Silly Puddy
12-20-2001, 09:00 PM
Scene: The whatley Memorial Auditorium in Pinellis Park, FL.
"Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" blares over the speakers, and the crowd pops for the appearance of The Smooth Operator, Max Silk, and his lovely leading lady, Sally Diamond. Max has a bandage on his forehead from the chairshot delivered by The Blaze at the end of their tag team victory over the Fransico Brothers.
JR: That music can mean only one thing. And I don't know about you, Paul, but I'm very interested to here Max Silk's feelings about not only what happened last Sunday at the hands of The Blaze, but also this Sunday's cage match against our commishioner.
PH: You've gotta wonder, Ross, what's going on in the mind of Max Silk. He cracks the owner, Mr. Pochiello in the head with a chair, onyl to have The Blaze return the favor.
JR: It's a very strange situation indeed.
Max Silk: Ladies, Do Ya ...., sorry, but I'm just NOT in the mood tonight. I;ve never said those words before, have I Sally? (Sally shakes her head, but is obviously a little taken aback by Max's rather morose tone). You see, people, last Sunday, I was somehow able to, for the most part, put my personal differences aside with "our beloved commishioner", Bobby Washington (the crowd pops), and carry his ass to victory over the Goomba Brothers. I even got a chance to put about 20 stitches into the head of Big Poochie himself. (crowd cheers in approval). But suddenly, after putting the bossman in his place, my "tag-team partner" decides to put 20 stitches in MY head with a cheap-shot chairshot.
(Max is pacing around the ring, obviously in thought. Sally is visibly concerned)
MS: Blaze, I got a few questions for you. First of all, for a guy who supposedly spent his whole career as supposedly a man of fair play, you sure proved an interesting time to turn into a backstabbing, sneak-attacking son-of-a-bitch. I'm wondering, since I'm not old enough to remember seeing you wrestle (the crowd is mixed with laughs and boos), I was wondering if that's how you won all your previous matches? I'm also wondering, just how much of an ass-kisser you are? You talked about being so exicted to get a chance to fight The Big Poochie. Yet I'm starting to wonder if that's just a big con? Maybe you and the boss are actually a lot closer than you lead on? In fact, I think this whole "tag team" idea might be just some stunt you put together with Poochie. I thought you were a man of principles, a man of pride. Well I think you proved to everybody what your true colors are. So Blaze, this Sunday in the cage, I've not just gonna beat you. I'm not just gonna leave you a bloody mess like you did to me. I'm gonna take that old, decrepit, back-stabbing, ass-kissing body of yours, and I'm gonna beat the life out of you. You wanna try and play head-games with me? You wanna try and out-smart me? Blaze, when it comes to talent, when it comes to smarts, and when it comes to pride, you're way outta your league. And once I'm done with "The Commishioner, I'm gonna use all of those five minutes to beat the holy hell out of you, Big Poochie. And once we get near that 5 minute mark, boss, you're shoulders are gonna be counted down 1-2-3, and I'm getting my chance to get my hands on S.S. Byrd for that Intercontinental belt. And don't think I've forgotten about you, Byrd-man. Your time is coming, I promise you. But first things first. Blaze, Poochie, (to the fans) you know the drill by now, don't you? Blaze, Poochie, you can't BE me, and you can't BEAT me. See you in the cage, bitch.
Max and Sally leave the ring. The crowd response to his comments about the popular commishioner are very mixed to say the least.
JR: My god, Paul. Those are pretty heavy accusations to be making about our commishioner, Paul.
PH: It's an interesting idea, Ross. Why DID the Blaze choose to attack Max Silk right after Silk attacked Mr. Pochiello. Maybe that old goat is smarter than I thought he was.
JR: I'm sorry, nut I can't believe a man like Bobby Washington would compromise h
"Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" blares over the speakers, and the crowd pops for the appearance of The Smooth Operator, Max Silk, and his lovely leading lady, Sally Diamond. Max has a bandage on his forehead from the chairshot delivered by The Blaze at the end of their tag team victory over the Fransico Brothers.
JR: That music can mean only one thing. And I don't know about you, Paul, but I'm very interested to here Max Silk's feelings about not only what happened last Sunday at the hands of The Blaze, but also this Sunday's cage match against our commishioner.
PH: You've gotta wonder, Ross, what's going on in the mind of Max Silk. He cracks the owner, Mr. Pochiello in the head with a chair, onyl to have The Blaze return the favor.
JR: It's a very strange situation indeed.
Max Silk: Ladies, Do Ya ...., sorry, but I'm just NOT in the mood tonight. I;ve never said those words before, have I Sally? (Sally shakes her head, but is obviously a little taken aback by Max's rather morose tone). You see, people, last Sunday, I was somehow able to, for the most part, put my personal differences aside with "our beloved commishioner", Bobby Washington (the crowd pops), and carry his ass to victory over the Goomba Brothers. I even got a chance to put about 20 stitches into the head of Big Poochie himself. (crowd cheers in approval). But suddenly, after putting the bossman in his place, my "tag-team partner" decides to put 20 stitches in MY head with a cheap-shot chairshot.
(Max is pacing around the ring, obviously in thought. Sally is visibly concerned)
MS: Blaze, I got a few questions for you. First of all, for a guy who supposedly spent his whole career as supposedly a man of fair play, you sure proved an interesting time to turn into a backstabbing, sneak-attacking son-of-a-bitch. I'm wondering, since I'm not old enough to remember seeing you wrestle (the crowd is mixed with laughs and boos), I was wondering if that's how you won all your previous matches? I'm also wondering, just how much of an ass-kisser you are? You talked about being so exicted to get a chance to fight The Big Poochie. Yet I'm starting to wonder if that's just a big con? Maybe you and the boss are actually a lot closer than you lead on? In fact, I think this whole "tag team" idea might be just some stunt you put together with Poochie. I thought you were a man of principles, a man of pride. Well I think you proved to everybody what your true colors are. So Blaze, this Sunday in the cage, I've not just gonna beat you. I'm not just gonna leave you a bloody mess like you did to me. I'm gonna take that old, decrepit, back-stabbing, ass-kissing body of yours, and I'm gonna beat the life out of you. You wanna try and play head-games with me? You wanna try and out-smart me? Blaze, when it comes to talent, when it comes to smarts, and when it comes to pride, you're way outta your league. And once I'm done with "The Commishioner, I'm gonna use all of those five minutes to beat the holy hell out of you, Big Poochie. And once we get near that 5 minute mark, boss, you're shoulders are gonna be counted down 1-2-3, and I'm getting my chance to get my hands on S.S. Byrd for that Intercontinental belt. And don't think I've forgotten about you, Byrd-man. Your time is coming, I promise you. But first things first. Blaze, Poochie, (to the fans) you know the drill by now, don't you? Blaze, Poochie, you can't BE me, and you can't BEAT me. See you in the cage, bitch.
Max and Sally leave the ring. The crowd response to his comments about the popular commishioner are very mixed to say the least.
JR: My god, Paul. Those are pretty heavy accusations to be making about our commishioner, Paul.
PH: It's an interesting idea, Ross. Why DID the Blaze choose to attack Max Silk right after Silk attacked Mr. Pochiello. Maybe that old goat is smarter than I thought he was.
JR: I'm sorry, nut I can't believe a man like Bobby Washington would compromise h