RFW: Good Enemies, Better Friends? (Francisco Brothers vs. Blaze/Max Silk)

[Silly Puddy]

We return from commercial, as the sounds of "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" blare over the PA. Max is still not 100%, as he's still got taped ribs and a noticable limp. However, he seems to be enjoying the sudden adulation of the fans, who seems to have a sudden respect for Max's guts and character. And the guys think Sally's a POA. The following dialogue between our commentators takes place as the lovebirds head toward the ring.


Jim Ross: Welcome back, folks, and I guess we're about to here from man they call "The Smooth Operator" Max Silk.

Paul Heyman: Who's they, Ross?

JR: Well, you used to love the guy, Paul. You couldn't stop talking about how "handsome" he is.

PH: Me? You must be thinking of someone else. I've never liked this moron who thinks he's God's gift to women.

JR: Well what a surprise. Now that Max Silk is on "The Boss's" hit list, you can't stand him. What a kiss-ass you are.

PH: You should think twice before you talk that way about the great Mr. Puchiello.


Max Silk: (in the ring with a microphone) Ladies, Do Ya Think I'mmmmmmmmmmmmm.......Sex-Ay?


The crowd cheers, though oddly it seems the guys are screaming as much as the women. Of course, one person thinks otherwise...

PH: NO!

JR: Will you shut up. He's having some fun out there.

PH: At our expense!


MS: Well, Big Poochie, I guess after Sunday Bloody Sunday, you can say we're even. (crowd cheers) Hope you enjoyed getting out-smarted by a "wrestler". Of course, for those who haven't heard, our beloved boss has set up a tag team match this weekend, putting his "handy-men" (he makes a jerking-off motion as he says this, drawing laughs and hoots from the crowd), the Francisco Butt-Brothers, against yours truly, Max Silk, and...(suddenly a look of annoyance crosses Max's face) The Blaze. (Crowd cheers at hearing the name of their beloved commishioner). I gotta hand it to you, Poochie, you couldn't have given me a more "interesting" partner. So I think it's a good idea if we set the record straight. (The following is said with a lot of sarcasm) Hey, "Mr. Commishioner", get your wrinkly old ass out here!


We wait for a few minutes until the music starts. The crowd pops huge as Bobby Washington, "The Blaze", hits the ring. He's still worse for wear from the beating he took from S.S. Byrd two weeks ago, as his ribs are taped and his arm is still in a sling. He heads to the ring with a very interested look on his face, as obviously he wants to find out what's on his new tag-team partner's mind.


Max Silk: Wow, you made good time for a guy your age (The Blaze laughs this comment off). Listen, don't think for one minute that I've forgotten about how you screwed me out of the tournament. If you think everythings all rosy after our little "chat" at the hospital, then you really aren't thinking at all. So I'll be perfectly clear, in case those cauliflower ears of yours have trouble hearing me. I don't LIKE you, I don't FORGIVE you, and I don't ant to TEAM with you. But if they're one thing I want right now more than anything else, it's the chance to hurt the boss. And if that means having you as a tag team partner, then that's what it'll have to be. But we still have "issues", Blaze, and those don't go away after this Sunday.


Max Silk gives the microphone to The Blaze. The crowd cheers as they await to here what The Blaze has to say.


BW: Silk, unlike you, I have no desire to repeat myself. I've said my peace to you, and you can do with that what you want. If you wanna settle in the ring someday, then I'm more that happy to oblige. But like you, I've got something more important on my mind. Tony Puchiello hired me to be the commishioner of the RFW. At that time, he told me I'd be the authority on all matches and tournaments. Well, as we can all see, Tony Puchiello is nothing more that a lying son-of-a-bitch! (Crowd cheers, Max and Sally nod slightly in agreement). So, Boss, I've got something for you. Max Silk and I may not get along, but something tells me there

[PanterA]

*Erik Newberg stands in front of an oak door with a gold name plate on it that reads Mr.Pochiello RFW owner. Erik knocks lightly on the door.*

Erik: "Hee he hello...m m m Mr. Pochiello? May I do my interview now?"

MR.P: "Did you get my espresso?"

Erik: *holding a Starbucks bag* "Right here sir."

Mr.P: "Then come in...*as Erik gets closer* For Christ's sake will you wipe your face, you have powered donut all over your mouth!"

Erik: "ss sorry sir *wiping his mouth with his tie* how's th th th th that?"

Mr.P: "Just do your interview you fat stuttering prick ya I have more important things to do and quite frankly I cant stand looking at your disgusting body."

Erik: "r r rrright, wwwwell I'm just looking to get your response to what Max Silk had to say earlier."

Mr.P: "Ahh yes Max Silk...the balding man with the trophy girl friend. Well, you attacked your tag team partner. Way to go genius! Who do you think you're going to tag when your in the ring getting your ass kicked? The Blaze? The man that you attacked from behind? The Blaze is a legend in this business and you assault him like a no good back stabbing pussy?! Well, if I know Bobby like I think I do...he's not one to take a thing like that lightly."

