Post by "The Geriatric One" on Jan 16, 2011 23:05:23 GMT -6
("Geriatric" Waylon Hawthorne lies in his hotel bed sleeping. The reason he is sleeping is because I don't have time to have him doing anything else, so ease off my back about it you jerks. This of course can only mean one thing
....Drumroll.... da da da... da da da...
DREAM SEQUENCE!!!)
(Waylon Hawthorne is backstage at a wrestling event. He seems slightly older than in most of his dreams, but he's still pretty darn studly. Though his chiseled six pack has now become a 4 pack. Hawthorne looks in a mirror.)
HAWTHORNE: You stud you. Nice win tonight. That Tom Zenk didn't know what he had coming.
(In walks Hawthorne's latest legend visitor... Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart.)
NEIDHART: Hey Blackbeard.
HAWTHORNE: Neidhart, what are you doing here?
NEIDHART: It's your dream.
HAWTHORNE: Come on, I dream about legends.
NEIDHART: I'm a legend.
HAWTHORNE: No you`re not. You were the Jannetty of the Hart Foundation, and the New Foundation. Heck even your daughter is better than you.
NEIDHART: Yeah, well you don`t deserve to see legends in your dreams anymore. Your current losing streak makes Barry Horowitz look like Goldberg.
HAWTHORNE: It`s ok I`m booked against some scrawny World Vision reject named Branden Harvey. You know those commercials please feed the starving kids of Bulgaria.
NEIDHART: I don`t think they have a lot of starving kids in Bulgaria.
HAWTHORNE: Cram it tubby. What do you know. The only reason you had a career was because of your awesome beard.
NEIDHART: Yeah well at least I could grow one.
HAWTHORNE: That`s it. Now I have had it. Your going down Neidy.
(Hawthorne tries to attack Neidhart, but Neidhart hits him over the head with a shovel. Why a shovel you ask... we established this already, it`s a dream for crying out loud, it`s not supposed to make sense.)
HAWTHORNE: Hey this is my dream. I am supposed to win the fights.
NEIDHART: See, I may be a washed up pug who is barely worthy of even being called a has been, but you can`t even beat me in your dreams. How do you expect to beat that little speed ball Harvey. He`ll run circles around you and embarass you. Later loser.
(Hawthorne wakes up with a confused look on his face.)
HAWTHORNE: Neidhart... What is wrong with me. I need a win bad. Otherwise I might be visited by The Brooklyn Brawler next.
(Hawthorne gets out of bed and glues on a new awesome fake beard and charges out of his room ready to fight. Unfortunately for him he still in his tighty whiteys so security will nab him in the lobby, but you get the picture.)
....Drumroll.... da da da... da da da...
DREAM SEQUENCE!!!)
(Waylon Hawthorne is backstage at a wrestling event. He seems slightly older than in most of his dreams, but he's still pretty darn studly. Though his chiseled six pack has now become a 4 pack. Hawthorne looks in a mirror.)
HAWTHORNE: You stud you. Nice win tonight. That Tom Zenk didn't know what he had coming.
(In walks Hawthorne's latest legend visitor... Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart.)
NEIDHART: Hey Blackbeard.
HAWTHORNE: Neidhart, what are you doing here?
NEIDHART: It's your dream.
HAWTHORNE: Come on, I dream about legends.
NEIDHART: I'm a legend.
HAWTHORNE: No you`re not. You were the Jannetty of the Hart Foundation, and the New Foundation. Heck even your daughter is better than you.
NEIDHART: Yeah, well you don`t deserve to see legends in your dreams anymore. Your current losing streak makes Barry Horowitz look like Goldberg.
HAWTHORNE: It`s ok I`m booked against some scrawny World Vision reject named Branden Harvey. You know those commercials please feed the starving kids of Bulgaria.
NEIDHART: I don`t think they have a lot of starving kids in Bulgaria.
HAWTHORNE: Cram it tubby. What do you know. The only reason you had a career was because of your awesome beard.
NEIDHART: Yeah well at least I could grow one.
HAWTHORNE: That`s it. Now I have had it. Your going down Neidy.
(Hawthorne tries to attack Neidhart, but Neidhart hits him over the head with a shovel. Why a shovel you ask... we established this already, it`s a dream for crying out loud, it`s not supposed to make sense.)
HAWTHORNE: Hey this is my dream. I am supposed to win the fights.
NEIDHART: See, I may be a washed up pug who is barely worthy of even being called a has been, but you can`t even beat me in your dreams. How do you expect to beat that little speed ball Harvey. He`ll run circles around you and embarass you. Later loser.
(Hawthorne wakes up with a confused look on his face.)
HAWTHORNE: Neidhart... What is wrong with me. I need a win bad. Otherwise I might be visited by The Brooklyn Brawler next.
(Hawthorne gets out of bed and glues on a new awesome fake beard and charges out of his room ready to fight. Unfortunately for him he still in his tighty whiteys so security will nab him in the lobby, but you get the picture.)
