Post by True North Ant on Apr 4, 2016 21:59:15 GMT
True North Ant barged into the makeshift office of El Hombre Loco Enmascarado, better known to
everyone as That Masked Guy.
“Hey Loco, you got a minute?”
That Masked Guy looked up from his “desk”, a discarded Pollo Bucket table that had been rescued from a dumpster following the store’s renovations.
“I’ve always got time for a fellow Manitoban. What’s on your mind, T?”
TNA banged his fist on the table, knocking the napkins off the table Loco had been writing notes on.
“Why is Philly getting the shot at Ursula for the Medal on ‘Estrel’ this week and not me? I had just as much to do with eliminating Brute and Big O as he did.”
“Well the board of directors…”
TNA banged his fist on the table again, knocking over the cup of ‘Masked Fizz’ Cola, exclusively found at a Pollo Bucket near you, that Loco had been sipping on, spilling over the remaining “notes” on the table.
“Loco, cut the crap, we all know that you’re the match maker on that show! No more brown sugar! Why am I not the number one contender for the Estrel medal?”
Loco shook his head as he mopped up the remains of his soda and grumbled about having to rewrite this week’s show. When he looked up at the ant, he was scowling.
“You want to know why Philly got the title shot? Simple, he’s the one who won the fall in your tag match against Goober and Moondog AND he eliminated one more person in the battle royal than you did.”
TNA rubbed his hand over his mask and growled.
“So, you’re say that if I had pinned the Gooker instead of letting Philly beat him that it would be me in that match.”
“That pretty much sums it up but is was also cool when Phil did spew mist in Brute’s face. I’m not sure why you’re so worked up though, this is your partner’s last hurrah.
He’s retiring after the Rotisserie Rumble. What a better way to go out than as a champion?
TNA shakes his head.
“Yeah, I guess when you put it that way.”
There’s a knock on the door and in comes Philly Cheese Snake.
“Mani, there you are. Come on, we’ve got a promo to shoot!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” True North Ant grumbles, “and stop calling me Mani, it’s True North Ant now.”
“Well, I ssstill think TNA isss a ssstupid name! Who callssss themssself that any way?”
We notice when Strange Brew leaves That Masked Guy is sitting on a broken toilette. There’s a note
on his “office” door reading:
"Men’s Washroom
Out of Order
Sorry for the Inconvenience"
From inside he hear That Masked Guy talking on the phone.
“Hey Soup, it’s Loco. When’s my office going to be ready? These constant interruptions are driving me crazy!”
The camera focuses in on True North Ant and Philly Cheese Snake, collectively known as Strange Brew, standing in front of a Pollomania banner.
“Hey Pollomaniacsss, what’sss up,” Philly hisses.
“I’ll tell you what’s up, Phil, we are! That’s right, because on April 13th in Minneapolis, Minnosota, we’re both going to be entered into the Rotisserie Rumble and our goals are simple: number one, we’re going to make sure that no members of the Canadian Embassy Misfits win and become the first ever Golden Egg Champion; and number two, Phil’s going to help me win.”
Philly turns and looks at his partner.
“Hey Mani, why do you get to become the Golden Egg Champion and not me,” he asks.
“Because I’m the captain of this time, that’s why,” True North ant replies, “and you’re retiring after the show.”
“Hey, what better way to go out than as a double champion? I’m going to beat Areano on ‘Essstrel’ thisss Friday, then go on to win the Golden Egg Title too!”
TNA clenches his fists.
“You only got that shot at the Estrel Medal because I let you beat that dumb turkey, and well you stop calling me ‘Mani’! I’m True North Ant, the guardiANT of Canada!”
Philly holds his hands up.
“Ok, ok, ok, TRUE NORTH ANT, I apologize. Tell you what, let’sss make sssure that the Embassssy doesssn’t leave the Rumble with the title and after we eliminate everyone elssse, we can find out who the bessst ant or sssnake isss. Deal?”
He holds out his hand and TNA shakes his hand.
