Post by TGO on Mar 21, 2014 22:18:45 GMT -5
~These mother fuckers actually think that someone like Trevor is beatable. Yeah the argument can be that those jackasses Danny B and Amber Ryan beat Trevor, but let’s face it. They cheated. I’m with Hood on this, they completely and utterly cheated Trevor and Noah out of a main event match this Sunday at Blackout. Danny B IS known for cheating, that stupid fucking Brit. I don’t like him, nor do I like his lesbian friend. Yes Amber, I’m talking about you. Not only do you have those two running off in Scott Syren reject world, but you have jobbers like Damien Payne thinking that he can actually win at Blackout 2!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I actually just laughed out loud thinking that, like seriously. It’s pathetic, Damian. You just need to live with the fact that you will never live up to the greats here in the OCW, and by greats I mean Trevor and Scott (as much as that just pained me to group his name in with Trevor’s.) Then you have acts like “Crazy” Chris and “Dangerous” Dan. Listen, Trevor beat you once already he doesn’t have to prove himself again. As much as you run your mouth off about the NFB and how much help TGO had from them, it still won’t change the fact that you lost. Just tuck your tail in between your legs and don’t even bother showing up for another match against Trevor. SPOILER ALERT! It’s going to end the same way like the last time. On top of all of this bullshit that TGO and Noah have to put up with in the match at Blackout 2, Gavin decided to put them together on an island with two highly unstable females. Last time I heard, they were getting advice from some headshrinker, no not Liljungleman. Why don’t we just stop all of this talk and join our two “heroes.” I’m sure it’ll be much more interesting than anything else that was put out this week *cough*LucilleBallstore*cough*~
*The scene opens much like the last time that we joined this semi-unlikely duo, a split-screen. The dysfunction coupling of Trevor and Cynthia Kent is on the left with Noah Mackenzie and his Shakespearean lover, Miranda Roman, on the right. Both seem to be in separate rooms. Floor to ceiling windows with a door in the middle made of white wood with a gold door handle in the middle, line the far wall that overlooks a scenic ocean view are in both rooms. On either side of the screen we see both couples in casual attire, an obvious style difference between the two males can be seen though. TGO is dressed in a black V-neck t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts while Noah on the other hand is in a striped blue and gray tank top and black athletic shorts, giving his tattoos the attention that he thinks that they rightfully deserve. The two women though seem to be in somewhat matching attire, both in a red two-piece bathing suit, each slightly different than the other. Both couples seem to be departing from their rooms though. They both exit at about the same time with TGO and Cynthia coming out of the room first, partly because not only was Trevor trying to hurry Cynthia up, but because Noah and Miranda were too busy feeling each other up to really care if they have somewhere to be or not.
As they step out of their respective rooms the camera angles change to a view from behind the two couples. Both seem to be overlooking a spacious villa with bodega sheik furniture lining the common quarters with some high end modern kitchen appliances, from a balcony that stretches what seems to be the length of the house. The tag team partner’s rooms seem to be on the opposite side of the villa with an oak staircase separating right in the middle of the balcony that leads down to the common quarters. Both men turn their heads towards the other couple that they are occupying this villa with unwillingly as we see the other man in opposite split-screen angle. The two women on the other hand seem to be having a marvelous time as they wave to each other and start making their way towards the middle and embrace. Both men throw their hands up in frustration at the split-screens merge into one frame, showing both men from a widescreen angle walking towards their “partners” and the camera zooms. Both men exchange a brief head nod as we start to pick up sound.*
Cynthia: I’m ssssooooo glad that we have the day to ourselves today!
Miranda: EXACTLY! I’m tired of hearing these two bitch about each other.
Cynthia: You know, I was telling Trevor the exact same thing! Why don’t they just suck it up and become a solid unit?!
Miranda: It’s their damn ego. Noah’s is almost as large as Kent’s over there.
Cynthia: That’s hard to believe….
Miranda: Oh, it’s true! There was this one time…
TGO: You know, we’re both standing right here, right?
Miranda and Cynthia: Of course we do….JINX!
