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It is currently: Oct 19, '25, 2:59 pm |
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SEGMENT - Crash Testing...?
Steve Spielman, mic in hand, is running to the parking lot. The camera follows.
Spielman: Come on, come on! I’ve just gotten word that Johnny Briggs is gonna pull a stunt where he could kill himself! I honestly hope he doesn’t, but, either way, this’ll be great television! Come on!
Johnny Briggs (off-screen): Launch the Kamikaze Watermelon!
Fanfare.
Voice: WHEEEEEEE!
Splat.
Steve runs in and sees the remains of a Watermelon splattered on a wall. Not more than 10 feet away, there’s a cannon big enough for a human to fit in. Johnny is standing there with five friends.
Briggs: Stevie! Wassup, man!
Spielman: Uh… what the hell is going on here?
Briggs: Oh, it’s just something me and my buds are doin’ here. We got Jose and Robert manning the cannon, Edgar’s workin’ the remote control life-size Motorcycle, Chris is helping loading the cannon, and Parish the Black Guy’s using his skills of Blackness to help gain funds for the inevitable hospital bills.
The cameras and mics run over to Parish, who is scalping tickets into the arena.
Parish: All right, now just if you get caught, you got these tickets from a fat white guy in a Star Trek shirt. You feelin’ me? Hey, get that camera outta my face!
Parish shoves the camera away.
Spielman: So… why exactly are you doing this?
Edgar: I’d sure as hell like to know.
Briggs: Can it. This is a message to Xhilone. See, I live right around here. I’m back home for the first time since I’ve signed with WCSF, and I’m not even on the damn card? I’ve been anticipating this for a while now, and I told all my friends and family that I’d be making my hometown debut here. You can imagine how disappointed I was when I learned I wasn’t on the card.
Spielman: True… but what does this have to do with any of that?
Briggs: Like I said, this is a message. I want everyone to see how extreme I am. What lengths I’m willing to go to in order to get what I want—no, no—deserve.
Spielman: And what would that be?
Briggs: The Unleashed! Championship.
Spielman: W-w-w-what?
Briggs: Oh, yeah, I’ll start small and win the Cruiserweight championship, maybe a Tag Team title, but eventually everyone knows I’m gonna be at the top of this company.
Chris: And if You’re Not Down With That, We’ve Got—
Jose: Shut up, man! You wanna get sued?
Robert: You shut up, dumbass!
Briggs: Guys, guys, you’re all retarded. Now I’ve noticed something in common about most of the guys in the WCSF. They’re scared, Stevie. Scared of their true potential and scared to get hurt. See, me, I ain’t scared of nothing or nobody. All the Cruiserweights can do so much more but they’re afraid to let it out. So let me show you what I’m gonna do here.
Spielman: O… k…
Briggs: Basically, we’ve been using the Kamikaze Watermelons to test the firing power of this cannon. Basically, Edgar’s gonna start up with the remote control motorcycle. He’s gonna drive it onto the freeway through traffic. Meanwhile, I’m gonna launch myself out of this cannon towards the bike. Now, I don’t have any protective gear on. You know why?
Spielman: Because… you’re not afraid?
Briggs: You learn quickly, young one. Now, if everything goes right, I’m gonna land on the Motorcycle, take control, and go visit my family. But the thing is, nothing ever goes right. Everyone Ready?!
Edgar, Chris, Robert, Jose, and Parish: READY!
Johnny gets in the cannon and starts counting down.
Briggs & Co.: 3! 2! 1! GO!
The camera turns to Steve as the cannon launches. Numerous crashing noises are heard, including cars screeching, metal crashing, and other painful sounds.
Spielman (looking scared to death): OH DEAR LORD!
Briggs: OH S**T! WHERE THE F**K IS MY PANCREAS?!
Parish: SOMEONE PICK UP HIS GODDAMN APPENDIX!
(pause)
Briggs: THAT WAS NUTS!
Segment written by NEDM
Everlong wrote:^LOLOL I was just about to post that one!!
"Can you feel the love tonight?!" MENACING AS FUCK
Drake Bernard: People like you are the reason we have middle fingers, Shut Up you cumguzzlers!!!
The fans respond with loud jeers. Bernard looks at Viazon, an evil gleam appears in Bernard's eyes. The Deadliest Snake slithers and lunges towards the lifeless body of Viazon. The fans continue their jeers.
Drake Bernard: How are you doing, Viaz? Not so good? But It was all your fault. Specifically speaking for past few weeks you were doing nothing more then trying to stir things up between us. You're just like these people, a munging hypocritical manipulative jerk. You were a big reason behind our disunity in the past few weeks but I've got some bad news for ya that, Draven is STILL a very much important part of Trinity.
Str8Shooter wrote:Surprised no one posted "THAT" JLo and PPD promo, where they almost got it on in the most uncomfortable WCSF promo of all time. I'd do it but I'm too lazy to find it
Two's Company
The camera cuts to the back. It shows Joshua Leo Outland in his wrestling attire getting a quick workout. He has an Ipod hooked to his tights and he is sweating profusely. Josh quits punching the heavy bag and steps out into the hallway. Selena Starr is wandering down the hallway on the way to the women's locker room, fussing with her recently-styled hair when she almost bumps into Josh. Josh clicks the pause button on his Ipod and then looks up.
Joshua Leo Outland: Hey, watch where you're walkin' there beautiful.
Selena goes to make an insult but then changes her mind and a calculating smile appears on her face.
Selena: Well, we could debate on who ran into who... but I'd rather discuss something else. I'm actually glad I ran into you. I've been watching you in the ring. Very impressive. I could learn a lot from someone like yourself..." Selena purrs, sliding a finger suggestively up Josh's arm.
Josh's demeanor changes from serious and imposing to flirty as he leans against the wall and looks at her trailing her finger up his arm and smiles.
Joshua Leo Outland: Well, pretty eyes, I'm a former world champ and I took a lazy slob and raised him to be a tag champion. There's a damn lot I can teach someone like yourself.....
Selena: *In a suggestive tone.* Is that right? Well how about I scratch your back and you scratch mine? You show me some of those moves of yours...and I'll help you out any way I can starting with this match of yours tonight...
Josh laughs and scoots close to Selena, immediately rubbing her back sexually.
Joshua Leo Outland: I can think of plenty of things other than your BACK I'd like to get my hands on, my sexy Starrlet. *as his hand trails down to her ass.* Do you want me to teach you new moves in the ring.....or would you like advanced lessons in the sack?" *as he squeezes her ass.*
Selena: Well let's see...we've got some time before our match...so let's start in the sack and move on to other things...later!!
Selena grabs the front of Josh's tights and pulls him back into the locker room. The sound of a door clicking is heard from the inside and then a few bangs and a loud sigh are heard as the camera fades to black.
Everlong wrote:^^![]()
YES
The funny thing is that segment went NOTHING like we booked it. We had booked a simple segment where Selena was looking for a client for managerial services, and picked JLO because he was a rising star or something like that. Then they added in all of this sexual content themselves just assuming that we'd like it or something, I dunno hahaha.
Ohhhh yeah. Good times.
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