Saunter with Coco and GD w/ special guest MRC
- Thread starter Mr. TM
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Coco, I've got a part to offer you. Nothing to really get your teeth stuck into yet, but I'm thinking about a Vince McMahon biopic. I'm thinking you can play Spike Dudley. He'll have some great lines, trust me. Anyway, my first scene. Tell me what you think:
Some pictures of Cody with belt. You know, so y'all don't have to go picture-fishing on WWE.com. Nightmare.
INT. CODY RHODES' LOCKER ROOM
CODY is sat in a chair and fiddling with his Blackberry - presumably texting hot bitches. Suddenly, someone raps on the door; loud, booming, rapid, urgent. Before Cody can even respond, the door bursts open. VINCE MCMAHON bursts in, wearing only a bright pink jacket. His face is red and he's clearly agitated. 'Big Earl' swings lazily in front of Cody's face.
VINCE: Cody! CODY!
Cody stands up from his chair, presumably not enjoying having Big Earl dangling directly in front of his face.
CODY: Vince, what is it? You need me to take a title off another black man?
VINCE: What? No! And I told you already; I thought Zeke just had a deep tan, otherwise I would have never let him near that title to begin with.
CODY: For sure. For sure. Well, uh, what is it then?
VINCE (massaging Big Earl): I was just looking at the script for tonight. You know what my son-in-law's gone and done?
CODY: No, what?
VINCE (fondling his nipples): Something I wouldn't have done, the piece of shit. It's going to tank, Cody, and tank hard. We need-- we need--
CODY: To live off the past.
VINCE (fondling Cody's nipples): To live off the past! Exactly. I knew you'd understand, Cody.
CODY: My dad's polka dot costume is two states away, Vince. Besides, I'm not sure how I'd fit into it.
VINCE: Don't worry - I have just the thing. I had three hundred grand to burn the other day and, uh, well--
Vince snaps his fingers. A gimp, clad head to toe in leather, shuffles into the room, holding a brand new intercontinental title. It's bright white; resplendent, gorgeous. He hands it to Vince before shuffling back out of the room.
CODY: Genius. Good thing you thought of this. The WWE is at its weakest point yet. Living off old ideas like this - that's what'll save us.
VINCE (erect): I know, right?
Cody and Vince stare longingly at each other. Vince begins to lean in. Fade to black.
Alternatively, you could think of this as just something neat that feeds into Cody's character. His whole obsession with the appearance of things, you know? It's just a sexy belt. Cody's a great wrestler. This is all pretty cool. No need to read too much into it.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Good lord, who wrote that roleplay? That was pretty epic.
Uncle Phatso
Mid-Card Championship Winner
Well Sam, if you wanna just fuck around and Roleplay the door is allways open. I'm not on creative, but I would love to see you join up. That was a really good roleplay.
I'm not sure. In terms of sheer anatomy, I think our good friend Northern California can play Big Earl.
Wicked Valentine
Bight Me
how are you doing today, hotness?
Wicked Valentine
Bight Me
Super duper! My mom just picked me up early and im goin' to get my bro.
HALLELUYAH ITS THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!
HALLELUYAH ITS THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!
I've mellowed a bit in the past year. So even though the show has the same problems I've felt have been more apparent over the last couple years, I was able to look past it a bit and just enjoy the episode for what it was. I don't know how many serial killers this city has or if anyone actually cares about Batista and LaGuerta, I don't feel there's any threat to Dexter, but I can definitely sit back and enjoy when the show plays up the socially-awkward Dex. I'll have to see more to know if the problems with the repetitive formula are still there, but I have no reason to think they're not. So color me as still miffed about how ball-less a pay-cable drama about a serial killer can be.
What did you think of it? Ready for Breaking Bad to show Dexter how it's done on Sunday?
So, how about these black tally marks on my arm? Ominous and threatening, no?
Wouldn't be if trained soldiers could shoot aliens which don't even understand how to take cover. Amy Pond, though - she'll wipe them out by the dozen.
