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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 8 2005, 05:07 AM (55 Views) | |
| FozzyMc | Jan 8 2005, 05:07 AM Post #1 |
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Toby Bostock stands in front of a door, obviously a locker room. With the cheesiest grin and a nod that says 'watch this' he proceeds to knock on the door of the locker room. After waiting for too long, Toby opens the door a bit and looks inside. With the camera looking over his shoulder we see Fozzy McQueen about to sit down until he spots the ajar door, the camera and the Toby. Fozz - There's a reason there's no name on me door. Rack off, now. Toby turns around, dejected and starts to leave. Fozz - Not you, though. The cameraperson wastes no time and gets inside the locker room, kicking the door shut behind him/her...they also think Toby is annoying. Fozz - Just sit somewhere and don't make much noise....what was I doin'? Robbo - You was gonna say somethin' about your match this week. Fozz - Yeah, but I forget it now. That's right, Robbo's here too...I just didn't mention it before. Wasn't important. Fozz takes a seat on the couch a couple cushions down from Robbo. Fozz - Ya may as well ask me some questions since cameras here and that. How the hell did I get where I am? Robbo - Righto. How bout...okay, start with your match at Rebirth. You indirectly lost when Jim pinned Silent Rage. How's that? Fozz - How's what now? Robbo - Losin' when you didn't really lose. Fozz - Ah, bit of a downer. Cos I really wanted to win that one. But ya get that. If it was just me and Jim I know I woulda had it in the bag. But yeah. Not talkin' bout Jim now, he's not relevant...and he's rubbish. But anyways. Robbo - Do ya reckon there'll be another title match comin' up soon? Fozz - Yeah. Jim's gotta defend it again and it'll be against me or Rage. That's what I reckon. Robbo - Okay, so this week you've been put in a match with Rage, what you reckon? Fozz - I dunno. It's not a number one contenders match or anythin', so I don't get it. Jim should be defendin' his title to one of us, probably me since he hasn't beaten me. Proper. But anyway, why I keep talkin' bout 'im? Silo has issues, he's got somethin' to prove...I seen his pub promo, he wants beer...I mean, he wants the DC...Why'd I say beer? Robbo - Got it on the mind. Fozz - Yeah. I want beer. He wants the DC. I want the DC too, and I'm sure he probably wants beer...but not the point. Point is, this match is gonna be too tough yobbos fightin' cos they want the Crown. That's...basically the reason most people on TNT do what they do, so they can get closer to it. Obviously. And I been in that position fort a fair chunk of the time I been on TNT, which is somethin' other fellas like Jim and Rage work on for their whole careers. My time in FIW has been shorter than most people's time at wrestlin' school. What's that say? Fozz pauses...Robbo just shrugs his shoulders. Fozz - Some say I'm lucky. Some say I'm ungrateful and some say I'm a disgrace... Some say I'm a legend. It doesn't matter what people say, cos the facts are that I fight and I win, and I don't dilly-dally along the way. I've been bright enough to see that people who get hooked up with stuff out of the ring end up bringin' themselves down. Attackin' people backstage, stealin girlfriends...backstabbin'...goin' after people's mates...all that crap, it's just stupid. If ya hate the person you're fightin' so much, either get some bloody therapy or settle it properly in the ring like a person with a brain would. For some reason just cos we're a wrestlers we're allowed to knock each other out and not get charged for it, even if its not in the ring. Bloody stupid...but you'd have to be to fight for a livin', wouldn't ya? Robbo - Uh. I dunno. Fozz shakes his head - Never mind, Frobbs...keep goin'. Robbo - Kay. So...any more words? To say? Now? Fozz - Yeah. Rage, this is our first one-on-one since the very first Dual Crown title match. Which was our first encounter...listen to me, I sound like a wrestler. Bloody oath, what's the go with that? Stuff it...I said everythin' I got to say to you last time, I'll see ya Tuesdy, Silo. Robbo nods - ...Yeah...now get out, cameraperson. As they leave, you can't help but feel sorry for them - used and abused. But they get their revenge...reaching the door, the camera stops, turns around and gets some reality tv type footage of the unknowing ockers. Robbo - I'm sorry, Miss Jackson... I am fo realll... Fozz gets up - Kick of footy? Robbo - Yeah. Lets go. FADE OUT |
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