Post by The General on May 16, 2009 1:22:38 GMT -5
Gravy..... Gravy...... Gravy......
{{Our scene opens as we see The General.. that gravy lovin son of a gun tossing and turning in his bed. Lighting flashes in the sky and with each thundering crack light shines through the window over General's bed. Finally he shoots straight up and is breathing heavy.}}
General: Something is amiss.
{{Just as General says those words a doorbell chiming in the distance can be heard and General slinks out of bed. He walks to his door after traversing the house and opens it, standing before him wearing a rain slicker is The former two time PWW cruiserweight champion... Davey Boone.}}
General: Boone you gravy hating sob, what are you doing here.
Davey Boone: I need a favor General.
General: Come in Boone-daddy. Have a seat.
{{Boone sits down on the sofa and General sits down across from him in his recliner. Boone looks at General and smiles.}}
Davey Boone: General, I have a nephaw, a good kid named Seth Drabble.
General: yeah?
Davey Boone: Well it's been his life long dream to be a pro wrestler, and he's working really hard, but he just hasn't had much success.
General: You want me to train him?
Davey Boone: Sorta, see PWW has opened back up. I was hoping you would go there.... and mentor him.
{{General shoots up from his recliner and gets in Boone's face, nose to nose.}}
General: YOu want me to do what?
Davey Boone: It's gotta be you General... I just don't have the time right now and he needs your help. Only you can teach him to be a crazy bastard who never gives up.
General: You come into my home, unannounced, you sit at my sofa and ask me to get back into that squared circle.... as a favor to you?
Davey Boone: Yes.
General: Well big bad booney-daddy, since it's a favor to you.... I'll do it....
Davey Boone: That's great, thanks you gravy lovin bastard.
General: so where is the kid?
Davey Boone: He's outside.
General: In the rain!? Tell him to get his arse in here before he catches a cold, from now on he does what I say, when I say if he wants to succeed.
{{Boone opens the door and a rain soaked Seth Drabble walks into the house looking humble. General grins at him.}}
General: Alright Boone, I'll take good care of him.
Davey Boone: Thanks General, I'm trusting you.
{{Boone walks out the door and we hear his car start up as he drives away.}}
Seth Drabble: I appreciate this...
{{The General's grin quickly turns into a snarl as he reaches back and slaps the piss out of drabble.}}
Seth Drabble: What the hell was that for!?
General: To make you tough boy! I'm 45 years old and you weren't fast enough to block one of my slaps.... I can see we have a lot of work to do. Listen one... always expect the unexpected. But for now, lets just get some rest.
{{The General begins walking to his bed room and Drabble looks confused.}}
Seth Drabble: Uhhhh General.... you got any pillows or blankets for the couch?
General: Oh you're not sleeping on the couch...
Seth Drabble: Then where...
General: Let me finish.... boy. You're sleeping outside.
Seth Drabble: Outside!? Like an animal?
General: Exactly, sleeping on rocks makes you tough kid. I used to sleep on rocks while mountain hiking in the Himalayas I used to sleep on rocks, fight yetis and did so with only a walking stick and a supply of powdered gravy mix. It made me what I am today so if I can do that, you can spend a night in the yard.
Seth Drabble: But...
General: Get the hell out of my house and into the yard!
{{Drabble lowers his head as he walks out the door and into the front yard. The general turns out the lights and heads to the bedroom. Before laying down he looks out the window and sees Seth curled up in the fetal position on the lawn. The General smiles.}}
General: Ahh.. it's going to be a good night....
{{The general climbs into bed and we fade away.}}
{{Our scene opens as we see The General.. that gravy lovin son of a gun tossing and turning in his bed. Lighting flashes in the sky and with each thundering crack light shines through the window over General's bed. Finally he shoots straight up and is breathing heavy.}}
General: Something is amiss.
{{Just as General says those words a doorbell chiming in the distance can be heard and General slinks out of bed. He walks to his door after traversing the house and opens it, standing before him wearing a rain slicker is The former two time PWW cruiserweight champion... Davey Boone.}}
General: Boone you gravy hating sob, what are you doing here.
Davey Boone: I need a favor General.
General: Come in Boone-daddy. Have a seat.
{{Boone sits down on the sofa and General sits down across from him in his recliner. Boone looks at General and smiles.}}
Davey Boone: General, I have a nephaw, a good kid named Seth Drabble.
General: yeah?
Davey Boone: Well it's been his life long dream to be a pro wrestler, and he's working really hard, but he just hasn't had much success.
General: You want me to train him?
Davey Boone: Sorta, see PWW has opened back up. I was hoping you would go there.... and mentor him.
{{General shoots up from his recliner and gets in Boone's face, nose to nose.}}
General: YOu want me to do what?
Davey Boone: It's gotta be you General... I just don't have the time right now and he needs your help. Only you can teach him to be a crazy bastard who never gives up.
General: You come into my home, unannounced, you sit at my sofa and ask me to get back into that squared circle.... as a favor to you?
Davey Boone: Yes.
General: Well big bad booney-daddy, since it's a favor to you.... I'll do it....
Davey Boone: That's great, thanks you gravy lovin bastard.
General: so where is the kid?
Davey Boone: He's outside.
General: In the rain!? Tell him to get his arse in here before he catches a cold, from now on he does what I say, when I say if he wants to succeed.
{{Boone opens the door and a rain soaked Seth Drabble walks into the house looking humble. General grins at him.}}
General: Alright Boone, I'll take good care of him.
Davey Boone: Thanks General, I'm trusting you.
{{Boone walks out the door and we hear his car start up as he drives away.}}
Seth Drabble: I appreciate this...
{{The General's grin quickly turns into a snarl as he reaches back and slaps the piss out of drabble.}}
Seth Drabble: What the hell was that for!?
General: To make you tough boy! I'm 45 years old and you weren't fast enough to block one of my slaps.... I can see we have a lot of work to do. Listen one... always expect the unexpected. But for now, lets just get some rest.
{{The General begins walking to his bed room and Drabble looks confused.}}
Seth Drabble: Uhhhh General.... you got any pillows or blankets for the couch?
General: Oh you're not sleeping on the couch...
Seth Drabble: Then where...
General: Let me finish.... boy. You're sleeping outside.
Seth Drabble: Outside!? Like an animal?
General: Exactly, sleeping on rocks makes you tough kid. I used to sleep on rocks while mountain hiking in the Himalayas I used to sleep on rocks, fight yetis and did so with only a walking stick and a supply of powdered gravy mix. It made me what I am today so if I can do that, you can spend a night in the yard.
Seth Drabble: But...
General: Get the hell out of my house and into the yard!
{{Drabble lowers his head as he walks out the door and into the front yard. The general turns out the lights and heads to the bedroom. Before laying down he looks out the window and sees Seth curled up in the fetal position on the lawn. The General smiles.}}
General: Ahh.. it's going to be a good night....
{{The general climbs into bed and we fade away.}}
