Post by silentfire on Apr 18, 2007 18:35:30 GMT -6
*We open to a back stage room where Guy Haight, Jack's manager, is pacing angrily back and forth talking on a cell phone while Jack himself is spinning round and round in an office computer chair*
Guy: (on the cell)What do you mean the he's not in town yet?
Jack: Did you know that if you spin real fast and stare at something at the ceiling that you feel like you're spinning real fast?
*Guy waits a couple moments, listening to person on the other line*
Guy: What? He broke down? When was the last time anybody heard from him? *pause* Oh for christ's sake! (Ooooh you cussed. :Jack) Alright, so then he's on his way? Good good. Alright. Yeah. Keep me posted.
*Guy flips closed his cell phone and turns to face Jack*
Guy: Alright, it seems your partner in the next match hasn't even been in town yet. Apparantly he's been stranded somewhere and only just not got any help. ... Jack?
*Jack was seen spinning faster and faster until he suddenly fell off his chair, his eyes fixed (kinda) on Guy's face.*
Jack: Woah... that's cool. Your face is all wavy and stuff.
Guy: Jack, did you hear me?
Jack: *he waves his hand dismissively to Guy, sets the chair up right and sits squarely in it* Yeah, yeah. I heard you. But ya know what? I can't wait for my next fight in the power ball match.
Guy: That's Lethal "Lottery" Match and you're not in it anymore. Remember? You lost the fight with Victor Bloodmoon?
Jack: Yeah I know! That guy was huge! Can't wait to fight him in the next round.
Guy: Jack. You lost. You're out of Lethal Lottery. You're not wrestling him in the next round.
Jack: *he stops spinning and looks at Guy, dead serious* What?
Guy: You... lost... therefore you are no longer wrestling the Lethal Lottery Match. Your next match is with David Hilt against these guys by the name of Orge and Phillip.
Jack: I'm not wrestling Victor?
Guy: No...
Jack: Oh... Well... that sucks.
Guy: Yeah... In anycase it seems you're not really prepared for your next match. Do you know ANYthing about your opponents?
Jack: Who?
Guy: Orge and and Philip.
Jack:Or-who-now?
Guy: Orge.
Jack: Gay?
Guy: OrGE
Jack:... Oh. All fishermen are the same.
Guy: What? What the hell are you talkin about?
Jack: (Jack starts to do a slow spin) Have you ever noticed that in every boat movie or water movie that the fishermen are the same grungie, unshaven, dirty old guy?
Guy: Jack, your match is coming up. Why the hell can't you focus for one f**king second?!
Jack: Peanut butter is good with bananas.
Guy: I hope to god that David gets here soon. Cut the take. NOW.
*Fade to black*
Guy: (on the cell)What do you mean the he's not in town yet?
Jack: Did you know that if you spin real fast and stare at something at the ceiling that you feel like you're spinning real fast?
*Guy waits a couple moments, listening to person on the other line*
Guy: What? He broke down? When was the last time anybody heard from him? *pause* Oh for christ's sake! (Ooooh you cussed. :Jack) Alright, so then he's on his way? Good good. Alright. Yeah. Keep me posted.
*Guy flips closed his cell phone and turns to face Jack*
Guy: Alright, it seems your partner in the next match hasn't even been in town yet. Apparantly he's been stranded somewhere and only just not got any help. ... Jack?
*Jack was seen spinning faster and faster until he suddenly fell off his chair, his eyes fixed (kinda) on Guy's face.*
Jack: Woah... that's cool. Your face is all wavy and stuff.
Guy: Jack, did you hear me?
Jack: *he waves his hand dismissively to Guy, sets the chair up right and sits squarely in it* Yeah, yeah. I heard you. But ya know what? I can't wait for my next fight in the power ball match.
Guy: That's Lethal "Lottery" Match and you're not in it anymore. Remember? You lost the fight with Victor Bloodmoon?
Jack: Yeah I know! That guy was huge! Can't wait to fight him in the next round.
Guy: Jack. You lost. You're out of Lethal Lottery. You're not wrestling him in the next round.
Jack: *he stops spinning and looks at Guy, dead serious* What?
Guy: You... lost... therefore you are no longer wrestling the Lethal Lottery Match. Your next match is with David Hilt against these guys by the name of Orge and Phillip.
Jack: I'm not wrestling Victor?
Guy: No...
Jack: Oh... Well... that sucks.
Guy: Yeah... In anycase it seems you're not really prepared for your next match. Do you know ANYthing about your opponents?
Jack: Who?
Guy: Orge and and Philip.
Jack:Or-who-now?
Guy: Orge.
Jack: Gay?
Guy: OrGE
Jack:... Oh. All fishermen are the same.
Guy: What? What the hell are you talkin about?
Jack: (Jack starts to do a slow spin) Have you ever noticed that in every boat movie or water movie that the fishermen are the same grungie, unshaven, dirty old guy?
Guy: Jack, your match is coming up. Why the hell can't you focus for one f**king second?!
Jack: Peanut butter is good with bananas.
Guy: I hope to god that David gets here soon. Cut the take. NOW.
*Fade to black*