Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2021 9:48:55 GMT -5
Wrasslin (off-cam)
It’s a quiet day in Harrison, Arkansas, or more specifically the household of the Busch family. A somewhat typical farm-house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields. On the yard we see a VW Van, the typical “Hippie bus”, pulling to the front yard and out of it walks a man dressed in tie dye shirt and do-rag and a pair of blue jeans.
“YO! Bro!” He man hollers and out the front door of the house walks a man who shares a distinct similarity in appearance. Same height, same weight, same build, same brown curly mane of a hair, same unkempt beard. But in clothing he couldn’t be more different. A black sleeveless shirt, a red-and-black flannel shirt, black jeans and snakeskin boots.
“Whats up Tom?” The newcomer responds to the hippie, who walks up to the other man and wraps his arm around his shoulder.
“I got a gig for us Samuel, one that’ll help us get out of here even momentarily, and finally get some cash to fix up the place and whatnot. I mean, ya gotta drop a truck drivin unless you got loads to take to Reno, but this gig pays a lot more. And leads to a lot more pussy!”
The one called Samuel stares at Tom incredulously and glances over his shoulder and into the house. “Alrighty. First off, I ain’t stoppin my drivin. I gotsta keep maself busy unless ya want a fistfight a day. An I ain’t gonna spend too much time with Tim over there. He’s your responsibility!”
Tom chuckles and shakes his head, giving Samuel a pat in the back .”Don’t worry bro, it involves Timothy as well! We’re brothers after all. Where one goes, the rest follow right? So I figured. Since you’re damn good in a fight, I can hold my own and god have mercy on the man who pisses off Timothy… Why not get into the wrasslin business? I even scouted a place for us over at Reno, Nevada. It’s a new promotion so plenty of time for us Busch Bros to make an impact! Whatcha say Samuel?”
The flannel-wearing brother scratched his head and took another glance inside, looking a bit unsure. “Ya tellin me I can make a fortune by beatin people up? I mean, fuck, that’s like a fucki dream come true to me Tom. But I just worry bout Tim. How ya gonna explain to him that we’re gonna be makin money by beatin people up?”
Tom chuckled again. “Don’t worry bro, Loverboy here got it covered. So just get packin, I’ll have a chat with Timothy.” He patted Samuel on the back and went inside, heading to a room on the back.
“Heeey, where’s my favorite lil’ brother! Timothyyyyy, Ya here?” He hollered into the room and turned his head when he heard a noise from the corner.
In there sat another man physically identical to him, but this time wearing a ragged white dress shirt, a loose tie and a pair of slacks that barely fit. He was staring at a sock puppet in his hand with his other hand adjusting the leather straps that were covering his face. Tom walked into the room and crouched next to Timothy.
“Hey Tiny, whats up? I see you found the mask again. I thought we told ya that you shouldn’t wear it since it makes you look weird. C’mon bro, take it off” He spoke softly as if to a child and reached for the mask in Timothy’s face. The moment he touched it the other man let out a shriek and bumrushed Tom, knocking him over and stuffing the sock-covered hand to his mouth.
Tom started to tap the ground furiously, trying to say something, anything, but the masked man wouldn’t let go. “DON’T TOUCH THE MASK!!! ITS MINE MINE MINE!!! SOCKSWORTH SAID IT LOOKS GOOD!!!!”
All the while he was shrieking, Tom was trying to get loose. But he couldn’t. Not until Samuel rushed into the room and yanked Tim off his brother. “C’mon Tim, calm down. He didn’t know. He didn’t mean no harm. Just… relax. Socksworth is getting soggy too.”
That actually helped, Tim snapped out of it and looked at the sock in his hand, suddenly looking worried and pulled it off, trying to twist it dry. “I’m sorry Socksworth! I didn’t mean to hurt you… just Tommy… Sorry!” After frantically twisting and turning the sock he put it back on his hand and after glancing it over a time or two looked satisfied. He then turned to Sam. “Tommy tried to take my mask off Sammy… He was being mean!”
Sam sighed and gave Tim a hug. “I know Tim. But he didn’t mean anything bad. He didn’t know you like it so much. Please, just apologize to him Tim, I bet he’s sorry too” Sam said this while shooting an icy glare over at Tom who was still sitting on the ground catching his breath. But the tie-dye wearing brother got the message.
“Yeah… Sorry Tiny, you can keep the mask if you like it so much. I do need to talk about something to you though… Infact the mask might come in handy. So… want to hear what I have?” He spoke to Tim who left Sam’s embrace and plopped down on the ground opposite to Tom.
