Post by The Pac on Aug 14, 2012 23:21:02 GMT -5
"There are more fools in the world than there are people."
It is a quiet evening in Allston, Massachusetts. A few clouds can be seen in the evening sky as the moon shines down upon the Earth. There is a light breeze about as The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and The Phantom are seen walking side by side down the street along the sidewalk. It seems as though the two men are simply enjoying their evening before they have to be in Boston. The Phantom is seen wearing a black Armani ensemble minus a coat. On his shirt cuffs we can see a pair of ivory cuff-links that shine in the moonlight as much as his shines black loafers. With his hands in his pockets, Dante Daevain is smoking a cigar. Dante is seen wearing his trademarked off-white silk suit ensemble, complete with coat and hand made Italian leather loafers. After a while we see the two men come upon an Irish Pub situated snugly on Harvard Avenue. Kinvara Pub to be precise. As Dante and Phantom casually stroll up to the place we see that a PCW television crew are waiting for them. Both the crew and The Pac exchange pleasantries before Dante asks them to join them inside the Pub. As Dante opens the door for the entire group, Phantom remarks...
Phantom: This place is quite the establishment..If The Phantom says so himself...Great beer and equally as great food.
As the group readies to enter the establishment we hear and see a lime green mini-mini coup driving erratically towards the establishment. Once in front of Kinvara Pub, the mini car comes to a screeching halt - halfway upon the curb and halfway parked. Dante can be seen with a perturbed look on his face as he sighs.
Dante: "He found us..."
The driver's door of the mini car flies open and smoke billows out in one big cloud. We can't quite make it all out, but suddenly a midget is seen face planting as he tries to exit the vehicle. It is none other than David - The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco...and dressed as a leprechaun. David does not move from his face down position..he only mumbles somewhat incoherently at the ground. Only an occasional taco or pizza can be heard clearly. Shaking his head, Phantom walks over to David and picks him up off of the ground and sends him on his way into the Pub. Once everyone is in a loud 'HEY!!' can be heard directed towards David. Dante looks a bit confused. Phantom leans in.
Phantom: He is a regular, it seems.
Dante: "Scary. Truly scary."
Dante begins to admire the vast amounts of sports memorabilia hanging on the walls of the Pub before slowly making his way to a corner booth in the back of the place.Dante scoots in towards one end of the booth and Phantom takes the other end. Dante motions for the PCW crew to start rolling so that they can get down to business. After a few short minutes of setting up, the crew begin to roll. Dante and Phantom are browsing the small but delectable menu that the place has to offer. Almost at once a petite, brunette waitress appears with a bright smile on her face.Without looking, Dante greets her.
Dante: "Good evening, Madison. You're beautiful when you smile."
Madison the waitress is a bit taken back with Dante knowing her name but none-the-less begins to blush at his sincere compliment. Her smile gets just a bit bigger before she composes herself.
Madison: Well, good evening to you, too...I'm sorry, I -
Dante: "You may call me Dante."
Dante smirks.
Madison: Good evening, Dante! What can I get for you tonight?
Dante replaces his menu back onto the middle of the table.
Dante: "I'll take the bangers and mash with your recommendation of a house beer."
Phantom looks as though his mouth is watering.
Madison: And you, sir?
Phantom: The same, please.
Madison turns to walk away.
Dante: "Oh, Madison!"
Madison turns back around to Dante.
Dante: "Bring us shots of J and B Scotch..one at a time..and keep them coming."
Madison continues to smile.
Madison: Certainly!
Madison walks away to get The Pac squared away. In this time, Dante and Phantom are exchanging small talk about various sports related matters. Off in the distance we can see David the Midget running around in all his leprechaun glory throwing his hat every which way and throwing half melted gold wrapped chocolates at random patrons. He is rather aimless in his ventures. With rather speedy service, Madison returns to The Pac's booth with their orders all hot and ready for them to consume. She lays the plates down in front of the men followed by their chilled beers and their shots. Madison continues to smile.
