Post by Bradshaw on Nov 25, 2012 14:46:59 GMT -6
As we return from commercial, we hear the sound of a can opening. Smoke can be seen lingering through the air, as the camera focuses on a filing cabinet that has a sticker slapped on the side that reads, "APA". As the camera pans over, we look on at Faarooq and Bradshaw, who are drinking beer, smoking cigars, and playing poker.
Bradshaw: Fold...
Faarooq: I'll be DAMNED! Look at this hand?
Faarooq shows Bradshaw his stacked hand of cards, and Bradshaw slaps the table with laughter, knocking off a couple of empty beer cans. As Faarooq gathers the cards he begins to shuffle them. From off camera, a knock can be heard. The APA look over at their door, only to see Vince McMahon standing there.
Faarooq: Come in...
Vince opens the door and steps into their makeshift office.
Mr. McMahon: Guys... I don't know if you saw earlier or not, but you've got a match tonight.
Bradshaw: Do what?
Faarooq: When the hell were you gonna tell us this, huh?
Mr. McMahon: Well... Ted DiBiase is back on the roster, and well... he asked me to put him against the toughest tag team I could find. So... I picked you guys!
Faarooq: You picked us, huh? So you want us to go rough up that silver spoon fed punk, McMahon?
Mr. McMahon: Uhh, yeah. I want you to make him wish he never got his job back. Got it?
Bradshaw: Woah, woah, woah... hold it there, McMahon. We're not giving anyone a beat down unless we get something. So what's it gonna be, Vince?
Mr. McMahon: What do you want? Money? A title shot? Some ladies?
Bradshaw crushes a beer can with his hand and tosses it to Vince's feet.
Bradshaw: We need some beer money, Vince.
Faarooq: That's right. We're running low on brew, McMahon.
Mr. McMahon: Alright... I'll get you all the beer you need.
Bradshaw and Faarooq both stand up with their cigars in their mouths.
Faarooq: If it's an ass whoopin' he wants... then it'll be an ass whoopin' he gets.
Bradshaw and Faarooq push past Vince, as they head out for their match.
Bradshaw: Fold...
Faarooq: I'll be DAMNED! Look at this hand?
Faarooq shows Bradshaw his stacked hand of cards, and Bradshaw slaps the table with laughter, knocking off a couple of empty beer cans. As Faarooq gathers the cards he begins to shuffle them. From off camera, a knock can be heard. The APA look over at their door, only to see Vince McMahon standing there.
Faarooq: Come in...
Vince opens the door and steps into their makeshift office.
Mr. McMahon: Guys... I don't know if you saw earlier or not, but you've got a match tonight.
Bradshaw: Do what?
Faarooq: When the hell were you gonna tell us this, huh?
Mr. McMahon: Well... Ted DiBiase is back on the roster, and well... he asked me to put him against the toughest tag team I could find. So... I picked you guys!
Faarooq: You picked us, huh? So you want us to go rough up that silver spoon fed punk, McMahon?
Mr. McMahon: Uhh, yeah. I want you to make him wish he never got his job back. Got it?
Bradshaw: Woah, woah, woah... hold it there, McMahon. We're not giving anyone a beat down unless we get something. So what's it gonna be, Vince?
Mr. McMahon: What do you want? Money? A title shot? Some ladies?
Bradshaw crushes a beer can with his hand and tosses it to Vince's feet.
Bradshaw: We need some beer money, Vince.
Faarooq: That's right. We're running low on brew, McMahon.
Mr. McMahon: Alright... I'll get you all the beer you need.
Bradshaw and Faarooq both stand up with their cigars in their mouths.
Faarooq: If it's an ass whoopin' he wants... then it'll be an ass whoopin' he gets.
Bradshaw and Faarooq push past Vince, as they head out for their match.
