncing to the beat. There's a delayed silence where JJ clearly isn't singing. Teen Throb doesn't notice. --}}
TT- Uh huh. JJ laying it down!
{-- Jerry, Jack, and Jaswinder take the headphones off and signal for the guys in the sound booth to cut the track. Teen Throb cluelessly keeps dancing. --}
Jack- Cut the music. Cut the music.,
Jerry- Where's JJ?
TT- What do you mean where's JJ? He's right here. Didn't you hear him record his verse?
Jaswinder- That verse was complete silence you moron. Not to mention there's nobody in front of his mic.
TT- What? How strange. Did he step out for a coffee or something?
Jack- Come to think of it I don't think he ever showed up with us. Did anyone see him?
{-- Jerry and Jaswinder shake their heads. --}
TT- Who cares. We need to finish this track. Someone record JJ's part so we can get out of here.
Jerry- You can't just replace JJ. He's a key member of the group. We're not all interchangeable man.
TT- Sure you are. Nobody even noticed when I hired a new Jaswinder back in 02.
{-- Jerry and Jack take a close look at Jaswinder. --}
Jaswinder- He's making it up!
Jack- Have you always had that birth mark?
Jaswinder- This is ridiculous. We need to find JJ. He could be kidnapped. Or dying.
Jack- Or worse. He could be kidnapped and held for ransom and when they tried to call us for the ransom they couldn't get a hold of us because our cell rings aren't loud enough to hear over Teen Throb's OOOOOOOO BABY, BABY, BABY chorus. Then because they couldn't reach us they took a knife, cut off his thumbs and Fed-Exed them to our hotel with a ransom note. Of course we aren't at the hotel anymore, so when we didn't responjd to that they pulled out a gun and shot him in the face. Now JJ is either dead from a gun shot to the face or he's seriously wounded with his face being blown off.
Jerry- Oh no! The album covers just won't look right anymore!
Jaswinder- We need to find JJ.
TT- Forget about JJ. I need to finish this track and catch a flight to Ottawa. Big tag team action this week with the top stars in the SWA. That's big time publicity.
Jaswinder- Just for once think of someone other than yourself.
TT- You guys have seen the message boards on our website. As far as the world is concerened there is nobody else other than me. Here I am caught in the middle of the world title fight. Had things gone differently it would have been me getting ready to take the belt off of Ian Tornado. Just last time on Fever I played the part of Larsen's stepping post to winning his title shot. Now one show later I go from Larsen's stepping post to tag team partner. I don't know what I owe him. I could care less who wins the SWA world title between Larsen and Tornado. To be honest I thought this was a throw away match for me until last night. What sense was there of having me keep some masked nobody busy for an entire match as Larsen and Tornado fight it out yet again. Then the mask came off yesterday and I found out who El Super Beasto really was.
Kryptochild. My old friend Kryptochild. How time has treated us differently. Years have passed since you thrust yourself into my private war with Michael Saint. Here I stand just as ripped, tanned, and sexy as ever, and you're guarding Gabreal Martin for 8 bucks an hour. Actually come to think of it nothing really has changed for either of us. I'm still a superstar across various forms of media and you're still a lapdog for someone else. It used to be Michael Saint and now it's Martin. All you did was trade up masters in your slave trade. I'm up for taking a trip down memory lane. Tornado and Larsen will do their own thing in this match and you and I poor El Super Krypto will fight it out like it's 2004. You bring your posse and I'll bring mine. Except it seems like your posse couldn't care less about anything you do. Good thing my posse is still in tact and loyal as ever. Right guys? Right? Guys?
{-- Teen Throb looks around in all directions. Jerry, Jack and Jaswinder have disappeared. He walks out of the recording study and looks down the hall. He walks down the hall and out the front door. Still can't find them anywhere. Teen Throb does find his cousin the fat Fletch Baxter eating an ice cream sandwich on a park bench in front of the studio. --}
TT- Hey Fletch where did the boys go to?
Fletch- You mean Jerry, Jack, Jaswinder? They climb on board the tour bus and drove away. Said something about going to look for JJ. They seemed pretty worried.
TT- Worried? They're worried about JJ disappearing when we're in the middle of a crisis involving me? How selfish can JJ be? It's always about him. I thought just this once he could put his own ego away so the entire group could band together for me. I guess I need some new friends. Hey Fletch how about accompanying me to Fever?
Fletch- Not a chance.
TT- Family. The only thing suckier than friends.