“I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanna hear what you have to say!” a hint of excitement creeped into Tim’s voice and he stared at Sam with childish intensity.
“Well Tiny… You know all that wrestling you watch on TV? All those cool guys doing all those cool things? Well You, me and Samuel, we’re gonna be wrestlers too! We’re gonna go to a big city and become famous just like those people you like to watch! Whatcha say bout that Tiny?”
The youngest of the triplets thought for a second before speaking in a voice laced with wonder. “A wrestler? Me?” He looked at the sock puppet “Hear that Socksworth? TIMMYS GONNA BE A WRESTLER!!!” Tim rushed Tom again, but this time it was a genuine hug. “Thank you thank you thank you Tommy! I love you! I can’t wait!”
Thomas, who was smiling up to Sam patted Timothy on the back in a brotherly manner. “Now now, calm down Tiny. We need to start packing and everything. We’re going to Reno!”
With that, Tim rushed off to his closet to start packing while Sam and Tom walked off. Sam looked at the eldest triplet. “You sure this gonna work Tom? I mean, three of us? First off we need to explain EVERYTHING to Tim. Rules and all. And after that… Ya think we can be any good? I mean, I can beat people up but wrasslin is more than just beatin people up. All those hold and flips and dives and bombs and slams… man. Gonna hafta start practicin if I we wanna be any good.”
Tom chuckled again, something he did a lot it seems. “Don’t you worry bout it bro. Loverboys got it covered. Just follow my lead an we’ll be juuuust fine. Have I let ya down? Besides. With Loverboy Busch, Tiny Tim Busch and Big Sam Busch teamin up.. .ain’t nobody gon stop us. Just believe me on this. Reno ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em when they realize that the Boys are back in town!”
The Busch Crush (on-cam)
We open up to a view of the front porch at the Busch Ranch, with the three brothers each occupying a spot on it. Tiny Tim is in the corner, seemingly having a conversation with Socksworth, Big Sam is shadowboxing against the wall and in their middle, on an old rocking chair sits the leader of the trio, the eldest brother, Loverboy is grinning widely as usual, his loud tie-dye clothing in stark contrast to the rural quaintness of the house and the surrounding landscape. And when he speaks, the contrast merely intensifies.
“Well HELLLOOO THEEERE! It’s ya boy, Loverboy live from the Busch ranch in the beautiful Harrison, Arkansas! Man. It’s been quite a few days hasn’t it? Me an my brothers made our official first appearance as honest to god wrasslers at UPRISING’s Revolution 4 and boy howdy, it didn’t take long for us to get booked to actually show what we can do in that pretty ring of yours! And who’da thunk it that as our very first appearance, we’d get to square off with some pretty ladies! I can tell ya, Loverboy here likes the that proposition! I mean, fightin guys is all fine an dandy, I know that as a wrassler ya can’t be picky about who ya throw down with, but if I could choose, I’d always facet the fairer sex.
Why? Because I’d rather stare at a pretty face and a firm ass than some ugly fool with a chip on his shoulder ya know? Besides. The name Loverboy ain’t just empty braggin, the whole state of Arkansas can vouch for the fact that when Loverboy offers you a ride, you won’t regret takin it! From Gravette to Eudora to Fouke to Blytheville and everything inbetween, the belles know what happens when my lovemobile pulls into town! An startin from Revolution 5, the people of Reno will also be treated to Loverboys gentle touch! But let’s not stray from the topic on hand shall we? Just like us Brothers there’s three girls in the Crush aight? Caramel Cane, who I’d love to find out whether she’s as buttery and sweet as her name suggests… Lollipop, who’d I’d love to give a few licks to and Heidi Austin, who’s just another good ol’ southerner as us brothers here, so I bet we’ll get along just fine… See, Loveryboy here is, like the name suggests, a lover not a fighter. But because of that, it’s a good thing that just like with those who come for a ride in the lovemobile… I never come alone!”
Loverboy stands up, walking over to Big Sam and tapping his shoulder. Sam glances over to Loverboy and he motions to the camera, mouthing the words “Your go” to Big Sam, who obliges, turns around and cracks his knuckles.
