Post by Cornbread Mafia on Jun 21, 2015 19:07:43 GMT -6
Having retrieved the mail from the their mailbox at the end of the road, Cameron and Shawn Worley start walking back down the mile-long dirt road back home, the trees making it shady and quite pleasant as they walk, pondering their current situation.
Shawn Worley: Man, what we gonna do?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: I don’t know…
The two brothers continue to walk down the long dirt drive to their trailer in the middle of the woods when they see a beat-up white 1967 Volkswagen Beetle with chrome rims on it. Run-DMC, Public Enemy, NWA and Wu-Tang Clan stickers adorn the the bumper and rear window while a vanity plate identifies the car as being from Mississippi, the letters W-O-R-M appearing on it in green lettering. The two continue on to see the mini-glow worm hanging from the rearview mirror and just nod to each other.
Shawn Worley: The Worm…
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: He probably in there dancin’ with Daisy.
Shawn looks down, shaking his head in mild disbelief.
Shawn Worley: Still callin’ hisself “Wild N Out” too.
Cameron walks around to the back and nods.
Cameron Worley: At least he still got it on his license plate, anyway.
Shawn glances down at the wheels and shakes his head again.
Shawn Worley: I can’t believe he put them rims on a damn Beetle!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I can’t believe he hasn’t put spinners or made it bounce.
Shawn takes a closer look.
Shawn Worley: Actually, I think them chrome things ARE spinners.
Cameron can’t help but chuckle again.
Cameron Worley: Sounds like Ronnie…
Shawn glances up at the trailer and just stares for a second.
Shawn Worley: We’re gonna go in there and find him in MC Hammer pants and a wife beater, ain’t we?
Cameron nods, looking like he wants to laugh harder.
Cameron Worley: Probably, knowin’ the Worm.
Shawn just shakes his head as if he really can’t believe this is all real.
Shawn Worley: You think he still has that haircut?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: And that hat that fits over it too, I’d ‘magine.
Shawn continues to stare at the trailer.
Shawn Worley: This is gonna make it harder, ain’t it?
The smile fades off Cameron’s face. Would Ronnie being here make what they had to do that much harder? Or would it make it easier because now they had some entertainment to take everybody’s minds off the bad news?
Cameron Worley: Depends…
Frowning in confusion, Shawn glances over the roof of the car at his brother.
Shawn Worley: On what?
Cameron nods to the backyard.
Cameron Worley: On whether he’s done had him any Pepsi yet.
Shawn turns his attention back to the trailer, his eyes going wide at the thought of the Worm on Pappy’s Pepsi.
Shawn Worley: Lord… then he’d think the whole house was on them damn bouncy things!
Cameron can’t help but laugh.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, he probably would.
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: How do those not just shake the car apart?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: I’m sure it can if you leave them on too long but there’s usually a killswitch and they’re just for a show at times.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Yeah, I spose.
Sighing heavily, Shawn taps the hood of the Beetle.
Shawn Worley: Are we ready for this?
Cameron stares at the trailer himself.
Cameron Worley: Is there ever a good time for news like this?
Shawn starts to retort but stops himself, pondering if there’s an answer to come up with here. He leans against the car for a second and then shrugs.
Shawn Worley: No, I spose there’s not.
Cameron nods, both brothers still staring at their home.
Cameron Worley: we’s about to have us a match with the World Champion on our side against the Tag Team Champions and the Number One Contender on the other and we know what Bubba will say if we say that Contender’s name out loud…
Shawn nods knowingly.
Shawn Worley: He’ll struggle between bein’ scared and bein’ excited because of what happened with good ol’ Vince Jones, Silver Baron and Tedman.
Cameron nods his agreement.
Cameron Worley: Especially since we know Baron is likely to be there as well.
Shawn nods back.
Shawn Worley: Yeah, and workin’ that whole…
He pauses, shaking his head.
Shawn Worley: I don’t even know what the hell you call his deal!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I don’t know, but we gotta take it into account since Vince is in the match and he owns Baron’s ass now…
Shawn shakes his head, leaning against the car again.
