Post by Buck U Productions on Apr 6, 2016 5:30:21 GMT
The camera focuses in on Holly Guacamole and Brute Smith wandering down a hallway, throwing open all the doors and peering inside.
“I am Brute.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know where he is,” Holly asks, looking inside another door, “I’m pretty sure he was supposed to be held up in that bathroom back there. I guess they kicked him out after they got the toilette fixed.”
Brute opens up a door and from within a woman screams. He quickly closes the door and tries to walk away, but Holly rushes over and throws the door wide open.
“Ah cool your jets, Lady,” she yells, “He’s a fucking eunuch, you could get him excited if you wanted to and trust me when I tell ya that ya couldn’t get anyone excited.”
She slams the door shut and the pair continue their search. Meanwhile, El Hombre Loco Enmascarado, better known simply as That Masked Guy, steps out of a broom closet talking into a cell phone.
“Yes Soup, a broom closet is an upgrade from that grungy bathroom, but you need to send a memo to your custodians to stop leaving their cleaning supplies in my office.”
“There’s that son of a bitch!”
That Masked Guy turns around and groans.
“Umm, Soup, I’m going to have to call you back. I’ve just been discovered by some double trouble.”
He dashes back into his office and slams the door shut. Holly runs over to it and tries to open it, but he’s locked it from the inside. She starts banging on it until Brute walks over and gently nudges her aside. Grabbing the door knob, he pulls on and the door rips completely off its hinges. Inside, That Masked Guy is sitting behind his makeshift desk, trying to look brave while holding a mop as menacingly as possible.
“Hey you two, fancy meeting here. What’s on your minds?”
Holly grabs the mop away from him and throws it down the hall. She reaches across the table and grabs the matchmaker for “Pollo Estrel” by the collar.
“I’ll tell you what’s on my mind, Asshole! Last week on ‘Estrel’, that bitch Ursula cheated me out of being the first Estrel Medal winner and instead of giving me the first shot at her, you gave it to that crippled piece of garbage, Philly Cheese Snake. I want to know why!”
That masked Guy looks past Holly, at Brute.
“Can you please get her off of me? It’s one thing to rip my office door off and barge in, but to let her manhandle me like this?”
Brute nods and grabbing Holly by the hands pulls her away from him. He then looks over at the matchmaker.
“I am Brute.”
“Well of course she has a point,” That Masked Guy retorts, “Look, I had no clue that Ursula was even going to be in the battle royal. She signed up on the same form that I left out that you two did with fifteen spots and I never double checked to see who they were. Ursula pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes but I checked afterwards, she was signed up to compete.”
“So why am I not getting a shot at the medal,” she asks, choosing not to ask why he understands Brute.
“Simple, you’re the favorites to win the Twin Egg Championships next week at the Rotisserie Rumble next week. According to AIPollo, no wrestler in Pollomania can hold two championships at once. Therefore, I can’t sanction you a title match until I’m sure that you don’t end up winning those titles or go on to win the Golden Egg Championship in the Rumble itself, which I’ve got to say that you have a great chance to win with the Not-so-friendly Giant by your side.”
He grabs his phone and starts dialing a number.
“Now if you two will excuse me, I’ve got to call maintenance and get my door fixed.”
As he starts talking into his phone, Holly punches Brute in the arm.
“Come on, Big Guy. That doofus is right. Who cares about that dumb medal, we’re going to beat those other two teams and win the Twin Egg Championships.”
The two of them begin walking away and we can hear Holly’s shrill voice carry on as they disappear down the hall. The last thing we hear is That Masked Guy talking on his phone.
“Hey Soup, it’s Loco. Yeah, the broom closet isn’t working. When’s my real office ready?”
“I am Brute.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know where he is,” Holly asks, looking inside another door, “I’m pretty sure he was supposed to be held up in that bathroom back there. I guess they kicked him out after they got the toilette fixed.”
Brute opens up a door and from within a woman screams. He quickly closes the door and tries to walk away, but Holly rushes over and throws the door wide open.
“Ah cool your jets, Lady,” she yells, “He’s a fucking eunuch, you could get him excited if you wanted to and trust me when I tell ya that ya couldn’t get anyone excited.”
She slams the door shut and the pair continue their search. Meanwhile, El Hombre Loco Enmascarado, better known simply as That Masked Guy, steps out of a broom closet talking into a cell phone.
“Yes Soup, a broom closet is an upgrade from that grungy bathroom, but you need to send a memo to your custodians to stop leaving their cleaning supplies in my office.”
“There’s that son of a bitch!”
That Masked Guy turns around and groans.
“Umm, Soup, I’m going to have to call you back. I’ve just been discovered by some double trouble.”
He dashes back into his office and slams the door shut. Holly runs over to it and tries to open it, but he’s locked it from the inside. She starts banging on it until Brute walks over and gently nudges her aside. Grabbing the door knob, he pulls on and the door rips completely off its hinges. Inside, That Masked Guy is sitting behind his makeshift desk, trying to look brave while holding a mop as menacingly as possible.
“Hey you two, fancy meeting here. What’s on your minds?”
Holly grabs the mop away from him and throws it down the hall. She reaches across the table and grabs the matchmaker for “Pollo Estrel” by the collar.
“I’ll tell you what’s on my mind, Asshole! Last week on ‘Estrel’, that bitch Ursula cheated me out of being the first Estrel Medal winner and instead of giving me the first shot at her, you gave it to that crippled piece of garbage, Philly Cheese Snake. I want to know why!”
That masked Guy looks past Holly, at Brute.
“Can you please get her off of me? It’s one thing to rip my office door off and barge in, but to let her manhandle me like this?”
Brute nods and grabbing Holly by the hands pulls her away from him. He then looks over at the matchmaker.
“I am Brute.”
“Well of course she has a point,” That Masked Guy retorts, “Look, I had no clue that Ursula was even going to be in the battle royal. She signed up on the same form that I left out that you two did with fifteen spots and I never double checked to see who they were. Ursula pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes but I checked afterwards, she was signed up to compete.”
“So why am I not getting a shot at the medal,” she asks, choosing not to ask why he understands Brute.
“Simple, you’re the favorites to win the Twin Egg Championships next week at the Rotisserie Rumble next week. According to AIPollo, no wrestler in Pollomania can hold two championships at once. Therefore, I can’t sanction you a title match until I’m sure that you don’t end up winning those titles or go on to win the Golden Egg Championship in the Rumble itself, which I’ve got to say that you have a great chance to win with the Not-so-friendly Giant by your side.”
He grabs his phone and starts dialing a number.
“Now if you two will excuse me, I’ve got to call maintenance and get my door fixed.”
As he starts talking into his phone, Holly punches Brute in the arm.
“Come on, Big Guy. That doofus is right. Who cares about that dumb medal, we’re going to beat those other two teams and win the Twin Egg Championships.”
The two of them begin walking away and we can hear Holly’s shrill voice carry on as they disappear down the hall. The last thing we hear is That Masked Guy talking on his phone.
“Hey Soup, it’s Loco. Yeah, the broom closet isn’t working. When’s my real office ready?”