“So, I kinda zoned out of Loverboys yappin, so I didn’t hear what he said. But He did tell me before he started rollin that we’re supposed to talk about Revolution 5 and the Crush. Well girls. Caramel, Lollipop, Heidi… Loverboy probably already made you uncomfortable and grossed out with his less-than-subtle flirting… So lemme make you even more uncomfortable by putting down my foot. See girls, Loverboy might not be a fighter but I am. See, I’ve been standing up to my brothers almost since the day I could throw a punch. Be it boyfriends, husbands or rivals of Loverboy left emptyhanded or those wanting to laugh and point and Tiny, I’ve taught every single fucker I’ve come across that you do NOT fuck with the Brothers Busch. Loverboy might wanna show you a good time, but I am gonna make sure that your time in that ring with us is gonna be as miserable as possible. Now I know I ain’t the fanciest wrassler out there, I don’t do frontflips or armdrags. But I got two fists and two feet and I’m gonna use each of them to make you regret the day you tied on a pair of boots.
See the thing is girls, when it comes to my brothers… NOBODY hurts them. And since this business is by default involving hurting, I just gotta hurt you enough to make sure none of you hurt them. And if fists and feet ain’t enough, I’ll just whip out my trusty tire iron and go to town on your asses. I picked up by lookin at shit that you girls like to use bricks and whatnot. Well bring it on. Brick might beat paper, but Tire iron beats brick! I don’t care which one of your sorry fuckers steps into the ring with me, ya’ll gonna get knocked upside the noggin and sent packin back to whatever weird-talkin shithole ya come from. An yeah, that includes you Heidi, ya texans are full of shit by default so I’ll take extreme care to kick ALL that shit out of you when the bell rings. So get ready for an asswhippin of a lifetime girls, cause I ain’t an italian faggot, I ain’t a rich bitch rant. And I ain’t a big dumb mute brute. I am Big Sam Busch and when I’m done with ya, ya’ll be askin each other in a fucking daze… Did anyone get the plates on that truck? Because honk honk motherfucker, you’re in my way!”
As Sam starts to rile up properly, Loverboy steps in and puts his arm on his shoulder, whispering a few things to Big Sam’s ear. The middle brother grunts and turns around, returning to shadow boxing. Loverboy then winks at the camera and walks over to Tiny Tim. He crouches next to the youngest brother and pats him on the head in an almost fatherly fashion. Tiny looks up and Loverboy motions towards the camera, with Tiny’s eyes lighting up like a kid on christmas morning and he turns his whole body to face the camera. Loverboy takes a few steps back to disappear from the frame and Tiny speaks up after clearing his throat a few times.
“Hi everybody! I’m Tiny, and this is Socksworth and we want to tell you all how excited we both are to be coming to Reno for Revolution! See, Ever since I was a small boy, even before I found Socksworth I watched wrasslin from the telly and I can’t believe that I am now a wrassler myself! Socksworth tells me that part of being a wrassler is to say mean things about your opponent before the match but I don’t want to. I want to be a good guy! See, I got a mask like a superhero and everything! So I won’t say mean things. Because I am not mean.
I know that fighting isn’t nice, but Socksworth says that the end justifies the means, so even if I have to hurt the pretty girls in the ring… I am still a good guy because I am doing for a good cause! I want to put a smile in the faces of everyone who comes to see us in person! And the girls are mean anyway, or so Socksworth tells me. But how can someone with a name like Caramel or Lollipop be mean? Those are nice things. Sweet and tasty. How can they be mean? Now I don’t know about Heidi, she sounds mean. So maybe I’ll just fight with her. But Socksworth also tells me the pretty girls like breaking the rules.. But thats not nice! The rules are there for a reason! Without rules the game is ruined! Why would you want to ruin something as fun as wrasslin? I never liked the ones who broke the rules when I watched the telly… So don’t be meanies and break the rules okay? Lets just have fun! And… Lets see… OH! My name is Tiny, this is Socksworth and we’ll see you all at Revolution!”
Tiny waves to the camera with the sock-clad and, jumping up and down like an overexcited kid until Loverboy walks into the frame and gives him a hug, whispering a few words to his ear. Tiny nods vigorously and sits back down, launching into a fullblown discussion with Socksworth and Loverboy turns to face the camera and speaks up.
“There ya have it ladies and ladies… and gentlemen I guess. On January 23rd from the Silver State Ballroom in Reno, Nevada, ya’ll are invited to witness the inring debut of the Brothers Busch! I’m the Loverboy, to my left is Tiny Tim, to my right is Big Sam… And I think it’s time to end in a high cause in two weeks… the boys are back in town!”
And with that, the view fades to a logo of Revolution with the faces of the three brothers photoshopped on top of it.
