Post by thewobert on Aug 22, 2007 21:58:02 GMT -6
The scene is dark and gloomy. A cool mist lingers in the air. The dim orange glow of the nearby lamps barely lights the room. It is a quiet, eerie sight until a small rattle begins to echo through the room. It is low at first, but minute after minute, the rattle grows. A small hole in the floor opens up and up pops Buddy Love. He wears a tie-dye Jedi tunic and slacks. His Mardi Gras beads dangle from his neck as he steps off the elevator pad. Buddy carefully takes a few steps as he peers around the room in all direction.
Suddenly, lights begin to flicker on under Buddy’s feet. The lights light up the floor and the few steps in front of Buddy. Buddy carefully walks up the steps to the top of the platform. Atop the platform, Buddy looks around. Slowly at first, loud crisp breathing fills the air. Out from the shadows, a man dressed all in white steps forward. Both men stare at each other intently. The man in white finally breaks the tension as he draws his sword. With a click of a button, a gleaming white blade illuminates from the hilt. The soft buzzing of the lightsaber hums throughout the room. Buddy draws his hilt and turns on his passion purple lightsaber.
“BLASPHEMY!” The man growls and steps completely out of the shadows, showing his Nixon’s like face and rather large nose.
“Pardon?” Buddy says as he holds up his lightsaber.
“Here we go again……… another battle with a delinquent loser.” The man barks.
“And you are?” Buddy asks.
“There you go again…… being an idiot!” The man barks angrily.
“Who are you again?” Buddy ponders.
“For Nixon’s sake………. I’m Darth Zevon you baboon!” Darth Zevon shouts.
“Darth Zevon? Hmmmm……….. And what do I have the pleasure for?” Buddy inquires.
“Well Spiro Agnew! Are you brain dead? What have those wine coolers done to your head Buddy Lovewalker?!” Darth snickers.
“You know my name?” Buddy says in shock.
“Well no duh! I’m going to take Buddy Jr. from you, you waste of talent!” Darth laughs and swings the lightsaber forward.
“Like hell you are! Buddy Jr. is my pride and joy!” Buddy barks back and clashes his lightsaber against Darth’s.
“You don’t deserve to hold that belt! Only a true artist and master of wrestling like myself deserves to hold that title! You are nothing more than a mockery to the wrestling art! You are a disgrace to step into the squared circle.” Darth declares as he pokes Buddy in the eye and pushes him to the ground.
“Darth, I am not a disgrace. I am an entertainer, like my father before me.” Buddy states after picking himself up.
“Yes you are Buddy! You have a mindless following of bums with no brains or respect!” Darth barks as he backs away from Buddy’s lightsaber attacks in his sneaky manner.
“My fans are great people! They want to have fun! And it’s not all about being drunk or being with naked people! It’s about doing something that makes you happy! I love women, I love my wine coolers, but most of all, I love making people smile and laugh!” Buddy declares and clashes his lightsaber against Darth’s.
“Happy? Is that what it is called when you laugh at the utter stupidity you unleash day in and day out?” Darth barks as he kicks Buddy in the balls.
“Grrrrr………….It’s all about giving the people a hell of a time. Have you walked outside? Or have you just been so ignorant in the fantasy world you live that you don’t notice how life sucks!” Buddy barks back, regaining his composure.
“I live in reality Buddy. You live in an alcoholic haze. You send the message that you need to be incapacitated to have a good time.” Darth barks.
“Being happy! That’s the message I send! If you can’t be happy, then what’s the point of living?!” Buddy shouts as he lunges for Darth, swinging his blade wildly.
“I’ll only be happy when I have your title as mine!” Darth growls and knocks Buddy to the ground.
“That’s your problem Darth………. It’s all about you! In this business, it’s about the fans. If you haven’t noticed, life is rough. We live in a world were life can be harsh. People die, go hungry, lose their jobs, and etc. everyday in this country. If I can give someone a smile and for an hour allow someone to forget about how crappy life can be, then my job is done!” Buddy declares as he knocks Darth to the ground and holds the lightsaber to his throat.
“Kill me then, and keep your damn belt!” Darth barks up at Buddy.
