Post by Buck Spencer on Jun 10, 2017 14:05:50 GMT
We open at Sacrifice as Buck, Ricky, and Spencer drag and almost lifeless Jeb Spencer through the curtain.
Ricky: Feckin’ hell, that dude was gonna kill him. What the hell where you thinking signin’ him up for a match on his own!?
Ricky rounds on Buck, who glares firecly back at his brother.
Buck: Ah was tryin’ to help him. He can’t keep relyin’ on us all the time. He’s got ta learn to stand for hisself.
The two of them stand there holding Jeb up, before they realise that big Spencer is missing.
Buck: Where the hell has big ‘un gone?
Ricky: Aww shit, has he gone back out there?
Buck: Naw he woulda gone past us?
Suddenly Spencer Spencer walks back into frame with a big smirk on his face.
Buck: What the hell did you do?
Spencer: Ah signed him up for another match.
Ricky: WHAT!?
Spencer: He gone get hisself some revenge. Spencer style.
Buck smiles at his “little” brother as the three of them lift Jeb up and head further backstage.
Buck: That’s what ah’m talkin’ bout. Jeb is gon’ work hisself into fightin’ shape one way or another…
And fade.
Ah don’t wanna do dis. Ah swear ta jeebus, ah am shit scared a you TK. An ah am not just blwin’ smoke up ya ass man. Last week ya jumped me an beat ten shades a shit outta me. Now ah have ta go out there an fight ya again!?
Who tha fuck though that was a good idea!?
Ah swear if ah find out that Spencer put youse guys up ta dis ah’m gonna cause some mayhem.
Look, TK, ah ain’t got no beef wit you man. Y’all wanna be runnin around like some freaky clown? Cool bro! You do you man! It ain’t mah business if you wanna scare tha livin’ shit outta people, lord knows ya done scared that shit outta me!
Ah mean, it’s a good thing ah wore brown last week, y’know what ah’m sayin’?
Thing is though man, ah ain’t nobodies punchin’ bag ya follow? Ah ain’t gonna stand there and let ya punch me. Like a bag….y’know? Like a...punchin’ ...bag…..ah guess that was what ah meant by punchin; bag. ANYWAY! Ah’m gonna fight back, is what ah’m tryin’; ta say. Ah’m gonna take everythin’ ah have against clowns out on you TK, ah’m gonna take years of regression out on you, ah’m gonna take years of horrible nasty pranks mah brothers have played on me out on you…
An that fuckin’ film IT….fuck me, that’s goin’ on your shoulders too.
Thing is TK? Ah might not be tha best rassler on the planet, far from it, ah ain’t got tha skills like Bucky….but this ain’t gonna be a rasslin’ match is it? This is goin’ be a tables match….this is goin’ be a fight...an it’s goin’ be mah pleasure to get some sweet redneck revenge for last week, and put your painted up face through some fuckin’ plywood.
Yeah. Jeb done found himself a spine.
…..ah hope.
Ricky: Feckin’ hell, that dude was gonna kill him. What the hell where you thinking signin’ him up for a match on his own!?
Ricky rounds on Buck, who glares firecly back at his brother.
Buck: Ah was tryin’ to help him. He can’t keep relyin’ on us all the time. He’s got ta learn to stand for hisself.
The two of them stand there holding Jeb up, before they realise that big Spencer is missing.
Buck: Where the hell has big ‘un gone?
Ricky: Aww shit, has he gone back out there?
Buck: Naw he woulda gone past us?
Suddenly Spencer Spencer walks back into frame with a big smirk on his face.
Buck: What the hell did you do?
Spencer: Ah signed him up for another match.
Ricky: WHAT!?
Spencer: He gone get hisself some revenge. Spencer style.
Buck smiles at his “little” brother as the three of them lift Jeb up and head further backstage.
Buck: That’s what ah’m talkin’ bout. Jeb is gon’ work hisself into fightin’ shape one way or another…
And fade.
~~~
Ah don’t wanna do dis. Ah swear ta jeebus, ah am shit scared a you TK. An ah am not just blwin’ smoke up ya ass man. Last week ya jumped me an beat ten shades a shit outta me. Now ah have ta go out there an fight ya again!?
Who tha fuck though that was a good idea!?
Ah swear if ah find out that Spencer put youse guys up ta dis ah’m gonna cause some mayhem.
Look, TK, ah ain’t got no beef wit you man. Y’all wanna be runnin around like some freaky clown? Cool bro! You do you man! It ain’t mah business if you wanna scare tha livin’ shit outta people, lord knows ya done scared that shit outta me!
Ah mean, it’s a good thing ah wore brown last week, y’know what ah’m sayin’?
Thing is though man, ah ain’t nobodies punchin’ bag ya follow? Ah ain’t gonna stand there and let ya punch me. Like a bag….y’know? Like a...punchin’ ...bag…..ah guess that was what ah meant by punchin; bag. ANYWAY! Ah’m gonna fight back, is what ah’m tryin’; ta say. Ah’m gonna take everythin’ ah have against clowns out on you TK, ah’m gonna take years of regression out on you, ah’m gonna take years of horrible nasty pranks mah brothers have played on me out on you…
An that fuckin’ film IT….fuck me, that’s goin’ on your shoulders too.
Thing is TK? Ah might not be tha best rassler on the planet, far from it, ah ain’t got tha skills like Bucky….but this ain’t gonna be a rasslin’ match is it? This is goin’ be a tables match….this is goin’ be a fight...an it’s goin’ be mah pleasure to get some sweet redneck revenge for last week, and put your painted up face through some fuckin’ plywood.
Yeah. Jeb done found himself a spine.
…..ah hope.
Well howdy there pardner.