HUP and Scott Carr vs Unlikely Alliance

[Nicholas Scratch]

Next Crash TV is Monday February 22nd RP limit is 2 and deadline is midnight central time Sunday February 21st

Tag Team Tables Match
Scott Carr and HUP vs. Default and Chosen One

[jdog]

Chosen 1

(The scene opens inside Chosen One's house while training with his punching bag matching his words with his punches)

Chosen One: Another........Fucking........Draw............Mother.........Fucking.........Son.........Of.......A.....Bitch!

(With the last word he punches a hole in it and sand comes pouring out)

Chosen One: I came to this company to win not to be screwed every single week.

(Chosen One picks up the punching bag and hurls it across the room toward the door. Default, who had just walked in ducks out of the way)

Default: Man you got to stop taking your anger out on the equipment and use it in your matches.

Chosen One: You know your right......for once. So whats up?

Default: They got us going up against Carr and HUP in a tables match.

Chosen One: A tables match? The management must want these guys out of here. I mean I'd give them about a ninety percent chance that their careers will end in that ring and if the tables themselves are not enough I have a great idea.

(Chosen One begins to smile evilly and gets up to leave)

Default:(As Chosen One walks out the door) What is it Chosen...........Chosen! Ah here goes!

(The scene fades as Default runs out the door after Chosen One)

(The scene reopens and we see Chosen One walking down the sidewalk, Default nowhere in sight)

Chosen One: Here we go!

(Chosen One stops a walks into a Mace Hardware Store. He walks until he finds exactly what he's looking for, Tables and Barbed wire. He grabs two tables an two spools of barbed wire and walks toward the counter)

Checker: Whats with all the barbed wire, you trying to keeps something out?

Chosen One: None of your business!

(The checker quickly finishes checking Chosen. As Chosen One walks outside an interviewer calls out)

Interviewer: Chosen One!

Chosen One: How the hell did these guys find me?

Interviewer:(After closing in on Chosen One) We have some....

Chosen One: Don't bother! Just sit there and listen. Carr I want you to know that I did not help Default because he's my buddy, I did it because I don't like you. Yeah I may not know much about you, but I can tell a worthless exscuse for a wrestler when I see one. You may have won some titles but that was in the past your washed up. You need go back to whatever retirement home you came out of. And Hup, you coward, you could have started the match in the ring face to face like a man,but instead you rush me from behind. As for the way our match ended, you got lucky I would have won and you know it. This time though there will be no draw. We will leave both of your bodies near lifeless in that ring, unless you both do the smart thing and not show up. It's your choice! Though I hope you do show up otherwise I just wasted my money.

(Chosen One looks down at the tables and barbed wire and begins to laugh maniacally)

Chosen One: Now get out of my way!

(Chosen One pushes through the interviewer and carmera man as the scene fades)

[HUP]

Scene opens with HUp sat down in a rather luxurious looking living room, clearly not the type of place hup is used to be and ofcourse you can tell Hup is not entirely comfortable, he's playing with his mobile phone in his hand, anxious but his care free attitude leads him to a wall plastered with posters of greats WWE, WCW, PWR, PWF all the lot. He glares into the pictures his eyes burning into one particular photo, that of the road warriors, he takes two steps to the right and sees dudles boys, hardyz and gets lost in his world. He is startled when his phone rings. We hear tyhe voice on the other line.

Voice: HUP!

Hup: yes mate thats me! What do you want, and what the hell am I doing here?

Voice: so seen the card for this week?

Hup: Yes mate, what do you take me for a mug? First thing I did when i came into conciseness after my match...

Voice: So what do you think...

Hup: i work alone...

Voice: Thought you'd say something along those lines...

Hup: At the end of the day i went into that ring because i wanted to soften up my opponent...he was damn close getting punked

hip Urb Punk is Interrupted.

Voice: OR or or...you saw something and followed your instincts, you saw something that's bad, something wrong, something that is destroying this industry, wrestlers with no Loyal, no honour, don't lie to me kid and don't lie to yourself, you've got heart and you wear your heart on your sleeve, thats why you ran down the ring during that match.

