Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2019 7:50:36 GMT -8
The scene opens in the apartment of Keiji Sugiwara, Keiji sits comfortably on the couch, wearing a Bugs Bunny onesie. The TV in front of him can’t be seen, but the theme song from Duck Tales can clearly be heard. A knock on the door, disturbs the relaxed mood, and a confused Keiji glances towards the sound.
Keiji: It’s open, come in.
A slim man, with a mullet, a camouflage tank top, cut off jeans, and a pair of old work boots walks in. Keiji sees him enter, looks back to the TV, and then quickly looks back in the man’s direction.
Keiji: Bill, what are you doing here?
Bill Sabertooth takes a second to look at Keiji, clearly not getting just what was happening right now.
BS: Shit son, what the hell you doin right now? Ain’t you got you one of them matches to get ready for? You up in here, watchin you some cartoons. The fuck, man?
Keiji shrugs, and glances down at the mini fridge next to the couch. He pulls out a beer, and pops it open. With a cheeky grin, he replies.
Keiji: I’m also drinking, pull up some cushion bro.
Bill claps his hands together, and let’s out an elated yell. He starts towards the couch, and almost sits down when he stops himself from doing so. He points at Keiji, and mutters something along the lihnes of being tricked.
BS: Ya almost tricked me, but you got to wake up pretty darn early to pull the wool over Ol’ Bill Sabertooth’s eyes.
Keiji: I’ve been up since like four in the morning.
Bill wants to refute this, but it was a pretty solid argument in his opinion. “Damn, that is pretty early.” Bill exclaims, finally taking a seat next to Sugiwara. Keiji hands Bill the opened beer, and gets another for himself.
Keiji: Yeah, right?
Bill: Shit, son. Why didn’t you tell me you done had you a workout?
Keiji: Because I didn’t yet. This Disney plus is epic, dude. Has pretty much any Disney property you can fathom. Even some original content, have you seen The Mandalorian yet? So damn good!
BS: The fuck is this, some kind of plug for a streaming service?
Both men casually glance at the camera, a shit eating grin plastered across Keiji’s face.
Keiji: What, no. Just saying.
Bill stands up, and drags his friend up off of the couch. He gets in a fighting stance, and spurs The Last Emperor to come at him. Keiji shakes his head, just what the hell was this guy thinking, was the thought rolling through his head.
Keiji: Yeah, no. I want to get my security deposit back, i’m so not hitting you.
BS: C’mon, brother. You ain’t gonna hurt me none. If you’re afraid of the opposite, you just think what Tim’s gonna do. I know I wrestle also, but they told me I had the option of declaring myself independent. That shit right there, that’s American as fuck!
Keiji: Wait that’s not what that...and didn’t you play hockey before this? Dude, that’s pretty Canadian.
BS: The fuck!? You name me one good Canadian Hockey player, and I’ll give you fifty bucks right now!
Keiji: Wayne Gretzky….
BS: Nope, he’s great. I said good.
Keiji: So, because I named someone better than good, you’re not paying? Ok, fine, Sidney Crosby.
Bill begrudgingly takes out his wallet, and takes out a fifty. Keiji takes it, and laughs at the absurdity of the whole situation.
Keiji: Can’t believe you thought there were no good Canadian hockey players.
BS: Nah, there are a lot of em, I just weren’t banking on you knowing that. Now, you gonna hit me, or what?
Keiji: Fine, let’s hit up the gym.
Keiji walks towards the door, and grabs a pair of keys that were hanging up on a hook, Bill yells out to him, causing him to stop in his tracks. The Last Emperor turns to face The Coors Light Cyclone, as if to ask what it is he wanted. Bill points out his clothing, and Keiji just shrugs it off.
Keiji: I have a locker there, and it’s got my gear in it. We doing this or not, you were all fired up a minute ago.
BS: You’re a strange little fella, you know that?
The scene fades out, as the two men exit the apartment, presumably to work out at a nearby gym.
Keiji: It’s open, come in.
A slim man, with a mullet, a camouflage tank top, cut off jeans, and a pair of old work boots walks in. Keiji sees him enter, looks back to the TV, and then quickly looks back in the man’s direction.
Keiji: Bill, what are you doing here?
Bill Sabertooth takes a second to look at Keiji, clearly not getting just what was happening right now.
BS: Shit son, what the hell you doin right now? Ain’t you got you one of them matches to get ready for? You up in here, watchin you some cartoons. The fuck, man?
Keiji shrugs, and glances down at the mini fridge next to the couch. He pulls out a beer, and pops it open. With a cheeky grin, he replies.
Keiji: I’m also drinking, pull up some cushion bro.
Bill claps his hands together, and let’s out an elated yell. He starts towards the couch, and almost sits down when he stops himself from doing so. He points at Keiji, and mutters something along the lihnes of being tricked.
BS: Ya almost tricked me, but you got to wake up pretty darn early to pull the wool over Ol’ Bill Sabertooth’s eyes.
Keiji: I’ve been up since like four in the morning.
Bill wants to refute this, but it was a pretty solid argument in his opinion. “Damn, that is pretty early.” Bill exclaims, finally taking a seat next to Sugiwara. Keiji hands Bill the opened beer, and gets another for himself.
Keiji: Yeah, right?
Bill: Shit, son. Why didn’t you tell me you done had you a workout?
Keiji: Because I didn’t yet. This Disney plus is epic, dude. Has pretty much any Disney property you can fathom. Even some original content, have you seen The Mandalorian yet? So damn good!
BS: The fuck is this, some kind of plug for a streaming service?
Both men casually glance at the camera, a shit eating grin plastered across Keiji’s face.
Keiji: What, no. Just saying.
Bill stands up, and drags his friend up off of the couch. He gets in a fighting stance, and spurs The Last Emperor to come at him. Keiji shakes his head, just what the hell was this guy thinking, was the thought rolling through his head.
Keiji: Yeah, no. I want to get my security deposit back, i’m so not hitting you.
BS: C’mon, brother. You ain’t gonna hurt me none. If you’re afraid of the opposite, you just think what Tim’s gonna do. I know I wrestle also, but they told me I had the option of declaring myself independent. That shit right there, that’s American as fuck!
Keiji: Wait that’s not what that...and didn’t you play hockey before this? Dude, that’s pretty Canadian.
BS: The fuck!? You name me one good Canadian Hockey player, and I’ll give you fifty bucks right now!
Keiji: Wayne Gretzky….
BS: Nope, he’s great. I said good.
Keiji: So, because I named someone better than good, you’re not paying? Ok, fine, Sidney Crosby.
Bill begrudgingly takes out his wallet, and takes out a fifty. Keiji takes it, and laughs at the absurdity of the whole situation.
Keiji: Can’t believe you thought there were no good Canadian hockey players.
BS: Nah, there are a lot of em, I just weren’t banking on you knowing that. Now, you gonna hit me, or what?
Keiji: Fine, let’s hit up the gym.
Keiji walks towards the door, and grabs a pair of keys that were hanging up on a hook, Bill yells out to him, causing him to stop in his tracks. The Last Emperor turns to face The Coors Light Cyclone, as if to ask what it is he wanted. Bill points out his clothing, and Keiji just shrugs it off.
Keiji: I have a locker there, and it’s got my gear in it. We doing this or not, you were all fired up a minute ago.
BS: You’re a strange little fella, you know that?
The scene fades out, as the two men exit the apartment, presumably to work out at a nearby gym.