*Both men roll their eyes as the foursome start walking down the staircase into the living room of the villa. As they get to the bottom of the steps, Noah walks over to the couch and plops down as Cynthia and Miranda stand by the wooden door grabbing a set of towels that are by the door. Trevor goes into the kitchen and opens a decanter filled with a light brown substance, more than likely scotch, and plops down a scotch glass. He continues to get a couple of ice cubes out of the dispenser from the stainless steel French door refrigerator and then brings it back to the counter, pouring himself a glass that’s more than halfway full. He starts to call out.*
TGO: Want one Noah? I’m thinking we’ll both need one after knowing that we have more of this bullshit “therapy” that Gavin setup for us.
Noah: Oh you best believe it.
TGO: Ice?
Noah: Neat.
TGO: Ok then.
*Trevor repeats the process with another glass, as he’s doing this he continues to speak.*
TGO: When are you two leaving? I’m getting tired of hearing your high-pitched voices.
Miranda: When we want to.
Cynthia: Listen to the woman, Trevor. You don’t control us.
TGO: I control your money flow so I think you two leaving would be great.
*Cynthia has no choice but to shrug her shoulders and nod in agreement. Miranda though takes offense to this as she defiantly retorts.*
Miranda: You sure as hell don’t control my money flow!
*Without missing a beat, Noah chimes in from the couch which he has now spread out upon, both hands behind his head on a cushion.*
Noah: But I do.
Miranda: You wouldn’t.
Noah: Try me.
TGO: You should listen to the man, Miranda. You don’t want those new shoes that he promised you yesterday for sitting through The Last Action hero to go away….
Miranda: You two are made for each other.
TGO: No, I couldn’t be with anyone who likes The Last Action hero.
*Noah quickly sits up, apparently taking great offense to Trevor’s comments on the classic movie. TGO is making his way back to the living quarters, he hands Noah his glass of scotch and takes a seat on a chair that’s on the side of the couch, facing the door where the girls are still standing.*
Noah: That’s one of Arnold’s best works!
TGO: That doesn’t account for much, Noah.
Noah: You know you’re speaking blasphemies, right?
Miranda: He’s actually telling the truth. He speaks it a lot more than those others that are in that match with you…what’s it for again?
Cynthia: A pair of titles that means very little in the grand scheme of things.
TGO: If you want a good movie, you should see A Nightmare on Elm Street…
Noah: EXCELLENT MOVIE!
Cynthia: Wait for it, Noah…
TGO: …the remake!
*A collective outcry is heard throughout as both Miranda and Cynthia roll their eyes and wave dismissingly at their counterparts as they walk out the door. Noah, is visibly upset by TGO’s choice of movies as the door slam shuts behind the two girls.*
Noah: NO! NO! NO! NO! That was the worst in the series!
TGO: One man’s worst is another man’s best. I’m surprised that Miranda didn’t tell you that last night after I had horrible sex with her and she said that that was better than your best.
Noah: Shut the fuck up, douche.
TGO: I’m just being truthful. Remember when me and her snuck off during that one stupid part in that movie? Well that actually doesn’t narrow it down too much, let me try being more…
Noah: I’m so done with you.
*Noah continues sipping on his scotch as he gets up and heads towards the kitchen, setting the glass down on the counter and then proceeding to open up the refrigerator and looking around haphazardly, as glass bottles clank together. Trevor props his feet up on the table. As soon as he does, there is a knock on the door. Noah and Trevor both look at each other and shrug. Another knock.*
TGO: Do you think if we just sit here and not answer he’ll go away?
Noah: I don’t think so, he struck me as the type of person who’s like an annoying fly that just keeps buzzing around your head and you just can’t fucking seem to kill him.
TGO: Kill him? I can probably arrange that…
*Noah who has started rummaging back through the refrigerator looks around the door at TGO with an intrigued look. His mouth turns into a look that gives off the impression that he thinks that it may actually work….another knock.*
TGO: Where’s our fucking butler at?
Noah: Ummm….I don’t think that we have one of those.