It’s a quiet day in Harrison, Arkansas, or more specifically the household of the Busch family. A somewhat typical farm-house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields. On the yard we see a VW Van, the typical “Hippie bus”, pulling to the front yard and out of it walks a man dressed in tie dye shirt and do-rag and a pair of blue jeans.
“YO! Bro!” He man hollers and out the front door of the house walks a man who shares a distinct similarity in appearance. Same height, same weight, same build, same brown curly mane of a hair, same unkempt beard. But in clothing he couldn’t be more different. A black sleeveless shirt, a red-and-black flannel shirt, black jeans and snakeskin boots.
“Whats up Tom?” The newcomer responds to the hippie, who walks up to the other man and wraps his arm around his shoulder.
“I got a gig for us Samuel, one that’ll help us get out of here even momentarily, and finally get some cash to fix up the place and whatnot. I mean, ya gotta drop a truck drivin unless you got loads to take to Reno, but this gig pays a lot more. And leads to a lot more pussy!”
The one called Samuel stares at Tom incredulously and glances over his shoulder and into the house. “Alrighty. First off, I ain’t stoppin my drivin. I gotsta keep maself busy unless ya want a fistfight a day. An I ain’t gonna spend too much time with Tim over there. He’s your responsibility!”
Tom chuckles and shakes his head, giving Samuel a pat in the back .”Don’t worry bro, it involves Timothy as well! We’re brothers after all. Where one goes, the rest follow right? So I figured. Since you’re damn good in a fight, I can hold my own and god have mercy on the man who pisses off Timothy… Why not get into the wrasslin business? I even scouted a place for us over at Reno, Nevada. It’s a new promotion so plenty of time for us Busch Bros to make an impact! Whatcha say Samuel?”
The flannel-wearing brother scratched his head and took another glance inside, looking a bit unsure. “Ya tellin me I can make a fortune by beatin people up? I mean, fuck, that’s like a fucki dream come true to me Tom. But I just worry bout Tim. How ya gonna explain to him that we’re gonna be makin money by beatin people up?”
Tom chuckled again. “Don’t worry bro, Loverboy here got it covered. So just get packin, I’ll have a chat with Timothy.” He patted Samuel on the back and went inside, heading to a room on the back.
“Heeey, where’s my favorite lil’ brother! Timothyyyyy, Ya here?” He hollered into the room and turned his head when he heard a noise from the corner.
In there sat another man physically identical to him, but this time wearing a ragged white dress shirt, a loose tie and a pair of slacks that barely fit. He was staring at a sock puppet in his hand with his other hand adjusting the leather straps that were covering his face. Tom walked into the room and crouched next to Timothy.
“Hey Tiny, whats up? I see you found the mask again. I thought we told ya that you shouldn’t wear it since it makes you look weird. C’mon bro, take it off” He spoke softly as if to a child and reached for the mask in Timothy’s face. The moment he touched it the other man let out a shriek and bumrushed Tom, knocking him over and stuffing the sock-covered hand to his mouth.
Tom started to tap the ground furiously, trying to say something, anything, but the masked man wouldn’t let go. “DON’T TOUCH THE MASK!!! ITS MINE MINE MINE!!! SOCKSWORTH SAID IT LOOKS GOOD!!!!”
All the while he was shrieking, Tom was trying to get loose. But he couldn’t. Not until Samuel rushed into the room and yanked Tim off his brother. “C’mon Tim, calm down. He didn’t know. He didn’t mean no harm. Just… relax. Socksworth is getting soggy too.”
That actually helped, Tim snapped out of it and looked at the sock in his hand, suddenly looking worried and pulled it off, trying to twist it dry. “I’m sorry Socksworth! I didn’t mean to hurt you… just Tommy… Sorry!” After frantically twisting and turning the sock he put it back on his hand and after glancing it over a time or two looked satisfied. He then turned to Sam. “Tommy tried to take my mask off Sammy… He was being mean!”
Sam sighed and gave Tim a hug. “I know Tim. But he didn’t mean anything bad. He didn’t know you like it so much. Please, just apologize to him Tim, I bet he’s sorry too” Sam said this while shooting an icy glare over at Tom who was still sitting on the ground catching his breath. But the tie-dye wearing brother got the message.
“Yeah… Sorry Tiny, you can keep the mask if you like it so much. I do need to talk about something to you though… Infact the mask might come in handy. So… want to hear what I have?” He spoke to Tim who left Sam’s embrace and plopped down on the ground opposite to Tom.
