Post by RoC Lee Morrison on May 17, 2016 2:07:18 GMT
The Masked Moron is seated inside his locker room, standing across him is a member of the backstage staff is slowly explaining to him the details of his upcoming match.
Staff: "Listen here Mr. Moron, you do understand that your match is part of a tournament match for the Rey de Reyes Title right?"
The Masked Moron nods enthusiastically which produces a sigh of relief from the backstage staff, until...
The Masked Moron: "Just one question... What is a title?"
The poor backstage staff screams at the top of her lungs...
Staff: "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH~! For the final time the title is a championship belt, it represents prestige, it says that you are the best of the best here in GOL!"
The Masked Moron: "Oooooooh~! So the title is a championship belt... What is a championship? Why does it need a belt? Is it like pants? Will it fall without the belt."
At this point, the backstage staff throws her arms in the air in frustration... Short of strangling the intelligently inept wrestler, she tries to calm herself down... She slowly thinks of a way to make The Masked Moron understand but then it dawned to her that she didn't need him to understand. No, she only needed him to be at his match at the appointed time...
Staff: "Do you like candy Mr. Moron?"
The Masked Moron: "Ooooooh~! I like candy very much!"
Staff: "Well I have lots and lots of candy for you if you make sure that you go to ringside for your match against DC Wiland for your Rey de Reyes Tournament match at around 8 o'clock pm. Do you understand?"
The Masked Moron: "Got it! Lots of candy to fight DC Weeweeland at 8 o'clock peepee-m. I understand!"
The backstage staff turns around and fist pumps at her achievement... BUT...
The Masked Moron: "One question... What is 8 o'clock? Is it 8 clocks? Oh wait that's..."
The Masked Moron counts his fingers...
The Masked Moron: "Four questions..."
The backstage staff runs away screaming as the scene slowly fades to black.
Staff: "Listen here Mr. Moron, you do understand that your match is part of a tournament match for the Rey de Reyes Title right?"
The Masked Moron nods enthusiastically which produces a sigh of relief from the backstage staff, until...
The Masked Moron: "Just one question... What is a title?"
The poor backstage staff screams at the top of her lungs...
Staff: "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH~! For the final time the title is a championship belt, it represents prestige, it says that you are the best of the best here in GOL!"
The Masked Moron: "Oooooooh~! So the title is a championship belt... What is a championship? Why does it need a belt? Is it like pants? Will it fall without the belt."
At this point, the backstage staff throws her arms in the air in frustration... Short of strangling the intelligently inept wrestler, she tries to calm herself down... She slowly thinks of a way to make The Masked Moron understand but then it dawned to her that she didn't need him to understand. No, she only needed him to be at his match at the appointed time...
Staff: "Do you like candy Mr. Moron?"
The Masked Moron: "Ooooooh~! I like candy very much!"
Staff: "Well I have lots and lots of candy for you if you make sure that you go to ringside for your match against DC Wiland for your Rey de Reyes Tournament match at around 8 o'clock pm. Do you understand?"
The Masked Moron: "Got it! Lots of candy to fight DC Weeweeland at 8 o'clock peepee-m. I understand!"
The backstage staff turns around and fist pumps at her achievement... BUT...
The Masked Moron: "One question... What is 8 o'clock? Is it 8 clocks? Oh wait that's..."
The Masked Moron counts his fingers...
The Masked Moron: "Four questions..."
The backstage staff runs away screaming as the scene slowly fades to black.