Erik: "a a a and wh wh what about how they both w w want 5 minutes in the r r rrring with you?"

Mr.P: "God damn Erik you're drooling on my desk!"

Erik: "s s ssssorry" *wipes his chin with his sleeve*

Mr.P: "What did you ask? I couldn't get past how disturbing you are to look at?"

Erik: "a a aaabout how Max and Bobby want a chance to fight you"

Mr.P: "Ahh yes well I am a business man.."

*Erik does a spit take*

Mr.P: *gives Erik an angry glare* "BUT! I have been known for my right hook. I used to box when I was a teen. So I tell you what *looking straight into the camera* Max, Bobby you want a piece of me? Well, I tell you what We have our very first Pay Per View coming up in 2 weeks so I tell you what. If you 2 can somehow work as a team this Sunday and beat The Fransico Brothers this week. Then next week on our very first PPV "Consequence" Max Silk will face Bobby The Blaze Washington in a 15 foot steel cage, the first person once we have a winner, meaning the first man out of the cage...will get there chance to go one on one with me Anthony Pochiello THAT VERY NIGHT! That's right, we'll raise the cage and the winner will get 5 minute to rumble with the great and powerful owner of RFW, right then and there!"

Erik: "w w wwwait th th that's not very fair I mean how can anyone manage to face a n n nnew f fffresh oppp opponent right after a cage match?"

Mr.P: "Who said anything about being fair? Oh fine, if by any chance the winner does pin me with in the 5 minutes allotted, then that person will be #1 contender for the IC belt the following Sunday on Sunday Bloody Sunday. How's that for fair you fat waste product?! Now get out of my office I have business you take care of! out out out OUT!!"

Erik: "y y yyyyes sss ss ssir."

*Erik gets up as quickly as he can knocking a few things over in his clumsiness and trips his way out of the office the camera goes black when Erik trips and lands on top of the camera man.*

http://www.kent.wednet.edu/pcpow/questions/calc/reindeer7/sleigh.gifI crush the rush. I rule you fool.

[Silly Puddy]

Scene: The Whatley Memorial Auditorium in Pinellis Park, FL. JR and Paul Heyman have just gotten back from commercial, and are about to speak with The Smooth Operator, Max Silk.

The first sight we see as we gte back is Max Silk staring intently into the camera. Sally Diamond is by his side as usual.


JR: we're about to talk to Max Silk this Sunday's tag match. Max, the boss Mr. Pochiello has modified the challenge you and the Blaze threw out. Now if you guys win, you're forced to wrestle each other in a cage match, and only the winner of that match can get 5 minutes with Mr. Pochiello that same night. First off, what's your response to the new stipulations.


Max Silk: JR, all I can say is for once, Big Poochie did something to make me happy. Now all I have to do is make sure that old coot doesn't screw things up this Sunday. Because once the Butt-Brothers go down, I can get my hands on not only "The Commish", but then I can punk out the boss and get that title shot I deserve.

JR: That's right, he did say that if the cage match winner pins him within 5 minutes, that man becomes the No. 1 Contender for the RFW championship. But before any of that happens, there's a lot of doubt about you and the Blaze functioning as a team. Care to comment on that.

MS: Look, "The Blaze" is my partner in name only. As far as I'm concerned, he's just some guy standing in my corner taking up space. I have no interest in trusting him with the stakes this high. So as long as he lets me take care of business, the Franciscos will go down.


Just then, Bobby Washington, The Blaze, comes into view, and gets right into Max's face. He grabs the microphone from Max, who looks back at him first in surprise and then in fury.


BW: Silk, whether you like it or not, you DO have a partner this Sunday. And I have just as much on the line here as you. There's a possible title shot down the road, and I may be old, but I can still kiss some ass, and I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. I suggest you recognize that the best way to take down the Franciscos is as a TEAM. Because if we beat them this Sunday, then we can finally settle our differences in the cage match.


MS: As long as you don't screw me over again against the Boss's goons, we'll be fine.

They have a stare-down for a few seconds, and then both start to retreat, when....


BW: (turning back toward Max Silk), Oh, one more thing.


As Max turns around, The Blaze lets loose with Fists of Fury. After knocking Max down with a series of punches, he throws Max into the wall. As Max staggers back to his feet, the Blaze slaps on his classic COBRA CLUTCH. Max is trying to fight it, but looks to be giving in, as Sally is screaming at The Blaze to let go of her man. After a few punches and slaps from Sally, The Blaze releases the hold, and Max crumples to the ground, practically out cold.


BW: (grabbing the microphone as Sally tends to Max) We're even.


The Blaze dumos the microphone and walks away, as Sally yells generic angry grips in his direction while checking on her guy. Max is slowly coming to his feet, and gives a menacing, untrustworthy stare in the Blaze's direction.


JR: (in the background as the camera stays with Max and Sally) Good God, this is not good.

PH: I think it's VERY good. Very good for the Great Mr. Pochiello, that is.

JR: Can these guys POSSIBLY get it together this Sunday!


fade to commercial.



I think, therefore I am..............a moron.