RCW Southern D #6- White Trash vs. The Phenomenals

[Franky Higgs]

RP below for this match - RP deadline is Tuesday, October 9 @ 11:59 PM CST.

2 point early rp bonus rp's deadline is Firday, Oct 5 @ 3:30 PM CST.

[Trent Raven]

The camera opens up on a dumpster. In the distance the police are still searching the car, and the suspect is still leaning against the hood of the car. The camera zooms in on the dumster, which still sits padlocked.
The top door suddenly flexes as something begins hitting it from the inside. A pair of bolt cutters suddenly prodrudes between the lid and the edge of the dumpster. Another hit and a pair of hands emerge, followed by arms. One final knock and we see the hatless head of Carl Wayne. He maneuvers around until he can see the lock on the side door. He slides the bolt cutters around the lock and snaps it with one stroke. Suddenly, he screams as the side door pops open and Junior squeezes out of it.

Carl Wayne: Hey, dumb a**, watch out. I'm still stuck here.

Junior: Huh, oh, sorry. I just can't stand tight spaces...

Carl Wayne: How can you stand making love to your wife then?

Junior: I'm gonna whoop your a**!

Carl Wayne: Shut up and get me out of here, we gotta find Omega before he does something to Warlock.

Just then the door bursts open and Omega walks out, laughing histerically. He is arm in arm with a semi-conscious Warlock Hall. Junior starts after him, but Omega just tosses Warlock into the passenger's side of the Buick Regal and speeds off.

Junior: Too late. He's gone Carl Wayne.

Carl Wayne: Ah, hell, that's alright, help me out of here, I think I know who put us in there and locked the doors.

Junior: Who?

Carl Wayne: I seen those New Downward Spiral guys eyeballing us when we walked in the front door, and they ain't stopped since.

Junior pushes up an the lid and Carl Wayne disappears inside the dumpster. Secons later, he crawls out through the door. They start off and Junior hollars at the suspect in the distance...

Junior: Hey! Thanks for the bolt cutters, but we didn't need the gloves and mask!!!

They turn and run as the police put handcuffs on the suspect and toss him into the squad car. One comes over and collects the bolt cutters, gloves, and mask. He laughs as he places them in separate brown paper sacks and walks back to the squad car. The camera cuts to the hallway, where White Trash spot Puck and Pyros, The New Downward Spiral. Junior and Carl Wayne sneak up and Carl Wayne slams into Puck's back as Junior pulls Pyros back by his hair. Carl Wayne sets to stomping a mudhole into Puck as Junior pulls Pyros around and lands a DDT onto the bare concrete.

Junior: That'll teach you boys to lock us up in a dumpster. It's damn scary in there.

Carl Wayne: Yeah, the next time you want a match, you just ask us. We'll oblidge, we'll be your Huckleberries...!

Junior: Just think, this ain't nothing compared to what we're gonna do to those Phenominals pansies.

Carl Wayne: You got that right, Junior, a couple of Phenominal pansies is what they are! I'd be surprized if they even show up after the beat down we just served...

The two of them laugh and hi-five and Carl Wayne lands one last kick as they walk off as Puck rolls over to Pyros.

Puck: What the hell was that all about?

Pyros shrugs as the camera cuts to black.

[Trent Raven]

The camera cuts to Warlock Hall who is standing in a hallway with a notepad with big blue letters on the outside that label it as 'MEDIA' He has a pencil behind his ear. He is looking left and right, and as he looks to the right, his smile increases.

Warlock Hall: Gentlemen, if I could have a minute of your time...?

Junior and Carl Wayne step into the frame and Junior looks very angry. Carl Wayne rolls his eyes at Warlock and acts impatient. Warlock pulls his pencil from behind his ear and begins writing

Carl Wayne: Make it quick. We're looking to get some revenge.

Warlock Hall: OK, gentlemen, do you have any words for your opponents at the next Southern Dynamite?

Junior: Do we have any words. Yeah, I got a whole lot of words. I think I start with....

Carl Wayne: ...Why don't I handle this one Junior. You'd be so censored that Warlock here wouldn't have anything to write. Yeah, we have words for The Pretenders or whoever they are. We didn't come to RCW to be pushed around or to become anyone's stepping stone to a major title. We knew coming here to the RCW that there weren't any title belts for the tag division. That begs the question, why come at all? It's because we are the best at what we do. RCW has a television contract, and we need exposure, plain and simple. With no title belts, there ain't a tag team here one that can whoop us, so when they do decide to use a little gate money to buy another piece of tin strapped to some leather, we'll have it hanging in our trophy rooms next to the boar hog heads!

Junior: Yeah, print that you ignorant pencil pusher.

With that, Junior slaps the pencil out of Warlock's hand, and Carl Wayne knocks his notebook out. They laugh and hi-five each other as they walk off, and leave Warlock shaking his head. Omega walks by, looks at Warlock disapprovingly, and walks off as the camera fades to black.