Post by TPK/Acid on Jun 17, 2012 22:21:24 GMT -4
The scene opens with an interior shot of an IHOP, patrons meal about casually and engage in light conversation. Suddenly, things get eerily silent as a figure not seen in ages walks into the door. The Psycho Kid, oddly enough in full wrestling attire. A young woman, a freaked out look on her face, meekly approaches TPK.
Worker: I thought you were...ya know, *whispers* banned.
The Psychotic Superstar, a sudden look of confusion crossing his face, leans towards the young woman. Hoping he had made a mistake in translating her message, he put his ear to her mouth. Again, she muttered her message, further confusing TPK.
TPK: Me, The Psycho Kid, BANNED...from IHOP? That's got to be some kind of mistake kiddo.
The Psycho Kid simply shakes his head, and tries to move past the young lass, only to feel the warmth of her hand press up against his bare chest. The IHOP employee bites her lower lip, and sheepishly eyes the floor as TPK just looks down at her.
Worker: I'm sorry, it's just EVPW assured us you...you weren't going to be coming here anymore. You're a great guy, MOST of the time but you have had a few..umm..."altercations" in our establishment.
TPK: Eagle Vision Pro did this? I..don't understand, I don't wrestle anymore. Why would they ban me from IHOP, helll HOW COULD they ban me? Really, this you get mad about? When that eighty-five year old woman cut you off in traffic last week "I" had to pull her out of the car, and dislocate her hip? But ban us from one shitty pancake house, and NOW you get mad. Good lord.
The shy woman frantically looks about the room, not quite sure what's going on. She starts to ask just who it is TPK was talking to, but is cut off by a shouted expletive by the manic Psycho Kid. This scares the poor woman, and she begins to sob as a yellowish fluid starts to run down her leg, forming a puddle on the ground. TPK sees this, and feels bad for the girl, he tries to comfort her but it doesn't go as planned.
TPK: Look, I'm sorry. "He" can get a bit touchy at times, please just let me sit down. I REALLY need waffles. Sure, SURE! You NEED waffles, you married a FUCKING WAFFLE IRON! YOU, need waffles like "I" need another fucking hole in my ass! Wait, please don't run...dang. WELL (Sigh) looks like I seat myself, ah well.
Mr. Psycho, as if none of the events that just occurred happened, merrily strolls to the first available booth and takes a seat. He waits, patiently at first, for somebody to come take his order. After a long, awkward pause, TPK calls for some help. At this point, the store manager, a heavyset man with an almost pedophilic mustache approaches and leers at TPK.
Manager: TPK, what an...unfortunate surprise. I see nobody bothered to tell you, you've been banned. You simply must leave sir, that's all I can say. Beside, even if you WEREN'T banned you know our policy about having no shirt on in the building.
TPK: Yeah? Well, you might want to relay the message to the fucktard with the mullet over in section C! I guess what's good for Jethro, isn't good for "us" huh?
Manager: Sir, please. Just go, I don't want to have to get security out here but...
TPK: Oh c'mon Bill! It's me, your buddy TPK! Remember all the good times we've had over the years!? You invited me to your brother's wedding, man. You even let me cut the cake at your daughter's birthday party last year.
Manager: You just randomly appeared at both events, and only because you thought there might possibly be waffles there. Get a grip man, you've got a serious problem.
TPK:*now visibly shaken* No, you've got it all wrong man. I don't have a problem, I can quit waffles any time I want. It's...it's just they are so delicious, golden brown and smothered with syrup...oh man, THE SYRUP! Don't do this to me man, hook your old Pal TPK up!
Manager:No!
TPK's left eye begins to twitch, his blood boils and a rage begins to envelope him. Bill, slowly begins to step back not sure what is going to happen. Suddenly, TPK bolts up from his seat and flattens the large manager with a thunderous lariat. IHOP Patrons begin fleeing in all directions, all save for the shirtless hillbilly. The Mulleted wonder darts at TPK, but ends up on the bad end of a woodden chair to the dome. As the redneck's consciousness begins to fade TPK sets out on a mission. With newfound anger, The Psycho consumes every last waffle he can find in the dinning area, and then proceeds to smash the plates to bits against his forehead. Once finished TPK drops to a sit in the corner, the camera pans in on his blood, syrup, and glass covered face. The Psycho Kid sobs uncontrollably as the scene fades to black.
