Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:27:53 GMT -4
Heads and tails is a pretty awesome game, you know. Not only does it keep people like me and you entertained, but it also decides many things for you in life. For example, if there is something that must be done and you aren't too sure about doing it, dig your hand in your back pocket and pull out a penny or something worthless such as that.
Bob and PJ are now choosing whether or not to cut a promo at the moment by letting the coin choose their fate. Heads is for yes, and tails is for no. However, they won't let the sake of one coin-flip make the decision since they are going to do a best two out of three here. They also want to add a little twist to it other than more coin-flips, so PJ stands on the edge of the W2K arena as Bob stands below looking up at PJ's body figure in the shining sun, making a silhouette eclipse. Bob puts a hand over his eyes, shading out some of the sun and he squints to see PJ's hand raise in the air.
PJ Curtis: "Okay, I'm going to flip it down now."
Bob Pocket: "Awesomeness."
PJ flips his thumb, sending a coin up into the air, approximately six feet. It soon plummets down towards Bob at an incredible speed. Bob reaches his arms up with his hands open to catch the coin but he has trouble locating it and where it's at because of the shining, bright, yellow sun. Something cracks him on the head with such force, making him drop to the ground. He starts to touch the area where he was hit and notices that his mask got a rip in it and that there is blood coming out from underneath. He looks around and can't see the coin anywhere. The sound of something light moving away from him catches his attention and he sees the coin rolling away from him. He starts to crawl quickly to the coin as it moves on, but it's much too fast for him. So his second option is to start rolling towards it which still doesn't help him at all. Cartwheels, barrell-rolls and somersaults are next on his list but like the rest of his choices it's useless. He climbs to his feet and starts to go as fast as he can in order to get the coin. He does something that he nor PJ have never done in their life: speedwalk. But by the time he gets to the coin it falls into a metal-gridded and square-shaped manhole on the side of the parking lot. Bob falls to his knees, frustrated. He bangs his fist on the concrete curb, annoyed how he had to use up so much energy for something that he couldn't even get.
PJ Curtis: "Hey, dumbass... why didn't you get it?"
Bob Pocket: "Well, smartdick... why didn't you flip any better?"
PJ chuckles from above.
PJ Curtis: "I flipped it perfect."
Bob Pocket: "Perfect my Black Asian ass."
PJ Curtis: "Oh, so it was far from perfect? I hit you in the forehead."
Bob Pocket: "All right, all right... you did a decent job, but it was the sun's fault."
PJ raises an eyebrow and turns around, looking up at the sky. He sees no sun in the air that is shining brightly since now in it's place is a huge dark-blue storm cloud that is raining. PJ looks down off of the building at Bob who is annoyed with that and the annoyances of nature.
PJ Curtis: "Don't lie."
Bob Pocket: "I'm not lying! I'm serious, it was the sun."
PJ Curtis: "It doesn't matter, there's still some of Nic's retirement savings up here."
Bob Pocket: "So how much more money are we able to flip?"
PJ Curtis: "Three cents."
Bob nods and PJ bends down and reaches into something, pulling out a rusty old penny that was in a safe. He gets up and puts the penny on his thumb and Bob is ready now, seeing no sun in the sky. PJ raises his arm and flicks the penny up. Bob sees it coming down to the sidewalk so he jumps and tries to catch it in the mid-air, but luck betrays him as a black Crow swoops out of tree from out of nowhere and catches the coin. The bird swallows it, only to die momentarily from the diseases contracted to the coin from NED's hands. It falls into a smoke-stack of a large steam-ship in a harbour that lights it on fire. Feathers burst in the air and the remains of the bird fall into the water. The whole harbour lights up in flames because of the pollutants and what we think is the bird falls down a waterfall into a stream that leads to Gaysville, a.k.a. Madison, Wisconsin, the hometown of MJ Storm.
Bob Pocket: "All right, this is pissing me off. Something has to be messing us up here."
PJ Curtis: "I think that it is W2K management, since we haven't done something decent for them in the lines of promos in a long, long time."
Bob Pocket: "Well, if this keeps up I'll boycott supplying them with our promos."
PJ Curtis: "Haha, promos... we haven't cut a promo, ever. All we ever do is make random stuff such as this."
Bob Pocket: "Okay, than I'll stop doing these."
PJ Curtis: "But Bob... we can't stop doing these."
Bob Pocket: "Uh?"
PJ Curtis: "I mean, this is the life... the life of teh slaxorz."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, I know, but--"
PJ Curtis: "Taking these things away will destroy us altogether. We must entertain the people who are watching and ready this. Without us, W2K would be known as nothing more than a reflection of light from Kutter Flash's bald-head. We're different from that since we are the silly-string that prevents any kind of light bouncing off of that turtle-waxxed skin. Understand?"
