Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 8:34:52 GMT -5
"Hey everybody! It's ya boy Trapson back on the scHEE-HEEne!"
Camera is on. Trapson is standing in line at a Popeye's, which is backed clear outside the building. Fortunately he's in the front of the line.
"I'm just here waiting on my new chicken sandwich, on the block!"
A man is seen smoking crack, off to the side. Another man in the line is wearing booty shorts and a crop top. Yet another woman is pushing her baby around in a shopping cart.
"I'm just here to let y'all know about The Big Time, coming at you live on September 10th from the Staples Center in Los Angeles!"
The line moves slowly. Yelling is heard feintly in the background.
"This card is stacked, y'all have got to see this show! We got that big five person ladder match for the Television Championship, a Last One Standing match for the Nomad title...Claire versus Lissie...and that main event? No DQ, no countout, World Championship on the line? CANNOT MISS THAT!"
The yelling in the background intensifies.
"Gotta tune in, and don't forget about that Come As You Are battle royal, because you never know who's gonna show up to that..."
"WORLD STAR!"
"Hang on for one second..."
Trapson steps out of line, and is confronted by "Prince".
"YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION? I'M ABOUT TO WRITE A NEW SONG FOR YOU, TRAPSON! PURPLE PAIN!"
"IF YOU'RE SO COOL WHY CAN'T I TYPE OUT THAT BULLSHIT HEIROGLYPH SHIT YOU CALL YOUR NAME?"
"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME TRAPSON? YOU'RE LIVING IN NEVERLAND!"
"MAN FUCK THE MINNESOTA VIKINGS!"
Trapson meets Prince with a front kick, and the two go at it with the rest of the Popeye's cheering them on. The scene cuts, because the cops were coming and the cameraman had a warrant.
Camera is on. Trapson is standing in line at a Popeye's, which is backed clear outside the building. Fortunately he's in the front of the line.
"I'm just here waiting on my new chicken sandwich, on the block!"
A man is seen smoking crack, off to the side. Another man in the line is wearing booty shorts and a crop top. Yet another woman is pushing her baby around in a shopping cart.
"I'm just here to let y'all know about The Big Time, coming at you live on September 10th from the Staples Center in Los Angeles!"
The line moves slowly. Yelling is heard feintly in the background.
"This card is stacked, y'all have got to see this show! We got that big five person ladder match for the Television Championship, a Last One Standing match for the Nomad title...Claire versus Lissie...and that main event? No DQ, no countout, World Championship on the line? CANNOT MISS THAT!"
The yelling in the background intensifies.
"Gotta tune in, and don't forget about that Come As You Are battle royal, because you never know who's gonna show up to that..."
"WORLD STAR!"
"Hang on for one second..."
Trapson steps out of line, and is confronted by "Prince".
"YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION? I'M ABOUT TO WRITE A NEW SONG FOR YOU, TRAPSON! PURPLE PAIN!"
"IF YOU'RE SO COOL WHY CAN'T I TYPE OUT THAT BULLSHIT HEIROGLYPH SHIT YOU CALL YOUR NAME?"
"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME TRAPSON? YOU'RE LIVING IN NEVERLAND!"
"MAN FUCK THE MINNESOTA VIKINGS!"
Trapson meets Prince with a front kick, and the two go at it with the rest of the Popeye's cheering them on. The scene cuts, because the cops were coming and the cameraman had a warrant.