Post by #DI-WHY? on Jun 27, 2016 21:48:40 GMT -5
{Mike Jette is impatiently waiting at the airport, barely containing his excitement}
Mike: Any minute now, he's going to be back. My cousin is coming back from Afghanistan!
Airport Lady: That's nice...
Mike: We were inseparable for the longest time as children, and then he got drafted. We wrote every now and then, but we haven't been that close in five years. It's almost time for the reunion and it's going to be great!
Airport Lady: I'm sorry, what?
Mike: You.... Weren't listening?
Airport Lady: I don't know you...
*She gets up and a minute later someone else sits down*
Mike: Hi.
Aiport Lady #2: Hello.
Mike: Guess what!
Lady #2: No.
*The lady gets up and leaves*
Mike: Wow, people are rude here.
: Tell me about it...
Mike: No way...
*Mike turns around and sees his cousin, Andrew Ford, decked out in military gear standing there*
Mike: Andrew!
Andrew: Hey Mike. How've yeah been? Haven't seen you in a couple years.
Mike: Iv'e been alright. We've got some catching up do do. C'mon, the cars parked in the lot, we're going drinking!
Andrew: Already?
Mike: Got anywhere else to be?
Andrew: .... Good point. Let's get going.
*An hour and a half later*
Andrew: WFWF? You got in?
Mike: Not only that, but I am in a championship match, with my tag partner, Frank Lynn.
Andrew: Well congrats, man. This is a big opportunity. I'll be watching for sure.
Mike: Well I hoped you would say that, because I got you tickets to the show! You'll be sitting front row for the tag match!
Andrew: Glad I'll be there! I really hope you guys get the win. Speaking of "you guys", who is "Frank Lynn"?
Mike: Hang on, actually.
*Mike walks away and takes out his phone, and calls Frank Lynn.*
Mike: Hey Frank, what're you up to?
Frank: Oh nothing really, just hanging out with Ricky
Ricky: Oh nothing really!?
Frank: Okay sorry. I'm having the time of my life hanging out with Ricky.
Ricky: Better...
Mike: Well I'm here drinking with my cousin Andrew, you guys should come join us!
Frank: Yeah, sounds pretty good.
* Shortly after, Frank and Ricky arrive and sit down. They become aquatinted with each other. The alcohol is starting to set in*
Andrew: So, tell me about your opponents.
Mike: Joshua Dean, a crazy guy who has been rivaling with Drakz for a while now and has his mind in that.
Andrew: Who's his partner?
Frank: Drakz.
Andrew: What? But I thought you just said that-
Mike: They're very dysfunctional.
Ricky: That's an understatement. Those two couldn't get along in a million years. It's amazing that they've managed to hold on to those titles for this long.
Frank: But not much longer, eh Mike?
Mike: You know it dude. It's going to be pretty awesome. Those toy titles are going to be NOTHING compared to the real gold!
Andrew: Toy titles?
Ricky: You've got a LOT of antics to catch up on.
Andrew: So Ricky, I hear you're training to be a manager?
Ricky: Yeah, Frank has been training me. I've been getting better.
Andrew: So, is this cadet eligible for this academy?
Frank: YOU want to train to be our manager?
Andrew: I figures the more guys out there for you, the better.
*Frank and Mike look at each other*
Frank: I mean I don't see why you can't train, but I haven't guaranteed a manager spot to anyone yet.
Ricky: Well-
Frank: ANYONE, Ricky. You both have to earn your way to being our managers. But let's not worry about that now. What's our strat for the title match?
Mike: Easy. Lets capitalize on the dysfunction. Get them to really hate each other, then strike.
Frank: Genius. We have to have a strategy, these guys are GOOD.
Mike: We got this. I know we do. We're THAT good.
Frank: Let's not get that cocky.
Andrew: Let's toast. To the tag titles, and to Team Thunderbirds
Everyone: *clinking glasses* TEAM THUNDERBIRDS!
*They finish drinking and Ricky and Frank take off*
Mike: Hey did you really mean all tht stuff about wanting to be involved in our team?
Andrew: Of course brother. I want to make up for the 5 years we didn't get to hang out.
Mike: I'll drink to tha-
*Mike falls off the curb face first*
Mike: Okay maybe I WON'T drink to that
*They both laugh and Andrew puts his hand on Mike's shoulder, helping him up*
Andrew: Whatever happens, we'll always have family.
Mike: You know that's true.