Shawn Worley: Don’t that guy have enough of an entourage already?
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: Man like that, ain’t never enough to satisfy his ego. He’s got the little yes man, the younger brother hanger-on and both of them are there to satisfy his ego, blow smoke up his ass, in the brother’s case, sometimes literally on the whole blowing smoke part, and make him feel like a big man because they need him more than he needs them.
Shawn frowns.
Shawn Worley: But he does need them…
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, he do, probably why what happens with his woman happens so often in public. They both high maintenance and honestly look like they enjoy the drama cause without it, they wouldn’t know what to do. It’s all they’s ever known and if it went away, they’d freak and be all, “I ain’t arguin’ with nobody, somethin’ wrong!”
Shawn nods slowly.
Shawn Worley: Ya think Sang Réal and he’ll get along?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I’d say yes but they don’t seem to get along with nobody. They spend so much time tryin’ to make fun of people…
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: They do that to Vince and Sentinel…
Cameron nods his agreement again.
Cameron Worley: They ain’t gonna be walkin’ outta there if they lip off at Vince like they normally do.
Shawn nods again and the brothers stare in momentary silence at their trailer again.
Shawn Worley: You think we can trust Sentinel?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: That ain’t even the question…
Shawn frowns, turning to look at his brother over the car again.
Shawn Worley: It ain’t?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: No, the question is really sorta twofold.
As Cameron trails off, Shawn just stares expectantly at his brother.
Shawn Worley: Ok…
Cameron nods to the house again.
Cameron Worley: Knowing how all three of these guys like to mouth off, the question is really, which one tries to call Sentinel a redneck like us first and then will Sentinel leave anything for us to do, or will he just kill ‘em all and have us standin’ there on the apron lookin’ wholly unnecessary.
He pauses, chuckling to himself.
Cameron Worley: Course, Sang Réal would say we was already because they like to pretend we ain’t never kicked they asses and that Connor ain’t from round here too!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Sentinel won’t from the start?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Considering without us it’d be seven on one, I wanna say no, but he might just hold his belt up and expect that to hold them all off, so…
He trails off for a second to poncer this question one last time before definitively answering his brother.
Cameron Worley: He just might...
As Shawn starts to nod, the door to the trail flies open and a man in bright orange baggy pants, Chuck Taylors, a white wifebeater and matching orange hat over his standing tall blonde hair comes through the entry doing the running man.
Cameron Worley: Still got the damn Kid N’ Play hair…
Shawn nods as the man makes his way down the stairs.
Cameron Worley: Yo, Ronnie!
The man stops dancing and grins before sliding down the bannister of the front stairs.
Ronnie Mercer: How ya doin’?
Cameron and Shawn glance to each other and then start laughing.
Cameron Worley: You goin’ Jersey on us, Ronnie?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: Naw, dog, just sayin’ what’s up is all.
Cameron and nods and embraces his cousin.
Cameron Worley: Still the Worm!
Ronnie steps back and starts dancing the funky chicken.
Ronnie Mercer: Always yo, gotta be Wild N’ Out with Ronnie Mercer!
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: I swear, if you say “razzle dazzle” in the next ten seconds, I’m callin’ Willie!
Ronnie shrugs and he and Shawn hug as well.
Ronnie Mercer: Love you too, Bro.
Cameron grins, nodding to the trailer.
Cameron Worley: Y’all have any Pepsi?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: Naw, Jessie already had Daisy skiing and Bubba was just ready to dance, yo!
Cameron nods slowly.
Cameron Worley: Did anybody tell him about Teddy?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: No, why?
Shawn nods, looking wary.
Shawn Worley: He’s probably gone…
Ronnie’s eyes widen as he nods.
Ronnie Mercer: Y’all want me to stick around a bit?
Both brothers nod and Ronnie follows them back inside the trailer.
