|
|
|
Paper, rocks, scissors....
|
High Class
|
"One, two, three...SHOOT!"
"Yes!"
"One, two, three...SHOOT!"
"Damn, one all..."
{Author and Eugene of High Class stand face to face, with a confident smirk on their face. Author, decked out in khakis and a polo shirt, and Eugene, wearing slacks and a V-neck sweater vest, get the "go-ahead" from the camera man, as they begin...}
EUGENE:"Ah...Our match ever, this past Monday on Shockwave. Can you say impressive? Can you say dominant? Can you say...HIGH CLASS?"
AUTHOR:"Now, for all of those uneducated knumbskulls, WE ARE HIGH CLASS! In our debut, many questioned our crudentials. Many questioned are talents, but well boys and girls, we picked a part our opponents like a prosecuter picks a part a key witness. Now honestly, I didn't think it would be this easy, and how are we rewarded? Well apparently, Mr. Knight didn't learn his lesson. Now Mr. Knight, please don't insult us. Save your petty insults for someone who, well, cares..."
EUGENE:"Now, Too Cold Stythe? Too gay? Too dumb? The fact of the matter is, we're unstoppable...We are the greatest damn tag team to step foot in this federation-"
CAMERA MAN:"You're the only tag team..."
EUGENE:"Shut up! Now as I was saying...This Thursday, Triple threat match-Shmuck #1, shmuck #2, and well-one of us? Who will it be? Author or myself? Should we do paper,rocks,scissors? Flip a coin? HAHAHA! You want to know which one you're facing? PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE...."
AUTHOR:"THE WORD ON WALL STREET...IS THAT HIGH CLASS...IS THE TEAM TO BEAT! High Class has left the building!
*scene fades* |
|