Hup: So what's your point mate, what's all this chat leading up to?

Voice: have you really given this match some thought, it's all good saying you work alone but a tag match is a whole different ball game you know this right...

Hup: Yeah well i thought about that and, I'm good with weapons so the tables can be my partner, standard...no bollocks?!

Voice: ha ha ha! never got that English dry sense of humour but that was pretty funny,

Hup: Have you called to insult me or is there more to this...

Voice: why are you there right now Hup, huh

Hup: i wanted to know there was trust and so i took the first step.

Voice: Correct answer and because you have taken the first step i will take the second. This kid is different ball game, you kid think the match is at evens, any one can take it. Chosen is hardcore so are you, his partner more a wrestler and that's where I come in play.

at this point he realizes who he is talking to, it's Scott Carr his tag partner for the night.

Carr: see with my experience in ring ability and history and your hardcore, carefree extreme attitude there is no way they will beat us.

Hup: Your bloody right mate,

Carr: Only if we work as a team!

Hup: Yes Those sorry bastards have no idea who they are up against, Chosen has the nerve to say i jumped him from behind, well he is going to have to always watch his back, the fact of the matter is it is a known thing, they know they can not beat us face to face, thus the anger and the interruptions and the punching and destroying bags....

Carr: C'mon!!??

Hup: maybe should try punching something that will punch back...then we'll see if he is as tough a bastard as he says he is ey?

carr: Ha ha ha...Kid you're gonna be alright!

Hup: It's gonna get messy and with tables and a decorated tag partner like your self they are garan-damn-teed to get PUNKED!

Car...Mmmm! So what I want you to do is, meet me.

Scene fades,

[scottcarr]

Scott Carr and HUP vs.
Default and Chosen One

The scene opens simply enough inside Scott Carr's dressing room. A cloud of unknown smoke billows up from the ember hanging in the darkness at the tip of something resting between the tip of his thumb and index finger. The room is barely lit, there is no television on, no excess light except that caused as he brings the smoldering item to his lips and inhaling off of it deeply. Carr holds his haul, savouring it, enjoying it, letting it embrace him before he exhales through his nose, like a bull two streams come out of his nostrils and roll across the room increasing the haze. Carr's eyes are cold, emotionless and seemingly dead of all human compassion.

Carr: Default... JDog... Default... JDog... Default... JDog... Default... JDog... Default... JDog... Default... JDog... DEFAULT! JDOG! Both you little jaw jacking jerk offs fertilized for miles around with all that BULLSHIT you two were spewing! You both seem to have gotten it in your pretty little heads that Scott Carr is some kind of push over... you've both let yourselves believe I, like your mothers, go down easy? OH HELL NO! You two are wrong... and after the event ends - YOU'LL BE DEAD WRONG! It doesn't matter what anyone else says... if I can't pin one of you two little skinny PRATS - I'll leave this company.

See you boys talk pretty impressive, but JDog, you're an Ass... and Default, you're a Cock. Me? I'm a big badass motherfucking lion, prowling through PWR... just because I've chosen a better time to pounce... you two don't seem very capable or understanding it. So maybe if I simplify? Perhaps the Aesop Fable of The Ass, the Cock, and the Lion?

An Ass and a Cock were in a straw-yard together when a Lion, desperate from hunger, approached the spot. He was about to spring upon the Ass, when the Cock to the sound of whose voice the Lion, it is said, has a singular aversion - crowed loudly, and the Lion fled away as fast as he could. The Ass, observing his trepidation at the mere crowing of a Cock summoned courage to attack him, and galloped after him for that purpose. He had run no long distance, when the Lion, turning about, seized him and tore him to pieces. The moral of the story... False confidence often leads into danger.