Bob Pocket: "I guess so?"
PJ Curtis: "Good. So put on some gloves because you might catch something really nasty."
Bob Pocket: "Like AIDS?"
PJ Curtis: "No, a coin that was probably sexually molested and raped seven times by Nic."
Bob Pocket: "Why seven?"
PJ Curtis: "Because that's Nic's favourite number. Seven-time W2K Champ, and on each occasion of his win he had a special celebration night with this little coins that are placed in here."
Bob Pocket: "I don't understand why he would do that kind of stuff to pennies."
PJ Curtis: "Because he's the Pathetic Pointless Paradigm Person of Pinched Penny Phucking. The man who can, no hype necessary. Seven time W2K Champion, 7P."
Bob Pocket: "That's confusing... just flip a penny, I don't really care anymore."
PJ retrieves another penny from Nic's storage and flips it in the air. Bob steps back, seeing how the penny has gone really far this time. Bob is on the other side of the road and suddenly the penny stops in mid-air about at the height of a telephone pole. Bob is confused and PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "Damnit. It got stuck in the air. I hate it when that happens."
Bob Pocket: "He must have some sort of force-field on these things."
PJ Curtis: "A Texan with that kind of technology? ROFLMAOLOL33T!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, I guess you're right."
PJ Curtis: "He would probably rather have force-fields in his room where he doesn't allow the gay Dallas Cowboys to leave his bed. That's his kind of superbowl."
Bob Pocket: "He probably pretends to be the outnumbered Indian."
PJ Curtis: "Instead of trying to occupy the land through treaties, he wants to be the King of the Ring's through contractual signings."
Bob Pocket: "Flip another coin, now. My balls are freezing out in this weather."
PJ Curtis: "It's warm out. We're in Texas."
Bob Pocket: "Explains why NED's always in heat and having sexual relations with pennies."
PJ Curtis: "Why do we always make jokes in reference to Nic?"
Bob Pocket: "I don't know, people find them funny."
PJ Curtis: "How about we make some about DVD?"
Bob Pocket: "LOL! He plays my favourite movies."
PJ Curtis: "Haha! I had to return DVD to Wal-Mart about several times to get fixxed."
Bob Pocket: "So he has no balls, now?"
PJ Curtis: "He had no balls in the first place, duh."
PJ grabs another coin inside of the safe and puts it on his thumb. He thinks for a moment.
Bob Pocket: "C'mon... you... ... Jewish Nazi-fuckin' dune-coon bitch!"
PJ Curtis: "Shut up... you... ... flamin' white-turban glue-sniffing gringo!"
Bob Pocket: "Why are you stalling?"
PJ Curtis: "I just thought... ... ... why are we letting a simple penny decide our future of cutting promos or not? We aren't slaves to these little cheap things, are we? If we are, we wouldn't be any better then them being treated like sex-toys to Nic. We'd be on a lower-level than them, which are on a lower-level than the Paridigm who is on a lower-level than newbie talent and the Kenny Justice league. How about we just cut some more promos."
Bob Pocket: "What's the point in doing that?"
PJ Curtis: "It's like the Salvation Army: you get what you give."
Bob Pocket: "Volunteer servic for second-hand winter jackets?"
PJ Curtis: "No... the Tag Team Titles."
Bob Pocket: "Us with those belts? Are we even ready?"
PJ Curtis: "Well, you're clearly not."
Bob Pocket: "How so?"
PJ Curtis: "I'm on a higher-level than you. Literally."
Bob Pocket: "Douchebag, that's because you are on top of the W2K headquarters and I'm down here standing on the sidewalk."
PJ Curtis: "More like me standing on top of the W2K headpennies. ROFLMAOLOL33T!"
Bob Pocket: "So what are you going to do with that penny, now? Put it back?"
PJ Curtis: "No, let it free."
Bob Pocket: "To only be back in the hands of Nic in another week or two?"
PJ Curtis: "No, I'll donate it at McDonald's into the Ronald McDonald House of Charities and Miracles or something gay like that."
Bob Pocket: "Oh, an MJ Storm donation. That's pretty gay."
PJ Curtis: "Anything that supports gay marriages is gay."
Bob Pocket: "Stupid Fred Penner."
PJ Curtis: "On second thoughts, I'll buy a penny candy."
Bob Pocket: "Doesn't that have tax included?"
PJ Curtis: "Obviously, this is America. Everything has a right to have tax added to it, even if it is free. Like coupons and opinions."
Bob Pocket: "Maybe we should go buy an Amber Michaels, she hasn't even heard of tax."
