Post by Rob Garcia on Jul 12, 2021 22:46:06 GMT -5
Day: Sunday
Time: 5:30pm
Location: NPW headquarters.
The sun is still out and shining as bright as ever! Our view is faced towards it and the city underneath it, the camera pans from that beautiful ball of gas and makes its way over to a very familiar building. NPW Headquarters! It’s a very large 7 story building, with the NPW logo up on top of it. It is truly a sight to see.
Down below in the parking lot, is where we see a large blacked out Cadillac Escalade arrive. It pulls in and parks sideways, rudely taking up two handicapped parking spaces. The car's engine shuts off and the driver side door comes flying open. It's Rob Garcia. He steps out laughing hysterically and makes his way to the front door. Jeff Noon gets out of the passenger side door, slams it shut and follows, Rob. They make their way into the building.
As we enter the lobby Rob gets to the front desk and while he's trying to gain his composure, he asks where the studio is. He’s pointed in the right direction, followed with some instructions and the two men head down the hallway.
Jeff It’s not that funny, Rob.
Rob shakes his head, his face is beet red from laughter.
Rob: We weren’t laughing at you, Jeff! We were laughing with you! Hahaha!
He says in an unconvincing manner and then bursts into laughter.
Jeff A lot of men don’t shave down there! It’s considered manly to keep your… Your! Y-
Rob: You’re manly puffy man muff?!
Rob yells out, cutting Jeff off and then continuing to laugh obnoxiously. What Robs is referring to is what Neo had called Jeffs… Uh.. hair, down there… Before they arrived at NPW headquarters. Jeff isn’t finding this as funny as Rob is.
They continue to make their way down the hall, up an elevator and eventually make it to the NPW studio room, where a lot of interviews take place. The walk into the room, Jeff makes arrangements with the staff and they then head towards the backdrop that's facing the camera.
As you can see, Rob is still smiling thinking about their conversation earlier with their Rev brother, Neo. Jeff on the other hand is pissed off. After a moment, Rob rubs his beard and with a smile begins.
Rob: We’ve been on a roll as of late! Neo and myself beat the Spin Recyclables! The three of us made it to the Trio’s fatal 4 way! Osland is killing it and just got his opportunity to the X-Crown Championship! And...
Rob glances over at Jeff and his face begins to blush, trying to hold in his laughter. Jeff sees this and squints his eyes trying to figure out what Robs about to say.
Rob: And it’s all thanks to our best friend, and the best manager in all of pro wrestling, Jeff Noon!
Jeff smiles and then begins to act a little smug, nodding his head and pounding his fist into his hand.
Jeff That’s right! The Revenants are red hot right now and we are about to turn the heat up even more!
Rob grins and nods in approval.
Rob: These titles were basically already ours, but somehow the Galactic Sex Pirates weasled their ways into this...
Rob says not impressed. He scratches his head and shrugs his shoulders.
Rob: Galactic Sex Pirates… I don’t get why someone would want to be known as a space sex pirate? But I did some digging. Turns out you guys are more just delusional, broke, losers. What once started out as a group of innocent guys riding around in shopping carts playing tickle butt has since become your entire life. See, because you guys took anal probes a little to far and to a whole new level! One day while riding around in a dumpster you idiots took residency in, in the back alley of some restaurant, all of you goofy ass weirdos were wrestling around trying to probe the other and then it hit Rob Riot. Literally, the dildo they were swinging around hit Rob in the head and he thought their dumpster was an actual Galactic spaceship! And so, the GSP was born.
Rob says firmly.
Rob: Now, a lot of you are probably wondering who hit Robby with the dildo, well even though it’s never been proven to be fact, it’s obvious. The sultan of Shlong Style. The name comes from the latin term, Sultan of Dong Style. The man is deadly with a dildo in his hands.
Rob continues explaining in a very serious tone.
Rob: Now most people would be afraid of making these evil enema lovers enemies. But, we’re the mother fucking Revenants! Your freak friend may have gotten lucky at Call To Arms, but we’re now well aware of your dirty, dirty tricks. We know what you guys are about. To each their own I always say. But you stay in your damn lane! Too bad for you Galactic Sex Probers, you’re all gonna find this out the hard way!
Rob says in a sinister tone and a smirk to match it.
Jeff July 15th! You’re our next stepping stone to the top! See you there anal bead boys!
Rob begins to laugh and Jeff does too, both in a maniacal manner. As they slowly begin to walk off the set, the scene fades out.
