Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 22:50:04 GMT -4
PJ Curtis and Bob Pocket are standing on the corner of a block that is before a really busy street in San Antonio, and which one it is, I can't really tell you since all of them are damn well busy. So to go into more depth, this corner has a Pizza shop on it that is quite popular and busy, too. But it's just too bad that it has problems with the traffic, 'cause somethings they accidently get attacked with bullets from an uzi from drive-by's. The W2K Tag Team Champions are eating huge Pizza's, about the fourth of a whole one. Leaning against the building, they watch people go by and do their stuff.
PJ Curtis: "Yeah, I know, we should be cutting some of our famous promos at the moment. But we're not going to. Well, atleast not today, because you see, there are no consequences for whatever reason we choose between now and Sunday. Wrestling 2000 is shutting down and they won't be able to fire us if we don't do our duties, so the jokes on them. We won't be under contract any longer once Wrestlegeddon is done and over with."
PJ nods and takes a bite out of his greasy pizza.
Bob Pocket: "Besides, the only way we'll promo for W2K is if a fat woman dressed in a fur-coat walks by."
A fat woman in a fur-coat walks by. PJ karate kicks Bob Pocket in the head.
PJ Curtis: "He's just joking, people, really... he is. That's how we roll around here. What Bob meant was we'll promo only if a fat woman who is dressed in a fur-coat walks by... but she has to smoking a Cuban cigar!"
A fat woman who is wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar. Bob karate kicks PJ Curtis in the chest.
Bob Pocket: "Heh, all right, all right... you never let him finish, people. That's the problem with all of you, you never have patience for things to be finished. But luckily you do have the patience to wait for W2K to be done and over with. But does W2K have the patience to sit out forever? I'm not saying this to be mean since this wrestling federation treated us decent and all, but W2K knows when it is done. But it has a lot of spirit and will never quit."
PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "But we'll quit, you know. After all, is there any spirit in us?"
Bob Pocket: "I have a Soul. But you obviously don't."
PJ Curtis: "I'm the Anti-Christ! Bwahaha."
Bob takes a bite out of his pizza.
Bob Pocket: "Anyways, we're not going to promo today. Not until a fat woman wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar and pulling a Lion behind her on a teather!"
Bob folds his arms like he just owned you in a rap or something, but soon enough this fat woman wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar and she is pulling a Lion behind her. Yes, it's a Lion because Bob looks down at it's testicles that drop. Ugh. Pocket gets karate kicked in the stomach by PJ Curtis.
Bob Pocket: "Damnit... ugh... hey! This is no fat woman, it's just Rosie O'Donnell!"
Bob chuckles and karate kicks PJ Curtis square in the nuts.
Bob Pocket: "Owned."
Lying on the ground, PJ Curtis grabs the family jewels and his chest.
PJ Curtis: "I think that they're in my chest!"
Bob Pocket: "No, that's heartburn."
Pocket presses a button on his Microsoft Mask and it puts shades across his face. He smiles and walks away from this street-corner leaving PJ Curtis on the ground in suffering pain.
PJ Curtis: "Yeah, I know, we should be cutting some of our famous promos at the moment. But we're not going to. Well, atleast not today, because you see, there are no consequences for whatever reason we choose between now and Sunday. Wrestling 2000 is shutting down and they won't be able to fire us if we don't do our duties, so the jokes on them. We won't be under contract any longer once Wrestlegeddon is done and over with."
PJ nods and takes a bite out of his greasy pizza.
Bob Pocket: "Besides, the only way we'll promo for W2K is if a fat woman dressed in a fur-coat walks by."
A fat woman in a fur-coat walks by. PJ karate kicks Bob Pocket in the head.
PJ Curtis: "He's just joking, people, really... he is. That's how we roll around here. What Bob meant was we'll promo only if a fat woman who is dressed in a fur-coat walks by... but she has to smoking a Cuban cigar!"
A fat woman who is wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar. Bob karate kicks PJ Curtis in the chest.
Bob Pocket: "Heh, all right, all right... you never let him finish, people. That's the problem with all of you, you never have patience for things to be finished. But luckily you do have the patience to wait for W2K to be done and over with. But does W2K have the patience to sit out forever? I'm not saying this to be mean since this wrestling federation treated us decent and all, but W2K knows when it is done. But it has a lot of spirit and will never quit."
PJ sighs.
PJ Curtis: "But we'll quit, you know. After all, is there any spirit in us?"
Bob Pocket: "I have a Soul. But you obviously don't."
PJ Curtis: "I'm the Anti-Christ! Bwahaha."
Bob takes a bite out of his pizza.
Bob Pocket: "Anyways, we're not going to promo today. Not until a fat woman wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar and pulling a Lion behind her on a teather!"
Bob folds his arms like he just owned you in a rap or something, but soon enough this fat woman wearing a fur-coat walks by smoking a Cuban cigar and she is pulling a Lion behind her. Yes, it's a Lion because Bob looks down at it's testicles that drop. Ugh. Pocket gets karate kicked in the stomach by PJ Curtis.
Bob Pocket: "Damnit... ugh... hey! This is no fat woman, it's just Rosie O'Donnell!"
Bob chuckles and karate kicks PJ Curtis square in the nuts.
Bob Pocket: "Owned."
Lying on the ground, PJ Curtis grabs the family jewels and his chest.
PJ Curtis: "I think that they're in my chest!"
Bob Pocket: "No, that's heartburn."
Pocket presses a button on his Microsoft Mask and it puts shades across his face. He smiles and walks away from this street-corner leaving PJ Curtis on the ground in suffering pain.