Post by Sensation/Monk on Jul 24, 2007 14:57:40 GMT -5
*Kevin is shown still in his hotel room, and now a familiar face to the GWC, Jeremy "I'm Almost" Dunn, has joined him and they are playing video games.*
Kevin: Dude, how's Monk doing since going to Japan?
Dunn: He's doing alright. Won a tag-team title with someone. He's been meaning to thank you for putting in a good word for him over there.
Kevin: Tell him I said not to even worry about it. They love me over there. I miss the death matches over in Japan.
Dunn (notices the "Chrysta" posterboard on the pillow of Kevin's bed): Hey, did you see that Chrysta thing? She called you a mark. Said you were just here to get autographs or something.
Kevin: What? HAHAHA!!! Oh, man. Oh, man. That's cool. That means she's never seen your's truly in action.
Dunn: Yeah, she's all walking around Italy and what-not rambling on about being emotionless, pretending to be gothic or something.
Kevin: Heh heh. I forgot about that whole "emotionless" gimmick. That's cool. That means she won't feel sad when I kick her and Connor's asses and take that Ultimate Title home with me.
Dunn: I don't know. She says she's emotionless but, bro, damn has she figured out a way to whine despite it. Talking about her dad and all. It's like, "My father's seed was found in my mother by her husband," and it gets all passive aggressive.
Kevin (pointing back to the "Chrysta" sign on the pillow): Hey, emotionless or not, doesn't matter. Emotion wasn't what I was looking for, right?
Dunn: Heh, yeah. Dude, how'd you let Cam Connor beat you? He looks like a Backstreet Boy.
Kevin: Yeah, well, won't happen again. In the words of a fellow hardcore icon, "You got all these muthafuckahs runnin' around lookin' like some models wantin' to slap each utha' n' play grab ass? NEW JACK WILL STAB A BITCH!" And so will Kevin Sensation.
Dunn: Hey, man, I'm going to the balcony to grab a smoke, alright? Wanna' come?
Kevin: Sure. Monk know you smoke?
Dunn: He's the one with the X's on his hands, not me. He said to send him an autographed picture of you with that title when you get it so he can sell it at the next show. Nobody there will believe he's tight with you.
Kevin: Tell him it'll be in the mail. Let's go smoke.
*The two stand and leave the room through a door in the back, away from the camera as it fades to black.*
Kevin: Dude, how's Monk doing since going to Japan?
Dunn: He's doing alright. Won a tag-team title with someone. He's been meaning to thank you for putting in a good word for him over there.
Kevin: Tell him I said not to even worry about it. They love me over there. I miss the death matches over in Japan.
Dunn (notices the "Chrysta" posterboard on the pillow of Kevin's bed): Hey, did you see that Chrysta thing? She called you a mark. Said you were just here to get autographs or something.
Kevin: What? HAHAHA!!! Oh, man. Oh, man. That's cool. That means she's never seen your's truly in action.
Dunn: Yeah, she's all walking around Italy and what-not rambling on about being emotionless, pretending to be gothic or something.
Kevin: Heh heh. I forgot about that whole "emotionless" gimmick. That's cool. That means she won't feel sad when I kick her and Connor's asses and take that Ultimate Title home with me.
Dunn: I don't know. She says she's emotionless but, bro, damn has she figured out a way to whine despite it. Talking about her dad and all. It's like, "My father's seed was found in my mother by her husband," and it gets all passive aggressive.
Kevin (pointing back to the "Chrysta" sign on the pillow): Hey, emotionless or not, doesn't matter. Emotion wasn't what I was looking for, right?
Dunn: Heh, yeah. Dude, how'd you let Cam Connor beat you? He looks like a Backstreet Boy.
Kevin: Yeah, well, won't happen again. In the words of a fellow hardcore icon, "You got all these muthafuckahs runnin' around lookin' like some models wantin' to slap each utha' n' play grab ass? NEW JACK WILL STAB A BITCH!" And so will Kevin Sensation.
Dunn: Hey, man, I'm going to the balcony to grab a smoke, alright? Wanna' come?
Kevin: Sure. Monk know you smoke?
Dunn: He's the one with the X's on his hands, not me. He said to send him an autographed picture of you with that title when you get it so he can sell it at the next show. Nobody there will believe he's tight with you.
Kevin: Tell him it'll be in the mail. Let's go smoke.
*The two stand and leave the room through a door in the back, away from the camera as it fades to black.*
