Post by angryfan on Nov 12, 2005 23:24:09 GMT -5
Wooooo’s the Boss? (episode 2)
In this episode, Trips and friends prepare to throw a back yard barbecue with their new neighbors, and Trips has a run in with the mailman and a store clerk.
(Scene opens with HHH and Flair standing in the front yard The hammer is leaning against the mailbox.)
HHH: Why isn’t it hear yet? Damn it, I wish this idiot would move faster!
Flair: Wooo?
HHH: Because, I’m waiting on my latest delivery from the Championship of the Month club.
Flair: Wooooo!
HHH: You used to be a member, too? Really? Why don’t you ever get anything delivered from them?
Flair: (sadly) Wooooo.
HHH: Lapsed subscription, huh? That sucks, you should’ve gone with the life-time memberships like I did. (turning to glare at hammer) YOU shut up, the only thing you get ever get in the mail is cruiserweight quarterly.
(The hammer remains silent)
(A large bus with the US Postal Service logo on the side is seen driving up the street. It pulls up and stops in front of the house, and a muscular blonde steps out. The only remarkable thing about him is his uniform seems about two sizes too small.)
Lex: (tossing a pile of mail on the ground at HHH and Flair’s feet0 Why am I even bothering? Can they even afford to pay me for this?
Flair: Wooo!
Lex: Yeah, I COULD hand it to you, but you don’t get it, do you? I’moneofthebiggestlegendsuperstarsinmaildelivery. And can they even give me a decent salary? I don’t knowwwwwwwwwwww!
HHH: (staring at Lex) can I ask you something?
Lex: (turning to glare at HHH) WHAT??
HHH: (taking a step back) uh, why are you wearing a kid’s sized uniform? You look like an idiot.
Lex. BLARRGH! I TOLD them the shirts were to small, but they never listen to me. (Lex throws a few envelopes into the mailbox, slamming the door closed and tipping over the hammer and causing it to fall on his foot) OWWW! Damn it! I’m pissed now!
(Mumbling under his breath, Lex climbs on the bus and drives away.)
HHH: So, uh, Naitch, what’s the plan for today?
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Barbecue? That’s a great idea, I love cooking on the grill. But we need food for that. (HHH runs into the house, followed by Flair, who is dragging the hammer behind him. Once inside, HHH grabs the phone and hits speed dial number 2).
Receptonist: WWE creative department, Hardcore speaking.
HHH: Bob, is that you?
Hardcore: Yeah, who’s the hell wants to know?
HHH: Relax man, it’s Hunter, is my wife around there anywhere?
Hardcore: Oh, hey, sorry, it’s been a rough day here. We got this new kid in the secretarial pool and you know I always have to break in the new people. I need a vacation, man.
HHH: Uh, yeah, I hear ya. So, is she there?
Hardcore: Let me check, I’m going to put you on hold.
HHH: Yeah, fine.
(The line clicks and the sound of annoying muzak is heard. In this case, it happens to be a loop of Steve McMicheal’s WCW theme music)
HHH: God, being on hold sucks. Listen to this crap, Naitch. (He hits the speaker phone button, allowing Flair to hear the music.)
Flair: (with a look of sheer pain on his face) Wooooo.
HHH: What do you mean it could be worse? This is terrible.
Flair: Woooo.
HHH: Oh, right, Paul Roma…ok, you win. (glancing at the hammer which now lays on the couch) What? Do you even listen to yourself anymore? No Roma wasn’t better? OK, some ways he was, but come on, why are we even arguing about this? God, I don’t even know why I bother sometimes.
(The music stops and Hardcore Holly comes back on the line)
Hardcore: Hunter?
HHH: Yeah? Is she there?
Hardcore: Yeah, I’ll transfer you.
(There is a series of clicks and then Steph answers. In the background, the sound of various voices as well as what appears to be children’s music can be heard)
Steph: Creative department.
HHH: Hi honey, it’s me. Hey, we’re thinking maybe we could have a barbecue tonight, does that sound like a good idea?
Steph: (distractedly) Yeah, great idea.
Voice in the background: Dude, quit hogging the vodka, you’re going t drink it all, and we need some..
Second Voice: Shut up, I just got it, and I’m the creative mastermind here, ok? Just chill and listen to the music..
First voice: C’mon, Gerwitz, I need some of that, I don’t know how much more Dora the freaking Explorer I can handle. Why is this on?
Gerwitz: Don’t look at me, it’s that lady form nickelodeon, she says that’s how she rolls.
HHH: What’s going on there?
Steph: What? Oh, uh, creative brainstorming session. Listen, if you want to have a barbecue that’s fine, there’s money in the jar. Take what you need and go to the store.