“Deal!”
The two walk off, talking about winning the Rumble.
everyone as That Masked Guy.
“Hey Loco, you got a minute?”
That Masked Guy looked up from his “desk”, a discarded Pollo Bucket table that had been rescued from a dumpster following the store’s renovations.
“I’ve always got time for a fellow Manitoban. What’s on your mind, T?”
TNA banged his fist on the table, knocking the napkins off the table Loco had been writing notes on.
“Why is Philly getting the shot at Ursula for the Medal on ‘Estrel’ this week and not me? I had just as much to do with eliminating Brute and Big O as he did.”
“Well the board of directors…”
TNA banged his fist on the table again, knocking over the cup of ‘Masked Fizz’ Cola, exclusively found at a Pollo Bucket near you, that Loco had been sipping on, spilling over the remaining “notes” on the table.
“Loco, cut the crap, we all know that you’re the match maker on that show! No more brown sugar! Why am I not the number one contender for the Estrel medal?”
Loco shook his head as he mopped up the remains of his soda and grumbled about having to rewrite this week’s show. When he looked up at the ant, he was scowling.
“You want to know why Philly got the title shot? Simple, he’s the one who won the fall in your tag match against Goober and Moondog AND he eliminated one more person in the battle royal than you did.”
TNA rubbed his hand over his mask and growled.
“So, you’re say that if I had pinned the Gooker instead of letting Philly beat him that it would be me in that match.”
“That pretty much sums it up but is was also cool when Phil did spew mist in Brute’s face. I’m not sure why you’re so worked up though, this is your partner’s last hurrah.
He’s retiring after the Rotisserie Rumble. What a better way to go out than as a champion?
TNA shakes his head.
“Yeah, I guess when you put it that way.”
There’s a knock on the door and in comes Philly Cheese Snake.
“Mani, there you are. Come on, we’ve got a promo to shoot!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” True North Ant grumbles, “and stop calling me Mani, it’s True North Ant now.”
“Well, I ssstill think TNA isss a ssstupid name! Who callssss themssself that any way?”
We notice when Strange Brew leaves That Masked Guy is sitting on a broken toilette. There’s a note
on his “office” door reading:
"Men’s Washroom
Out of Order
Sorry for the Inconvenience"
From inside he hear That Masked Guy talking on the phone.
“Hey Soup, it’s Loco. When’s my office going to be ready? These constant interruptions are driving me crazy!”
***
The camera focuses in on True North Ant and Philly Cheese Snake, collectively known as Strange Brew, standing in front of a Pollomania banner.
“Hey Pollomaniacsss, what’sss up,” Philly hisses.
“I’ll tell you what’s up, Phil, we are! That’s right, because on April 13th in Minneapolis, Minnosota, we’re both going to be entered into the Rotisserie Rumble and our goals are simple: number one, we’re going to make sure that no members of the Canadian Embassy Misfits win and become the first ever Golden Egg Champion; and number two, Phil’s going to help me win.”
Philly turns and looks at his partner.
“Hey Mani, why do you get to become the Golden Egg Champion and not me,” he asks.
“Because I’m the captain of this time, that’s why,” True North ant replies, “and you’re retiring after the show.”
“Hey, what better way to go out than as a double champion? I’m going to beat Areano on ‘Essstrel’ thisss Friday, then go on to win the Golden Egg Title too!”
TNA clenches his fists.
“You only got that shot at the Estrel Medal because I let you beat that dumb turkey, and well you stop calling me ‘Mani’! I’m True North Ant, the guardiANT of Canada!”
Philly holds his hands up.
“Ok, ok, ok, TRUE NORTH ANT, I apologize. Tell you what, let’sss make sssure that the Embassssy doesssn’t leave the Rumble with the title and after we eliminate everyone elssse, we can find out who the bessst ant or sssnake isss. Deal?”
He holds out his hand and TNA shakes his hand.
“Deal!”
The two walk off, talking about winning the Rumble.