Post by To Be Announced on Dec 2, 2012 13:31:08 GMT -5
Everything is packed and we're off. Shame I can't take everything with me, and I'm sure as hell gonna miss my flat in Vegas, but times are changing, and so are we. MPW is hitting the open road, and so am I! Heading south on Route 93 in a 1996 Toyota Corolla, just me and Sweeney singing along to the Offspring Greatest Hits! Yeah I guess that...oh hang on...here comes the best part...
Both: I WANT YOU...IN A VINYL SUIT...I WANT YOU BAD!! COMPLICATED...X-RATED...I WANT YOU BAD BAD BAD BAD BAAD!!!
...
Both: BAAD!!!
Awesome! Oh god...
Chicken: Come on Sweeney, don't stick that camera in my face again! Not while I'm driving!
Sweeney: Hey dude, you know what this is? It's a road trip! I just wanna film these trips for the future!
Chicken: Well couldn't you just wait until I've stopped the car or something?
Sweeney: I think you mean until you've stopped the $500 shit box! Seriously dude, where the hell did you get this heap of junk?
Chicken: I've had this car for years thank you. Hasn't let me down yet so far!
Sweeney: Yeah well a nicer car would have made this trip sweeter. How about it though? Phoenix! The US Airways Center! MPW's gonna blow the roof off the place!
Chicken: Yeah...and I ain't even on the card!
Sweeney: You are...I mean sure it's a dark match...but you're still on the card! Who was it you're supposed to face again?
Chicken: I don't know but I've seen his promo. Just some dude who likes to play with rocks...
Sweeney: Care to share a few words with him? Since the camera's rolling and all...
Chicken: Right now? Okay well...let me just start by saying that I like his taste in music...but seriously though dude, comparing me to a rock is like comparing Andre Dixon to a fucking girl scout. Yeah sure, I can take a damn good thrashing, but what you seem to forget is that rocks cannot fight back. And believe me Shaun Cross or whatever your name is, at TNT, you'll learn that the hard way. It's gonna take much more than a train to knock this chicken off the block!
Sweeney: Ha! Good one! Oh man, can we take a bathroom break?
Chicken: Again!?
Sweeney: Sorry dude, I drunk a lot before this trip. Didn't realize how long this ride was gonna last.
Chicken: Alright fine. I'll pull up here.
Dammit it's only five hours! Why can't he hold it in? Or at least hold it in until we reach Wickenburg or something! Fucking hell does he have to go so close to the car? And why the hell has he taken that damn camera with him!? Oh man, I've gotta stretch my legs a bit...
Sweeney: Hey dude...
Oh for fuck sake...
Sweeney: ...great view, huh?
Chicken: For the love of god Sweeney! Put that thing away!! Damn!!
Sweeney: Ha ha!!!
Wait, my cell phone's ringing? Unusual. Either from my aunt or...
Chicken: Tasha?
Sweeney: Huh? You say something man?
Chicken: Hang on. It's Tasha. She's calling. I've gotta take this.
I haven't heard from her for some time. I wonder why she's ringing...
Chicken: Hi there Tasha...yeah I know it's been like forever...so where the hell have you...oh really? So what's...oh...
Sweeney: Dude?
Chicken: Hold on a second...
Dammit Sweeney...
Chicken: Cut the camera man, cut the camera...
Both: I WANT YOU...IN A VINYL SUIT...I WANT YOU BAD!! COMPLICATED...X-RATED...I WANT YOU BAD BAD BAD BAD BAAD!!!
...
Both: BAAD!!!
Awesome! Oh god...
Chicken: Come on Sweeney, don't stick that camera in my face again! Not while I'm driving!
Sweeney: Hey dude, you know what this is? It's a road trip! I just wanna film these trips for the future!
Chicken: Well couldn't you just wait until I've stopped the car or something?
Sweeney: I think you mean until you've stopped the $500 shit box! Seriously dude, where the hell did you get this heap of junk?
Chicken: I've had this car for years thank you. Hasn't let me down yet so far!
Sweeney: Yeah well a nicer car would have made this trip sweeter. How about it though? Phoenix! The US Airways Center! MPW's gonna blow the roof off the place!
Chicken: Yeah...and I ain't even on the card!
Sweeney: You are...I mean sure it's a dark match...but you're still on the card! Who was it you're supposed to face again?
Chicken: I don't know but I've seen his promo. Just some dude who likes to play with rocks...
Sweeney: Care to share a few words with him? Since the camera's rolling and all...
Chicken: Right now? Okay well...let me just start by saying that I like his taste in music...but seriously though dude, comparing me to a rock is like comparing Andre Dixon to a fucking girl scout. Yeah sure, I can take a damn good thrashing, but what you seem to forget is that rocks cannot fight back. And believe me Shaun Cross or whatever your name is, at TNT, you'll learn that the hard way. It's gonna take much more than a train to knock this chicken off the block!
Sweeney: Ha! Good one! Oh man, can we take a bathroom break?
Chicken: Again!?
Sweeney: Sorry dude, I drunk a lot before this trip. Didn't realize how long this ride was gonna last.
Chicken: Alright fine. I'll pull up here.
Dammit it's only five hours! Why can't he hold it in? Or at least hold it in until we reach Wickenburg or something! Fucking hell does he have to go so close to the car? And why the hell has he taken that damn camera with him!? Oh man, I've gotta stretch my legs a bit...
Sweeney: Hey dude...
Oh for fuck sake...
Sweeney: ...great view, huh?
Chicken: For the love of god Sweeney! Put that thing away!! Damn!!
Sweeney: Ha ha!!!
Wait, my cell phone's ringing? Unusual. Either from my aunt or...
Chicken: Tasha?
Sweeney: Huh? You say something man?
Chicken: Hang on. It's Tasha. She's calling. I've gotta take this.
I haven't heard from her for some time. I wonder why she's ringing...
Chicken: Hi there Tasha...yeah I know it's been like forever...so where the hell have you...oh really? So what's...oh...
Sweeney: Dude?
Chicken: Hold on a second...
Dammit Sweeney...
Chicken: Cut the camera man, cut the camera...