TGO: Oh we do, her name is Cynthia Kent, but alas I sent her on her way. You’ll suffice.
Noah: Fuck you buddy! You have two legs and two arms, get off of your ass and use them. He’s going to just keep knocking until you let him in.
*Yet another rap on the door, as both men sigh when a voice can be heard coming from behind the door.*
Man: You know I can hear you two in there, and Noah’s right….I won’t go away. Now let me in.
*TGO looks at Noah again and lowers his voice a bit.*
TGO: Maybe we can go through the back door?
Man: There isn’t one. Now open the damn door, Trevor.
*TGO sighs deeply in disappointment as he decides to finally get up and open the door.*
TGO: Fine! But I warn you, Noah’s high.
Noah: No I’m not! You are!
TGO: Fine, we both are.
*By the time that exchange ends, TGO has reached the door and opens it up. When the door opens a man in a quite colorful floral shirt with a pair of khaki shorts with a dark, black-rimmed glasses is revealed. He pushes his way through the door as TGO looks at him rather surprised that he just barged in like that. TGO looks out the door again and peeks to the right side to make sure he just saw what he thinks he did, revealing sprawling palm trees and a rock road. Trevor looks back as Noah has now snatched a piece of pizza from the refrigerator and is eating it, talking with his mouth full to the man who has made an apparent expected unexpected appearance at the villa’s doorstep.*
Noah: You know, an “excuse me” or a “can I come in” would have sufficed.
TGO: Yeah, no shit! Rude ass…
Man: You knew you two had an appointment today with me. Now where are your wives.
TGO and Noah: !!!!
Man: What?
Noah: She is not my wife.
TGO: And mine isn’t my wife anymore, Jack.
Noah: Yeah, Jim! We both know better than to put a ring on it!
Jack or Jim: One, my name isn’t Jack, nor is it Jim.
TGO: Who really gives a shit what your name is. I prefer what I called you.
Noah: So do I! You’re just like that Steve or Drew guy…nobody really gives a fuck about you.
TGO: Good point!
Jack or Jim: My name is Marcus.
TGO: Typical black person name.
Marcus: In case you didn’t notice, I’m white.
TGO: Another detail that I don’t give a fuck about….Jack.
*Marcus gives up as Noah finishes his pizza and jumps back down on the couch. Marcus goes over to Noah and kicks his legs.*
Marcus: This isn’t time to lay down! We have things to do!
Noah: I’ve killed people for less, you know.
TGO: He has. I’ve seen it.
Marcus: Well it seems like you two are getting along a much better.
TGO: It’s the weed.
Noah: Truth!
*Marcus rolls his eyes as he makes his way back to the door, grabbing TGO by the arm and attempting to pull him towards the door as he opens it back up. TGO doesn’t budge though and laughs at the balding older man.*
TGO: What the fuck do you think you’re trying to do?
Marcus: I told you we have things to do!
TGO: My ass is content here.
Noah: Eh, me too.
TGO: Solidarity sir!
Marcus: Well then I guess the whores I bought you two will go to my next client.
*Suddenly both men are gung ho about going wherever Marcus is leading them to. Noah has quickly jumped up from the couch and rushes to the door as TGO is now the one who is pushing Marcus towards the door. Noah suddenly stops in front of Marcus and Trevor and turns to them.*
Noah: But I’m high.
TGO: That’s the best kind of sex!
Noah: True.
TGO: God, I love Jamaica. I can smoke weed and not be judged! Completely out of character, but who gives a fuck, it’s awesome!!!!
*With that being said the scene changes as the three men exit the villa and close the door behind them. We rejoin them all overlooking a cliff down into the water. Waves crash into the jagged rocks below as both Noah and TGO are shaking their heads “no” as Marcus is shaking his yet. The scene right out of a thriller is offset by the beautiful trees and sand that is on the land. The trees blow in a relatively high wind.*
TGO: Fuck you, this isn’t happening. Where are the whores?
Noah: Agreed, where are the whores and this shit is stupid.
Marcus: No whores. The only way that you two are going to work as a team is if you face your fears together. It’s the only way to win that World Championship.
