Post by Shamus on Jun 14, 2008 9:03:15 GMT -5
(Sidenote: Me and Joel Frost came up with this together.)
Shamus blinks lowering another beer as foam drips from his beard, he shakes his head before he looks over to the frowning Joel Frost who throws back another shot. Frost seems to have done some damage, but is not surrounded by empties like the Irish Behemoth.
Frost leans forward. "Shamus, I have had it with Seven, Mikkey with two K's, and Max Jewel! I honestly don't know how they can wrestle with their heads shoved so far up Croc's ass!"
Frost called for another shot, and Shamus blinked at him as he drained another beer. Then he rubbed at his nose. "Joel, are you even old enough to drink in here, man? Your profile says you joined CWA when you were 19, and you've only been here a year."
Frost ignored him, pounding down the shot. "Seriously, if I hear one more word about how great Croc is? I am going to throw up all over myself! 'Croc this, Croc that, Croc is the man!' How does Croc stand it? If I had three people running around, constantly kissing my ass? I would start to get a little pissed."
Shamus nodded, motioning for another beer before he looked at Frost. Hand raking through his beard, and then he shrugged. "Who is Croc?"
Frost blinked. "Croc? You know Croc, legendary wrestler from Australia?"
Shamus nodded. "Oh, yeah. Was he the big one or the little one?"
Frost tilted his head. "What? There's only one of him."
"Really? Are you sure, I remember two! And they did this thing with their arms." Shamus rose, waving his arms as he stomped around the table. Frost blinked, shaking his head.
"Dude, that was the Bushwhackers."
"Huh? So who is Croc?" Shamus asked, sitting down with his beer.
Frost shrugged, thinking. "Well, he is Australian! An Icon, a legend, he has no fear!"
Shamus snapped his fingers, grinning. "I do know him! But I thought the Stingray killed him."
Frost lowered his shot, sighing. "Shamus, that was Steve Irwin. I am talking about Croc. As in Crocodile, you know?"
Shamus drained his drink, chin in his palm as he seemed to think. "Wait! I have it! I do know that guy, he hid the reporter from the mobsters in the outback! And then they went to New York!"
Frost stared at him. "That was Crocodile Dundee, it was a movie."
Shamus continued excitedly. "Yeah, he was played by Hulk Hogan!"
Frost shook his head, looking frustrated. "That was Paul Hogan."
"Are you sure?"
Frost nodded, taking another shot. "Yeah. Pretty fucking sure, man."
Shamus grunted, then looked back to Frost. "What does this have to do with Monday?"
Frost snorted. "I have been asking myself that every Monday since I came back since all Mikkey seems to be able to say is 'Croc' and 'Harder, Max Jewel, Harder'."
Shamus blinks lowering another beer as foam drips from his beard, he shakes his head before he looks over to the frowning Joel Frost who throws back another shot. Frost seems to have done some damage, but is not surrounded by empties like the Irish Behemoth.
Frost leans forward. "Shamus, I have had it with Seven, Mikkey with two K's, and Max Jewel! I honestly don't know how they can wrestle with their heads shoved so far up Croc's ass!"
Frost called for another shot, and Shamus blinked at him as he drained another beer. Then he rubbed at his nose. "Joel, are you even old enough to drink in here, man? Your profile says you joined CWA when you were 19, and you've only been here a year."
Frost ignored him, pounding down the shot. "Seriously, if I hear one more word about how great Croc is? I am going to throw up all over myself! 'Croc this, Croc that, Croc is the man!' How does Croc stand it? If I had three people running around, constantly kissing my ass? I would start to get a little pissed."
Shamus nodded, motioning for another beer before he looked at Frost. Hand raking through his beard, and then he shrugged. "Who is Croc?"
Frost blinked. "Croc? You know Croc, legendary wrestler from Australia?"
Shamus nodded. "Oh, yeah. Was he the big one or the little one?"
Frost tilted his head. "What? There's only one of him."
"Really? Are you sure, I remember two! And they did this thing with their arms." Shamus rose, waving his arms as he stomped around the table. Frost blinked, shaking his head.
"Dude, that was the Bushwhackers."
"Huh? So who is Croc?" Shamus asked, sitting down with his beer.
Frost shrugged, thinking. "Well, he is Australian! An Icon, a legend, he has no fear!"
Shamus snapped his fingers, grinning. "I do know him! But I thought the Stingray killed him."
Frost lowered his shot, sighing. "Shamus, that was Steve Irwin. I am talking about Croc. As in Crocodile, you know?"
Shamus drained his drink, chin in his palm as he seemed to think. "Wait! I have it! I do know that guy, he hid the reporter from the mobsters in the outback! And then they went to New York!"
Frost stared at him. "That was Crocodile Dundee, it was a movie."
Shamus continued excitedly. "Yeah, he was played by Hulk Hogan!"
Frost shook his head, looking frustrated. "That was Paul Hogan."
"Are you sure?"
Frost nodded, taking another shot. "Yeah. Pretty fucking sure, man."
Shamus grunted, then looked back to Frost. "What does this have to do with Monday?"
Frost snorted. "I have been asking myself that every Monday since I came back since all Mikkey seems to be able to say is 'Croc' and 'Harder, Max Jewel, Harder'."
