Setting the Record Straight (To Max Hart + Open Challenge)
May 30, 2017 9:11:52 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on May 30, 2017 9:11:52 GMT -5
*We open on an arm quickly retreating back to Nelly Angel, he’s just turned on a camera in his bedroom. With a white wall and door behind him, Nelly looks angrily into the camera.*
Nelly: Ok, hopefully this is on. Max Hart! I saw what you said about me! You have been spreading lies and hearsay and probably slander too, I haven’t talked to my lawyer, but maybe I will! Let me tell you, the lies end here, right now!
*The door cracks open and a sleepy-looking Randy Angel leans in.*
Randy: Nell, what’s going on?
*Nelly turns around.*
Nelly: I’m setting the record straight about a few things, you wanna come in?
Randy: Sure.
*Randy stumbles in and goes off camera, you can hear him sit down on a bed.*
Nelly: First of all, I don’t cheat! And Randy isn’t gonna cheat for me!
Randy: Actually, I might.
*Nelly looks off camera.*
Nelly: Dude, what are you doing?
Randy: Being honest. Do you have anything to drink in here?
Nelly: Why would I have anything to drink in here when the refrigerator is literally right down the hall?
Randy: Oooh, big man keepin’ his drinks cool. Good for you.
*Nelly pauses, still seething at Max Hart, then he shakes his head and refocuses on his promo.*
Nelly: And did I cheat? No! Because I’m not down with that! But more importantly, and this is the really slanderous part, you suggested that I was trained by him!
*Nelly points off camera, we can’t actually see Randy Angel, but Nelly’s probably pointing at him.*
Nelly: You think this drunk trained me!?
Randy: Dude I’m right here.
Nelly: I’m a proud student of Kongo, and I learned my in-ring psychology from Joey Hawke. Sure, I wasn’t born into wrestling like you, but I worked hard for years and years to get where I am. I got pushed into this as a joke and somehow came out a wrestler. But after years of training and working hard; well, I got better.
*Nelly is calming down now.*
Nelly: Anyway, I just wanted to set the record straight. If anyone trained anyone, I trained Randy these last few years. But I will say that he got me back into ring shape. So bro…
*Nelly turns to Randy (off camera)*
Nelly: Thank you.
Randy: Not gonna lie, still a little angry about just a few moments ago.
Nelly: Sorry, I was angry.
Randy: So angry that you turned on your camera and yelled into it like a weirdo?
Nelly: Well….yeah…no when you say it like that it sounds stupid.
Randy: Whatever Nell, we’ll just erase the tape and forget this whole thing ever happened.
Nelly: *cough* …Thatmightbealittledifficult…
Randy: *sigh* You’re live-streaming right now, aren’t you?
Nelly: Maybe?
Randy: Aright, I got it.
*Randy comes back on-screen and immediately tosses Nelly to where he was, we hear the bounce of a man hitting a bed. Randy points at the camera, fixing a drunkenly steely glare at it.*
Randy: ASPW!
Nelly: Pssst, it’s just ASW
Randy: Man I need a drink- ASW! I’m here to send out an open challenge- no, not an open challenge, an open warning! My brother Nelly may seem like a weak little pushover- and he is as just demonstrated by me
Nelly: I’m right here dude
*Randy turns to him*
Randy: Yeah, and it hurts doesn’t it?
*Back to the camera*
Randy: But my brother is the best wrestler I know. No matter who he’s come up against he’s either won or walked away a whole world wiser and more skilled. All of you here at All State, hear this, whether big or tall, round or wall, sub or dom; all of you are one thing to my brother, Nelly Angel…
*Randy reaches into his pocket and produces one of those “fun size” small bottles of liquor- it’s yellow- and quickly chugs it.*
Randy: You’re all just more bottles on the floor!
*He drops the little bottle on Nelly’s carpet, no sound. Randy then reaches forward and turns off the camera.*
Nelly: Ok, hopefully this is on. Max Hart! I saw what you said about me! You have been spreading lies and hearsay and probably slander too, I haven’t talked to my lawyer, but maybe I will! Let me tell you, the lies end here, right now!
*The door cracks open and a sleepy-looking Randy Angel leans in.*
Randy: Nell, what’s going on?
*Nelly turns around.*
Nelly: I’m setting the record straight about a few things, you wanna come in?
Randy: Sure.
*Randy stumbles in and goes off camera, you can hear him sit down on a bed.*
Nelly: First of all, I don’t cheat! And Randy isn’t gonna cheat for me!
Randy: Actually, I might.
*Nelly looks off camera.*
Nelly: Dude, what are you doing?
Randy: Being honest. Do you have anything to drink in here?
Nelly: Why would I have anything to drink in here when the refrigerator is literally right down the hall?
Randy: Oooh, big man keepin’ his drinks cool. Good for you.
*Nelly pauses, still seething at Max Hart, then he shakes his head and refocuses on his promo.*
Nelly: And did I cheat? No! Because I’m not down with that! But more importantly, and this is the really slanderous part, you suggested that I was trained by him!
*Nelly points off camera, we can’t actually see Randy Angel, but Nelly’s probably pointing at him.*
Nelly: You think this drunk trained me!?
Randy: Dude I’m right here.
Nelly: I’m a proud student of Kongo, and I learned my in-ring psychology from Joey Hawke. Sure, I wasn’t born into wrestling like you, but I worked hard for years and years to get where I am. I got pushed into this as a joke and somehow came out a wrestler. But after years of training and working hard; well, I got better.
*Nelly is calming down now.*
Nelly: Anyway, I just wanted to set the record straight. If anyone trained anyone, I trained Randy these last few years. But I will say that he got me back into ring shape. So bro…
*Nelly turns to Randy (off camera)*
Nelly: Thank you.
Randy: Not gonna lie, still a little angry about just a few moments ago.
Nelly: Sorry, I was angry.
Randy: So angry that you turned on your camera and yelled into it like a weirdo?
Nelly: Well….yeah…no when you say it like that it sounds stupid.
Randy: Whatever Nell, we’ll just erase the tape and forget this whole thing ever happened.
Nelly: *cough* …Thatmightbealittledifficult…
Randy: *sigh* You’re live-streaming right now, aren’t you?
Nelly: Maybe?
Randy: Aright, I got it.
*Randy comes back on-screen and immediately tosses Nelly to where he was, we hear the bounce of a man hitting a bed. Randy points at the camera, fixing a drunkenly steely glare at it.*
Randy: ASPW!
Nelly: Pssst, it’s just ASW
Randy: Man I need a drink- ASW! I’m here to send out an open challenge- no, not an open challenge, an open warning! My brother Nelly may seem like a weak little pushover- and he is as just demonstrated by me
Nelly: I’m right here dude
*Randy turns to him*
Randy: Yeah, and it hurts doesn’t it?
*Back to the camera*
Randy: But my brother is the best wrestler I know. No matter who he’s come up against he’s either won or walked away a whole world wiser and more skilled. All of you here at All State, hear this, whether big or tall, round or wall, sub or dom; all of you are one thing to my brother, Nelly Angel…
*Randy reaches into his pocket and produces one of those “fun size” small bottles of liquor- it’s yellow- and quickly chugs it.*
Randy: You’re all just more bottles on the floor!
*He drops the little bottle on Nelly’s carpet, no sound. Randy then reaches forward and turns off the camera.*