TGO: Fucking liar. Yeah, this definitely isn’t a world championship. I may do it for that, but not for petty tag gold. You can take your teamwork and shove it up your ass if you think that I’m going to do that just to prove that I can beat a bunch of jobbers. I’ve done that way too much in the past for someone to doubt my ability of doing that.
*Marcus isn’t amused by the excuses that are being tossed out by TGO as he turns to Noah, looking for his explanation on why he doesn’t want to jump. His eyebrows jump above the thick glasses, awaiting an answer.*
Noah: I’m with him.
Marcus: Not a good enough excuse.
Noah: Fine, I’m scared of heights.
TGO: Me too.
*A sentimental moment is approaching…wait for it.*
Marcus: Well it looks like we’re about to have a sentimental moment here.
TGO: Only in your gay wet dreams.
Noah: I hate this fucker.
TGO: Well you ARE kinda growing on me.
Marcus: SEE!
Noah: Well to be truthful, you’re kinda growing on me too.
Marcus: Look what a robust amount of weed and counseling will do to you. Now group hug! Prove to every one of those Olympians that you two stand united.
*Both TGO and Noah look at each other rather confused, and then turn to Marcus.*
TGO and Noah: What?
Marcus: Aren’t you two future Olympians?
TGO: No.
Noah: We’re better.
Marcus: I thought your manager said that that’s what you two do…curling.
TGO: Ha! Fucking Gavin.
Noah: That fucker can lie pretty damn well…
Marcus: What the hell do you two do then?
Noah: We’re wrestlers.
TGO: He’s a wrestler. I’m a sports entertainer and an entrepreneur. Maybe you’ve heard of Kent Industries?
*It’s now Marcus’ turn to have a confused look on his face.*
Marcus: Ummmmm…
TGO: Silver Cola?
Marcus: Nope.
TGO: The KWBN?
Marcus: No tv.
TGO: OCW Hall of Famer and the best damn person to ever set foot inside a wrestling ring?
Marcus: Can’t say I have.
Noah: To be fair, that last one was arguable.
TGO: At least tell me that you’ve watched the new A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Marcus: Absolutely not.
Noah: The Last Action hero?
Marcus: Don’t you see a trend here?
*TGO and Noah are now furious with the lack of knowledge of Marcus. The both look at each other and both smile at the same time as they start to go towards Marcus with evil intentions plastered all over their faces.*
Marcus: What are you two doing?
TGO: Oh nothing…
Noah: Can you swim?
Marcus: I wouldn’t recommend this!!
TGO: Of course you wouldn’t…
*Marcus is backing up the whole time during this conversation as TGO and Noah pick up the pace a bit and both grab one of Marcus’ arms. The both bend down in unison and pick Marcus up in a “flying” position, his head pointing towards the ocean. The start to make their way towards the edge of the cliff.*
Marcus: Don’t do this!
TGO: I think this should be a good character building experience for you.
Noah: Maybe it’ll teach you to be open to pop culture!
TGO: Or maybe just stroke our egos a bit and tell us how great we are and how we’ll beat everyone in our match on Sunday.
Marcus: Yes! Yes! You two definitely will…
TGO: Good enough, Noah?
Noah: Naw…
*TGO shrugs as they both toss Marcus head first as the screams can be heard as the 100 foot drop stops and big splash is heard as they look down at the wreckage of their dastardly deeds. Marcus can be seen floating up after about 5 seconds after impact floating, and looking up at the duo.*
TGO: Good work.
Noah: I agree. Maybe this can work out after all…
TGO: I think it could.