JDog, you're an Ass following a misguided Cock into a fight against This Lion! Think on that... formulate a fucking escape plan... think of a way to get the fuck out.... because you'll have me lay hands upon you and any alliance you and your unlikely bed fellow have, won't be worth the screaming voice of Self-Preservation that beckons you to abandon that mouthy little twit at your side! What I have above each of you... is time... experience...

There are few things in life as painful and healing as Time... My head is aching, after last week - I took the time to enjoy a severe, motherfucking ball tripping, headshrinker of a bender. I can't bare to relive it again, the image was too surreal, too horrific to recall without my welling up and wondering... why... I mean it all just makes me wonder why the fuck I bother to wake up in the morning. I've seen so much suffering and loss... so many good people who did nothing more sinful than improve my quality of life, have been ripped away from me unfairly. I am not the victim, nor do I intend to sound as if I am - no... I ask not for your pity, though my very presence will command fear! My life's tragedies have been equally as horrific as they have been plentiful... the stress and emotional strain would crack most - but it just tempers me, further hardening me beyond the laborious abrasions of my so-called peers and the corrosive culture that's become the "sport" of wrestling. When all you little fucks tucked yourselves in last night, I was on the highway traveling along the 401 and onto the I95... seven and a half hours alone; the rumbling, repetitive explosions - muffled by the block and headers of my engine. The operating temperature rising like my unease... I've had probably been living it up the best I could these last couple of years, so far as enjoyment goes I don't really embrace a lot... it's hard to face some facts when the darkness you live in fades into black. I am an addict - I am addicted to misery, and when I begin to feel my own wane - I inflict misery upon others... and lord help me... I wouldn't have it any other way...

They don't know, I am no shooting star... I've been at this far too long to fall into that cliche anymore... so I guess... I am Serious A Talent! I'm the biggest and brightest embodiment of furious passion... and in my vast, vile radiance - I'll you two burn... I'll you all burn... I'll watch that entire fucking city burn and continue to catch the world, until it's all been charred and left asunder! I alone will stand in the remains... my body doused in ash, with two empty cans of gas filling my hands! It's hard at times to wonder if I can save my heart... and at that - it's probably strange that I wonder too; is it worth it? But... It's not just make believe when life makes me take a seat, puts amphetamines in the air and makes me breathe. I'm so much more use to my Tetrahydrocannabinol So come on down to PWR and grab your children, look out for burning buildings, and this villain who'll pillage, killing by the millions! In the cancerous colon of a dying dynasty where billions of people die for a lost cause, and like The Unlikely Alliance, pray for and expect so much from a nation destroyed under God. It's the end of the world... All my battles have been won but my war has just begun. I'll rage against my misery until the skies bleed napalm and this fucking skyline motherfucking crashes. All the hopes of my youth have been deemed fucking insane. They say... Take the pill, in God we trust, Go and kill, God loves us. As in life, as in death, I just find myself Breathing until there is no Breath. I will not die in the night but in the light of my own ever growing sun, With the ashes of this world in my lungs, the particulate toxins of everything burned coursing through my veins... The Unlikely Alliance had all better grab their saints and pray that my heated fury will burn this world today! It's the end of the world for them... As in Heaven, as on Earth, we've all been dying since our birth. Until my fleeting seconds I'll flood the streets with corpses I'll watch the city fucking bleed And bring the world to its knees!

With or without HUP... with or without the rest of PWR... I HAVE SOMETHING TO PROVE! I AM NOT SATISFIED WITH THE DEPTH OF THE SCAR I'VE LEFT UPON MAKING MY MARK ON THIS INDUSTRY! I have so much more I can do... and I know I say that others "have no idea" - but... I fear... neither... do I. All I know... is I want to take my Aim at Fame... no matter who it costs, however much of what.

Carr leans over and turns on a near by television - flickering the life it shows us a frozen image of Scott Carr in a ring awaiting a match up.