“I’m not like that Darth. I’m not as weak as you think. I’m not going to cheat you, or cut corners. I am going come at you, mono to mono. If you do beat me, then you truly are a great in this business. But I’m not going quietly into the night. May the best man win, and may the force be with us.” Buddy says and walks into the shadows.
Suddenly, lights begin to flicker on under Buddy’s feet. The lights light up the floor and the few steps in front of Buddy. Buddy carefully walks up the steps to the top of the platform. Atop the platform, Buddy looks around. Slowly at first, loud crisp breathing fills the air. Out from the shadows, a man dressed all in white steps forward. Both men stare at each other intently. The man in white finally breaks the tension as he draws his sword. With a click of a button, a gleaming white blade illuminates from the hilt. The soft buzzing of the lightsaber hums throughout the room. Buddy draws his hilt and turns on his passion purple lightsaber.
“BLASPHEMY!” The man growls and steps completely out of the shadows, showing his Nixon’s like face and rather large nose.
“Pardon?” Buddy says as he holds up his lightsaber.
“Here we go again……… another battle with a delinquent loser.” The man barks.
“And you are?” Buddy asks.
“There you go again…… being an idiot!” The man barks angrily.
“Who are you again?” Buddy ponders.
“For Nixon’s sake………. I’m Darth Zevon you baboon!” Darth Zevon shouts.
“Darth Zevon? Hmmmm……….. And what do I have the pleasure for?” Buddy inquires.
“Well Spiro Agnew! Are you brain dead? What have those wine coolers done to your head Buddy Lovewalker?!” Darth snickers.
“You know my name?” Buddy says in shock.
“Well no duh! I’m going to take Buddy Jr. from you, you waste of talent!” Darth laughs and swings the lightsaber forward.
“Like hell you are! Buddy Jr. is my pride and joy!” Buddy barks back and clashes his lightsaber against Darth’s.
“You don’t deserve to hold that belt! Only a true artist and master of wrestling like myself deserves to hold that title! You are nothing more than a mockery to the wrestling art! You are a disgrace to step into the squared circle.” Darth declares as he pokes Buddy in the eye and pushes him to the ground.
“Darth, I am not a disgrace. I am an entertainer, like my father before me.” Buddy states after picking himself up.
“Yes you are Buddy! You have a mindless following of bums with no brains or respect!” Darth barks as he backs away from Buddy’s lightsaber attacks in his sneaky manner.
“My fans are great people! They want to have fun! And it’s not all about being drunk or being with naked people! It’s about doing something that makes you happy! I love women, I love my wine coolers, but most of all, I love making people smile and laugh!” Buddy declares and clashes his lightsaber against Darth’s.
“Happy? Is that what it is called when you laugh at the utter stupidity you unleash day in and day out?” Darth barks as he kicks Buddy in the balls.
“Grrrrr………….It’s all about giving the people a hell of a time. Have you walked outside? Or have you just been so ignorant in the fantasy world you live that you don’t notice how life sucks!” Buddy barks back, regaining his composure.
“I live in reality Buddy. You live in an alcoholic haze. You send the message that you need to be incapacitated to have a good time.” Darth barks.
“Being happy! That’s the message I send! If you can’t be happy, then what’s the point of living?!” Buddy shouts as he lunges for Darth, swinging his blade wildly.
“I’ll only be happy when I have your title as mine!” Darth growls and knocks Buddy to the ground.
“That’s your problem Darth………. It’s all about you! In this business, it’s about the fans. If you haven’t noticed, life is rough. We live in a world were life can be harsh. People die, go hungry, lose their jobs, and etc. everyday in this country. If I can give someone a smile and for an hour allow someone to forget about how crappy life can be, then my job is done!” Buddy declares as he knocks Darth to the ground and holds the lightsaber to his throat.
“Kill me then, and keep your damn belt!” Darth barks up at Buddy.
“I’m not like that Darth. I’m not as weak as you think. I’m not going to cheat you, or cut corners. I am going come at you, mono to mono. If you do beat me, then you truly are a great in this business. But I’m not going quietly into the night. May the best man win, and may the force be with us.” Buddy says and walks into the shadows.