Woeful Writers Extraordinaire: a W.W.E. Soap Opera - Episode 2
Batista is shown in the WWE Cafeteria area, scarfing down three trays of food. Finlay is sitting there with him.
BATISTA: Ummm... yum yum... hey Finlay, you should really try these mesquite barbequed California condor wings. They're delicious!!
FINLAY: Condor wings?! Aren't condors an endangered species?!
BATISTA: (growing quiet) Keep this hush hush, but uh... I got a guy.
FINLAY: Ohh.... say man. How do you keep yourself in such great shape, even though you eat more than Mark Henry?
At that moment, Mark Henry lumbers by.
HENRY: I RESENT THAT!! Hey, wait a minute, is that a baby?
He spots Little Bastard rummaging in a nearby trash can. In one swift motion, he picks him up by the head and devours the squealing leprachaun whole, as Batista and Finlay look on in shock.
HENRY: Mmmmm... nothing like baby back ribs. Who says adults can't have kid's meals?
Henry pats his belly and continues walking. Meanwhile, Dave deposits his lunch onto Finlay's shirt.
BATISTA: BLLLLLEEEEEEEEGGHGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
FINLAY:
BATISTA: (wiping his mouth) To answer your question... I'm bulemic.
FINLAY: Oh. ****, now I gotta get myself cleaned up.
BATISTA: Sorry man. Hey, that doesn't mean my push is gone, does it? I'll buy you a new shirt.
FINLAY: Don't worry my boy. You've paid your dues.
BATISTA:
Finlay gets up and heads toward the regular lockerroom to clean up. On the way, he passes C.M. Punk, who is engaged in a discussion with Kenny Dykstra.
FINLAY: Oh hey, Punk. (chuckles to himself) I love how I can call you that and you can't get mad even then I really am insulting you. Anyway, you got the memo about your match change for the next ECW taping, right?
CM: (suspiciously) No.... what change?
FINLAY: Well, apparently, there was a glitch in your standing at the Rumble match. You were supposed to be in for only thirty seconds, not thirty minutes. I guess someone put the decimal in the wrong place, but it's okay, because to make up for it, we're jobbing you clean to Mike Knox.
CM: WHAT???? I thought he got fired!!
FINLAY: Oh, he will be, but not until after the show. In fact, that reminds me to tell him that. I'll let him know just before you match, so that he can professionally channel his disappointment into a great match with you. Catchya later, sport!
Finlay walks off briskly as CM stands there, shocked.
CM: (turning back to Dykstra) Can you believe that jerk? I'm the most over wrestler in this company, and they're gonna job me out to a guy they're firing tomorrow!!
KENNY: Yeah, well, that sucks. But at least you don't wear bright pink wrestling trunks that are so loud Mick Foley can hear them out of his missing ear.
CM: Heh. Man, this because I'm straight edge. No drugs, no booze, no sex.
KENNY: Wait, but you're totally ****ing Maria. What do you mean no sex?
CM: I meant with other men. Hence the STRAIGHT part. Duhhhhhh.
KENNY: Oh, right....
CM: You're right though. Knowing I get to go home with that hot piece of ass makes everything better.
KENNY: Yeah. I feel the same way about Mickie.
CM: She's pretty hot too. But not as hot as Maria.
KENNY: Take that back!!
CM: Hey man, I'm just saying. Mickie's been in porn. Maria really is sweet and charming and innocent. Or well... she was... before she met me...
And she still has a tight pussy.
KENNY: Hey man. Mickie James has a better rack.
CM: Tight pussy!
KENNY: Better rack!!
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
Suddenly, the two go at it, tumbling to the ground and pulling at each other's hair.
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
Punk hurls Kenny into a table full of pies, then launches himself at Kenny and through the table. The two stumble through several other pieces of furniture, smearing cream everywhere, before smashing into the fire alarm.
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
This triggers the sprinklers, which shower Punk and Dykstra with water. Suddenly, everything goes to slow motion as the two engage in several homoerotic wrestling moves. Pan to Ric Flair and Triple H staring on by the doorway in shock.
HHH: I told you that CM Punk was a queer. And they thought he'd be the next me.
FLAIR: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Nobody can be the next you baby!! You're marvelous! Fantastic! Amazing! Superhuman!!!!
HHH: I know.
Hey, lets get to my office. It's almost four and I have my meeting with Cena.
The two walk to Hunter's office (well, Triple H hobbles). Once inside, Helmsley makes a motion to his friend.
HHH: It's supposed to be just me and Cena, so he can't know you're sticking around. Why don't you hide behind that big flabby curtain over to blend in.
FLAIR: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SPYING AND PROFILING!!! YEAH BABY!!! SUPER NAITCH WILL BE WATCHING SECRETLY!!!
HHH: And for Vince's sake, keep it quiet while you're behind there! We don't want John knowing anything!!
FLAIR: Woooooo...
HHH: Quiet.
FLAIR: Wooo....
HHH: (sighing) Good enough. Now go!
Flair hustles behind the curtain just as there's a knock on the door.
HHH: Enter!
Cena saunters in with his belt on his shoulder.
HHH: Have a seat, John. Want anything to drink?
CENA: I'm cool. The devotion of my loving teenage girl fans on MySpace is enough to quench my thirst and keep me going.
HHH: Um... okay... Anyway, Pops and I were discussing who you could bury next, and we came up with a really great list. You'll love it. In fact, I think you'll find it a pleasant... SURPRISE.
CENA: Surprise, eh? I like surprises. So what is it?