Carr- I remember it so clearly... it was "Team Charisma" - Crimson Lightening and Paul Burchill Versus "DBR" Scott Carr in a Handicap Ambulance Match, World Tag-Team Championship. Ambulance matches are fun, and with me... it's a much more efficient and cost effective match for VWF to have. There I was... we'd made our way to the ring and I stood across from Crimson Lightening and his tag partner Paul Burchill... I knew nothing like fear - I only knew my own anger... my hatred and my determination to get the VWF World Title Around My Waist! The fans were really starting to notice me at this point - the roster had been rattled since day one though...

The scene on the television and it finally changes and we open inside a match - The bell rings, and Crimson and Burchill charge at Carr at the same time. They hit a double clothesline, sending him over the top rope to the outside. Scott Carr lands on his feet. Burchill attempts a springboard plancha, but Scott Carr catches him and throws him through the Spanish Announcer's Table. Crimson stops as Scott Carr gets back in the ring. Crimson looks over, seeing Burchill down on the outside in the middle of the broken table, then looks over at Scott Carr. Scott Carr and Crimson lock up, and Crimson gets the upper hand. Crimson locks in a headlock, but Scott Carr shoves Crimson into the ropes. Scott Carr goes for a clothesline, but Crimson ducks and goes to the ropes. Scott Carr turns around to duck a clothesline from Crimson and hits a falling neckbreaker. Scott Carr covers. The ref counts 1.. kickout! Scott Carr picks Crimson up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Scott Carr takes a running start, but Crimson gets the boot up, catching Scott Carr in the chin. Scott Carr staggers back, and Crimson hops to the top rope. Crimson jumps off, hitting a flying shoulder block on Scott Carr, taking him off his feet. Crimson picks Scott Carr up and shoots him into the ropes, following with a running knee to the midsection. Crimson tries to shoot Scott Carr again, but Scott Carr counters and shoots Crimson into the ropes instead. Scott Carr follows with a big clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the outside. Scott Carr and Crimson both get to their feet, and exchange blows. Scott Carr kicks Crimson to the midsection and hits a DDT, then grabs a chair. Scott Carr tosses the chair in the ring, then rolls Crimson in the ring right after it. Scott Carr picks Crimson up and hits a scoop slam on Crimson onto the chair, then goes to the ropes. Scott Carr hits a running elbow drop. Scott Carr picks Crimson up. Scott Carr chops Crimson to the chest and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Scott Carr chops Crimson in the chest again, and the crowd gives a "Woo!" Scott Carr chops Crimson a third time, getting another "Woo!" from the crowd. Crimson hits a big forearm to Scott Carr's head and tosses him in the turnbuckle. Crimson hits an overhand chop to Scott Carr's chest, getting a "Woo!" of his own. Crimson grabs Scott Carr and hits a headlock takedown, then hits a soccer kick to Scott Carr's back. Crimson takes a moment and goes to the turnbuckle. Scott Carr gets to his feet, holding his back. Crimson jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a flying lariat to Scott Carr's back, knocking him face-first into the mat. Crimson goes to work stomping on Scott Carr's back. The ref tells him to break it up. Crimson glares at the ref and picks Scott Carr up. Crimson shoots Scott Carr into the turnbuckle and hits a running splash. Crimson grabs Scott Carr and locks in a headlock. Crimson goes for a bulldog, but Scott Carr hooks the leg and counters with a backdrop suplex. Scott Carr and Crimson both get up a little slow, and Crimson comes at Scott Carr. Scott Carr hits an arm-drag takedown, then wrenches the arm. Scott Carr yanks Crimson to his feet by his arm, and hits a roundhouse kick to Crimson 's head. Scott Carr hits an elbow drop. Scott Carr picks Crimson up and shoots him into the ropes. Scott Carr hits a back-body drop, then goes to the turnbuckle. Scott Carr ascends the turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild. Crimson gets to his feet. Scott Carr goes for a flying ax-handle, but Crimson is able to hop up, jump up and hit Scott Carr in mid-air with a drop kick, knocking him face-first into the turnbuckle!

JOEY STYLES: OH MY GOD!