HHH: Sure thing, see you later. (he hangs up the phone and turns to Flair and the hammer) Well, the barbecue is on.
Flair: Wooooo!
HHH: Yeah we can have ribs. I love ribs…well, as long as no one tries to put one on me, I like them.
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Man, don’t do that, I don’t need to hear about what you and Arn did to Dusty 20 years ago, I really don’t.
Flair: Wooooo!
(The trio walk to the corner to a small grocery store, entering through the brightly lit front doors. As the enter, a series of bells goes off, playing a somehow familiar yet foreign tune. Two men stand behind the counter. Both dressed in nice suits. One has an Italian flag draped around his shoulders).
HHH: Yeah, do you guys sell steaks and other barbecue supplies.
Hassan: Of course we do, sir, right in back.
Davari: (yells something in Farsi) If I can be of any assistance, don’t hesitate to let me know.
(The trio makes their way to the back of the store, finding a number of large men in ski masks busily rummaging on shelves)
Flair: Woooooo!
Hassan: (yelling from the front counter) They’re STOCK BOYS, that’s all. The ski masks are part of their uniform. Stock boys, nothing more.
(HHH sets the hammer down and it promptly falls, knocking over a display of of the employees is tirelessly working on).
Masked stock clerk: BLARRRRRRRG! (he pulls a wire from his pocket and begins trying to strangle the hammer until Hassan sprints to the back of the store and quietly reassures him in Italian).
Stock boy: (in heavy Brooklyn accent) I know, it was a accident, enchanted personitaboudit, ok?
HHH:….uh, sure, yeah, whatever.
(They make their way to the front of the store, carrying armloads of steaks and other essentials).
HHH: Naitch, pay the man.
Flair: Wooooooo!
(Flair leans over the counter, and slams his head in the cash register drawer, instantly juicing. Quickly the drawer begins to fill).
Davari: ALIYALAAAAYAAAAAAAAA!
Hassan: What the HELL are you doing?
HHH: It’s how we pay bills, ok? Blood, sweat, and tears, the only way to pay dues.
(The two men just stare blankly).
HHH: Whatever, let’s get out of here.
(The three of them make their way home to prepare for the festivities)
Coming soon, part two of this episode, when we’ll meet the wacky trio that lives next door. Charlie, his wife Jackie, and, well, Rico. Also a special guest appearance by Sabu as he, um, “crashes” the party.
In this episode, Trips and friends prepare to throw a back yard barbecue with their new neighbors, and Trips has a run in with the mailman and a store clerk.
(Scene opens with HHH and Flair standing in the front yard The hammer is leaning against the mailbox.)
HHH: Why isn’t it hear yet? Damn it, I wish this idiot would move faster!
Flair: Wooo?
HHH: Because, I’m waiting on my latest delivery from the Championship of the Month club.
Flair: Wooooo!
HHH: You used to be a member, too? Really? Why don’t you ever get anything delivered from them?
Flair: (sadly) Wooooo.
HHH: Lapsed subscription, huh? That sucks, you should’ve gone with the life-time memberships like I did. (turning to glare at hammer) YOU shut up, the only thing you get ever get in the mail is cruiserweight quarterly.
(The hammer remains silent)
(A large bus with the US Postal Service logo on the side is seen driving up the street. It pulls up and stops in front of the house, and a muscular blonde steps out. The only remarkable thing about him is his uniform seems about two sizes too small.)
Lex: (tossing a pile of mail on the ground at HHH and Flair’s feet0 Why am I even bothering? Can they even afford to pay me for this?
Flair: Wooo!
Lex: Yeah, I COULD hand it to you, but you don’t get it, do you? I’moneofthebiggestlegendsuperstarsinmaildelivery. And can they even give me a decent salary? I don’t knowwwwwwwwwwww!
HHH: (staring at Lex) can I ask you something?
Lex: (turning to glare at HHH) WHAT??
HHH: (taking a step back) uh, why are you wearing a kid’s sized uniform? You look like an idiot.
Lex. BLARRGH! I TOLD them the shirts were to small, but they never listen to me. (Lex throws a few envelopes into the mailbox, slamming the door closed and tipping over the hammer and causing it to fall on his foot) OWWW! Damn it! I’m pissed now!
(Mumbling under his breath, Lex climbs on the bus and drives away.)
HHH: So, uh, Naitch, what’s the plan for today?
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Barbecue? That’s a great idea, I love cooking on the grill. But we need food for that. (HHH runs into the house, followed by Flair, who is dragging the hammer behind him. Once inside, HHH grabs the phone and hits speed dial number 2).
Receptonist: WWE creative department, Hardcore speaking.
