Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jul 18, 2024 22:19:20 GMT -5
*CLANG CLANG! A talon-like gauntlet slams a metal ball onto some other metal. We find the Star Trekker dressed like a Klingon as she seems to be trying to call order to a meeting of the Bad to the Bone squad.*
LD: Don’t be weird, interloper.
*Lord Dominicus stands at the head of the table, arms akimbo to call attention to the WUK World Championship around his waist.*
Trekker: …said the pot to the kettle.
LD: Yes yes, but I’m VantaBlack so it’s ok. ANYWAY, I think we all know why I called this meeting.
Trekker: To go over the research I’ve been putting into why we keep going into musical numbers and also if time has any impact?
BB: To discuss my régimen de entrenamiento?
DB: TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO CURE ME SO I CAN EAT PEOPLE AGAIN?
BB: Wait, what was that?
LD: It was nothing and you absolutely didn’t hear it. But no, although those are all valid reasons for meeting my main item on the agenda was to gloat about winning the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship!
*The group groans. Trekker stands up, defiant.*
Trekker: But what about my notes on WHEN we keep breaking into song!?
LD: Oh you foolish parasite…
*A dirty-sounding electric guitar suddenly starts to riff as music begins to play. As if possessed the two walk backwards onto conveniently place treadmills.*
LD: It could be ten, but then again I can't remember
Half an hour since a quarter to nine…
Throw out your notes, go watch TNG’s Sub Rosa
And please leave me with the title that’s all mine.
Hey!
*As Dominicus berates the only person trying to help the two of them move back and forth on different treadmills going various directions. Big Bone and Dinosaur Bones try to leave the meeting only to step on treadmills of their own that begin to take them away from everything in opposite directions!*
LD: Oh, just when you think you're in control
Just when you think you've got a hold
Just when you get on a roll
*We follow Big Bone as he’s swept into a hallway.*
BB: Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*As Big Bone is moved across the screen he tries to get some exercise by running against the treadmill, but ultimately he is being forced to traverse wherever they go. Soon he is met by Dominicus who has ended on another set of treadmills that he tries to walk across as we find ourselves in the living room.*
LD: Tagging’s easy, Drake is simple, Slam 3’s sleazy
Wrestle UK is using up its reserves
But oh…looking through our living room blinds…
Why are there so many cars on our curb?
Hey!
*A quick camera cut shows us that indeed there are an inordinate amount of cars parked in the Bad to the Bone Complex’s driveway today. We soon find out why with a quick cut to another part of the house where we find a very confused “Tumbleweed” Bill Stokes, the manager of Dinosaur Bones, stepping onto a particularly long treadmill and being introduced to the complex.
LD (Voice Over): Oh, just when you think you're in control
Just when you think you've got a hold
Just when you get on a roll…
*Tumbleweed just goes with the slow flow moving him around as he takes in the complex for the first time. Behind him we find Trekker being chased by Florida Man (still masked for reasons unknown)- neither of them making progress as they run on treadmills, of course.*
BB (VO): Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*Finally realizing its getting them nowhere, Trekker and Florida step backwards onto another treadmill, allowing Trekker to grab a Bat’leth off of the wall and chase the ever-lovin’ Flordinian! …Obviously it’s for naught though, because treadmills.*
LD and BB (VO): Oh, oh
Oh, here it goes
Yeah, oh, here it goes again
Hey, hey
Oh, here it goes
Alright
*Stokes, still being given the nickel tour of the house-turned-villainous lair via a super long treadmill is privy to Bud Lighbeer making an effort to build bridges with his Night of Champions opponent, and Tumbleweed’s partner, Dinosaur Bones. The gift of meat is not appreciated as DB takes off after Bud, though the two end up moving through several differently placed treadmills that only manage to turn a life-and-death situation into some sort of indy band-esq dance. After that little interlude the music resets itself and we find Dominicus and Trekker nearly face to face as they walk towards each other on treadmills.*
Trekker: My guess’s there's gotta be a break in the monotony,
But man what could have caused all of this!?
Could be sleeping, watching Star Trek- maybe Sub Rosa.
LD: Then you’d leave me, yeah you’d leave me…
*He mouths “alone” but since that’s not part of the song it goes unspoken. Instead we see several cuts around the house of the actual team members and guests stepping onto different treadmills and being taken for a ride.*
LD (VO-mostly): Oh, oh here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again!
BB (VO-mostly): I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again!
*The different residents inside the house are shuffled around, they end up having to step over each other and cross paths as the different treadmills take them all on an adventure.*
LD, BB, and Trekker (Some VO): Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known
I should've known
But here it goes again
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it goes again
I should've
I should've
I should've
I should've
I should've known
Oh, oh, yeah, I should've known
Oh, here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*As the song wraps up the guests all end up summarily dumped out the door of the complex and into the front yard. They get up and dust themselves off. Stokes, Florida Man, and Bud all seem a little disturbed by what they were just a party to but decide not to ask questions as they saunter back to their respective vehicles. Meanwhile the actual party members have been returned to their starting places at the meeting table. They sit at the table in amazement. Finally the silence is broken.*
DB: IT HAPPENED AGAIN, DIDN’T IT?
BB: That’s literally what the song was about.
LD: Why the heck are their treadmills everywhere!?
BB: As I tried to tell you, I am stepping up my training regimen.
LD: Oh, that makes sense.
Trekker: How does that make sense!? All of this is completely illogical!
LD: No what’s completely illogical is that somehow we’re faced against an even more nothing team at WUK’s Revolution! How did they even get into the next round!?
BB: Al menos no son las Estrellas Oscuras.
LD: Yes I know there’s not many mini-estrellas in the XHF Network, it is weird, right? But let’s get back on topic guys- now that I’m the Wrestle United Kingdom World Champion...