Both men go down. The crowd starts chanting HOLY SH-T! HOLY SH-T! Crimson stirs first, and picks up Scott Carr. Scott Carr breaks the hold, kicks Crimson to the midsection, and hits a DDT on Crimson . Scott Carr picks Crimson up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Scott Carr hits a back elbow smash to Crimson , but Crimson is able to low blow Scott Carr. Both men go down to their knees. Scott Carr and Crimson both slowly get to their feet, and exchange blows. Scott Carr blocks a punch, and kicks Crimson to the midsection. Scott Carr grabs Crimson and hits a swinging neck breaker. Scott Carr picks Crimson back up, and low blows him. Crimson laughs and hits a big right to Scott Carr's head. Crimson shoots Scott Carr into the ropes, and hits a clothesline, knocking Scott Carr over the ropes to the outside. Crimson reaches into his pants and pulls out a protective cup, and points at his head to tell the crowd that he's smart. Nobody believes him, but they cheer anyway because this is the VWF.

JOEY STYLES: Crimson is a genius!

Scott Carr gets to his feet, but Crimson takes a running leap, hitting a big thump on Scott Carr with the protective cup, and both men are down on the outside. Scott Carr and Crimson both slowly get to their feet. Scott Carr kicks Crimson to the midsection and rolls him back in the ring. Scott Carr ascends the turnbuckle. Crimson starts to get to his feet, and Scott Carr jumps off, hitting a jumping face buster on Crimson ! Scott Carr rolls outside. Crimson is down. Scott Carr grabs a chair and tosses it in the ring. Scott Carr picks the 60,000 lbs steel stairs up and tosses them in the ring as well. Scott Carr rolls back in the ring as Crimson rolls over to his knees. Scott Carr lets a big fury punch fly, reeling Crimson back into the ropes. Scott Carr shoots Crimson into the turnbuckle and goes for a clothesline, but Crimson gets a boot to the midsection, grabs Scott Carr's head, and hits a tornado bulldog off the turnbuckle on Scott Carr onto the steel chair on the mat! Both men are down as the crowd begins to chant, CRIM-SON CRIM-SON! Crimson and Scott Carr both get up, and Scott Carr has the chair. Scott Carr swings, but misses. Crimson ducks, and hits a drop-kick on Scott Carr through the chair! Crimson nods that it's all over as Burchill is up on the outside. Burchill limps up the ramp and gets in the cab of the ambulance, and backs it up to the ring. Scott Carr sits straight up. The crowd boos as Crimson looks angry. Crimson picks Scott Carr up, and chops him to the chest. Crimson shoots Scott Carr into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, but Scott Carr ducks and hits a back elbow smash on Crimson . Crimson gets right back up, and Scott Carr hits a DDT. Crimson gets up again, and Scott Carr kicks him to the midsection, and hits a falling neck breaker. Scott Carr picks Crimson up and grabs him from behind. Scott Carr hits a release German suplex. Scott Carr gets up, and stomps on Crimson . Scott Carr picks Crimson up and hits a cradle suplex. Scott Carr picks Crimson up, and shoots him into the ropes. Scott Carr kicks Crimson to the midsection, and goes for the Carr Bomb, but Crimson wiggles out and hits a mule kick, taking Scott Carr off his feet. Crimson picks Scott Carr back up, and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Crimson runs at him, but Scott Carr counters the charge by tossing Crimson over the top turnbuckle to the apron. Crimson lands on his feet. Scott Carr grabs Crimson by the throat, yanks him over the top turnbuckle and hits the Carr Bomb in the middle of the ring! Paul Burchill has climbed up to the top of the ambulance as Scott Carr stands up, murder in his eyes as Crimson lays in the middle of the ring. Burchill jumps off the top, landing on Scott Carr's back. Scott Carr staggers a step, as Burchill locks in a sleeper hold. Scott Carr walks forward, and dips over, dumping Burchill off his back. Scott Carr rolls outside, and drags Burchill with him. Scott Carr grabs Burchill by the the arm, puts it on the bumper of the ambulance, and slams the door on it! Burchill screams in pain as Scott Carr smiles. Crimson is up, and runs to the ropes, going for a suicide dive, but Scott Carr catches him and continues to send him into the closed door of the ambulance like a missle. Scott Carr picks Burchill up and tosses him in the back of the ambulance. Crimson, bleeding from the head, rolls over as Scott Carr flips him the bird, and shuts the door on the ambulance. The ref calls for the bell!