/\/\/The scene fades out\/\/\
Time: 5:30pm
Location: NPW headquarters.
The sun is still out and shining as bright as ever! Our view is faced towards it and the city underneath it, the camera pans from that beautiful ball of gas and makes its way over to a very familiar building. NPW Headquarters! It’s a very large 7 story building, with the NPW logo up on top of it. It is truly a sight to see.
Down below in the parking lot, is where we see a large blacked out Cadillac Escalade arrive. It pulls in and parks sideways, rudely taking up two handicapped parking spaces. The car's engine shuts off and the driver side door comes flying open. It's Rob Garcia. He steps out laughing hysterically and makes his way to the front door. Jeff Noon gets out of the passenger side door, slams it shut and follows, Rob. They make their way into the building.
As we enter the lobby Rob gets to the front desk and while he's trying to gain his composure, he asks where the studio is. He’s pointed in the right direction, followed with some instructions and the two men head down the hallway.
Jeff It’s not that funny, Rob.
Rob shakes his head, his face is beet red from laughter.
Rob: We weren’t laughing at you, Jeff! We were laughing with you! Hahaha!
He says in an unconvincing manner and then bursts into laughter.
Jeff A lot of men don’t shave down there! It’s considered manly to keep your… Your! Y-
Rob: You’re manly puffy man muff?!
Rob yells out, cutting Jeff off and then continuing to laugh obnoxiously. What Robs is referring to is what Neo had called Jeffs… Uh.. hair, down there… Before they arrived at NPW headquarters. Jeff isn’t finding this as funny as Rob is.
They continue to make their way down the hall, up an elevator and eventually make it to the NPW studio room, where a lot of interviews take place. The walk into the room, Jeff makes arrangements with the staff and they then head towards the backdrop that's facing the camera.
As you can see, Rob is still smiling thinking about their conversation earlier with their Rev brother, Neo. Jeff on the other hand is pissed off. After a moment, Rob rubs his beard and with a smile begins.
Rob: We’ve been on a roll as of late! Neo and myself beat the Spin Recyclables! The three of us made it to the Trio’s fatal 4 way! Osland is killing it and just got his opportunity to the X-Crown Championship! And...
Rob glances over at Jeff and his face begins to blush, trying to hold in his laughter. Jeff sees this and squints his eyes trying to figure out what Robs about to say.
Rob: And it’s all thanks to our best friend, and the best manager in all of pro wrestling, Jeff Noon!
Jeff smiles and then begins to act a little smug, nodding his head and pounding his fist into his hand.
Jeff That’s right! The Revenants are red hot right now and we are about to turn the heat up even more!
Rob grins and nods in approval.
Rob: These titles were basically already ours, but somehow the Galactic Sex Pirates weasled their ways into this...
Rob says not impressed. He scratches his head and shrugs his shoulders.
Rob: Galactic Sex Pirates… I don’t get why someone would want to be known as a space sex pirate? But I did some digging. Turns out you guys are more just delusional, broke, losers. What once started out as a group of innocent guys riding around in shopping carts playing tickle butt has since become your entire life. See, because you guys took anal probes a little to far and to a whole new level! One day while riding around in a dumpster you idiots took residency in, in the back alley of some restaurant, all of you goofy ass weirdos were wrestling around trying to probe the other and then it hit Rob Riot. Literally, the dildo they were swinging around hit Rob in the head and he thought their dumpster was an actual Galactic spaceship! And so, the GSP was born.
Rob says firmly.
Rob: Now, a lot of you are probably wondering who hit Robby with the dildo, well even though it’s never been proven to be fact, it’s obvious. The sultan of Shlong Style. The name comes from the latin term, Sultan of Dong Style. The man is deadly with a dildo in his hands.
Rob continues explaining in a very serious tone.
Rob: Now most people would be afraid of making these evil enema lovers enemies. But, we’re the mother fucking Revenants! Your freak friend may have gotten lucky at Call To Arms, but we’re now well aware of your dirty, dirty tricks. We know what you guys are about. To each their own I always say. But you stay in your damn lane! Too bad for you Galactic Sex Probers, you’re all gonna find this out the hard way!
Rob says in a sinister tone and a smirk to match it.
Jeff July 15th! You’re our next stepping stone to the top! See you there anal bead boys!
Rob begins to laugh and Jeff does too, both in a maniacal manner. As they slowly begin to walk off the set, the scene fades out.
/\/\/The scene fades out\/\/\
