THE REMOTE OF DOOM! Part 2
(THE FOLLOWING IS POSSIBLE DUE TO THE COOPERATION AND CONSENT OF THE OPPOSING HANDLER. THANK YOU!)
Nick: It’s counting down! It’s loading!
(The fuzzy t.v. screen clears and focuses on an attractive brunette.)
Nick: Who’s that woman, Dad?
“The Great”: Shhhhh. Maybe it’s illegal scat porn.
“The Great”: Nothing, Nick. The Great just understands from another thread that saying “scat” is good for the Brawler’s on a Budget advertising campaign.
Nick: I don’t get it.
Little Johnny: You probably never will. Now quiet, children. This technology is fascinating to say the least.
Angelina X: Hello gentlemen. Stupendous Steven Hawking, the most intelligent wrestler in BOB history and the most exciting on four wheels, has interrupted your regular viewing by tapping into your satellite service so I can bring you this message. The Great, this is directed at you. I have an offer for you. An offer you certainly cannot resist.
Little Johnny: Ahh, love is in the air. She’s going to give you a shot of leg, old man.
“The Great”: No way. The Great does not stray. And The Great does not think that’s her agenda.
Little Johnny: Her man is the ultimate Intellectual Vegetable. Nerd-like boring and limp as a biscuit. Of course she’s starved for some Horizontal Mombo.
Nick: Biscuits ain’t vegetables! Dad! Is Johnny talking about sex?
“The Great”: No, son. And The Great is not interested. The Great is married.
Little Johhny: Please, Father. I recently read some where that married men were the worst cheaters.
“The Great”: Touche.
Little Johnny: Pardon? Did you just call me a douche?
“The Great”: Ummm. No. The Great said “two shay”.
Little Johnny: Touché. How difficult was that?
Angelina X: Are you guys finished? I haven’t got all day.
“The Great”: The Great is sorry. What is the offer? The Great is curious. Nick, go to your room just in case this gets R rated.
Nick: Aw man! I’m telling mom!
Angelina X: It’s not about sex. Nick can stay.
Little Johnny: Damn.
“The Great”: Johhny, watch your language. What is this offer you have for The Great? But The Great should warn you, The Great doesn’t take bribes.
Angelina X: Can you stop that? That third person thing is really annoying. I didn’t like it when The Rock was doing it either, and you’re no Rock.
Little Johnny: Ha! She called him The Rack.
Angelina X: So my voice translation isn’t perfect. I lied earlier, my voice was lost due to the cockroach skin tag on my shoulder. It was a form of cancer that spread to my larynx. Anyway, let’s get down to business. You can give us something we need, and I can give you something you need. If you can guarantee a victory for Steven Hawking at implosion eleven, by whatever means you desire to lose the match, I’ll cook you the largest Thanksgiving dinner you’ve ever seen. Fit for a king, and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.
(The camera zooms in on The Great. His eyes are glassy and he’s noticeably salivating.)
Nick: Don’t do it, Dad! You need to win!
Angelina X: Steven Hawking has published several books and he’s rich. I think he can spare the funds for a new ex box three sixty and halo three as well.
(Nick is now having an euphoric seizure on the floor.)
Little Johnny: This is perposterous. I don’t think—-
Angelina X: I’m sure Steven can score some plutonium also. He has the contacts to get it done.
(Little Johnny faints, curls up into fetal position and starts sucking his thumb.)
Angelina X: I’m confident you’ll make the right choice. It was great doing business with you, The Great. See you later, hugs and kisses.