Madison: Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?
As Dante begins to sample his food, Phantom speaks up.
Phantom: Why, yes..Please continue to bring your pretty face back here with more shots as we finish them, if you would.
Madison crinkles her nose and smiles.
Madison: My pleasure!
Dante and Phantom chuckle and smirk as Madison walks away. The two men dig right in and enjoy their delicious food and beers. Once finished, Phantom lets out a burp.
Phantom: Delicious!
Phantom wipes his mouth with his napkin as Dante pushes his empty plate aside. Dante picks up his shot of J and B.
Dante: "Match ya for it?"
Phantom grins. Dante puts down his shot as the two begin to play Rock/Paper/Scissors. After shoot, Dante throws Paper as Phantom throws Rock.
Dante: "Shoot."
Phantom chuckles and downs his shot of scotch. At this time, Madison comes over with two more shots. Again, Dante and Phantom play another round. Dante throws Scissors to Phantom's Rock. Phantom lets out a loud 'Ha!' as Dante downs his first shot. Again the two continue to play. Dante throws Paper to Phantom's Scissors.
Phantom: One up!
Dante takes his second shot just as Madison keeps her end of the deal and supplies the shots, only this time she brings a few bottles with her and sits down at the booth with The Pac. On the next round Dante throws Rock to Phantom's Scissors. Dante smirks as Phantom downs his next shot. Madison refills Phantom. This game goes on for about another five minutes. Both Phantom and Dante are just about even keel with one another on shots. Just before they shoot their next round, Phantom throws both of his arms out suddenly.
Phantom: WAIT!! HOLD IT! Nobody move!!
Phantom pauses for a few seconds.
Phantom: The Phantom...has lost a thought!
Both Madison and Dante laugh at Phantom as he tries desperately to remember what he wanted to remember. Suddenly he speaks again...
Phantom: Got it!
Phantom points at the PCW crew filming them.
Phantom: Those guys!...Have a job to do...
Phantom tries to hold back a small hiccup but is unsuccessful. Dante takes in a deep breath before Phantom continues his thought.
Phantom: The Phantom..believes that we owe them the courtesy to at least cut a decent promo before we get too schnockered...
Dante looks around with wide eyes and great anticipation before settling his eyes on Madison, who is smiling at Dante.
Dante: "Well, dear partner...I dunno who is going to schnocker you...But Madison has been reserved by yours truly."
Madison blushes quite a bit. Dante moves over on his end of the booth and allows room for Madison to join him. Madison obliges and sits next to Dante with the scotch bottles close by.
Phantom: No worries...The Phantom will be schnockered before the night's end. Now where were we?
Dante puts his arm around Madison.
Dante: "Promo."
Phantom gathers himself with a deep breath.
Phantom: Promo. Right.
Phantom lazily points almost at the camera before he speaks. Dante corrects Phantom's point to be right at the camera. Dante pats Phantom on the shoulder and he begins to speak.
Phantom: ...Scarletti!! What a night it is for you!
Phantom swallows for a second.
Phantom: A night to rise out of the shadow of your brother! A night to show everyone that you truly are the greatest of your family!
Phantom waves his right arm around somewhat wildly. We can also see Dante sneaking in a shot or two while Phantom is occupied.
Phantom: ...Tonight you have a chance to lose to the Pac. The Pac faces and beats only the best. Consider yourself lucky that you the great Scarletti went toe to toe and got your head kicked in by the Phantom and Dante Daevain! Savor it Scarletti, your fifteen minutes off beat...
The Phantom pauses for a second and thinks...
Phantom: ...The Phantom means.. fame..yes..Fame are upon you..Your fifteen minutes of fame!
Dante is seen stealing Phantom's next shot.
Phantom: Wait..The Phantom thinks he gave you too much credit, Scarletti...Because you are not even close to the best. Nowhere near. In fact...you suck..for lack of a better phrase. Consider tonight an act of charity, Scarletti...Dante and The Phantom might just let you walk out of Beantown Brawl in one piece..maybe.