Winner: Scott Carr wins the World Tag-Team Championships!

The scene shows us Scott again, sitting alone still in his dressing room...

Carr- I was technically not allowed to defend the titles in a sanctioned match. And being unable to find a tag-team partner, due to there being not many on the roster who didn't hate, or fear me at the time. The Viking King stripped me of the fucking belts with a Hall of Fame acknowledgment and then He awarded them to Ponger and Aggression, telling them to stop fighting like they were and get along if they wanted to keep the belts... and their jobs. Time passes though and the day of Sunday, June 21st, 2009 - fast approaches. A night where the Monster of VWF takes on the team of Ace Andrews and Tha Answer, who call themselves Venom.

There are few things in life as painful and healing as Time... The further away we get, we know how close we've been... We rob ourselves of happiness and that's a terrible crime. We can reveal what we know of the worst we have to be seen. Burning down every bridge and making a noose of our own short rope. Burning those around us thinking we're getting what we want. Never stopping to take the time to just take a breath and fucking cope. Never taking the time to know we can be more than that which we can't. Hardly expecting anyone in the world to really ever be there. Hardly thinking the world around us is worth our better selves.

Doubting those around us can ever really understand or care. Doubting there's a better place for us than hidden on a shelf. Collecting dust and becoming something for the world to just pass by. Collecting scars as our countless festering wounds heal. Hoping against hope we'll get to give it all just one more try. Hoping against the futility we may feel. I've hidden my soul behind my Eyes. To protect myself from the evils I Despise. To shelter myself from this world's worst Lies. I've taken so many chances and given so many Tries. To save the humiliation of when those important to me Realize. To be brave and strong - while the cowardice of my weakness Cries. I've covered myself in armor a sarcastic Disguise. To shake off the sticks and stones and every arrow that Flies. To avoid falling into any trap that anyone can Devise. I've kept this secret as if I'm surrounded by Spies. To keep from hearing too many painful good Byes. To lash myself down so I don't fall from life's Highs. I've held it so close despite its inhuman Size. To the effect that it cost me affectionate Vais. To an extent that it may have damaged new feelings Initialized. I've only let it be known to those whom it Applies. To not let this truth be the only thing on which my name Relies. To keep myself so far away from so many feared Replies... You need to move past your station! Be yourself, not another clone for your generation! Once you realize your worthy of being your own inspiration... Then and only then can you mind and soul meet for celebration - Forget about their sick ignorant damnation -You have more than it takes to exceed expectation Life isn't about who has more human relation! All those phonies and fakers already suffer a sick preservation - Anything you want is within your own creation, Everything you possess is what will make you a sensation. Except that outer most limitation A simply trait the rest have lost, called your imagination Take what it's worth from each indignation Don't allow cruelty to create reservation Put your spirit up on high, send it to the sky with levitation Cast their heartlessness behind you, given it's deserved relocation Do it all for yourself and your end Destination Life's about who you love and their returned compensation Success is your first last and only line of retaliation When the time has come - When your life is Done - You won't have Fear, Instead you can Revere - Your Individual Revelation!