HHH: Bob, is that you?
Hardcore: Yeah, who’s the hell wants to know?
HHH: Relax man, it’s Hunter, is my wife around there anywhere?
Hardcore: Oh, hey, sorry, it’s been a rough day here. We got this new kid in the secretarial pool and you know I always have to break in the new people. I need a vacation, man.
HHH: Uh, yeah, I hear ya. So, is she there?
Hardcore: Let me check, I’m going to put you on hold.
HHH: Yeah, fine.
(The line clicks and the sound of annoying muzak is heard. In this case, it happens to be a loop of Steve McMicheal’s WCW theme music)
HHH: God, being on hold sucks. Listen to this crap, Naitch. (He hits the speaker phone button, allowing Flair to hear the music.)
Flair: (with a look of sheer pain on his face) Wooooo.
HHH: What do you mean it could be worse? This is terrible.
Flair: Woooo.
HHH: Oh, right, Paul Roma…ok, you win. (glancing at the hammer which now lays on the couch) What? Do you even listen to yourself anymore? No Roma wasn’t better? OK, some ways he was, but come on, why are we even arguing about this? God, I don’t even know why I bother sometimes.
(The music stops and Hardcore Holly comes back on the line)
Hardcore: Hunter?
HHH: Yeah? Is she there?
Hardcore: Yeah, I’ll transfer you.
(There is a series of clicks and then Steph answers. In the background, the sound of various voices as well as what appears to be children’s music can be heard)
Steph: Creative department.
HHH: Hi honey, it’s me. Hey, we’re thinking maybe we could have a barbecue tonight, does that sound like a good idea?
Steph: (distractedly) Yeah, great idea.
Voice in the background: Dude, quit hogging the vodka, you’re going t drink it all, and we need some..
Second Voice: Shut up, I just got it, and I’m the creative mastermind here, ok? Just chill and listen to the music..
First voice: C’mon, Gerwitz, I need some of that, I don’t know how much more Dora the freaking Explorer I can handle. Why is this on?
Gerwitz: Don’t look at me, it’s that lady form nickelodeon, she says that’s how she rolls.
HHH: What’s going on there?
Steph: What? Oh, uh, creative brainstorming session. Listen, if you want to have a barbecue that’s fine, there’s money in the jar. Take what you need and go to the store.
HHH: Sure thing, see you later. (he hangs up the phone and turns to Flair and the hammer) Well, the barbecue is on.
Flair: Wooooo!
HHH: Yeah we can have ribs. I love ribs…well, as long as no one tries to put one on me, I like them.
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Man, don’t do that, I don’t need to hear about what you and Arn did to Dusty 20 years ago, I really don’t.
Flair: Wooooo!
(The trio walk to the corner to a small grocery store, entering through the brightly lit front doors. As the enter, a series of bells goes off, playing a somehow familiar yet foreign tune. Two men stand behind the counter. Both dressed in nice suits. One has an Italian flag draped around his shoulders).
HHH: Yeah, do you guys sell steaks and other barbecue supplies.
Hassan: Of course we do, sir, right in back.
Davari: (yells something in Farsi) If I can be of any assistance, don’t hesitate to let me know.
(The trio makes their way to the back of the store, finding a number of large men in ski masks busily rummaging on shelves)
Flair: Woooooo!
Hassan: (yelling from the front counter) They’re STOCK BOYS, that’s all. The ski masks are part of their uniform. Stock boys, nothing more.
(HHH sets the hammer down and it promptly falls, knocking over a display of of the employees is tirelessly working on).
Masked stock clerk: BLARRRRRRRG! (he pulls a wire from his pocket and begins trying to strangle the hammer until Hassan sprints to the back of the store and quietly reassures him in Italian).
Stock boy: (in heavy Brooklyn accent) I know, it was a accident, enchanted personitaboudit, ok?
HHH:….uh, sure, yeah, whatever.
(They make their way to the front of the store, carrying armloads of steaks and other essentials).
HHH: Naitch, pay the man.
Flair: Wooooooo!
(Flair leans over the counter, and slams his head in the cash register drawer, instantly juicing. Quickly the drawer begins to fill).
Davari: ALIYALAAAAYAAAAAAAAA!
Hassan: What the HELL are you doing?
HHH: It’s how we pay bills, ok? Blood, sweat, and tears, the only way to pay dues.
(The two men just stare blankly).
HHH: Whatever, let’s get out of here.
(The three of them make their way home to prepare for the festivities)
Coming soon, part two of this episode, when we’ll meet the wacky trio that lives next door. Charlie, his wife Jackie, and, well, Rico. Also a special guest appearance by Sabu as he, um, “crashes” the party.
