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Post by Rick I.C. Harris on Jun 4, 2014 13:57:57 GMT -5
You two RP here please.
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Post by Johnny Hotness on Jun 10, 2014 8:22:48 GMT -5
Our scene opened up to show Johnny Hotness standing in some nondescript room that says NLW across the background behind him. It's obviously a room that's pretty much only meant for cutting promos. Hotness was wearing his signature Aviator frames with a Justin Beiber t-shirt and a pair of shorts on. Before he realized that he was on air, he was messing with his hair as he held a mirror up in front of him. He was verifying that his perm was as wonderful as ever. Someone must have pointed toward the camera off the scene because suddenly he looked away from the mirror and over toward the camera lens.
Johnny Hotness: "Oh! Here."
NLW's own One True Belieber handed his mirror to someone off the scene before turning back to the camera once more.
"Yo yo yo! Yo yo yo yo yo! Johnny Hotness is in the house, peeps! Not just that, but Johnny Hotness is ridin' high and sittin' pretty after the One True Belieber annihilated Jason Phoenix last week! I mean, the guy didn't even stand a chance. And now Scotty Vegas has to jump in the ring with me."
Johnny shook his head as if it sucked to be Scotty Vegas, who actually had been pretty impressive up until this point.
"Look, Scott, just 'cause ya' got a couple of wins over a has been like Leo Boogie doesn't mean a thing. Problem is, you haven't had the opportunity to actually face someone with some real talent. Talent like the kind I have. Talent like the kind Justin Bieber has. At Roulette, Scott, we don't have to be haters. After I beat you, you're more than welcome to celebrate my moving up in the tournament with me."
Johnny Hotness removed his shades and looked into the camera.
"Soon, I will be NLW's FIRST Heavyweight Champion! You can Beliebe dat!"
Almost as soon as he finished his promo, a bunch of loud cracking noises began to fire off. Johnny Hotness immediately screamed like a little girl and hit the deck, covering his head up in the process.
"I don't wanna' die! Save me! Mommyyy!"
No one else seemed to get startled by it, and the camera turned after a moment to show a small amount of expended firecrackers on the ground. After panning around a bit more, we see the members of SR-71 Express, Jason Cruze and Jackie Williams laughing their asses off a few feet away. After that, the camera turned back to Johnny Hotness, who finally recovered and glared at those two before turning his attention back to the camera.
"You've got to edit that out."
Cameraman: "No chance."
With that, the scene faded to a commercial break, leaving Johnny Hotness upset about looking like a fool... not that anyone cared.
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Post by Scotty Vegas on Jun 10, 2014 14:15:32 GMT -5
Scotty Vegas - Johnny Hotness, Do you know what the difference is between you and me? Pauses Scotty Vegas - What? That's what you're asking yourself, aren't you?! Again he pauses Scotty Vegas - I guess I'll inform you in complete detail. I won't hold no punches, I won't bullshit you. I'll make this real simple. Vegas move his hair from in front of his eyes Scotty Vegas - Listen up boy, and listen up good! Vegas looks into the camera with an intense look. Scotty Vegas - The different between you and me is simple Johnny Hotness, I'm a white trash cracker from a white trash town. That no body would even bother to piss on. But here's the difference. I made something of myself, I have the keys to NLW, people respect me. But you... you're still nothing, you're just an uppity daygo in an expensive suit, turning tricks for the NLW front office. No body respects you. Let me repeat that, NO ONE RESPECTS YOU! The most you'll ever make of yourself is blowing men like me! Men with real power. Pauses Scotty Vegas - Yes, I can smell the cock on your breath from here. You might as well just get where you belong, down on your knees. Because all you'll ever get out of me is a load all over your face! Vegas looks arrogantly into the camera. Scotty Vegas - Roulette is your end. Get ready to blow! Fade to Black
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