*TGO and Noah high five each other as they start to walk back towards a group of villas. They see Miranda and Cynthia strolling up to their villa as they run to go catch them, both women are still a bit damp from their splash in the ocean, towels wrapped around their shoulders. The sound cuts out as the two men catch up with their ladies and Miranda’s voice comes over the scene for the last time until Sunday.*
~So it looks like they are finally a cohesive unit. Who would have thought it? Hell, I sure as hell didn’t. I definitely didn’t think that myself and Cynthia would get along together, but alas. I suppose that therapy session with Dr. Jim did some good. Quite frankly you didn’t miss anything. Just a bunch of yelling and then it ending with the good ol’ doc giving some weed to calm the nerves. Jamaica, I tell ya…it’s just like Colorado…weed EVERYWHERE! If only Brianna was a cool psychologist like that guy. No wonder these fuckers are always happy. Speaking of happy, these other mother fuckers in this match on Sunday aren’t going to be happy…at all. I hope they are all ready to be completely destroyed. Noah and Trevor have to redeem themselves from their ridiculous loss a couple of weeks ago. If they happen to pick up two titles while doing it, so be it. I just hope Dean and the rest of the OCW is ready to bow down to the true champions. The only champions who actually matter. It may just be tag gold, but it actually means something. See you all on Sunday…kisses.~
*The scene opens much like the last time that we joined this semi-unlikely duo, a split-screen. The dysfunction coupling of Trevor and Cynthia Kent is on the left with Noah Mackenzie and his Shakespearean lover, Miranda Roman, on the right. Both seem to be in separate rooms. Floor to ceiling windows with a door in the middle made of white wood with a gold door handle in the middle, line the far wall that overlooks a scenic ocean view are in both rooms. On either side of the screen we see both couples in casual attire, an obvious style difference between the two males can be seen though. TGO is dressed in a black V-neck t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts while Noah on the other hand is in a striped blue and gray tank top and black athletic shorts, giving his tattoos the attention that he thinks that they rightfully deserve. The two women though seem to be in somewhat matching attire, both in a red two-piece bathing suit, each slightly different than the other. Both couples seem to be departing from their rooms though. They both exit at about the same time with TGO and Cynthia coming out of the room first, partly because not only was Trevor trying to hurry Cynthia up, but because Noah and Miranda were too busy feeling each other up to really care if they have somewhere to be or not.
As they step out of their respective rooms the camera angles change to a view from behind the two couples. Both seem to be overlooking a spacious villa with bodega sheik furniture lining the common quarters with some high end modern kitchen appliances, from a balcony that stretches what seems to be the length of the house. The tag team partner’s rooms seem to be on the opposite side of the villa with an oak staircase separating right in the middle of the balcony that leads down to the common quarters. Both men turn their heads towards the other couple that they are occupying this villa with unwillingly as we see the other man in opposite split-screen angle. The two women on the other hand seem to be having a marvelous time as they wave to each other and start making their way towards the middle and embrace. Both men throw their hands up in frustration at the split-screens merge into one frame, showing both men from a widescreen angle walking towards their “partners” and the camera zooms. Both men exchange a brief head nod as we start to pick up sound.*
Cynthia: I’m ssssooooo glad that we have the day to ourselves today!
Miranda: EXACTLY! I’m tired of hearing these two bitch about each other.
Cynthia: You know, I was telling Trevor the exact same thing! Why don’t they just suck it up and become a solid unit?!
Miranda: It’s their damn ego. Noah’s is almost as large as Kent’s over there.
Cynthia: That’s hard to believe….
Miranda: Oh, it’s true! There was this one time…
TGO: You know, we’re both standing right here, right?
Miranda and Cynthia: Of course we do….JINX!
*Both men roll their eyes as the foursome start walking down the staircase into the living room of the villa. As they get to the bottom of the steps, Noah walks over to the couch and plops down as Cynthia and Miranda stand by the wooden door grabbing a set of towels that are by the door. Trevor goes into the kitchen and opens a decanter filled with a light brown substance, more than likely scotch, and plops down a scotch glass. He continues to get a couple of ice cubes out of the dispenser from the stainless steel French door refrigerator and then brings it back to the counter, pouring himself a glass that’s more than halfway full. He starts to call out.*
TGO: Want one Noah? I’m thinking we’ll both need one after knowing that we have more of this bullshit “therapy” that Gavin setup for us.
Noah: Oh you best believe it.
TGO: Ice?
Noah: Neat.
TGO: Ok then.
