MrMonty

Episode 2

The debaters were all tired. After a long day in the proverbial ring, they got on the coach and got driven back to their wrestlingrealm sponsered house. As they stepped down off the coach, they found Thunderman waiting for them outside the front door.

Thunderman: Hey guys! I'm soooo sorry about not being there today. You see, I had to run out this morning to get a fresh quill and ink pad, and then I got chased by this big dog, and the dog ate my quill, so I wrote my debate on the receipt I had for the quill with a pencil, but then the dog ate it and attacked me, and...

Isaac steps to the front of the group and delivers an open palmed slap to Thunderman.

Isaac: You lie. Furthermore, with run on sentances like that, we don't need you. Get the hell out of here. You are hereby banned from The Debate League. Never come near this house again. Go. Now!

Thunderman: But I'm telling the truth!

Isaac: Since when did "the truth" have anything to do with debating? Don't make me slap you again.

Thunderman slinks away with his head hanging low as the rest of the group enters the house. They find a dead dog in the hallway...evidently dead from ink poisoning. Heads turn slowly towards Isaac.

Isaac: That could be any dog dead from eating any quill. GTFO.

Everyone gathers round in the living room, slouching over couches and chairs. Sure enough, people start to converse in groups about the days events.

Diesel: Anyone seen Brye?

MAVSFAN: I think I saw him going out for a walk with EGame. I don't know if they're coming back.

Diesel: Maybe they're going skipping through the meadow to pick flowers

MAVSFAN: That's not funny Diesel.

Diesel: Your mother isn't funny. What's your point?

MAVSFAN: You take that back!

Diesel: Dude, sit down. In case you didn't notice, I'm Asian. I know Kung Fu.

MAVSFAN: And in case YOU didn't notice, I'm also Asian! I know Karate!

Diesel: Do you really want to start this?

Monty: Hey fuckers. Aussie and I were just about to have a few tequilas to take the edge off the day...fancy joining us?

MAVSFAN: Get lost Monty. You and that wench aren't welcome here.

Aussie: What did he just call me? What did you just call me!?

Monty: You would be wise to watch that mouth of yours buddy boy...it could get you in trouble.

Diesel: Back of the line you drunkard, this Asian is mine.

Aussie: The hell he is!

Diesel: This is no place for women Aussie, the men have things to sort out.

Monty: Ohhhh you're going to regret disrespecting her like that Diesel.

All four slowly stand up to face each other...

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MVP Weedman and Movement have just ordered the butler to find some...ahem...relaxation aides.

Weedman: Oh that was as easy as my ex girlfriend today.

Movement: Speak for yourself nig. That Isaac nig fucked me over big time. I dominated him and then got screwed by that nig panel. Fuck.

Weedman: You know what you need? Some weed.

Movement: Damn strait my nig. Where is that butler anyway?

Enter Killswitch with a finely rolled joint on a tray.

Weedman: Ah, that's the stuff, just like my girlfriend used to roll it.

Killswitch: That's how I roll, he he

Movement: That supposed to be funny nig? You trying to be fucking funny!

Killswitch: I was just making a referance to a saying of a popular wrestler, and using it in an entirely different context than what it was originally intended for comedic purposes

Weedman:...

Movement:....you trying to be fucking funny!?

The Lady Killer: Is there a problem here?

Weedman: This hired help is making jokes that I find offensive. He's offending me, my weed, and my ex girlfriend.

Movement: Yeah! Fuck nig, I mean come on.

Killswitch: Listen guys, I don't want any trouble, and I assure you that you don't either.

Weedman: You threatening me?

The Lady Killer: Sounds like it. And Movement, what have I told you about your language?

Movement: I will NOT be held down by fucking censorship!

The Lady Killer: Then it seems Switch and Weedy aren't the only ones who have a problem...

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The front door opens and a large group of new debaters enter the house. First in line is RPC, who bustles into the house full of excitement. Unwittingly, he bumps into a very irate DDMac.

DDMac: The fuck?

RPC: Hey! Watch it! Oh, it's you Mac. How are you? I'm so excited to be here!

DDMac: S'ok. Just calm down would ya?

RPC: Of course, of course, I'm just so enthused about this DL! I mean, it sounds like so much fun. If you can win, of course. Hey, did you win today?

DDMac:

RPC: Oh. Oh well. Better luck next time eh? Hey maybe after I settle in I could give you some advice on how to debate? I'm rather good, and I'm sure all you need is a little bit of guidance. First of all, you always want to start out with....

DDMac: We're going to have a VERY big problem...

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Isaac and TLK are watching each other from across the room. They slowly walk towards each other, meeting in the middle. There is a prolonged silence, with both starting intently in the others' eyes. The expression never leaves their eyes as they start to whisper slowly and calculatingly to each other.

TLK: It's the champ.

Isaac: It sure is.

4 minute silence...

TLK: Seeing as everyone already knows we're gonna face each other, I don't quite know what to do now.

Isaac: I too am finding it both difficult and pointles to say anything of substance.

Another 4 minute silence follows before both men slowly walk backwards, never breaking eye contact.

Unfinished business? Nothing changed there...

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Click or Die, Bitch

edit - ise*

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Brandon

Awesome Dave.

edit - ise*

TLK: It's the champ.

Isaac: It sure is.


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TENSION.

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MoveMent

Awesome isn't even the correct word for this.

RYAN

Very good stuff Monty

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bruteshot74

Awesome stuff Mr. Monty.

Steve Brye

Awesome stuff, imo.

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AFK Weedman

lawls @ me but more so MAVSFAN

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Aussie

My hero.

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