Post by Dusty on Aug 21, 2010 21:04:30 GMT -5
*Scene opens with Big Bubba Olson in a room.*
Bubba: Really, thats it? Thats all the intro I get.
*Yea...so?*
Bubba: I mean really Mr. Narrator....thats the stage you want to set?
*Less is more man.*
Bubba: I doubt that. Look at me, do you think I live by the motto of less is more? How are we supposed to tell a good story here if you give me a lackluster performance here?
*Just becasue I didn't say a lot doesn't mean the quality is bad. THink about it Bubba, how about the whole, "For Sale, Child's shoes. Never worn." thing.*
Bubba: What are you babbling about?
*I am just showing you that a good storry can be told with simple words and descriptions.*
Bubba: Yea...I don't speak the Spanish, so I am just going to monolouge it. Becuase right now, you are like...the Stephen Callaway of narrators.
*That hurts man. That cut me deep.*
Bubba: You'll get over it. But seriously. I have a match agasnit Stephen Callaway. A guy who always has an angle. A guy who says the word PRIDE in a promo way too much. I mean, I once used the word weiner in a promo like 15 times, but that was on a dare. But Stephen, I dare you sir, to step into the ring with the Fat One.
*Thats a pretty crappy catchphrase too.*
Bubba: What is?
*Calling yourself the Fat One.Uh, hello, the Rock called, he wants his gimmick back.*
Bubba: Uh Hello.....Wayne Gretzky had the name first. Now get back in your cage.
* I dont have a cage*
Bubba: You will if you give me any more lip. As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted....Steve-O, I want you to look at this body of mine. This 400 pound behemoth of man that stands before, wants to tell you one simple thing.
I don't have any angles.....its all round and sexy here babycakes.
Thats right Mr. Pride in my appearance....this fatty and all the Fattys out there are going to step into that ring with you and slap you silly until that pride you so often speak of is replaced by a real fear of never walking again. I am talking 2200 pounds of pressure come crashing down on you. I am talking millions......AND MILLIONS......of
*Millions of what? Millions of your fans?*
Bubba: No I was going to say millions of pounds of the Fattys roaring and chanting my name between bites of their cheeseburgers. I was going to also mention to Stephanie here that its probably not a good idea to make fun of fat people when you think about how the majority of wrestling fans are they themselves...overweight. Which is fine, more Fattys for me when I lead my Fatty Army.
*Do you think it is really a big deal he called you and your fans fat? I mean, its just a heel tactic of getting heat.*
Bubba: Hey...all I am saying is that my fans are improtant to me. You don't see me talking trash about all four of his fans, do you?
*I see what you did there.*
Bubba If you saw that, take a look at this.
*Bubba does the running man, then leaps onto the floor and does the worm.*
Bubba: I got moves baby. I aint just a pretty face. I mean, I do have a pretty face....but besides that, Step-on-me, I am good enough, I am smart enough, and dog goniit, people like me. You have never been in the ring with anything like Big Bubba Olson. With my super speed, god-like strength, dashing good looks, and the Fattys behind me, nothing can stop me.
Hows that for an angle?
*You done?*
Bubba: Yea I think so.
*Good. I cannot wait until Emma comes back and you don't have to talk to me anymore in these role plays.*
Bubba: DUDE!!! Spoiler alert man. What are you thinking.
Bubba: Really, thats it? Thats all the intro I get.
*Yea...so?*
Bubba: I mean really Mr. Narrator....thats the stage you want to set?
*Less is more man.*
Bubba: I doubt that. Look at me, do you think I live by the motto of less is more? How are we supposed to tell a good story here if you give me a lackluster performance here?
*Just becasue I didn't say a lot doesn't mean the quality is bad. THink about it Bubba, how about the whole, "For Sale, Child's shoes. Never worn." thing.*
Bubba: What are you babbling about?
*I am just showing you that a good storry can be told with simple words and descriptions.*
Bubba: Yea...I don't speak the Spanish, so I am just going to monolouge it. Becuase right now, you are like...the Stephen Callaway of narrators.
*That hurts man. That cut me deep.*
Bubba: You'll get over it. But seriously. I have a match agasnit Stephen Callaway. A guy who always has an angle. A guy who says the word PRIDE in a promo way too much. I mean, I once used the word weiner in a promo like 15 times, but that was on a dare. But Stephen, I dare you sir, to step into the ring with the Fat One.
*Thats a pretty crappy catchphrase too.*
Bubba: What is?
*Calling yourself the Fat One.Uh, hello, the Rock called, he wants his gimmick back.*
Bubba: Uh Hello.....Wayne Gretzky had the name first. Now get back in your cage.
* I dont have a cage*
Bubba: You will if you give me any more lip. As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted....Steve-O, I want you to look at this body of mine. This 400 pound behemoth of man that stands before, wants to tell you one simple thing.
I don't have any angles.....its all round and sexy here babycakes.
Thats right Mr. Pride in my appearance....this fatty and all the Fattys out there are going to step into that ring with you and slap you silly until that pride you so often speak of is replaced by a real fear of never walking again. I am talking 2200 pounds of pressure come crashing down on you. I am talking millions......AND MILLIONS......of
*Millions of what? Millions of your fans?*
Bubba: No I was going to say millions of pounds of the Fattys roaring and chanting my name between bites of their cheeseburgers. I was going to also mention to Stephanie here that its probably not a good idea to make fun of fat people when you think about how the majority of wrestling fans are they themselves...overweight. Which is fine, more Fattys for me when I lead my Fatty Army.
*Do you think it is really a big deal he called you and your fans fat? I mean, its just a heel tactic of getting heat.*
Bubba: Hey...all I am saying is that my fans are improtant to me. You don't see me talking trash about all four of his fans, do you?
*I see what you did there.*
Bubba If you saw that, take a look at this.
*Bubba does the running man, then leaps onto the floor and does the worm.*
Bubba: I got moves baby. I aint just a pretty face. I mean, I do have a pretty face....but besides that, Step-on-me, I am good enough, I am smart enough, and dog goniit, people like me. You have never been in the ring with anything like Big Bubba Olson. With my super speed, god-like strength, dashing good looks, and the Fattys behind me, nothing can stop me.
Hows that for an angle?
*You done?*
Bubba: Yea I think so.
*Good. I cannot wait until Emma comes back and you don't have to talk to me anymore in these role plays.*
Bubba: DUDE!!! Spoiler alert man. What are you thinking.
