Post by johnnybulldog on Aug 28, 2018 6:48:03 GMT -5
The camera cuts to the backstage interview area, where Johnny Bulldog is stood with interviewee Cindy Bush.
Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming my guest at this time - host of Fool's Gold - Mr Johnny Bulldog.
The camera pans slightly to the left to reveal Bulldog, who is stood with a blank expression and his new barbed-wire friend, Neil. The crowd erupt into boos. He makes a slight grunt to acknowledge Bush.
Hmmph. Host of Fool's Gold? Is that the best you could come up with, Cindy? I'm a Triple Crown winner, a Hall of Famer... Hell, I could do your job better than you can. In fact, why don't you introduce me as 'Number One Contender for the GWA World Championship'...
The crowd boos even louder, with a chant emerging:
British Shit! British Shit! British Shit!
Before morphing into another:
Dylan's Bitch! Dylan's Bitch! Dylan's Bitch!
M-Mr Bulldog, may I talk to you about The Brotherhood? What's going on with you these days?
The Brotherhood? The Brotherhood? That's the least of your worries, Cindy. We're fine. Dylan is doing his own thing and Lio is... Well, Lio is...
Well? Lio is what?..
Bulldog sighs.
I'm just not into this anymore, Cindy. It's gone. The spark, the desire - everything is gone.
What do you mean, Mr Bulldog?
You know exactly what I mean Cindy. I've been pushed aside. My so called Dangerous 'Brother' doesn't even have my back anymore. He's too busy doing his model shoots for GayToday or whatever the magazine is called, or chasing a pig around the ring - what's it's name...
Susan?
Nope... the other one...
Cindy looks confused.
Sue Rodgers, that's it.
The boos erupt again with a chant of 'That Was Shit!'
Oh shut up. That's the problem. I'm not respected enough - but you see, Cindy, I don't bitch or moan or cry about it or take a month or so off, I go out there every Sunday night and put on a show for these dogs - and they just throw it right back in my face. They're too stupid to realize the talent I possess, or in fact, the talent Lio possesses.
He suddenly reaches out and pulls the camera so it focuses just on his face, knocking a cameraman over in the process.
That's it. The solution. The Dangerous Brothers are back, and we're gonna be better than ever. We're gonna be bigger, we're gonna be badder, we're gonna be... DANGEROUSSSSSSS.
He pulls the camera even closer.
You've been warned.
Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming my guest at this time - host of Fool's Gold - Mr Johnny Bulldog.
The camera pans slightly to the left to reveal Bulldog, who is stood with a blank expression and his new barbed-wire friend, Neil. The crowd erupt into boos. He makes a slight grunt to acknowledge Bush.
Hmmph. Host of Fool's Gold? Is that the best you could come up with, Cindy? I'm a Triple Crown winner, a Hall of Famer... Hell, I could do your job better than you can. In fact, why don't you introduce me as 'Number One Contender for the GWA World Championship'...
The crowd boos even louder, with a chant emerging:
British Shit! British Shit! British Shit!
Before morphing into another:
Dylan's Bitch! Dylan's Bitch! Dylan's Bitch!
M-Mr Bulldog, may I talk to you about The Brotherhood? What's going on with you these days?
The Brotherhood? The Brotherhood? That's the least of your worries, Cindy. We're fine. Dylan is doing his own thing and Lio is... Well, Lio is...
Well? Lio is what?..
Bulldog sighs.
I'm just not into this anymore, Cindy. It's gone. The spark, the desire - everything is gone.
What do you mean, Mr Bulldog?
You know exactly what I mean Cindy. I've been pushed aside. My so called Dangerous 'Brother' doesn't even have my back anymore. He's too busy doing his model shoots for GayToday or whatever the magazine is called, or chasing a pig around the ring - what's it's name...
Susan?
Nope... the other one...
Cindy looks confused.
Sue Rodgers, that's it.
The boos erupt again with a chant of 'That Was Shit!'
Oh shut up. That's the problem. I'm not respected enough - but you see, Cindy, I don't bitch or moan or cry about it or take a month or so off, I go out there every Sunday night and put on a show for these dogs - and they just throw it right back in my face. They're too stupid to realize the talent I possess, or in fact, the talent Lio possesses.
He suddenly reaches out and pulls the camera so it focuses just on his face, knocking a cameraman over in the process.
That's it. The solution. The Dangerous Brothers are back, and we're gonna be better than ever. We're gonna be bigger, we're gonna be badder, we're gonna be... DANGEROUSSSSSSS.
He pulls the camera even closer.
You've been warned.