Phantom looks down to see that his shot is gone. Instinctively he lifts up his other glasses and looks for his shot. While he is occupied, Madison pours him another shot and points it out to Phantom, who seems elated. Dante lets out a small chuckle as he begins to speak up.
Dante: "I guess that leaves you, Sync. Sync the Simpleton. Sync the Sod...Sync The Plumber..."
Dante stops for a second to think about what he just said...
Dante: "...No..That's not right, at all."
Dante shakes his head.
Dante: "At any rate...Sync, you live your life like you are someone else...someone important. I guess living in the shadow of a former champion who happens to be your twin brother has done that to you. But, no doubt, you think you are great...and the world knows you are not. Sure you make your money on a three disc DVD set that shows highlights that would make Botchamania look legitimate...and while that may seem like success to you..that is just pure, unadulterated stupidity to ones like The Devil Himself...The Devil Himself has more talent in his excrement than you will ever possess...I don't want to go out and say that I piss excellence...but that would be selling myself quite short."
The Phantom is seen downing a few shots of his own while Dante speaks.
Dante: "So I will tell you what is going to happen. Phantom and I..we will supply the party. All you and Scarletti have to do is show up. Simple enough, right? We'll play all kinds of games with you and Scarletti, Sync...We'll beat you better than a Mexican beats one of those candy filled things...the name escapes me, my apologies..."
Dante points to the scotch.
Dante: "...And after all is said and done and the two of you leave Boston with all sorts of bruises and disappointments...Phantom and I will pour you poor sods a few drinks and call it a day..Because, after all...We're not THAT heartless...I don't think..."
Dante shrugs.
Dante: "See you boys tonight."
Dante nudges Madison to pour him another shot as he and Phantom resume playing Rock/Paper/Scissors. In the background we can hear glasses and dishes breaking as David is yelling TACO!! at the top of his little lungs. The scene fades out just as we see him flying across the view of the camera.
It is a quiet evening in Allston, Massachusetts. A few clouds can be seen in the evening sky as the moon shines down upon the Earth. There is a light breeze about as The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and The Phantom are seen walking side by side down the street along the sidewalk. It seems as though the two men are simply enjoying their evening before they have to be in Boston. The Phantom is seen wearing a black Armani ensemble minus a coat. On his shirt cuffs we can see a pair of ivory cuff-links that shine in the moonlight as much as his shines black loafers. With his hands in his pockets, Dante Daevain is smoking a cigar. Dante is seen wearing his trademarked off-white silk suit ensemble, complete with coat and hand made Italian leather loafers. After a while we see the two men come upon an Irish Pub situated snugly on Harvard Avenue. Kinvara Pub to be precise. As Dante and Phantom casually stroll up to the place we see that a PCW television crew are waiting for them. Both the crew and The Pac exchange pleasantries before Dante asks them to join them inside the Pub. As Dante opens the door for the entire group, Phantom remarks...
Phantom: This place is quite the establishment..If The Phantom says so himself...Great beer and equally as great food.
As the group readies to enter the establishment we hear and see a lime green mini-mini coup driving erratically towards the establishment. Once in front of Kinvara Pub, the mini car comes to a screeching halt - halfway upon the curb and halfway parked. Dante can be seen with a perturbed look on his face as he sighs.
Dante: "He found us..."
The driver's door of the mini car flies open and smoke billows out in one big cloud. We can't quite make it all out, but suddenly a midget is seen face planting as he tries to exit the vehicle. It is none other than David - The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco...and dressed as a leprechaun. David does not move from his face down position..he only mumbles somewhat incoherently at the ground. Only an occasional taco or pizza can be heard clearly. Shaking his head, Phantom walks over to David and picks him up off of the ground and sends him on his way into the Pub. Once everyone is in a loud 'HEY!!' can be heard directed towards David. Dante looks a bit confused. Phantom leans in.