A few hours later, a camera crew has arrived and opens on Cameron and Shawn standing on the porch, each one holding a red solo cup full of amber liquid.
Cameron Worley: Y’all ready for this?
Shawn nods just off to the side but Cameron shakes his head like he didn’t like the answer.
Cameron Worley: Naw, are y’all really ready for this? I mean, really ready for this?
Shawn nods again.
Shawn Worley: I don’t think they know what y’all is talkin’ ‘bout, Cam.
Cameron nods knowingly.
Cameron Worley: We just had to walk in there and tell people we loved that somebody that was important to them wasn’t gonna be around no more and it hit me that we’re about to have that threatened about a million times this week.
Shawn nods in agreement.
Shawn Worley: Sho nuff is!
Cameron shrugs, waving his arms out to his sides.
Cameron Worley: And the best part is they’s all gonna be empty as hell threats too. Sentinel’s gonna tell us to stay out his damn way like we actually wanna get in his way when we his damn partners!
Shawn shakes his head in disgusted disbelief.
Cameron Worley: Sang Réal gonna tell us we ain’t no good, we can’t hang with them and that they was just born better when at best, they’s proven they ain’t better than shit and at worst…
Shawn chuckles.
Shawn Worley: They’ve proven they can run their mouths and get punked out by a guy pretending to be nothing but another announcer.
Cameron nods, joining in on laughing at the joke.
Cameron Worley: That was pretty funny. There they is tryin’ to talk all this shit and that man just gives them a look and they don’t do shit about him…
Both brothers nod before standing up straight.
Cameron Worley: That’s the saddest part about y’all. You, Vince Jones, Sentinel, none of y’all need to do half hr shit you do, especially Vince and y’all, and yet, you do it anyway and then wonder why half the world is callin’ y’all things that piss you off and disrespecting you do bad that winnin’ them titles don’t seem to have helped much! Ain’t none of y’all need to do that shit, you all way more talented than that! Gabriel Krown one of the best technical wrestlers on the damn planet, what he need to be doin’ runnin’ like a bitch from an announcer? Connor Murphy and Vince Jones, two of the best damn brawlers on the planet and Vince can say he’s the total goddamn package and yet…
He shakes his head in disgust, Shawn doing the same.
Cameron Worley: He gotta use them damn loaded gloves?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Against girls he always claims he ain’t need help against too!
Cameron just shakes his head in complete disgust.
Cameron Worley: Krown and Murphy already found out and now Jonesy’s gonna find out, ain’t so much fun when you try that on dem southern boys!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Oh, hell no!
Cameron steps back from the railing.
Cameron Worley: You try that with us and Sentinel they’s gonna be consequences and repercussions and that’s just from Sentinel!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Consequences and repercussions!
Cameron tosses the contents of his cup over the railing.
Cameron Worley: Y’all gonna find out what it means to feel like a little bitty worm on a big fuckin’ hook!
Shawn starts to say something but stops and looks at his brother.
Shawn Worley: Yo, we got any?
Cameron frowns.
Cameron Worley: Worms?
Shawn nods and Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, we probably should take Bubba fishin’ now after tellin’ him about Teddy and all.
Shawn tosses the contents of his cup over the railing as well.
Shawn Worley: Oh, hell yeah!
Cameron nods and turns back to the camera.
Cameron Worley: Helluva way to get ready to come after the bigger variety… we’ll see y’all worms at the show!
Shawn Worley: Man, what we gonna do?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: I don’t know…
The two brothers continue to walk down the long dirt drive to their trailer in the middle of the woods when they see a beat-up white 1967 Volkswagen Beetle with chrome rims on it. Run-DMC, Public Enemy, NWA and Wu-Tang Clan stickers adorn the the bumper and rear window while a vanity plate identifies the car as being from Mississippi, the letters W-O-R-M appearing on it in green lettering. The two continue on to see the mini-glow worm hanging from the rearview mirror and just nod to each other.
Shawn Worley: The Worm…
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: He probably in there dancin’ with Daisy.
Shawn looks down, shaking his head in mild disbelief.
