Post by Zelda on Jun 11, 2013 20:55:52 GMT -5
[We open up with a very annoyed looking Adam knite standing with his sister, Zelda obviously, in an odd clothing store that is filled with glittering feather boas and spandex. Adam rubs the side of his head as Zelda looks through some racks of clothes.]
Adam: I’m going to regret this... but why are we here, it looks like Macho Man Randy Savage’s wardrobe exploded in here.
Zelda: Look, I need to find some arm tassels and this is the only store around that sells vintage 1980’s wrestling attire.
[Adam nods his head and leans back in the chair that he’s sitting in... before he suddenly springs back forward and stares at his sister in disbelief.]
Adam: Wait... that doesn’t explain anything!
Zelda: It’s for me and Roxi’s tag team, we’ve decided that we’re going to be vintage wrestling superstars, see it fits perfectly because we’re both huge geeks and both love wrestling.
Adam: You and Roxi formed a tag team?
Zelda: Duh.
Adam: When did this happen?
Zelda: Didn’t you see the cards for CPW? Me and Roxi are teaming up.
Adam: That doesn’t mean you’re a tag team
Zelda: Of course it does silly... we wouldn’t be booked as a tag team if we weren’t a tag team, her and I are like best friends now or something. We’re going to form the Neon Chic Express tag team.
Adam: No, i’m pretty sure they just booked you that way because that’s what companies do on occasion force two people who are going to face each other soon to team together.
Zelda: Somebody sounds a little Jelly.
Adam: You’re not a team.
Zelda: Sure we are.
Adam: How so?
Zelda: We’re booked as a team, we’re a team!
Adam: For one night!
Zelda: For like, ever.
Adam: Does she know?
Zelda: She’ll find out when she sees I bought this for her to wear.
[Zelda, almost as if from hammer space, pulls out and holds up a golden glittery rob with a feathered neckline. She turns it around and on the back it reads “Neon Chic Express Roxi Johnson” and looks very pleased with herself. Adam face palms before he looks back up at his sister and tries to explain this again.]
Adam: First... Just because you bought her a rob doesn’t mean she’s going to go with this ridiculous idea of being a throwback 80’s tag team... second... doesn’t “Chic” specifically go against the whole idea of being “vintage?”
Zelda: precisely. That’s the perfect irony of it.
Adam: Ugh... Look Zelda I don’t think this is a good idea. Why don’t you just think about focusing on the match at the pay per view and don’t bother yourself with this crazy 80’s tag team idea. You can put a lot more effort into one thing if you’re not trying to focus on several others at the same time.
[Zelda acts as if she’s thinking this advice over and considering it. She nods her head and extends her arm for a handshake.]
Zelda: yeah, you’re right... it was foolish of me to think that I could be a vintage 1980’s professional wrestler, thanks for showing me the way.
[Adam stands up and extends his hand to his sister, but she quickly throws her free hand up and pokes him right in the eyes. Adam steps back and rubs his face in pain as she tries to see her, angrily.]
Zelda: WOOOO! Tell me I can’t be an 80’s superstar again. I dare you.
Adam: Dammit Zelda... that hurt!
Zelda: Just feel lucky I didn’t give you the Bionic Elbow!
Zelda: Excuse me, but where are your arm tassels?
Lady: Oh right over there on aisle three.
Zelda: Score! I’ll be right back Adam, wait here! Oh yeah... I always picked us out a theme... check it.
[Zelda sprints off after she puts her iphone down on the table in front of Adam. We fade to black as the song begins to play and Adam just recovers his eye sight enough to cock an eyebrow at the music playing.]
Adam: I’m going to regret this... but why are we here, it looks like Macho Man Randy Savage’s wardrobe exploded in here.
Zelda: Look, I need to find some arm tassels and this is the only store around that sells vintage 1980’s wrestling attire.
[Adam nods his head and leans back in the chair that he’s sitting in... before he suddenly springs back forward and stares at his sister in disbelief.]
Adam: Wait... that doesn’t explain anything!
Zelda: It’s for me and Roxi’s tag team, we’ve decided that we’re going to be vintage wrestling superstars, see it fits perfectly because we’re both huge geeks and both love wrestling.
Adam: You and Roxi formed a tag team?
Zelda: Duh.
Adam: When did this happen?
Zelda: Didn’t you see the cards for CPW? Me and Roxi are teaming up.
Adam: That doesn’t mean you’re a tag team
Zelda: Of course it does silly... we wouldn’t be booked as a tag team if we weren’t a tag team, her and I are like best friends now or something. We’re going to form the Neon Chic Express tag team.
Adam: No, i’m pretty sure they just booked you that way because that’s what companies do on occasion force two people who are going to face each other soon to team together.
Zelda: Somebody sounds a little Jelly.
Adam: You’re not a team.
Zelda: Sure we are.
Adam: How so?
Zelda: We’re booked as a team, we’re a team!
Adam: For one night!
Zelda: For like, ever.
Adam: Does she know?
Zelda: She’ll find out when she sees I bought this for her to wear.
[Zelda, almost as if from hammer space, pulls out and holds up a golden glittery rob with a feathered neckline. She turns it around and on the back it reads “Neon Chic Express Roxi Johnson” and looks very pleased with herself. Adam face palms before he looks back up at his sister and tries to explain this again.]
Adam: First... Just because you bought her a rob doesn’t mean she’s going to go with this ridiculous idea of being a throwback 80’s tag team... second... doesn’t “Chic” specifically go against the whole idea of being “vintage?”
Zelda: precisely. That’s the perfect irony of it.
Adam: Ugh... Look Zelda I don’t think this is a good idea. Why don’t you just think about focusing on the match at the pay per view and don’t bother yourself with this crazy 80’s tag team idea. You can put a lot more effort into one thing if you’re not trying to focus on several others at the same time.
[Zelda acts as if she’s thinking this advice over and considering it. She nods her head and extends her arm for a handshake.]
Zelda: yeah, you’re right... it was foolish of me to think that I could be a vintage 1980’s professional wrestler, thanks for showing me the way.
[Adam stands up and extends his hand to his sister, but she quickly throws her free hand up and pokes him right in the eyes. Adam steps back and rubs his face in pain as she tries to see her, angrily.]
Zelda: WOOOO! Tell me I can’t be an 80’s superstar again. I dare you.
Adam: Dammit Zelda... that hurt!
Zelda: Just feel lucky I didn’t give you the Bionic Elbow!
Zelda: Excuse me, but where are your arm tassels?
Lady: Oh right over there on aisle three.
Zelda: Score! I’ll be right back Adam, wait here! Oh yeah... I always picked us out a theme... check it.
[Zelda sprints off after she puts her iphone down on the table in front of Adam. We fade to black as the song begins to play and Adam just recovers his eye sight enough to cock an eyebrow at the music playing.]