“I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanna hear what you have to say!” a hint of excitement creeped into Tim’s voice and he stared at Sam with childish intensity.
“Well Tiny… You know all that wrestling you watch on TV? All those cool guys doing all those cool things? Well You, me and Samuel, we’re gonna be wrestlers too! We’re gonna go to a big city and become famous just like those people you like to watch! Whatcha say bout that Tiny?”
The youngest of the triplets thought for a second before speaking in a voice laced with wonder. “A wrestler? Me?” He looked at the sock puppet “Hear that Socksworth? TIMMYS GONNA BE A WRESTLER!!!” Tim rushed Tom again, but this time it was a genuine hug. “Thank you thank you thank you Tommy! I love you! I can’t wait!”
Thomas, who was smiling up to Sam patted Timothy on the back in a brotherly manner. “Now now, calm down Tiny. We need to start packing and everything. We’re going to Reno!”
With that, Tim rushed off to his closet to start packing while Sam and Tom walked off. Sam looked at the eldest triplet. “You sure this gonna work Tom? I mean, three of us? First off we need to explain EVERYTHING to Tim. Rules and all. And after that… Ya think we can be any good? I mean, I can beat people up but wrasslin is more than just beatin people up. All those hold and flips and dives and bombs and slams… man. Gonna hafta start practicin if I we wanna be any good.”
Tom chuckled again, something he did a lot it seems. “Don’t you worry bout it bro. Loverboys got it covered. Just follow my lead an we’ll be juuuust fine. Have I let ya down? Besides. With Loverboy Busch, Tiny Tim Busch and Big Sam Busch teamin up.. .ain’t nobody gon stop us. Just believe me on this. Reno ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em when they realize that the Boys are back in town!”
The Busch Crush (on-cam)
We open up to a view of the front porch at the Busch Ranch, with the three brothers each occupying a spot on it. Tiny Tim is in the corner, seemingly having a conversation with Socksworth, Big Sam is shadowboxing against the wall and in their middle, on an old rocking chair sits the leader of the trio, the eldest brother, Loverboy is grinning widely as usual, his loud tie-dye clothing in stark contrast to the rural quaintness of the house and the surrounding landscape. And when he speaks, the contrast merely intensifies.
“Well HELLLOOO THEEERE! It’s ya boy, Loverboy live from the Busch ranch in the beautiful Harrison, Arkansas! Man. It’s been quite a few days hasn’t it? Me an my brothers made our official first appearance as honest to god wrasslers at UPRISING’s Revolution 4 and boy howdy, it didn’t take long for us to get booked to actually show what we can do in that pretty ring of yours! And who’da thunk it that as our very first appearance, we’d get to square off with some pretty ladies! I can tell ya, Loverboy here likes the that proposition! I mean, fightin guys is all fine an dandy, I know that as a wrassler ya can’t be picky about who ya throw down with, but if I could choose, I’d always facet the fairer sex.
Why? Because I’d rather stare at a pretty face and a firm ass than some ugly fool with a chip on his shoulder ya know? Besides. The name Loverboy ain’t just empty braggin, the whole state of Arkansas can vouch for the fact that when Loverboy offers you a ride, you won’t regret takin it! From Gravette to Eudora to Fouke to Blytheville and everything inbetween, the belles know what happens when my lovemobile pulls into town! An startin from Revolution 5, the people of Reno will also be treated to Loverboys gentle touch! But let’s not stray from the topic on hand shall we? Just like us Brothers there’s three girls in the Crush aight? Caramel Cane, who I’d love to find out whether she’s as buttery and sweet as her name suggests… Lollipop, who’d I’d love to give a few licks to and Heidi Austin, who’s just another good ol’ southerner as us brothers here, so I bet we’ll get along just fine… See, Loveryboy here is, like the name suggests, a lover not a fighter. But because of that, it’s a good thing that just like with those who come for a ride in the lovemobile… I never come alone!”
Loverboy stands up, walking over to Big Sam and tapping his shoulder. Sam glances over to Loverboy and he motions to the camera, mouthing the words “Your go” to Big Sam, who obliges, turns around and cracks his knuckles.