*The group groans as we fade out.*
LD: Don’t be weird, interloper.
*Lord Dominicus stands at the head of the table, arms akimbo to call attention to the WUK World Championship around his waist.*
Trekker: …said the pot to the kettle.
LD: Yes yes, but I’m VantaBlack so it’s ok. ANYWAY, I think we all know why I called this meeting.
Trekker: To go over the research I’ve been putting into why we keep going into musical numbers and also if time has any impact?
BB: To discuss my régimen de entrenamiento?
DB: TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO CURE ME SO I CAN EAT PEOPLE AGAIN?
BB: Wait, what was that?
LD: It was nothing and you absolutely didn’t hear it. But no, although those are all valid reasons for meeting my main item on the agenda was to gloat about winning the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship!
*The group groans. Trekker stands up, defiant.*
Trekker: But what about my notes on WHEN we keep breaking into song!?
LD: Oh you foolish parasite…
*A dirty-sounding electric guitar suddenly starts to riff as music begins to play. As if possessed the two walk backwards onto conveniently place treadmills.*
LD: It could be ten, but then again I can't remember
Half an hour since a quarter to nine…
Throw out your notes, go watch TNG’s Sub Rosa
And please leave me with the title that’s all mine.
Hey!
*As Dominicus berates the only person trying to help the two of them move back and forth on different treadmills going various directions. Big Bone and Dinosaur Bones try to leave the meeting only to step on treadmills of their own that begin to take them away from everything in opposite directions!*
LD: Oh, just when you think you're in control
Just when you think you've got a hold
Just when you get on a roll
*We follow Big Bone as he’s swept into a hallway.*
BB: Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*As Big Bone is moved across the screen he tries to get some exercise by running against the treadmill, but ultimately he is being forced to traverse wherever they go. Soon he is met by Dominicus who has ended on another set of treadmills that he tries to walk across as we find ourselves in the living room.*
LD: Tagging’s easy, Drake is simple, Slam 3’s sleazy
Wrestle UK is using up its reserves
But oh…looking through our living room blinds…
Why are there so many cars on our curb?
Hey!
*A quick camera cut shows us that indeed there are an inordinate amount of cars parked in the Bad to the Bone Complex’s driveway today. We soon find out why with a quick cut to another part of the house where we find a very confused “Tumbleweed” Bill Stokes, the manager of Dinosaur Bones, stepping onto a particularly long treadmill and being introduced to the complex.
LD (Voice Over): Oh, just when you think you're in control
Just when you think you've got a hold
Just when you get on a roll…
*Tumbleweed just goes with the slow flow moving him around as he takes in the complex for the first time. Behind him we find Trekker being chased by Florida Man (still masked for reasons unknown)- neither of them making progress as they run on treadmills, of course.*
BB (VO): Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*Finally realizing its getting them nowhere, Trekker and Florida step backwards onto another treadmill, allowing Trekker to grab a Bat’leth off of the wall and chase the ever-lovin’ Flordinian! …Obviously it’s for naught though, because treadmills.*
LD and BB (VO): Oh, oh
Oh, here it goes
Yeah, oh, here it goes again
Hey, hey
Oh, here it goes
Alright
*Stokes, still being given the nickel tour of the house-turned-villainous lair via a super long treadmill is privy to Bud Lighbeer making an effort to build bridges with his Night of Champions opponent, and Tumbleweed’s partner, Dinosaur Bones. The gift of meat is not appreciated as DB takes off after Bud, though the two end up moving through several differently placed treadmills that only manage to turn a life-and-death situation into some sort of indy band-esq dance. After that little interlude the music resets itself and we find Dominicus and Trekker nearly face to face as they walk towards each other on treadmills.*
Trekker: My guess’s there's gotta be a break in the monotony,
But man what could have caused all of this!?
Could be sleeping, watching Star Trek- maybe Sub Rosa.
LD: Then you’d leave me, yeah you’d leave me…
*He mouths “alone” but since that’s not part of the song it goes unspoken. Instead we see several cuts around the house of the actual team members and guests stepping onto different treadmills and being taken for a ride.*
LD (VO-mostly): Oh, oh here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again!
BB (VO-mostly): I should've known, should've known, should've known again
But here it goes again!
*The different residents inside the house are shuffled around, they end up having to step over each other and cross paths as the different treadmills take them all on an adventure.*
LD, BB, and Trekker (Some VO): Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes
Oh, here it goes again
I should've known
I should've known
But here it goes again
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it
Oh, here it goes again
I should've
I should've
I should've
I should've
I should've known
Oh, oh, yeah, I should've known
Oh, here it goes again
Oh, oh, here it goes again
*As the song wraps up the guests all end up summarily dumped out the door of the complex and into the front yard. They get up and dust themselves off. Stokes, Florida Man, and Bud all seem a little disturbed by what they were just a party to but decide not to ask questions as they saunter back to their respective vehicles. Meanwhile the actual party members have been returned to their starting places at the meeting table. They sit at the table in amazement. Finally the silence is broken.*
DB: IT HAPPENED AGAIN, DIDN’T IT?
BB: That’s literally what the song was about.
LD: Why the heck are their treadmills everywhere!?
BB: As I tried to tell you, I am stepping up my training regimen.
LD: Oh, that makes sense.
Trekker: How does that make sense!? All of this is completely illogical!
LD: No what’s completely illogical is that somehow we’re faced against an even more nothing team at WUK’s Revolution! How did they even get into the next round!?
BB: Al menos no son las Estrellas Oscuras.
LD: Yes I know there’s not many mini-estrellas in the XHF Network, it is weird, right? But let’s get back on topic guys- now that I’m the Wrestle United Kingdom World Champion...
*The group groans as we fade out.*
OOC: Thanks to Mosler for letting me use his characters for cameos!
