Post by Teen Throb on Sept 19, 2010 14:09:46 GMT -6
{-- 153 Walnut st in Grand Forks, North Dakota is where this promo begins. The sun is still rising. Birds have yet to come out. There is not a car, person or dog on the road. All we find is a man dressed in black shirt, black pants and a black ski mask. He's hiding in the trees trying to sneak from yard to yard. The black dressed man jumps over a small fence and lands in somebody's back yard. He almost get's caught up in the laundry line and he trips over the sandbox in the back yard. The black dressed man quietly makes his way to the back of the house. There's a drain pipe coming down the side of the building. He grabs it on both sides and shimmies up the pipe until he can reach a 2nd floor window. He slides the window open and climbs inside. He switches on a lamp to see where he's going. The black dressed man starts picking through items in the room. He opens and searches drawyers. From downstairs the front door opens and closes. The black dressed man stops dead in his track and looks around for somewhere to hide. Before he can dive into the closet the door opens. Teen Throb stands in the doorway. --}
TT- What are you doing in my house?
{-- The man in black tries to make a break for the window. He tries to jump out but Teen Throb jumps on and off the bed and nails him against the wall. They fight around the room. Teen Throb is about to punch him when the man in black rips a long hunting knife out of his belt. Teen Throb takes a step back. --{}
TT- Oh so that's how you want to play it.
{-- Teen Throb reaches onto his dresser and grabs a nail file. He holds it up defensivly. --}
TT- I have you now. Show yourself thief.
{-- The man in black takes off his mask. Teen Throb is shocked by who is underneath --}
TT- It can't be. JJ, is that you?
JJ- It's me. I knew it was only a matter of time before you found me.
TT- What are you doing breaking into my house.
JJ- It's not your house. It's your moms house.
TT- Close enough. What are you doing here? And where have you been for the last few months. And why didn't you tell us where you were going?
JJ- I don't have to answer to you.
TT- Answer or I'll cut you to pieces.
JJ- With a nail file?
{-- Teen Throb only now looks down to see that he's holding a nail file. --}
TT- Got that right. With enough force I can give you a nail file cut that will feel almost as bad as a paper cut. Now what are you doing here? And why did you disappear without telling us.
JJ- I thought it would be obvious by now. With all the hate mail you've been sent anonymously and the hecklers at your shows. I left the band because I couldn't deal with your crap anymore. We were supposed to be a band. Not Teen Throb with backup singers and dancers. A band is all of us together. For the last 9 years its been nothing more than the Teen Throb show. I'm sick and tired of it. Everything is about you. I couldn't take it. I left because I didn't want to live my life as 'THE OTHER GUY' one day longer.
TT- So you could have just left. You didn't have to disappear on us. The police questioned us. They thought you were killed. They kept Jaswinder in custody for a week under The Patriot Act.
JJ- I knew you guys would try to talk me out of it.
TT- Nuh uh. We're better off without you. The band is sounding great without your flat melodies and rhythym free running man. We put a manequin on stage for the first half dozen shows, but after that we just gave up. You should have left the band years ago.
JJ- I was just as important to the band as the rest of you. And at least a little more important than Jerry. All those years the girls adored Teen Throb, not JJ and the rest of us. You're nothing more than a figure head. You're like the Queen of England. Everyone worships her because the magazines tell them to but they all secretly wish death upon her.
TT- Don't you bad mouth my Queen. That woman is a treasure to our society.
JJ- I'm just saying is all.
TT- What was that about hate mail?
JJ- Oh yes, that's what I spent the last couple of months doing. I knew the public was too dumb to forget about you. As long as the media was on your side they'd defend you to the death. I've been systematically trying to destroy your career behind the scenes. I've sent you hate mail to ruin your confidence. I've sent donantions to your wrestling opponentsto improve their training. I've bribed refs to deliver fast counts to score you losses. I even stood in the crowd at almost every one of your concerts to heckle you publicly.
TT- That was you?
JJ- Yes.
TT- So you're the one who said my butt looked big?
JJ- Yes.
TT- And that I sang like a donkey passing a kidney stone when I sang my solo?
JJ- Yes.
TT- And called me a fag when I swiveled my hips.