PJ Curtis: "Serenity comes cheaper."
Bob Pocket: "Buy Serenity? More like borrow her!"
Heh, fade out.
Bob and PJ are now choosing whether or not to cut a promo at the moment by letting the coin choose their fate. Heads is for yes, and tails is for no. However, they won't let the sake of one coin-flip make the decision since they are going to do a best two out of three here. They also want to add a little twist to it other than more coin-flips, so PJ stands on the edge of the W2K arena as Bob stands below looking up at PJ's body figure in the shining sun, making a silhouette eclipse. Bob puts a hand over his eyes, shading out some of the sun and he squints to see PJ's hand raise in the air.
PJ Curtis: "Okay, I'm going to flip it down now."
Bob Pocket: "Awesomeness."
PJ flips his thumb, sending a coin up into the air, approximately six feet. It soon plummets down towards Bob at an incredible speed. Bob reaches his arms up with his hands open to catch the coin but he has trouble locating it and where it's at because of the shining, bright, yellow sun. Something cracks him on the head with such force, making him drop to the ground. He starts to touch the area where he was hit and notices that his mask got a rip in it and that there is blood coming out from underneath. He looks around and can't see the coin anywhere. The sound of something light moving away from him catches his attention and he sees the coin rolling away from him. He starts to crawl quickly to the coin as it moves on, but it's much too fast for him. So his second option is to start rolling towards it which still doesn't help him at all. Cartwheels, barrell-rolls and somersaults are next on his list but like the rest of his choices it's useless. He climbs to his feet and starts to go as fast as he can in order to get the coin. He does something that he nor PJ have never done in their life: speedwalk. But by the time he gets to the coin it falls into a metal-gridded and square-shaped manhole on the side of the parking lot. Bob falls to his knees, frustrated. He bangs his fist on the concrete curb, annoyed how he had to use up so much energy for something that he couldn't even get.
PJ Curtis: "Hey, dumbass... why didn't you get it?"
Bob Pocket: "Well, smartdick... why didn't you flip any better?"
PJ chuckles from above.
PJ Curtis: "I flipped it perfect."
Bob Pocket: "Perfect my Black Asian ass."
PJ Curtis: "Oh, so it was far from perfect? I hit you in the forehead."
Bob Pocket: "All right, all right... you did a decent job, but it was the sun's fault."
PJ raises an eyebrow and turns around, looking up at the sky. He sees no sun in the air that is shining brightly since now in it's place is a huge dark-blue storm cloud that is raining. PJ looks down off of the building at Bob who is annoyed with that and the annoyances of nature.
PJ Curtis: "Don't lie."
Bob Pocket: "I'm not lying! I'm serious, it was the sun."
PJ Curtis: "It doesn't matter, there's still some of Nic's retirement savings up here."
Bob Pocket: "So how much more money are we able to flip?"
PJ Curtis: "Three cents."
Bob nods and PJ bends down and reaches into something, pulling out a rusty old penny that was in a safe. He gets up and puts the penny on his thumb and Bob is ready now, seeing no sun in the sky. PJ raises his arm and flicks the penny up. Bob sees it coming down to the sidewalk so he jumps and tries to catch it in the mid-air, but luck betrays him as a black Crow swoops out of tree from out of nowhere and catches the coin. The bird swallows it, only to die momentarily from the diseases contracted to the coin from NED's hands. It falls into a smoke-stack of a large steam-ship in a harbour that lights it on fire. Feathers burst in the air and the remains of the bird fall into the water. The whole harbour lights up in flames because of the pollutants and what we think is the bird falls down a waterfall into a stream that leads to Gaysville, a.k.a. Madison, Wisconsin, the hometown of MJ Storm.
Bob Pocket: "All right, this is pissing me off. Something has to be messing us up here."
PJ Curtis: "I think that it is W2K management, since we haven't done something decent for them in the lines of promos in a long, long time."
Bob Pocket: "Well, if this keeps up I'll boycott supplying them with our promos."
PJ Curtis: "Haha, promos... we haven't cut a promo, ever. All we ever do is make random stuff such as this."
Bob Pocket: "Okay, than I'll stop doing these."
PJ Curtis: "But Bob... we can't stop doing these."
Bob Pocket: "Uh?"
PJ Curtis: "I mean, this is the life... the life of teh slaxorz."
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, I know, but--"
PJ Curtis: "Taking these things away will destroy us altogether. We must entertain the people who are watching and ready this. Without us, W2K would be known as nothing more than a reflection of light from Kutter Flash's bald-head. We're different from that since we are the silly-string that prevents any kind of light bouncing off of that turtle-waxxed skin. Understand?"
Bob Pocket: "I guess so?"