This week... we'll see me... Scott Carr and a man whose skills I admire and whose in-ring promise has me actually eager to team up with him, HUP... versus JDog and Default... the team of The unlikely Alliance! Not all the inspirational words in the world are going to help these two... not after I've lost my chance at them - AGAIN! I'll get over it... all I need to do is CRIPPLE A COUPLE OF MOTHERFUCKERS! And... those two - will do just nicely. See... this isn't personal, there's no heat here... but it's still going to be a motherfucking bloodbath the likes of which neither of these fuck-wits has ever been apart of! JDog is nothing more than a guy who could have had a name here if he'd applied himself and Default, is one of the biggest questions in this company - "Is he involved or isn't he?" I mean we all know both of them are slack ass little bitches compared to yours truly... but this is life. This is the world they live in - for now... until I get a chance to rip their fucking throats out with my bare fucking hands though... it's anything goes - and I'm going to take you two on an out of control roller coaster ride into the depths of Help! The Unlikely Alliance can say what they will... but the fact of the matter is... HUP and I are headlining two fuck wits in a one sided shit kicking!

Carr leans forward and shuts down the television screen.

Carr- Gentlemen and in your cases, I use that term very loosely... do yourselves a Big Favour.... Shut the FUCK UP and just.... Focus... on the... Danger.

The scene fades to black.

Carr Tracks!
Dope - "Everything Sucks"

[jdog]

Default 1

(The scene opens and we Default aimlessly up and down the sidewalk in china town)

Default: Where the hell did he go? How did I lose America's next top gorilla?

(Default walks into a restaurant looking for help)

Default:Excuse me sir!

Asian man: Yes, how may I herp you?

Default: Have you seen godzilla around here?

Asian man: Godzirra's here! I must warn the others!

(Suddenly the Asian man runs outside, a mass panic ensues, and screams of godizza fill the air as Default walks back outside)

Default: Wow I though these guys are suppose to be smart. Who are be the idiots who though that in to being true? I guess I might as well head back to Chosen's house and wait for him to get back.

(Default begins to walk back to Chosen One's house but stops when he hears music filling the air. He keepsa walking till he comes across a concert featuring his favorite band)

Default: Oh Shit, The Somewhat Not Sane Clown Group! Yo man how much are tickets!

SNSCG fan: Dude its free!

(Default rushes to the front of the stage and begins to rock out to the music. Shortly after the group leaves the stage and an announcer voice blares from the speakers)

Announcer: Remember fans that after tonights concert The Somewhat Not Sane Clown Group will be signing autographs backstage!

Default: This has just become the best day ever!

(A few minute later the group returns to the stage and play a few more songs. After the shows ends Default begins to leave then remembers about the autograph session. When he gets backstage a line has formed so he heads toward the front of the line)

Default:(to the guy in the front of the line) Yo can I have cuts?

Guy: No!

Default: Chinese cuts?

Guy: Sure.

(Default steps behind him the people from behind Default begin to sigh. Moments later Default gets his turn)

Default: Guys I'm your biggest fan!

Silent K: Good to here that.

Draggy 2 Pope: Wait a second I know you, your that wrestler the Amazing something.

Default: Wow I can't believe this you now my name sort of! Hey, you guys should come to watch my next match

Silent K: We might just do that.

Draggy 2 Pope: Sounds fun.

Default: Yeah me and Chosen are gone kick Carr and Hup's ass!

(SNSCG look at each other and then back at Default)

K and Pope: What the fuck did you just say?

Default: I said that me and Chosen are going to kick those worthless bastards Carr and Hup's ass! What are you fans of theirs or some thing?

K and Pope: Hells yeah mutha fucker!

(K and Pope Stand up, quickly grab Default, suplex him though their table and be gin to cuss him out)

Default:(in a whisper) I.....I can't believe they did that.

(K and Pope begin to walk out as Default gets up)

Default: Yo, how about we have a match tomorrow, you two loser verses me and Chosen. If you guys win, I'll drop out of the match but if you guys lose.............. you stop making music. We got a deal?

(The crowd, who had been cheering K and Pope, fall silent waiting for their answer. K and Pope stand motionless for a few minutes and then they answer)

K and Pope: Yeah we got a deal. Now you better go your partner is probably wondering where his bitch be at. We out!

(K and Pope leave followed by their fans still chanting their name)

Default: We'll show those bastards.

(The scene fades as Default heads back to Chosen's house)