Phantom: He is a regular, it seems.
Dante: "Scary. Truly scary."
Dante begins to admire the vast amounts of sports memorabilia hanging on the walls of the Pub before slowly making his way to a corner booth in the back of the place.Dante scoots in towards one end of the booth and Phantom takes the other end. Dante motions for the PCW crew to start rolling so that they can get down to business. After a few short minutes of setting up, the crew begin to roll. Dante and Phantom are browsing the small but delectable menu that the place has to offer. Almost at once a petite, brunette waitress appears with a bright smile on her face.Without looking, Dante greets her.
Dante: "Good evening, Madison. You're beautiful when you smile."
Madison the waitress is a bit taken back with Dante knowing her name but none-the-less begins to blush at his sincere compliment. Her smile gets just a bit bigger before she composes herself.
Madison: Well, good evening to you, too...I'm sorry, I -
Dante: "You may call me Dante."
Dante smirks.
Madison: Good evening, Dante! What can I get for you tonight?
Dante replaces his menu back onto the middle of the table.
Dante: "I'll take the bangers and mash with your recommendation of a house beer."
Phantom looks as though his mouth is watering.
Madison: And you, sir?
Phantom: The same, please.
Madison turns to walk away.
Dante: "Oh, Madison!"
Madison turns back around to Dante.
Dante: "Bring us shots of J and B Scotch..one at a time..and keep them coming."
Madison continues to smile.
Madison: Certainly!
Madison walks away to get The Pac squared away. In this time, Dante and Phantom are exchanging small talk about various sports related matters. Off in the distance we can see David the Midget running around in all his leprechaun glory throwing his hat every which way and throwing half melted gold wrapped chocolates at random patrons. He is rather aimless in his ventures. With rather speedy service, Madison returns to The Pac's booth with their orders all hot and ready for them to consume. She lays the plates down in front of the men followed by their chilled beers and their shots. Madison continues to smile.
Madison: Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?
As Dante begins to sample his food, Phantom speaks up.
Phantom: Why, yes..Please continue to bring your pretty face back here with more shots as we finish them, if you would.
Madison crinkles her nose and smiles.
Madison: My pleasure!
Dante and Phantom chuckle and smirk as Madison walks away. The two men dig right in and enjoy their delicious food and beers. Once finished, Phantom lets out a burp.
Phantom: Delicious!
Phantom wipes his mouth with his napkin as Dante pushes his empty plate aside. Dante picks up his shot of J and B.
Dante: "Match ya for it?"
Phantom grins. Dante puts down his shot as the two begin to play Rock/Paper/Scissors. After shoot, Dante throws Paper as Phantom throws Rock.
Dante: "Shoot."
Phantom chuckles and downs his shot of scotch. At this time, Madison comes over with two more shots. Again, Dante and Phantom play another round. Dante throws Scissors to Phantom's Rock. Phantom lets out a loud 'Ha!' as Dante downs his first shot. Again the two continue to play. Dante throws Paper to Phantom's Scissors.
Phantom: One up!
Dante takes his second shot just as Madison keeps her end of the deal and supplies the shots, only this time she brings a few bottles with her and sits down at the booth with The Pac. On the next round Dante throws Rock to Phantom's Scissors. Dante smirks as Phantom downs his next shot. Madison refills Phantom. This game goes on for about another five minutes. Both Phantom and Dante are just about even keel with one another on shots. Just before they shoot their next round, Phantom throws both of his arms out suddenly.
Phantom: WAIT!! HOLD IT! Nobody move!!
Phantom pauses for a few seconds.
Phantom: The Phantom...has lost a thought!
Both Madison and Dante laugh at Phantom as he tries desperately to remember what he wanted to remember. Suddenly he speaks again...
Phantom: Got it!
Phantom points at the PCW crew filming them.
Phantom: Those guys!...Have a job to do...