*Trevor repeats the process with another glass, as he’s doing this he continues to speak.*
TGO: When are you two leaving? I’m getting tired of hearing your high-pitched voices.
Miranda: When we want to.
Cynthia: Listen to the woman, Trevor. You don’t control us.
TGO: I control your money flow so I think you two leaving would be great.
*Cynthia has no choice but to shrug her shoulders and nod in agreement. Miranda though takes offense to this as she defiantly retorts.*
Miranda: You sure as hell don’t control my money flow!
*Without missing a beat, Noah chimes in from the couch which he has now spread out upon, both hands behind his head on a cushion.*
Noah: But I do.
Miranda: You wouldn’t.
Noah: Try me.
TGO: You should listen to the man, Miranda. You don’t want those new shoes that he promised you yesterday for sitting through The Last Action hero to go away….
Miranda: You two are made for each other.
TGO: No, I couldn’t be with anyone who likes The Last Action hero.
*Noah quickly sits up, apparently taking great offense to Trevor’s comments on the classic movie. TGO is making his way back to the living quarters, he hands Noah his glass of scotch and takes a seat on a chair that’s on the side of the couch, facing the door where the girls are still standing.*
Noah: That’s one of Arnold’s best works!
TGO: That doesn’t account for much, Noah.
Noah: You know you’re speaking blasphemies, right?
Miranda: He’s actually telling the truth. He speaks it a lot more than those others that are in that match with you…what’s it for again?
Cynthia: A pair of titles that means very little in the grand scheme of things.
TGO: If you want a good movie, you should see A Nightmare on Elm Street…
Noah: EXCELLENT MOVIE!
Cynthia: Wait for it, Noah…
TGO: …the remake!
*A collective outcry is heard throughout as both Miranda and Cynthia roll their eyes and wave dismissingly at their counterparts as they walk out the door. Noah, is visibly upset by TGO’s choice of movies as the door slam shuts behind the two girls.*
Noah: NO! NO! NO! NO! That was the worst in the series!
TGO: One man’s worst is another man’s best. I’m surprised that Miranda didn’t tell you that last night after I had horrible sex with her and she said that that was better than your best.
Noah: Shut the fuck up, douche.
TGO: I’m just being truthful. Remember when me and her snuck off during that one stupid part in that movie? Well that actually doesn’t narrow it down too much, let me try being more…
Noah: I’m so done with you.
*Noah continues sipping on his scotch as he gets up and heads towards the kitchen, setting the glass down on the counter and then proceeding to open up the refrigerator and looking around haphazardly, as glass bottles clank together. Trevor props his feet up on the table. As soon as he does, there is a knock on the door. Noah and Trevor both look at each other and shrug. Another knock.*
TGO: Do you think if we just sit here and not answer he’ll go away?
Noah: I don’t think so, he struck me as the type of person who’s like an annoying fly that just keeps buzzing around your head and you just can’t fucking seem to kill him.
TGO: Kill him? I can probably arrange that…
*Noah who has started rummaging back through the refrigerator looks around the door at TGO with an intrigued look. His mouth turns into a look that gives off the impression that he thinks that it may actually work….another knock.*
TGO: Where’s our fucking butler at?
Noah: Ummm….I don’t think that we have one of those.
TGO: Oh we do, her name is Cynthia Kent, but alas I sent her on her way. You’ll suffice.
Noah: Fuck you buddy! You have two legs and two arms, get off of your ass and use them. He’s going to just keep knocking until you let him in.
*Yet another rap on the door, as both men sigh when a voice can be heard coming from behind the door.*
Man: You know I can hear you two in there, and Noah’s right….I won’t go away. Now let me in.
*TGO looks at Noah again and lowers his voice a bit.*
TGO: Maybe we can go through the back door?
Man: There isn’t one. Now open the damn door, Trevor.
*TGO sighs deeply in disappointment as he decides to finally get up and open the door.*
TGO: Fine! But I warn you, Noah’s high.
Noah: No I’m not! You are!
TGO: Fine, we both are.
