Post by UWL Office on Apr 14, 2023 19:29:03 GMT -5
The camera cuts away to show something that happened earlier in the day, as indicated by the "Earlier Today" tag at the bottom of the screen. It's the sizzle of a barbeque as various glazed and sauce covered cuts of meat are grilling away on a barbeque, and the slight murmur of hungry patrons can be heard in the background.
Greasy - Relax boys, there's enough for the both of you, even though I know you've practically bankrupted me over the year with your voracious appetites!
The camera pans out to show a buffet table with a veritable king's bounty of food on it, from delectable looking salads to a cheese platter that could feed an orphanage. But as the two men - who other than their choice of haircut and facial hair, were entirely identical - continued looking fussy, it was obvious they hadn't touched a single part of the feast that was in front of them.
Steak - When's the meat done, Padre?
Gravy - Because we're starving here!
Their trainer, father figure and part-time cook sighed a little as he turned away from the grill to address the boys.
Greasy - Listen boys, I know you love your prime cuts, your fatty briskets, and t-bone steaks, but if you wanna be professional wrestlers for the UWL you have to be more focused on your dietary regiment. Unless you two are secretly part-stegosaurus, you can't just wrestle on meat alone!
The two brothers would exchange reluctant glances, wondering what they had gotten themselves into, and they'd morbidly look at the other food items in front of them as if they had been two men just sent to the gallows.
Steak - Do we have to, Padre? Can't we just put velveeta on our hamburgers?
Gravy - Also Stegosauruses didn't eat meat...
Greasy Jeff and Steak looked at Gravy with confusion in their eyes, who seemed to snap back to the matter at hand.
Gravy - Also Steak is right, you might as well kill us if we're forced to eat... whatever this is.
Gravy paws at some leafy greens like a child would petulantly avoid their vegetables, and Greasy Jeff Jameson could only sigh a little at the two overgrown 'boys' that clearly loved stuffing their faces with every type of meat that was made for human consumption. Eventualyl Jeff would smile and laugh at the situation.
Greasy - You two boys really are something, but you gotta promise me you'll take this serious when you have to.
The two 'boys' nod in wholehearted agreement at the proposal, their eyes glossy and their mouth watering as they eagerly await the main course they wanted all along. And putting down a platter of pure beef, Greasy presented his latest culinary creations.
Greasy - Enjoy your steamed hams, I heard those city slickers up in New York like these things, so I guess I would try something different today. It's all beef, so fire away boys!
Despite the beef patties being obviously grilled, neither Steak nor Gravy cared an inch about what they exactly were as they voraciously consumed their 'steamed hams', and their trainer would grab a handful of cheese for himself.
Greasy - The UWL has no idea what they're going to see...
Greasy - Relax boys, there's enough for the both of you, even though I know you've practically bankrupted me over the year with your voracious appetites!
The camera pans out to show a buffet table with a veritable king's bounty of food on it, from delectable looking salads to a cheese platter that could feed an orphanage. But as the two men - who other than their choice of haircut and facial hair, were entirely identical - continued looking fussy, it was obvious they hadn't touched a single part of the feast that was in front of them.
Steak - When's the meat done, Padre?
Gravy - Because we're starving here!
Their trainer, father figure and part-time cook sighed a little as he turned away from the grill to address the boys.
Greasy - Listen boys, I know you love your prime cuts, your fatty briskets, and t-bone steaks, but if you wanna be professional wrestlers for the UWL you have to be more focused on your dietary regiment. Unless you two are secretly part-stegosaurus, you can't just wrestle on meat alone!
The two brothers would exchange reluctant glances, wondering what they had gotten themselves into, and they'd morbidly look at the other food items in front of them as if they had been two men just sent to the gallows.
Steak - Do we have to, Padre? Can't we just put velveeta on our hamburgers?
Gravy - Also Stegosauruses didn't eat meat...
Greasy Jeff and Steak looked at Gravy with confusion in their eyes, who seemed to snap back to the matter at hand.
Gravy - Also Steak is right, you might as well kill us if we're forced to eat... whatever this is.
Gravy paws at some leafy greens like a child would petulantly avoid their vegetables, and Greasy Jeff Jameson could only sigh a little at the two overgrown 'boys' that clearly loved stuffing their faces with every type of meat that was made for human consumption. Eventualyl Jeff would smile and laugh at the situation.
Greasy - You two boys really are something, but you gotta promise me you'll take this serious when you have to.
The two 'boys' nod in wholehearted agreement at the proposal, their eyes glossy and their mouth watering as they eagerly await the main course they wanted all along. And putting down a platter of pure beef, Greasy presented his latest culinary creations.
Greasy - Enjoy your steamed hams, I heard those city slickers up in New York like these things, so I guess I would try something different today. It's all beef, so fire away boys!
Despite the beef patties being obviously grilled, neither Steak nor Gravy cared an inch about what they exactly were as they voraciously consumed their 'steamed hams', and their trainer would grab a handful of cheese for himself.
Greasy - The UWL has no idea what they're going to see...