Phantom tries to hold back a small hiccup but is unsuccessful. Dante takes in a deep breath before Phantom continues his thought.
Phantom: The Phantom..believes that we owe them the courtesy to at least cut a decent promo before we get too schnockered...
Dante looks around with wide eyes and great anticipation before settling his eyes on Madison, who is smiling at Dante.
Dante: "Well, dear partner...I dunno who is going to schnocker you...But Madison has been reserved by yours truly."
Madison blushes quite a bit. Dante moves over on his end of the booth and allows room for Madison to join him. Madison obliges and sits next to Dante with the scotch bottles close by.
Phantom: No worries...The Phantom will be schnockered before the night's end. Now where were we?
Dante puts his arm around Madison.
Dante: "Promo."
Phantom gathers himself with a deep breath.
Phantom: Promo. Right.
Phantom lazily points almost at the camera before he speaks. Dante corrects Phantom's point to be right at the camera. Dante pats Phantom on the shoulder and he begins to speak.
Phantom: ...Scarletti!! What a night it is for you!
Phantom swallows for a second.
Phantom: A night to rise out of the shadow of your brother! A night to show everyone that you truly are the greatest of your family!
Phantom waves his right arm around somewhat wildly. We can also see Dante sneaking in a shot or two while Phantom is occupied.
Phantom: ...Tonight you have a chance to lose to the Pac. The Pac faces and beats only the best. Consider yourself lucky that you the great Scarletti went toe to toe and got your head kicked in by the Phantom and Dante Daevain! Savor it Scarletti, your fifteen minutes off beat...
The Phantom pauses for a second and thinks...
Phantom: ...The Phantom means.. fame..yes..Fame are upon you..Your fifteen minutes of fame!
Dante is seen stealing Phantom's next shot.
Phantom: Wait..The Phantom thinks he gave you too much credit, Scarletti...Because you are not even close to the best. Nowhere near. In fact...you suck..for lack of a better phrase. Consider tonight an act of charity, Scarletti...Dante and The Phantom might just let you walk out of Beantown Brawl in one piece..maybe.
Phantom looks down to see that his shot is gone. Instinctively he lifts up his other glasses and looks for his shot. While he is occupied, Madison pours him another shot and points it out to Phantom, who seems elated. Dante lets out a small chuckle as he begins to speak up.
Dante: "I guess that leaves you, Sync. Sync the Simpleton. Sync the Sod...Sync The Plumber..."
Dante stops for a second to think about what he just said...
Dante: "...No..That's not right, at all."
Dante shakes his head.
Dante: "At any rate...Sync, you live your life like you are someone else...someone important. I guess living in the shadow of a former champion who happens to be your twin brother has done that to you. But, no doubt, you think you are great...and the world knows you are not. Sure you make your money on a three disc DVD set that shows highlights that would make Botchamania look legitimate...and while that may seem like success to you..that is just pure, unadulterated stupidity to ones like The Devil Himself...The Devil Himself has more talent in his excrement than you will ever possess...I don't want to go out and say that I piss excellence...but that would be selling myself quite short."
The Phantom is seen downing a few shots of his own while Dante speaks.
Dante: "So I will tell you what is going to happen. Phantom and I..we will supply the party. All you and Scarletti have to do is show up. Simple enough, right? We'll play all kinds of games with you and Scarletti, Sync...We'll beat you better than a Mexican beats one of those candy filled things...the name escapes me, my apologies..."
Dante points to the scotch.
Dante: "...And after all is said and done and the two of you leave Boston with all sorts of bruises and disappointments...Phantom and I will pour you poor sods a few drinks and call it a day..Because, after all...We're not THAT heartless...I don't think..."
Dante shrugs.
Dante: "See you boys tonight."
Dante nudges Madison to pour him another shot as he and Phantom resume playing Rock/Paper/Scissors. In the background we can hear glasses and dishes breaking as David is yelling TACO!! at the top of his little lungs. The scene fades out just as we see him flying across the view of the camera.