Shawn Worley: Still callin’ hisself “Wild N Out” too.
Cameron walks around to the back and nods.
Cameron Worley: At least he still got it on his license plate, anyway.
Shawn glances down at the wheels and shakes his head again.
Shawn Worley: I can’t believe he put them rims on a damn Beetle!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I can’t believe he hasn’t put spinners or made it bounce.
Shawn takes a closer look.
Shawn Worley: Actually, I think them chrome things ARE spinners.
Cameron can’t help but chuckle again.
Cameron Worley: Sounds like Ronnie…
Shawn glances up at the trailer and just stares for a second.
Shawn Worley: We’re gonna go in there and find him in MC Hammer pants and a wife beater, ain’t we?
Cameron nods, looking like he wants to laugh harder.
Cameron Worley: Probably, knowin’ the Worm.
Shawn just shakes his head as if he really can’t believe this is all real.
Shawn Worley: You think he still has that haircut?
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: And that hat that fits over it too, I’d ‘magine.
Shawn continues to stare at the trailer.
Shawn Worley: This is gonna make it harder, ain’t it?
The smile fades off Cameron’s face. Would Ronnie being here make what they had to do that much harder? Or would it make it easier because now they had some entertainment to take everybody’s minds off the bad news?
Cameron Worley: Depends…
Frowning in confusion, Shawn glances over the roof of the car at his brother.
Shawn Worley: On what?
Cameron nods to the backyard.
Cameron Worley: On whether he’s done had him any Pepsi yet.
Shawn turns his attention back to the trailer, his eyes going wide at the thought of the Worm on Pappy’s Pepsi.
Shawn Worley: Lord… then he’d think the whole house was on them damn bouncy things!
Cameron can’t help but laugh.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, he probably would.
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: How do those not just shake the car apart?
Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: I’m sure it can if you leave them on too long but there’s usually a killswitch and they’re just for a show at times.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Yeah, I spose.
Sighing heavily, Shawn taps the hood of the Beetle.
Shawn Worley: Are we ready for this?
Cameron stares at the trailer himself.
Cameron Worley: Is there ever a good time for news like this?
Shawn starts to retort but stops himself, pondering if there’s an answer to come up with here. He leans against the car for a second and then shrugs.
Shawn Worley: No, I spose there’s not.
Cameron nods, both brothers still staring at their home.
Cameron Worley: we’s about to have us a match with the World Champion on our side against the Tag Team Champions and the Number One Contender on the other and we know what Bubba will say if we say that Contender’s name out loud…
Shawn nods knowingly.
Shawn Worley: He’ll struggle between bein’ scared and bein’ excited because of what happened with good ol’ Vince Jones, Silver Baron and Tedman.
Cameron nods his agreement.
Cameron Worley: Especially since we know Baron is likely to be there as well.
Shawn nods back.
Shawn Worley: Yeah, and workin’ that whole…
He pauses, shaking his head.
Shawn Worley: I don’t even know what the hell you call his deal!
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I don’t know, but we gotta take it into account since Vince is in the match and he owns Baron’s ass now…
Shawn shakes his head, leaning against the car again.
Shawn Worley: Don’t that guy have enough of an entourage already?
Cameron chuckles.
Cameron Worley: Man like that, ain’t never enough to satisfy his ego. He’s got the little yes man, the younger brother hanger-on and both of them are there to satisfy his ego, blow smoke up his ass, in the brother’s case, sometimes literally on the whole blowing smoke part, and make him feel like a big man because they need him more than he needs them.
Shawn frowns.
Shawn Worley: But he does need them…
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, he do, probably why what happens with his woman happens so often in public. They both high maintenance and honestly look like they enjoy the drama cause without it, they wouldn’t know what to do. It’s all they’s ever known and if it went away, they’d freak and be all, “I ain’t arguin’ with nobody, somethin’ wrong!”
Shawn nods slowly.