PJ Curtis: "Good. So put on some gloves because you might catch something really nasty."
Bob Pocket: "Like AIDS?"
PJ Curtis: "No, a coin that was probably sexually molested and raped seven times by Nic."
Bob Pocket: "Why seven?"
PJ Curtis: "Because that's Nic's favourite number. Seven-time W2K Champ, and on each occasion of his win he had a special celebration night with this little coins that are placed in here."
Bob Pocket: "I don't understand why he would do that kind of stuff to pennies."
PJ Curtis: "Because he's the Pathetic Pointless Paradigm Person of Pinched Penny Phucking. The man who can, no hype necessary. Seven time W2K Champion, 7P."
Bob Pocket: "That's confusing... just flip a penny, I don't really care anymore."
PJ retrieves another penny from Nic's storage and flips it in the air. Bob steps back, seeing how the penny has gone really far this time. Bob is on the other side of the road and suddenly the penny stops in mid-air about at the height of a telephone pole. Bob is confused and PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "Damnit. It got stuck in the air. I hate it when that happens."
Bob Pocket: "He must have some sort of force-field on these things."
PJ Curtis: "A Texan with that kind of technology? ROFLMAOLOL33T!"
Bob Pocket: "Yeah, I guess you're right."
PJ Curtis: "He would probably rather have force-fields in his room where he doesn't allow the gay Dallas Cowboys to leave his bed. That's his kind of superbowl."
Bob Pocket: "He probably pretends to be the outnumbered Indian."
PJ Curtis: "Instead of trying to occupy the land through treaties, he wants to be the King of the Ring's through contractual signings."
Bob Pocket: "Flip another coin, now. My balls are freezing out in this weather."
PJ Curtis: "It's warm out. We're in Texas."
Bob Pocket: "Explains why NED's always in heat and having sexual relations with pennies."
PJ Curtis: "Why do we always make jokes in reference to Nic?"
Bob Pocket: "I don't know, people find them funny."
PJ Curtis: "How about we make some about DVD?"
Bob Pocket: "LOL! He plays my favourite movies."
PJ Curtis: "Haha! I had to return DVD to Wal-Mart about several times to get fixxed."
Bob Pocket: "So he has no balls, now?"
PJ Curtis: "He had no balls in the first place, duh."
PJ grabs another coin inside of the safe and puts it on his thumb. He thinks for a moment.
Bob Pocket: "C'mon... you... ... Jewish Nazi-fuckin' dune-coon bitch!"
PJ Curtis: "Shut up... you... ... flamin' white-turban glue-sniffing gringo!"
Bob Pocket: "Why are you stalling?"
PJ Curtis: "I just thought... ... ... why are we letting a simple penny decide our future of cutting promos or not? We aren't slaves to these little cheap things, are we? If we are, we wouldn't be any better then them being treated like sex-toys to Nic. We'd be on a lower-level than them, which are on a lower-level than the Paridigm who is on a lower-level than newbie talent and the Kenny Justice league. How about we just cut some more promos."
Bob Pocket: "What's the point in doing that?"
PJ Curtis: "It's like the Salvation Army: you get what you give."
Bob Pocket: "Volunteer servic for second-hand winter jackets?"
PJ Curtis: "No... the Tag Team Titles."
Bob Pocket: "Us with those belts? Are we even ready?"
PJ Curtis: "Well, you're clearly not."
Bob Pocket: "How so?"
PJ Curtis: "I'm on a higher-level than you. Literally."
Bob Pocket: "Douchebag, that's because you are on top of the W2K headquarters and I'm down here standing on the sidewalk."
PJ Curtis: "More like me standing on top of the W2K headpennies. ROFLMAOLOL33T!"
Bob Pocket: "So what are you going to do with that penny, now? Put it back?"
PJ Curtis: "No, let it free."
Bob Pocket: "To only be back in the hands of Nic in another week or two?"
PJ Curtis: "No, I'll donate it at McDonald's into the Ronald McDonald House of Charities and Miracles or something gay like that."
Bob Pocket: "Oh, an MJ Storm donation. That's pretty gay."
PJ Curtis: "Anything that supports gay marriages is gay."
Bob Pocket: "Stupid Fred Penner."
PJ Curtis: "On second thoughts, I'll buy a penny candy."
Bob Pocket: "Doesn't that have tax included?"
PJ Curtis: "Obviously, this is America. Everything has a right to have tax added to it, even if it is free. Like coupons and opinions."
Bob Pocket: "Maybe we should go buy an Amber Michaels, she hasn't even heard of tax."
PJ Curtis: "Serenity comes cheaper."
Bob Pocket: "Buy Serenity? More like borrow her!"
Heh, fade out.