Post by Buck Spencer on Jun 4, 2017 23:52:10 GMT
{We open on the Spencer Home at the lake side, which we haven’t visited for a while. Inside one of the rooms we find Jeb Spencer, in complete darkness besides the glow of a video games console, that has so many odds and ends attached to it, you can’t even tell which console it is anymore. Jeb’s face is illuminated by the glow of the screen.}
Jeb: God-dangit, stay still ya little shit.
{Sounds of gunfire and voices come from the screen, as a door creaks open behind him, and slowly in walks Buck Spencer, trying to remain hidden.}
Jeb: Come on man, stop feedin’ them kills you idjit!
Buck: *whispers* Hey Jeb…
{Jeb near throws the controller across the room as he jumps out of his seat screaming. Buck falls to the floor holding his stomach as he laughs.}
Jeb: YOU SUMBITCH!
Buck: Aaahhahaha, relax buddy, she ain’t here.
Jeb: How d’you know? That bitch is sneaky, and scary, and would kill me if she knew ah wuz playin’ vidja games.
Buck: Well, ah reckon y’should stop buddy.
{Jeb fixes his seat and grabs the pad, before switching on the singular light in the room, and turns off both the TV and the games console.}
Jeb: An’ why should ah be doin’ that big brother?
Buck: Cuz y’got a match dude.
Jeb: What!?
Buck: Yeah man, y’got a singles match on the next show, an, ah figured we could do some one on one trainin’ while Abby ain’t here.
Jeb: Well sheet buddy, why dain’t you say so? Ah’m down.
Buck: Good stuff. Let’s go…..oh, an’ afterwards? We comin’ back here ta play this shit together…
{Jeb flashes a smirk, and winks at Buck as the two head out to train.}
Jeb: God-dangit, stay still ya little shit.
{Sounds of gunfire and voices come from the screen, as a door creaks open behind him, and slowly in walks Buck Spencer, trying to remain hidden.}
Jeb: Come on man, stop feedin’ them kills you idjit!
Buck: *whispers* Hey Jeb…
{Jeb near throws the controller across the room as he jumps out of his seat screaming. Buck falls to the floor holding his stomach as he laughs.}
Jeb: YOU SUMBITCH!
Buck: Aaahhahaha, relax buddy, she ain’t here.
Jeb: How d’you know? That bitch is sneaky, and scary, and would kill me if she knew ah wuz playin’ vidja games.
Buck: Well, ah reckon y’should stop buddy.
{Jeb fixes his seat and grabs the pad, before switching on the singular light in the room, and turns off both the TV and the games console.}
Jeb: An’ why should ah be doin’ that big brother?
Buck: Cuz y’got a match dude.
Jeb: What!?
Buck: Yeah man, y’got a singles match on the next show, an, ah figured we could do some one on one trainin’ while Abby ain’t here.
Jeb: Well sheet buddy, why dain’t you say so? Ah’m down.
Buck: Good stuff. Let’s go…..oh, an’ afterwards? We comin’ back here ta play this shit together…
{Jeb flashes a smirk, and winks at Buck as the two head out to train.}
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Ah never thought ah’d make it here ta IWF. Y’know when ah was back home, watchin’ on Ricky’s gadget-magiger he done made up so we could watch Buck’s matches on dat dere interwebs? Ah was jealous man, jealous as you can be. Cuz ah wanted dat to be me. Ah wanted to be the guy in the ring, showing up, and gettin shit done, like only the Spencers can.
Then one day Bucky came to us with a contract, for all of us….an boy, ah ain’t never been so happy in mah life. Ah had me some special Jeb time that night, ah’ll tell you dat for free. Thang is, since we wuz about ta show up….Abby done got here too, and she? Well….she runs thangs her way, y’know? .an, man ah hope she don’t see this, but….thangs ain’t exactly been going right since she showed up.
When it wuz just the boys? We wuz havin’ a great time. On the road, doin’ our own thang, and enjoyin’ every minute of it. Now….sheeet, now, we’re all huddled over, waitin’ for the next beatin’, the next punishment for failin’ her and whoever the flying fudge she’s “preachin’” about….and ah ain’t gonna lie, dis shit is scary.