“So, I kinda zoned out of Loverboys yappin, so I didn’t hear what he said. But He did tell me before he started rollin that we’re supposed to talk about Revolution 5 and the Crush. Well girls. Caramel, Lollipop, Heidi… Loverboy probably already made you uncomfortable and grossed out with his less-than-subtle flirting… So lemme make you even more uncomfortable by putting down my foot. See girls, Loverboy might not be a fighter but I am. See, I’ve been standing up to my brothers almost since the day I could throw a punch. Be it boyfriends, husbands or rivals of Loverboy left emptyhanded or those wanting to laugh and point and Tiny, I’ve taught every single fucker I’ve come across that you do NOT fuck with the Brothers Busch. Loverboy might wanna show you a good time, but I am gonna make sure that your time in that ring with us is gonna be as miserable as possible. Now I know I ain’t the fanciest wrassler out there, I don’t do frontflips or armdrags. But I got two fists and two feet and I’m gonna use each of them to make you regret the day you tied on a pair of boots.
See the thing is girls, when it comes to my brothers… NOBODY hurts them. And since this business is by default involving hurting, I just gotta hurt you enough to make sure none of you hurt them. And if fists and feet ain’t enough, I’ll just whip out my trusty tire iron and go to town on your asses. I picked up by lookin at shit that you girls like to use bricks and whatnot. Well bring it on. Brick might beat paper, but Tire iron beats brick! I don’t care which one of your sorry fuckers steps into the ring with me, ya’ll gonna get knocked upside the noggin and sent packin back to whatever weird-talkin shithole ya come from. An yeah, that includes you Heidi, ya texans are full of shit by default so I’ll take extreme care to kick ALL that shit out of you when the bell rings. So get ready for an asswhippin of a lifetime girls, cause I ain’t an italian faggot, I ain’t a rich bitch rant. And I ain’t a big dumb mute brute. I am Big Sam Busch and when I’m done with ya, ya’ll be askin each other in a fucking daze… Did anyone get the plates on that truck? Because honk honk motherfucker, you’re in my way!”
As Sam starts to rile up properly, Loverboy steps in and puts his arm on his shoulder, whispering a few things to Big Sam’s ear. The middle brother grunts and turns around, returning to shadow boxing. Loverboy then winks at the camera and walks over to Tiny Tim. He crouches next to the youngest brother and pats him on the head in an almost fatherly fashion. Tiny looks up and Loverboy motions towards the camera, with Tiny’s eyes lighting up like a kid on christmas morning and he turns his whole body to face the camera. Loverboy takes a few steps back to disappear from the frame and Tiny speaks up after clearing his throat a few times.
“Hi everybody! I’m Tiny, and this is Socksworth and we want to tell you all how excited we both are to be coming to Reno for Revolution! See, Ever since I was a small boy, even before I found Socksworth I watched wrasslin from the telly and I can’t believe that I am now a wrassler myself! Socksworth tells me that part of being a wrassler is to say mean things about your opponent before the match but I don’t want to. I want to be a good guy! See, I got a mask like a superhero and everything! So I won’t say mean things. Because I am not mean.
I know that fighting isn’t nice, but Socksworth says that the end justifies the means, so even if I have to hurt the pretty girls in the ring… I am still a good guy because I am doing for a good cause! I want to put a smile in the faces of everyone who comes to see us in person! And the girls are mean anyway, or so Socksworth tells me. But how can someone with a name like Caramel or Lollipop be mean? Those are nice things. Sweet and tasty. How can they be mean? Now I don’t know about Heidi, she sounds mean. So maybe I’ll just fight with her. But Socksworth also tells me the pretty girls like breaking the rules.. But thats not nice! The rules are there for a reason! Without rules the game is ruined! Why would you want to ruin something as fun as wrasslin? I never liked the ones who broke the rules when I watched the telly… So don’t be meanies and break the rules okay? Lets just have fun! And… Lets see… OH! My name is Tiny, this is Socksworth and we’ll see you all at Revolution!”
Tiny waves to the camera with the sock-clad and, jumping up and down like an overexcited kid until Loverboy walks into the frame and gives him a hug, whispering a few words to his ear. Tiny nods vigorously and sits back down, launching into a fullblown discussion with Socksworth and Loverboy turns to face the camera and speaks up.
“There ya have it ladies and ladies… and gentlemen I guess. On January 23rd from the Silver State Ballroom in Reno, Nevada, ya’ll are invited to witness the inring debut of the Brothers Busch! I’m the Loverboy, to my left is Tiny Tim, to my right is Big Sam… And I think it’s time to end in a high cause in two weeks… the boys are back in town!”
And with that, the view fades to a logo of Revolution with the faces of the three brothers photoshopped on top of it.