*By the time that exchange ends, TGO has reached the door and opens it up. When the door opens a man in a quite colorful floral shirt with a pair of khaki shorts with a dark, black-rimmed glasses is revealed. He pushes his way through the door as TGO looks at him rather surprised that he just barged in like that. TGO looks out the door again and peeks to the right side to make sure he just saw what he thinks he did, revealing sprawling palm trees and a rock road. Trevor looks back as Noah has now snatched a piece of pizza from the refrigerator and is eating it, talking with his mouth full to the man who has made an apparent expected unexpected appearance at the villa’s doorstep.*
Noah: You know, an “excuse me” or a “can I come in” would have sufficed.
TGO: Yeah, no shit! Rude ass…
Man: You knew you two had an appointment today with me. Now where are your wives.
TGO and Noah: !!!!
Man: What?
Noah: She is not my wife.
TGO: And mine isn’t my wife anymore, Jack.
Noah: Yeah, Jim! We both know better than to put a ring on it!
Jack or Jim: One, my name isn’t Jack, nor is it Jim.
TGO: Who really gives a shit what your name is. I prefer what I called you.
Noah: So do I! You’re just like that Steve or Drew guy…nobody really gives a fuck about you.
TGO: Good point!
Jack or Jim: My name is Marcus.
TGO: Typical black person name.
Marcus: In case you didn’t notice, I’m white.
TGO: Another detail that I don’t give a fuck about….Jack.
*Marcus gives up as Noah finishes his pizza and jumps back down on the couch. Marcus goes over to Noah and kicks his legs.*
Marcus: This isn’t time to lay down! We have things to do!
Noah: I’ve killed people for less, you know.
TGO: He has. I’ve seen it.
Marcus: Well it seems like you two are getting along a much better.
TGO: It’s the weed.
Noah: Truth!
*Marcus rolls his eyes as he makes his way back to the door, grabbing TGO by the arm and attempting to pull him towards the door as he opens it back up. TGO doesn’t budge though and laughs at the balding older man.*
TGO: What the fuck do you think you’re trying to do?
Marcus: I told you we have things to do!
TGO: My ass is content here.
Noah: Eh, me too.
TGO: Solidarity sir!
Marcus: Well then I guess the whores I bought you two will go to my next client.
*Suddenly both men are gung ho about going wherever Marcus is leading them to. Noah has quickly jumped up from the couch and rushes to the door as TGO is now the one who is pushing Marcus towards the door. Noah suddenly stops in front of Marcus and Trevor and turns to them.*
Noah: But I’m high.
TGO: That’s the best kind of sex!
Noah: True.
TGO: God, I love Jamaica. I can smoke weed and not be judged! Completely out of character, but who gives a fuck, it’s awesome!!!!
*With that being said the scene changes as the three men exit the villa and close the door behind them. We rejoin them all overlooking a cliff down into the water. Waves crash into the jagged rocks below as both Noah and TGO are shaking their heads “no” as Marcus is shaking his yet. The scene right out of a thriller is offset by the beautiful trees and sand that is on the land. The trees blow in a relatively high wind.*
TGO: Fuck you, this isn’t happening. Where are the whores?
Noah: Agreed, where are the whores and this shit is stupid.
Marcus: No whores. The only way that you two are going to work as a team is if you face your fears together. It’s the only way to win that World Championship.
TGO: Fucking liar. Yeah, this definitely isn’t a world championship. I may do it for that, but not for petty tag gold. You can take your teamwork and shove it up your ass if you think that I’m going to do that just to prove that I can beat a bunch of jobbers. I’ve done that way too much in the past for someone to doubt my ability of doing that.
*Marcus isn’t amused by the excuses that are being tossed out by TGO as he turns to Noah, looking for his explanation on why he doesn’t want to jump. His eyebrows jump above the thick glasses, awaiting an answer.*
Noah: I’m with him.
Marcus: Not a good enough excuse.
Noah: Fine, I’m scared of heights.
TGO: Me too.
*A sentimental moment is approaching…wait for it.*
Marcus: Well it looks like we’re about to have a sentimental moment here.
TGO: Only in your gay wet dreams.
