Charlie,
DONT forget yer match you drunk...
Signed, Deez Nutz
He slowly stands back up, holding a bag of sandwiches from Subway, and slowly it dawns upon him that he left himself the note for some reason...
He takes the sandwiches and a fresh beer back to the couch and has a seat...
Meanwhile,
Back in the Arena, Ice_ is now outside the ring, talking quietly to Diggzy Brown. We now join Jim Rod and Blast Roberts at ringside...
(jim) Well we are still waiting for word from the back about the whereabouts of one, Charlie D.
I think he has chickened out on us, hes afraid to step into the ring with Ice and the Uprising...
I think.. Yes, Debbie Dunes is now standing outside the Proof locker room, we take you there now, this match has been placed on hold until we can find out about Charlie...As the SWAT-tron flashes into life, Ice and Diggzy turn to watch and see what the deal is...
Back in the Back,
We now join Debbie Dunes outside the Proof Locker Room...
(debbie) Hello Jim, Blast, Debbie Dunes here, we have been waiting for a few minutes but the only sound coming from this room is a loud roaring and the sound of distant gunfire...(quietly) Sounds like Godzilla (normal).. we are going to knock to see if Charlie is in here...She raps on the door as we now join Charlie inside, off camera... Charlie is still sitting there, watching "Godzilla", and eating Subway.. when there is a knock at the door.. Only the TV is too loud for him to hear... he continues to watch the movie...
Back in the Arena,
Ice_ and Diggzy are getting irritated by the fact that Charlie has seemingly forgot about their match today...
(ice) Damn him, this is my moment and we are waiting for HIS drunk arse to get out here... Jeezus...
(diggzy) Ice_ chill.. hehe.. no pun intended.. You want me to go back and see whats up?
Nah, just hang here, might be a trick, although i dont see what kind of trap or trick a Drunk can pull off...Back in the Back,
We now return to Debbie Dunes, propped up on the wall outside of the Proof's locker room. Slowly the sound coming from the room quietens down... Debbie snatches up her mic again, fixes her hair and calls for the cameraman to turn it back on...
She knocks again...
In the room with Charlie.. He has turned off the TV seeing as he has seen the movie a hundred times or more, takes his garbage to the trash and hears an incessant knocking at the door. He walks over to the couch and pulls on his favorite t-shirt, he was sitting shirtless, and answers the door...
Outside the door, Debbie and the Cameraman both jump slightly as Charlie sticks his head out the door, hair in complete dis-array, and grins at the camera...
Another interview? Whoa.. Cool.. Umm...
Charlie, Mister Deez.. What are your plans for today's Heavyweight title match?
She shoves the mic toward him and he shoves it back...
Get that outta my face damnit.. I plan on kicking Ice's arse, and holding BOTH the belts with PRIDE...
Really? Well the match started about 5 minutes ago..
Charlie's eyes close for a moment as he remembers the note on his door...
Oh... SHIIIi...
The rest of that word is cut off as he slams the door adn charges back into the room to dress for the match...
Looks like he is on his way, Jim, Blast, back to you...
As the camera cuts off the lets out a deep sigh, and is knocked completely off her feet as Charlie bounds out of his door and down the hall, pulling on his boot, and trying to hang on to his HC title...
Back at Ringside,
Back to Jim and Blast at ringside...Blast, this has been one more weekend hasnt it..
You got that right Jim, this match in itself has been something else and it hasnt started yet.. Charlie must have completely forgotten about it...
I am SURE that was it...
As Jim finishes his sentence the lights drop and that telltale Drunken Laugh echoes throughout the arena...
THe SWAT-tron flashes to life...
As the lights return Charlie D steps out onto the ramp, holding his title and a mic, although his boot is still unlaced...
WELCOME ONE, WELCOME ALL.. TO THE PROOF-G-DUB!!! i Would like to personally thank each of you for coming down tonight, but that would take to long... ANyway... Ice, i see you brought some.. HELP.. to the ringside.. Tsk Tsk Tsk.. thats a no no.. this isnt a HC title match.. i would HATE.. *hick*.. to see you get disqualified by yer pal there...
BTW, DIGGZ.. I must say again, NICE SNEAK attack... still rings my ears thinkin about it...Diggzy flips him the bird from ringside as Ice climbs into the ring again with a mic...
Charlie... You poor drunken FOOL.. you gonna come out here and talk SMACK about the UPRISING.. about ME.. WHy dont you shut that foul mouth, it must reek of whiskey, and BRING IT ON...
Charlie, at the top of the ramp, ponders this for a moment, then casually "walks" down to the ring, only stumbling once...
tbc by Ice, or Diggzy, since he is there, or anyone who wants to give some interference in the match is welcome to run in.. Spock.. Offy even.. ANYONE..