HHH: Well, why don't you open up that closet door and see....?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Batista is shown in the WWE Cafeteria area, scarfing down three trays of food. Finlay is sitting there with him.
BATISTA: Ummm... yum yum... hey Finlay, you should really try these mesquite barbequed California condor wings. They're delicious!!
FINLAY: Condor wings?! Aren't condors an endangered species?!
BATISTA: (growing quiet) Keep this hush hush, but uh... I got a guy.
FINLAY: Ohh.... say man. How do you keep yourself in such great shape, even though you eat more than Mark Henry?
At that moment, Mark Henry lumbers by.
HENRY: I RESENT THAT!! Hey, wait a minute, is that a baby?
He spots Little Bastard rummaging in a nearby trash can. In one swift motion, he picks him up by the head and devours the squealing leprachaun whole, as Batista and Finlay look on in shock.
HENRY: Mmmmm... nothing like baby back ribs. Who says adults can't have kid's meals?
Henry pats his belly and continues walking. Meanwhile, Dave deposits his lunch onto Finlay's shirt.
BATISTA: BLLLLLEEEEEEEEGGHGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
FINLAY:
BATISTA: (wiping his mouth) To answer your question... I'm bulemic.
FINLAY: Oh. ****, now I gotta get myself cleaned up.
BATISTA: Sorry man. Hey, that doesn't mean my push is gone, does it? I'll buy you a new shirt.
FINLAY: Don't worry my boy. You've paid your dues.
BATISTA:
Finlay gets up and heads toward the regular lockerroom to clean up. On the way, he passes C.M. Punk, who is engaged in a discussion with Kenny Dykstra.
FINLAY: Oh hey, Punk. (chuckles to himself) I love how I can call you that and you can't get mad even then I really am insulting you. Anyway, you got the memo about your match change for the next ECW taping, right?
CM: (suspiciously) No.... what change?
FINLAY: Well, apparently, there was a glitch in your standing at the Rumble match. You were supposed to be in for only thirty seconds, not thirty minutes. I guess someone put the decimal in the wrong place, but it's okay, because to make up for it, we're jobbing you clean to Mike Knox.
CM: WHAT???? I thought he got fired!!
FINLAY: Oh, he will be, but not until after the show. In fact, that reminds me to tell him that. I'll let him know just before you match, so that he can professionally channel his disappointment into a great match with you. Catchya later, sport!
Finlay walks off briskly as CM stands there, shocked.
CM: (turning back to Dykstra) Can you believe that jerk? I'm the most over wrestler in this company, and they're gonna job me out to a guy they're firing tomorrow!!
KENNY: Yeah, well, that sucks. But at least you don't wear bright pink wrestling trunks that are so loud Mick Foley can hear them out of his missing ear.
CM: Heh. Man, this because I'm straight edge. No drugs, no booze, no sex.
KENNY: Wait, but you're totally ****ing Maria. What do you mean no sex?
CM: I meant with other men. Hence the STRAIGHT part. Duhhhhhh.
KENNY: Oh, right....
CM: You're right though. Knowing I get to go home with that hot piece of ass makes everything better.
KENNY: Yeah. I feel the same way about Mickie.
CM: She's pretty hot too. But not as hot as Maria.
KENNY: Take that back!!
CM: Hey man, I'm just saying. Mickie's been in porn. Maria really is sweet and charming and innocent. Or well... she was... before she met me...
KENNY: Hey man. Mickie James has a better rack.
CM: Tight pussy!
KENNY: Better rack!!
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
Suddenly, the two go at it, tumbling to the ground and pulling at each other's hair.
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
Punk hurls Kenny into a table full of pies, then launches himself at Kenny and through the table. The two stumble through several other pieces of furniture, smearing cream everywhere, before smashing into the fire alarm.
CM: TIGHT PUSSY!!
KENNY: BETTER RACK!!!
This triggers the sprinklers, which shower Punk and Dykstra with water. Suddenly, everything goes to slow motion as the two engage in several homoerotic wrestling moves. Pan to Ric Flair and Triple H staring on by the doorway in shock.
HHH: I told you that CM Punk was a queer. And they thought he'd be the next me.
FLAIR: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Nobody can be the next you baby!! You're marvelous! Fantastic! Amazing! Superhuman!!!!
HHH: I know.
The two walk to Hunter's office (well, Triple H hobbles). Once inside, Helmsley makes a motion to his friend.
HHH: It's supposed to be just me and Cena, so he can't know you're sticking around. Why don't you hide behind that big flabby curtain over to blend in.
FLAIR: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SPYING AND PROFILING!!! YEAH BABY!!! SUPER NAITCH WILL BE WATCHING SECRETLY!!!
HHH: And for Vince's sake, keep it quiet while you're behind there! We don't want John knowing anything!!
FLAIR: Woooooo...
HHH: Quiet.
FLAIR: Wooo....
HHH: (sighing) Good enough. Now go!
Flair hustles behind the curtain just as there's a knock on the door.
HHH: Enter!
Cena saunters in with his belt on his shoulder.
HHH: Have a seat, John. Want anything to drink?
CENA: I'm cool. The devotion of my loving teenage girl fans on MySpace is enough to quench my thirst and keep me going.
HHH: Um... okay... Anyway, Pops and I were discussing who you could bury next, and we came up with a really great list. You'll love it. In fact, I think you'll find it a pleasant... SURPRISE.
CENA: Surprise, eh? I like surprises. So what is it?
HHH: Well, why don't you open up that closet door and see....?
TO BE CONTINUED...