EoT
Comments Appreciated. I know it's not much, but haven't done a TPK promo in ages. Hope you all enjoy
Worker: I thought you were...ya know, *whispers* banned.
The Psychotic Superstar, a sudden look of confusion crossing his face, leans towards the young woman. Hoping he had made a mistake in translating her message, he put his ear to her mouth. Again, she muttered her message, further confusing TPK.
TPK: Me, The Psycho Kid, BANNED...from IHOP? That's got to be some kind of mistake kiddo.
The Psycho Kid simply shakes his head, and tries to move past the young lass, only to feel the warmth of her hand press up against his bare chest. The IHOP employee bites her lower lip, and sheepishly eyes the floor as TPK just looks down at her.
Worker: I'm sorry, it's just EVPW assured us you...you weren't going to be coming here anymore. You're a great guy, MOST of the time but you have had a few..umm..."altercations" in our establishment.
TPK: Eagle Vision Pro did this? I..don't understand, I don't wrestle anymore. Why would they ban me from IHOP, helll HOW COULD they ban me? Really, this you get mad about? When that eighty-five year old woman cut you off in traffic last week "I" had to pull her out of the car, and dislocate her hip? But ban us from one shitty pancake house, and NOW you get mad. Good lord.
The shy woman frantically looks about the room, not quite sure what's going on. She starts to ask just who it is TPK was talking to, but is cut off by a shouted expletive by the manic Psycho Kid. This scares the poor woman, and she begins to sob as a yellowish fluid starts to run down her leg, forming a puddle on the ground. TPK sees this, and feels bad for the girl, he tries to comfort her but it doesn't go as planned.
TPK: Look, I'm sorry. "He" can get a bit touchy at times, please just let me sit down. I REALLY need waffles. Sure, SURE! You NEED waffles, you married a FUCKING WAFFLE IRON! YOU, need waffles like "I" need another fucking hole in my ass! Wait, please don't run...dang. WELL (Sigh) looks like I seat myself, ah well.
Mr. Psycho, as if none of the events that just occurred happened, merrily strolls to the first available booth and takes a seat. He waits, patiently at first, for somebody to come take his order. After a long, awkward pause, TPK calls for some help. At this point, the store manager, a heavyset man with an almost pedophilic mustache approaches and leers at TPK.
Manager: TPK, what an...unfortunate surprise. I see nobody bothered to tell you, you've been banned. You simply must leave sir, that's all I can say. Beside, even if you WEREN'T banned you know our policy about having no shirt on in the building.
TPK: Yeah? Well, you might want to relay the message to the fucktard with the mullet over in section C! I guess what's good for Jethro, isn't good for "us" huh?
Manager: Sir, please. Just go, I don't want to have to get security out here but...
TPK: Oh c'mon Bill! It's me, your buddy TPK! Remember all the good times we've had over the years!? You invited me to your brother's wedding, man. You even let me cut the cake at your daughter's birthday party last year.
Manager: You just randomly appeared at both events, and only because you thought there might possibly be waffles there. Get a grip man, you've got a serious problem.
TPK:*now visibly shaken* No, you've got it all wrong man. I don't have a problem, I can quit waffles any time I want. It's...it's just they are so delicious, golden brown and smothered with syrup...oh man, THE SYRUP! Don't do this to me man, hook your old Pal TPK up!
Manager:No!
TPK's left eye begins to twitch, his blood boils and a rage begins to envelope him. Bill, slowly begins to step back not sure what is going to happen. Suddenly, TPK bolts up from his seat and flattens the large manager with a thunderous lariat. IHOP Patrons begin fleeing in all directions, all save for the shirtless hillbilly. The Mulleted wonder darts at TPK, but ends up on the bad end of a woodden chair to the dome. As the redneck's consciousness begins to fade TPK sets out on a mission. With newfound anger, The Psycho consumes every last waffle he can find in the dinning area, and then proceeds to smash the plates to bits against his forehead. Once finished TPK drops to a sit in the corner, the camera pans in on his blood, syrup, and glass covered face. The Psycho Kid sobs uncontrollably as the scene fades to black.
EoT
Comments Appreciated. I know it's not much, but haven't done a TPK promo in ages. Hope you all enjoy