So when ah see mahself booked up there on the card in a singles match? Ah see a golden opportunity…..ah see a chance for Jeb to bust out for himself, ya follow? Mah brothers, they see me as a weak link, an’ Abby? Sheeet, she’ll be lookin’ for any excuse to dish out some more “punishment” so ah know ah have to step up….and ah have to fight….a clown?
Are you serious?
Nah fuck this.
I’m out.
Come on Bucky! Y’all know ah’m shit scared of clowns!
[Come on Jeb, this is your chance. Abby is preoccupied, you jus’ do you brother.]
Aww come on man. How’m ah supposed to show the world ah can do dis shit if ah’m terrified of that freak in his make up!? Who da hell WANTS to be a clown, huh? Who actually decides one day, y;know what, ah’m gonna dress up like Ronald McFucking Donald…..and scare tha shit outta everyone!
[That’s not what clowns do Jeb….]
Yeah, you ain’t been watchin’ the same shit as me Bucky. Fine! Ya know what? Ah’m gonna go to that ring at Sacrifice, ah’m gonna take everythin’ ah’ve had building for years, and take it out on this clown. Sheeet, ah don’t even care if the match last ten seconds….ah ain’t staying in that ring longer than ah need to. Screw you T.K! Ah ain’t gonna sleep all week now cuz of you.
AH HATE CLOWNS!
*Static as Jeb throws the microphone on the floor.*
Ah never thought ah’d make it here ta IWF. Y’know when ah was back home, watchin’ on Ricky’s gadget-magiger he done made up so we could watch Buck’s matches on dat dere interwebs? Ah was jealous man, jealous as you can be. Cuz ah wanted dat to be me. Ah wanted to be the guy in the ring, showing up, and gettin shit done, like only the Spencers can.
Then one day Bucky came to us with a contract, for all of us….an boy, ah ain’t never been so happy in mah life. Ah had me some special Jeb time that night, ah’ll tell you dat for free. Thang is, since we wuz about ta show up….Abby done got here too, and she? Well….she runs thangs her way, y’know? .an, man ah hope she don’t see this, but….thangs ain’t exactly been going right since she showed up.
When it wuz just the boys? We wuz havin’ a great time. On the road, doin’ our own thang, and enjoyin’ every minute of it. Now….sheeet, now, we’re all huddled over, waitin’ for the next beatin’, the next punishment for failin’ her and whoever the flying fudge she’s “preachin’” about….and ah ain’t gonna lie, dis shit is scary.
So when ah see mahself booked up there on the card in a singles match? Ah see a golden opportunity…..ah see a chance for Jeb to bust out for himself, ya follow? Mah brothers, they see me as a weak link, an’ Abby? Sheeet, she’ll be lookin’ for any excuse to dish out some more “punishment” so ah know ah have to step up….and ah have to fight….a clown?
Are you serious?
Nah fuck this.
I’m out.
Come on Bucky! Y’all know ah’m shit scared of clowns!
[Come on Jeb, this is your chance. Abby is preoccupied, you jus’ do you brother.]
Aww come on man. How’m ah supposed to show the world ah can do dis shit if ah’m terrified of that freak in his make up!? Who da hell WANTS to be a clown, huh? Who actually decides one day, y;know what, ah’m gonna dress up like Ronald McFucking Donald…..and scare tha shit outta everyone!
[That’s not what clowns do Jeb….]
Yeah, you ain’t been watchin’ the same shit as me Bucky. Fine! Ya know what? Ah’m gonna go to that ring at Sacrifice, ah’m gonna take everythin’ ah’ve had building for years, and take it out on this clown. Sheeet, ah don’t even care if the match last ten seconds….ah ain’t staying in that ring longer than ah need to. Screw you T.K! Ah ain’t gonna sleep all week now cuz of you.
AH HATE CLOWNS!
*Static as Jeb throws the microphone on the floor.*