*They laugh again getting into a cab. In the distance someone watches them. A familiar face holding a tag team title toy. He throws it on the ground. While stomping on it, the man stops and looks at the writing on it: "Down with the Thunderbirds"*
Mike: Any minute now, he's going to be back. My cousin is coming back from Afghanistan!
Airport Lady: That's nice...
Mike: We were inseparable for the longest time as children, and then he got drafted. We wrote every now and then, but we haven't been that close in five years. It's almost time for the reunion and it's going to be great!
Airport Lady: I'm sorry, what?
Mike: You.... Weren't listening?
Airport Lady: I don't know you...
*She gets up and a minute later someone else sits down*
Mike: Hi.
Aiport Lady #2: Hello.
Mike: Guess what!
Lady #2: No.
*The lady gets up and leaves*
Mike: Wow, people are rude here.
: Tell me about it...Mike: No way...
*Mike turns around and sees his cousin, Andrew Ford, decked out in military gear standing there*
Mike: Andrew!
Andrew: Hey Mike. How've yeah been? Haven't seen you in a couple years.
Mike: Iv'e been alright. We've got some catching up do do. C'mon, the cars parked in the lot, we're going drinking!
Andrew: Already?
Mike: Got anywhere else to be?
Andrew: .... Good point. Let's get going.
*An hour and a half later*
Andrew: WFWF? You got in?
Mike: Not only that, but I am in a championship match, with my tag partner, Frank Lynn.
Andrew: Well congrats, man. This is a big opportunity. I'll be watching for sure.
Mike: Well I hoped you would say that, because I got you tickets to the show! You'll be sitting front row for the tag match!
Andrew: Glad I'll be there! I really hope you guys get the win. Speaking of "you guys", who is "Frank Lynn"?
Mike: Hang on, actually.
*Mike walks away and takes out his phone, and calls Frank Lynn.*
Mike: Hey Frank, what're you up to?
Frank: Oh nothing really, just hanging out with Ricky
Ricky: Oh nothing really!?
Frank: Okay sorry. I'm having the time of my life hanging out with Ricky.
Ricky: Better...
Mike: Well I'm here drinking with my cousin Andrew, you guys should come join us!
Frank: Yeah, sounds pretty good.
* Shortly after, Frank and Ricky arrive and sit down. They become aquatinted with each other. The alcohol is starting to set in*
Andrew: So, tell me about your opponents.
Mike: Joshua Dean, a crazy guy who has been rivaling with Drakz for a while now and has his mind in that.
Andrew: Who's his partner?
Frank: Drakz.
Andrew: What? But I thought you just said that-
Mike: They're very dysfunctional.
Ricky: That's an understatement. Those two couldn't get along in a million years. It's amazing that they've managed to hold on to those titles for this long.
Frank: But not much longer, eh Mike?
Mike: You know it dude. It's going to be pretty awesome. Those toy titles are going to be NOTHING compared to the real gold!
Andrew: Toy titles?
Ricky: You've got a LOT of antics to catch up on.
Andrew: So Ricky, I hear you're training to be a manager?
Ricky: Yeah, Frank has been training me. I've been getting better.
Andrew: So, is this cadet eligible for this academy?
Frank: YOU want to train to be our manager?
Andrew: I figures the more guys out there for you, the better.
*Frank and Mike look at each other*
Frank: I mean I don't see why you can't train, but I haven't guaranteed a manager spot to anyone yet.
Ricky: Well-
Frank: ANYONE, Ricky. You both have to earn your way to being our managers. But let's not worry about that now. What's our strat for the title match?
Mike: Easy. Lets capitalize on the dysfunction. Get them to really hate each other, then strike.
Frank: Genius. We have to have a strategy, these guys are GOOD.
Mike: We got this. I know we do. We're THAT good.
Frank: Let's not get that cocky.
Andrew: Let's toast. To the tag titles, and to Team Thunderbirds
Everyone: *clinking glasses* TEAM THUNDERBIRDS!
*They finish drinking and Ricky and Frank take off*
Mike: Hey did you really mean all tht stuff about wanting to be involved in our team?
Andrew: Of course brother. I want to make up for the 5 years we didn't get to hang out.
Mike: I'll drink to tha-
*Mike falls off the curb face first*
Mike: Okay maybe I WON'T drink to that
*They both laugh and Andrew puts his hand on Mike's shoulder, helping him up*
Andrew: Whatever happens, we'll always have family.
Mike: You know that's true.
*They laugh again getting into a cab. In the distance someone watches them. A familiar face holding a tag team title toy. He throws it on the ground. While stomping on it, the man stops and looks at the writing on it: "Down with the Thunderbirds"*