JJ- No.
TT- Who was that then?
JJ- Beats me.
TT- I kind of need to know.
JJ- I never heard that one.
TT- Well if someone out there thinks I'm a fag I want to know. I mean I always considered myself very macho. I don't want people thinking I'm like George Michael or anything.
JJ- We're getting off topic here. What was I saying again?
TT- Something about wanting to destroy my career systematically. It was quite a Bond villain plan you spoke of.
JJ- I haven't said the best part yet. I was unable to prevent you from becoming Extreme combat champion. I was worried my plan was failing. I needed to up the ante. I wanted the piblic to dispise you. If they only knew the true Teen Throb they'd turn on you in a second, and I'd be welcomed back as the new leader of Watch Out, free from ego and arrogance.
TT- And you broke into my house why?
JJ- Material to tarnish your image with.
TT- It'll never work.
JJ- Oh yeah? WHat if your public or opponents learnt that your flawless complexion was only a result of years of using Proactiv solution and caked on cover up foundation.
{-- JJ pulls out Teen Throb's make up bag that he pulled off his night stand. Teen Throb gasps in horror. --}
TT- You wouldn't!
JJ- I would. And I will. Who will ever take an Extreme combat champion serious who uses make up to hide his pimpled complexion. How about one worse. What if I happened to pass on some of your darkest secrets to someone like James Payne tonight, Do you think you'd still have a chance at beating him if he knew your greatest fear?
TT- You don't know my greatest fear.
JJ- I don't. But I'm sure it says it in your diary!
{-- JJ pulls out Teen Throb personal diary, complete with a heart shaped lock on the front. JJ opens it to the middle. --}
JJ- Dear diary. I had another nightmare last night. Almost peed myself. If the world is ever invaded by giant lady bugs I'll probably have a heart attack. Even the little ones scare the crap out of me.
TT- Those are private thoughts.
JJ- They won't be private when I'm threw with it. How about the worst for last. How humiliated would you be if your public knew that you wear Care Bears pyjamas to bed every night.
TT- Have you no mercy?
JJ- I'll have no mercy on you. Ever since we were kids you've been stealing the spotlight and holding me down. You've made my life and career miserable. I want to ruin you. I'm going to start tonight by sharing all your deep dark humiliating secrets to James Payne. He'll know exactly how to beat you. Then when he's done with you I'll move on to your next opponent. I'm sure Captain Insanity and Ian Tornado would love to have some ammunition to get revenge on you. You're finished.
{-- Teen Throb thrusts his nail file out. JJ blocks with his hunting knife. They fight all over the room until Teen Throb's mother comes in. --}
Mommy- You boys settle down. We live in a house not a barn.
TT- Sorry Mom.
JJ- Sorry Mrs Shaw.
{-- Teen Throb's Mommy pulls her glasses closer to her eyes. --}}
Mommy- IS that you JJ? It's certainly been a long time. How would you boys like a nice plate of Eggo Waffles and a tall glass of milk with strawberry Quik.
TT- I'd love some.
JJ- Thank you Mrs, Shaw,
{-- Minutes later Teen Throb and JJ are sitting across from one another at the breakfast table. While chowing down on Eggos and drinking their delicious mailk with strawberry Quik they continue to stare each other down with fire in their eyes. --}
JJ- Delicious breakfast.
{-- JJ says this gritting through his teeth. --}
TT- You won't win JJ. I've always been better than you. I've always been better than everyone, Thats why my face is plastered over all the magazines. That's why the fans cheer for me at every concert and match. I'm the talent, you're the Other Guy. It's always been that way and it always will be. I don't fear your master plan. Nothing you can do will ruin me. You think handing James Payne my diary will somehow give him the secrets on how to beat me? Not gonna happen boy. I got news for you. James Payne doesn't have the resources to breed an army of giant lady bugs. Maybe with Dr Rosen and Kazuya, but not on his own. You could hand James Payne every weapon in the tool shed and he'd still be no match for me. The man has been under contract for weeks and hasn't had the courage to utter a word. He lost to Chip Pekurny for heavens sake. Even if he sees my diary and my make up bag and Care Bears jammies it won't change a thing. He lost to Chip Pekurny. You hear me? Chip Pekurny. James Payne has already experienced shame far beyond what you want to expose me for. Chip Pekurny. It doesn't get more desperate than that. Do your worst JJ. When you're done all you'll prove to the world is that your loyalty means nothing. I made you. WIthout me you'd still be rotating tires at Good Year. I'm the Extreme combat champion. I'm the greatest pop star in the world. I'm the sexiest man alive. I am Teen Throb. As I said. Do your worst. Nothing will ever take away the greatness that is me.
