Post by Crash Rodriguez on Dec 27, 2022 18:36:33 GMT -5
~We cut to a shot of Nickleman and Crash nestled deep inside a steamy boiler room. Smoke shrouds the two men as they seem to stare off, each man eyeing for weakness. Nickelman wields his barbed wire bat through the fog, and Crash swings around a literal branch from a tree. The tension is high, the fever is pitched, these men are ready for battle.~
Hood: these bastards are looking to fight early!
Smith: someone tell them their match isn't for another week!
~We see Lou walk into the scene in the background, strolling amidst the smokey steamy smoke steam stuff, and he's having a conversation on a cellphone. We quickly cut between zoomed in shots of Nickleman and Crash, both men with immense amounts of spray paint on their faces.~
Smith: Have they been huffing paint?
Hood: Have you NOT been huffing paint? This is classic OCW, baby!
Nickleman: Die bitch!
Crash: Die! Die! Die!
Smith: this could get ugly!
Hood: don't call the bastards ugly or they'll filet your sorry hide!
~Both men start swinging their weapons wildly while Lou continues his mild phone call in the back of the boiler room. Blood starts flying everywhere.~
Smith: Wait….are they bashing rats?
Hood: Duh!
~Sure enough, dead rat after dead rat starts flying through the air, bloodied up beyond belief.~
Crash: Our opponents don’t stand a chance! It’s about TK had us defend the tag belts. Hey check this out, man…
~Crash grabs a rat as it tries to scurry awa. The rat is tossed into the air and Crash splatters its body across the wall.~
Nickleman: You mexicans and your baseball.
Crash: Isn't your daughter half Mexican?
Nickleman: OCW doesn't know about her yet. Well they do, kinda, but not really.
~Crash and Nickleman deadpan to camera for a few seconds before they start smashing more rats~
Crash: So who do you think our tag opponents are? I wasnt really listening to the Strader lady.
Nickleman: It's Outcast, innit? He's the shadow people in the walls!
~Lou stumbles through the fog, phone still pressed to his ear as Nickleman starts eyeing the walls for the 'shadow people'.~
Lou Pohl: Dont start freaking out. Its only an LOI
~Lou sees the rat carcasses and the blood painted walls, his eyes grow to saucers~
Lou Pohl: Jesus christ, I’ll have to call you back.
~Lou hangs up sliding the phone into his jacket pocket~
Lou Pohl: What the absolute fuck are you two doing?
Crash: Rat slaying and paint spraying!
Nickleman: We're doing grown man shit, boy!
Crash: Yeah! Grown boy shit, man!
Lou Pohl: Shouldnt you two be preparing for your match? Seems weird you two are hanging out when you’re booked against each other.
~Nickleman looks back to Lou in confusion.~
Nickleman: I don't read books, you fucking dweeb. Is that a Twitter thing? Jesus. You can't start a Twitter beef between me and Crash, because I know you run his Twitter!
Lou Pohl: What are you on about. You two are facing each other new years for a shot at the Paradigm… maybe take the opportunity seriously? It’s kind of a big deal!
Nickleman: Wear that dime? I barely knew her!
~Nickleman rolls his eyes and goes back to bashing rats as Crash shrugs and inhales more paint.~
Crash: Well, these rats aren’t gonna bash themselves.
Hood: these bastards are looking to fight early!
Smith: someone tell them their match isn't for another week!
~We see Lou walk into the scene in the background, strolling amidst the smokey steamy smoke steam stuff, and he's having a conversation on a cellphone. We quickly cut between zoomed in shots of Nickleman and Crash, both men with immense amounts of spray paint on their faces.~
Smith: Have they been huffing paint?
Hood: Have you NOT been huffing paint? This is classic OCW, baby!
Nickleman: Die bitch!
Crash: Die! Die! Die!
Smith: this could get ugly!
Hood: don't call the bastards ugly or they'll filet your sorry hide!
~Both men start swinging their weapons wildly while Lou continues his mild phone call in the back of the boiler room. Blood starts flying everywhere.~
Smith: Wait….are they bashing rats?
Hood: Duh!
~Sure enough, dead rat after dead rat starts flying through the air, bloodied up beyond belief.~
Crash: Our opponents don’t stand a chance! It’s about TK had us defend the tag belts. Hey check this out, man…
~Crash grabs a rat as it tries to scurry awa. The rat is tossed into the air and Crash splatters its body across the wall.~
Nickleman: You mexicans and your baseball.
Crash: Isn't your daughter half Mexican?
Nickleman: OCW doesn't know about her yet. Well they do, kinda, but not really.
~Crash and Nickleman deadpan to camera for a few seconds before they start smashing more rats~
Crash: So who do you think our tag opponents are? I wasnt really listening to the Strader lady.
Nickleman: It's Outcast, innit? He's the shadow people in the walls!
~Lou stumbles through the fog, phone still pressed to his ear as Nickleman starts eyeing the walls for the 'shadow people'.~
Lou Pohl: Dont start freaking out. Its only an LOI
~Lou sees the rat carcasses and the blood painted walls, his eyes grow to saucers~
Lou Pohl: Jesus christ, I’ll have to call you back.
~Lou hangs up sliding the phone into his jacket pocket~
Lou Pohl: What the absolute fuck are you two doing?
Crash: Rat slaying and paint spraying!
Nickleman: We're doing grown man shit, boy!
Crash: Yeah! Grown boy shit, man!
Lou Pohl: Shouldnt you two be preparing for your match? Seems weird you two are hanging out when you’re booked against each other.
~Nickleman looks back to Lou in confusion.~
Nickleman: I don't read books, you fucking dweeb. Is that a Twitter thing? Jesus. You can't start a Twitter beef between me and Crash, because I know you run his Twitter!
Lou Pohl: What are you on about. You two are facing each other new years for a shot at the Paradigm… maybe take the opportunity seriously? It’s kind of a big deal!
Nickleman: Wear that dime? I barely knew her!
~Nickleman rolls his eyes and goes back to bashing rats as Crash shrugs and inhales more paint.~
Crash: Well, these rats aren’t gonna bash themselves.