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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 1 2004, 06:45 PM (43 Views) | |
| Sloth | Jun 1 2004, 06:45 PM Post #1 |
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(The camera comes on outside a weight room. The camera pans around the hallway, showing a long line-up of those waiting to use the room: Mr. Showtime, Mono Loco, Thunder, and none other than Steve Griffin himself. The men are impatiently murmering to each other.) Showtime: Man, what's taking so long!? I thought he'd be out of there by now. Mono Loco: I tried getting in, but the door seems to be jammed... literally... there was jam on the door knob! (Griffin looks at Loco oddly, before stepping up himself.) Griffin: Enough of this... out of my way! (Griffin forces his way through to the front of the line. Putting his ear up to the door, he can only hear one thing...) "688... 689... 690! Whew.. this is hard work!" (Griffin listens in with disgust.. kind of. He eventually tries to force the door open. However, after an inch opening, the door slams shut again.) Mono Loco: See... jammed. (Griffin does see... there is some jam on his shoulder... strawberry if he is not mistaken. The camera fades out on the line... A new camera comes on that seems to have made it into the weight room through a back door that the wrestlers APPARENTLY do not know about. It looks around the room and goes through every machine, but no one could be found. Then, the camera faces the door, and sees none other than the Mammoth one himself, SLOTH seated comfortably in front of the door, an over-sized bucket of chicken or turkey or bovine legs in front of him. Many empty buckets are stacked on either side of him, and many bones, picked clean, are shown covering the ground around him. Sloth rips the meat off his latest one, counting...) "700! YES! I rule! Who da maaaaaaaaaaaan? SLOTH da maaaaaaaaaaaan!" (Sloth then looks up and sees the camera.) "Oh, hey! Cameraman: Sloth... what the...? "Oh, I was just training in here... and after about 5 minutes, I decided to take a break. So I went and got my lunch box... and sat here to eat it! My lunch, that is." Cameraman: You're blocking the door.. other wrestlers want to train in here, you know? "So THAT'S what those bumps were. I thought it was just gas." (Sloth suddenly lurches forward with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Curious, he takes a couple of quick whiffs...) "But THAT was gas!" (Frightened, the cameraman tries to retreat, turning the camera off before escaping.) DID ANY OTHER WRESLTER GET TO USE THE WEIGHT ROOM?? HOW LONG WAS SLOTH SITTING THERE EATING?? DID THE CAMERAMAN MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?? OR DID SLOTH'S NOXIOUS FUMES GET TO HIM BEFOREHAND?? THE ANSWER TO THESE AND SIMILAR QUESTIONS... COMING SOON!! MAYBE!! I GUESS!! "Heeeeeey! Who's gonna help me up?? |
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| Steve Griffin | Jun 1 2004, 09:11 PM Post #2 |
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Steve Griffin walks back and forth impatiently wondering to himself what the hell is going on, he leans up against the wall and throws his towel over his shoulder. A loud bang can then be heard from a distance which startles Steve Griffin, he looks up to see a camera man running like hell from a door he hasn't paid much attention to in the past. As the camera man runs by he is suddenly grabbed by the collar and held up for a moment. Steve Griffin: What the hell has you running like that, looks like you just seen a monster or something. This whole situation smells funny i want to know whats going on and i bet you know something so start talking! Camer man: I..i tried to go into the weight room from the backdoor, and Sloth that monster was in there devoring chicken and strawberry's and then...then he farted, i had to get out as fast as i could before it was too late. Steve Griffin: Sloth, that pig, holding up the room from those who wish to win, instead he is there adding to the blubber which already hangs down to his knees! Oh i guess i should say thanks. Steve Griffin releases the camera man, the camera man looks at Steve almost waiting for the thanks. Steve Griffin: What are you starring at me for, move along now chump! Steve Griffin then throws his towel aside and with an angered look on his face begins walking towards the jammed up door again he shoves wrestlers in his way out of it. Thunder: Hey whatch it! Steve Griffin glares at him for a moment creating a field of silence amoung everyone present he stands in front of the door and puts his ear to it and he then hears the sound of munching and chewing. He backs off for a moment and in one strong thrust bursts open the door with relative ease as nothing was blocking it this time. He looks around for a moment before spotting something like a beached whale toppled over on his side and unable to get up. Steve Griffin looks down and in an uncontrolable motion begins to laugh, he continues to laugh while pointing at Sloth who is still trying to reach a last piece of chicken. Steve Griffin then kicks it across the room as he walks back and forth in front of Sloth. Sloth: Hey that was the last one. Steve Griffin: Look at you, just take one god damn look at you you pathetic beluga. In my whole career here i have yet to see someone like you Sloth, look at this mess, i can just imagine what your house looks like. Its horrible Sloth, i stand here and watch as you can't even get your fat ass back up after falling off a chair, what are you going to do when i knock you on your ass in our match Sloth. This is really a battle which cannot be won for you, its ashame really it is, that i will actually have to enter that ring against pig not a wrestler. Sloth: Can you just help me up, i need my wallet i'm hungry. Steve Griffin: Of course your hungry your always hungry damit, thats all you do, i'm not sure you realize this is scw, not an eating competition. As far as helpng you out, not a chance, i'm sure there are quite a few people back there waiting to get there hands on you when they find out you held up the room this long, i'm just going to let them have there fun with you. And your wallet, what do you need that for lets see what is so important to you in here. 2 for 1 pizza coupon, another one, 6 more of them, free 6 inch sub from subway, 4 of those, free big mac from mc donalds coupon, wow, 1,2,3...9 of those. I can see whats so important to you in here, unfortunately, i really don't care, stop eating and get ready for Exodus you butterball. Steve Griffin turns around and walks towards the exit of the room mumbling stuff like "unbelievable" to himself, he throws the coupons in the garbage in the process and turns around with one last grin. Steve Griffin: Take a look at who was holding the line fellas, please, just keep in mind i need him in some what of a form to face me at Exodus. The crowd of wrestlers enters the room as Steve Griffin walks off, he picks up his towel and heads for the Evolution locker room. |
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