TT- What are you doing in my house?
{-- The man in black tries to make a break for the window. He tries to jump out but Teen Throb jumps on and off the bed and nails him against the wall. They fight around the room. Teen Throb is about to punch him when the man in black rips a long hunting knife out of his belt. Teen Throb takes a step back. --{}
TT- Oh so that's how you want to play it.
{-- Teen Throb reaches onto his dresser and grabs a nail file. He holds it up defensivly. --}
TT- I have you now. Show yourself thief.
{-- The man in black takes off his mask. Teen Throb is shocked by who is underneath --}
TT- It can't be. JJ, is that you?
JJ- It's me. I knew it was only a matter of time before you found me.
TT- What are you doing breaking into my house.
JJ- It's not your house. It's your moms house.
TT- Close enough. What are you doing here? And where have you been for the last few months. And why didn't you tell us where you were going?
JJ- I don't have to answer to you.
TT- Answer or I'll cut you to pieces.
JJ- With a nail file?
{-- Teen Throb only now looks down to see that he's holding a nail file. --}
TT- Got that right. With enough force I can give you a nail file cut that will feel almost as bad as a paper cut. Now what are you doing here? And why did you disappear without telling us.
JJ- I thought it would be obvious by now. With all the hate mail you've been sent anonymously and the hecklers at your shows. I left the band because I couldn't deal with your crap anymore. We were supposed to be a band. Not Teen Throb with backup singers and dancers. A band is all of us together. For the last 9 years its been nothing more than the Teen Throb show. I'm sick and tired of it. Everything is about you. I couldn't take it. I left because I didn't want to live my life as 'THE OTHER GUY' one day longer.
TT- So you could have just left. You didn't have to disappear on us. The police questioned us. They thought you were killed. They kept Jaswinder in custody for a week under The Patriot Act.
JJ- I knew you guys would try to talk me out of it.
TT- Nuh uh. We're better off without you. The band is sounding great without your flat melodies and rhythym free running man. We put a manequin on stage for the first half dozen shows, but after that we just gave up. You should have left the band years ago.
JJ- I was just as important to the band as the rest of you. And at least a little more important than Jerry. All those years the girls adored Teen Throb, not JJ and the rest of us. You're nothing more than a figure head. You're like the Queen of England. Everyone worships her because the magazines tell them to but they all secretly wish death upon her.
TT- Don't you bad mouth my Queen. That woman is a treasure to our society.
JJ- I'm just saying is all.
TT- What was that about hate mail?
JJ- Oh yes, that's what I spent the last couple of months doing. I knew the public was too dumb to forget about you. As long as the media was on your side they'd defend you to the death. I've been systematically trying to destroy your career behind the scenes. I've sent you hate mail to ruin your confidence. I've sent donantions to your wrestling opponentsto improve their training. I've bribed refs to deliver fast counts to score you losses. I even stood in the crowd at almost every one of your concerts to heckle you publicly.
TT- That was you?
JJ- Yes.
TT- So you're the one who said my butt looked big?
JJ- Yes.
TT- And that I sang like a donkey passing a kidney stone when I sang my solo?
JJ- Yes.
TT- And called me a fag when I swiveled my hips.
JJ- No.
TT- Who was that then?
JJ- Beats me.
TT- I kind of need to know.
JJ- I never heard that one.
TT- Well if someone out there thinks I'm a fag I want to know. I mean I always considered myself very macho. I don't want people thinking I'm like George Michael or anything.
JJ- We're getting off topic here. What was I saying again?
TT- Something about wanting to destroy my career systematically. It was quite a Bond villain plan you spoke of.