Noah: I hate this fucker.
TGO: Well you ARE kinda growing on me.
Marcus: SEE!
Noah: Well to be truthful, you’re kinda growing on me too.
Marcus: Look what a robust amount of weed and counseling will do to you. Now group hug! Prove to every one of those Olympians that you two stand united.
*Both TGO and Noah look at each other rather confused, and then turn to Marcus.*
TGO and Noah: What?
Marcus: Aren’t you two future Olympians?
TGO: No.
Noah: We’re better.
Marcus: I thought your manager said that that’s what you two do…curling.
TGO: Ha! Fucking Gavin.
Noah: That fucker can lie pretty damn well…
Marcus: What the hell do you two do then?
Noah: We’re wrestlers.
TGO: He’s a wrestler. I’m a sports entertainer and an entrepreneur. Maybe you’ve heard of Kent Industries?
*It’s now Marcus’ turn to have a confused look on his face.*
Marcus: Ummmmm…
TGO: Silver Cola?
Marcus: Nope.
TGO: The KWBN?
Marcus: No tv.
TGO: OCW Hall of Famer and the best damn person to ever set foot inside a wrestling ring?
Marcus: Can’t say I have.
Noah: To be fair, that last one was arguable.
TGO: At least tell me that you’ve watched the new A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Marcus: Absolutely not.
Noah: The Last Action hero?
Marcus: Don’t you see a trend here?
*TGO and Noah are now furious with the lack of knowledge of Marcus. The both look at each other and both smile at the same time as they start to go towards Marcus with evil intentions plastered all over their faces.*
Marcus: What are you two doing?
TGO: Oh nothing…
Noah: Can you swim?
Marcus: I wouldn’t recommend this!!
TGO: Of course you wouldn’t…
*Marcus is backing up the whole time during this conversation as TGO and Noah pick up the pace a bit and both grab one of Marcus’ arms. The both bend down in unison and pick Marcus up in a “flying” position, his head pointing towards the ocean. The start to make their way towards the edge of the cliff.*
Marcus: Don’t do this!
TGO: I think this should be a good character building experience for you.
Noah: Maybe it’ll teach you to be open to pop culture!
TGO: Or maybe just stroke our egos a bit and tell us how great we are and how we’ll beat everyone in our match on Sunday.
Marcus: Yes! Yes! You two definitely will…
TGO: Good enough, Noah?
Noah: Naw…
*TGO shrugs as they both toss Marcus head first as the screams can be heard as the 100 foot drop stops and big splash is heard as they look down at the wreckage of their dastardly deeds. Marcus can be seen floating up after about 5 seconds after impact floating, and looking up at the duo.*
TGO: Good work.
Noah: I agree. Maybe this can work out after all…
TGO: I think it could.
*TGO and Noah high five each other as they start to walk back towards a group of villas. They see Miranda and Cynthia strolling up to their villa as they run to go catch them, both women are still a bit damp from their splash in the ocean, towels wrapped around their shoulders. The sound cuts out as the two men catch up with their ladies and Miranda’s voice comes over the scene for the last time until Sunday.*
~So it looks like they are finally a cohesive unit. Who would have thought it? Hell, I sure as hell didn’t. I definitely didn’t think that myself and Cynthia would get along together, but alas. I suppose that therapy session with Dr. Jim did some good. Quite frankly you didn’t miss anything. Just a bunch of yelling and then it ending with the good ol’ doc giving some weed to calm the nerves. Jamaica, I tell ya…it’s just like Colorado…weed EVERYWHERE! If only Brianna was a cool psychologist like that guy. No wonder these fuckers are always happy. Speaking of happy, these other mother fuckers in this match on Sunday aren’t going to be happy…at all. I hope they are all ready to be completely destroyed. Noah and Trevor have to redeem themselves from their ridiculous loss a couple of weeks ago. If they happen to pick up two titles while doing it, so be it. I just hope Dean and the rest of the OCW is ready to bow down to the true champions. The only champions who actually matter. It may just be tag gold, but it actually means something. See you all on Sunday…kisses.~