JJ- I haven't said the best part yet. I was unable to prevent you from becoming Extreme combat champion. I was worried my plan was failing. I needed to up the ante. I wanted the piblic to dispise you. If they only knew the true Teen Throb they'd turn on you in a second, and I'd be welcomed back as the new leader of Watch Out, free from ego and arrogance.
TT- And you broke into my house why?
JJ- Material to tarnish your image with.
TT- It'll never work.
JJ- Oh yeah? WHat if your public or opponents learnt that your flawless complexion was only a result of years of using Proactiv solution and caked on cover up foundation.
{-- JJ pulls out Teen Throb's make up bag that he pulled off his night stand. Teen Throb gasps in horror. --}
TT- You wouldn't!
JJ- I would. And I will. Who will ever take an Extreme combat champion serious who uses make up to hide his pimpled complexion. How about one worse. What if I happened to pass on some of your darkest secrets to someone like James Payne tonight, Do you think you'd still have a chance at beating him if he knew your greatest fear?
TT- You don't know my greatest fear.
JJ- I don't. But I'm sure it says it in your diary!
{-- JJ pulls out Teen Throb personal diary, complete with a heart shaped lock on the front. JJ opens it to the middle. --}
JJ- Dear diary. I had another nightmare last night. Almost peed myself. If the world is ever invaded by giant lady bugs I'll probably have a heart attack. Even the little ones scare the crap out of me.
TT- Those are private thoughts.
JJ- They won't be private when I'm threw with it. How about the worst for last. How humiliated would you be if your public knew that you wear Care Bears pyjamas to bed every night.
TT- Have you no mercy?
JJ- I'll have no mercy on you. Ever since we were kids you've been stealing the spotlight and holding me down. You've made my life and career miserable. I want to ruin you. I'm going to start tonight by sharing all your deep dark humiliating secrets to James Payne. He'll know exactly how to beat you. Then when he's done with you I'll move on to your next opponent. I'm sure Captain Insanity and Ian Tornado would love to have some ammunition to get revenge on you. You're finished.
{-- Teen Throb thrusts his nail file out. JJ blocks with his hunting knife. They fight all over the room until Teen Throb's mother comes in. --}
Mommy- You boys settle down. We live in a house not a barn.
TT- Sorry Mom.
JJ- Sorry Mrs Shaw.
{-- Teen Throb's Mommy pulls her glasses closer to her eyes. --}}
Mommy- IS that you JJ? It's certainly been a long time. How would you boys like a nice plate of Eggo Waffles and a tall glass of milk with strawberry Quik.
TT- I'd love some.
JJ- Thank you Mrs, Shaw,
{-- Minutes later Teen Throb and JJ are sitting across from one another at the breakfast table. While chowing down on Eggos and drinking their delicious mailk with strawberry Quik they continue to stare each other down with fire in their eyes. --}
JJ- Delicious breakfast.
{-- JJ says this gritting through his teeth. --}
TT- You won't win JJ. I've always been better than you. I've always been better than everyone, Thats why my face is plastered over all the magazines. That's why the fans cheer for me at every concert and match. I'm the talent, you're the Other Guy. It's always been that way and it always will be. I don't fear your master plan. Nothing you can do will ruin me. You think handing James Payne my diary will somehow give him the secrets on how to beat me? Not gonna happen boy. I got news for you. James Payne doesn't have the resources to breed an army of giant lady bugs. Maybe with Dr Rosen and Kazuya, but not on his own. You could hand James Payne every weapon in the tool shed and he'd still be no match for me. The man has been under contract for weeks and hasn't had the courage to utter a word. He lost to Chip Pekurny for heavens sake. Even if he sees my diary and my make up bag and Care Bears jammies it won't change a thing. He lost to Chip Pekurny. You hear me? Chip Pekurny. James Payne has already experienced shame far beyond what you want to expose me for. Chip Pekurny. It doesn't get more desperate than that. Do your worst JJ. When you're done all you'll prove to the world is that your loyalty means nothing. I made you. WIthout me you'd still be rotating tires at Good Year. I'm the Extreme combat champion. I'm the greatest pop star in the world. I'm the sexiest man alive. I am Teen Throb. As I said. Do your worst. Nothing will ever take away the greatness that is me.