Shawn Worley: Ya think Sang Réal and he’ll get along?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I’d say yes but they don’t seem to get along with nobody. They spend so much time tryin’ to make fun of people…
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: They do that to Vince and Sentinel…
Cameron nods his agreement again.
Cameron Worley: They ain’t gonna be walkin’ outta there if they lip off at Vince like they normally do.
Shawn nods again and the brothers stare in momentary silence at their trailer again.
Shawn Worley: You think we can trust Sentinel?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: That ain’t even the question…
Shawn frowns, turning to look at his brother over the car again.
Shawn Worley: It ain’t?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: No, the question is really sorta twofold.
As Cameron trails off, Shawn just stares expectantly at his brother.
Shawn Worley: Ok…
Cameron nods to the house again.
Cameron Worley: Knowing how all three of these guys like to mouth off, the question is really, which one tries to call Sentinel a redneck like us first and then will Sentinel leave anything for us to do, or will he just kill ‘em all and have us standin’ there on the apron lookin’ wholly unnecessary.
He pauses, chuckling to himself.
Cameron Worley: Course, Sang Réal would say we was already because they like to pretend we ain’t never kicked they asses and that Connor ain’t from round here too!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Sentinel won’t from the start?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Considering without us it’d be seven on one, I wanna say no, but he might just hold his belt up and expect that to hold them all off, so…
He trails off for a second to poncer this question one last time before definitively answering his brother.
Cameron Worley: He just might...
As Shawn starts to nod, the door to the trail flies open and a man in bright orange baggy pants, Chuck Taylors, a white wifebeater and matching orange hat over his standing tall blonde hair comes through the entry doing the running man.
Cameron Worley: Still got the damn Kid N’ Play hair…
Shawn nods as the man makes his way down the stairs.
Cameron Worley: Yo, Ronnie!
The man stops dancing and grins before sliding down the bannister of the front stairs.
Ronnie Mercer: How ya doin’?
Cameron and Shawn glance to each other and then start laughing.
Cameron Worley: You goin’ Jersey on us, Ronnie?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: Naw, dog, just sayin’ what’s up is all.
Cameron and nods and embraces his cousin.
Cameron Worley: Still the Worm!
Ronnie steps back and starts dancing the funky chicken.
Ronnie Mercer: Always yo, gotta be Wild N’ Out with Ronnie Mercer!
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: I swear, if you say “razzle dazzle” in the next ten seconds, I’m callin’ Willie!
Ronnie shrugs and he and Shawn hug as well.
Ronnie Mercer: Love you too, Bro.
Cameron grins, nodding to the trailer.
Cameron Worley: Y’all have any Pepsi?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: Naw, Jessie already had Daisy skiing and Bubba was just ready to dance, yo!
Cameron nods slowly.
Cameron Worley: Did anybody tell him about Teddy?
Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie Mercer: No, why?
Shawn nods, looking wary.
Shawn Worley: He’s probably gone…
Ronnie’s eyes widen as he nods.
Ronnie Mercer: Y’all want me to stick around a bit?
Both brothers nod and Ronnie follows them back inside the trailer.
A few hours later, a camera crew has arrived and opens on Cameron and Shawn standing on the porch, each one holding a red solo cup full of amber liquid.
Cameron Worley: Y’all ready for this?
Shawn nods just off to the side but Cameron shakes his head like he didn’t like the answer.
Cameron Worley: Naw, are y’all really ready for this? I mean, really ready for this?
Shawn nods again.
Shawn Worley: I don’t think they know what y’all is talkin’ ‘bout, Cam.
Cameron nods knowingly.
Cameron Worley: We just had to walk in there and tell people we loved that somebody that was important to them wasn’t gonna be around no more and it hit me that we’re about to have that threatened about a million times this week.
Shawn nods in agreement.
Shawn Worley: Sho nuff is!
Cameron shrugs, waving his arms out to his sides.
Cameron Worley: And the best part is they’s all gonna be empty as hell threats too. Sentinel’s gonna tell us to stay out his damn way like we actually wanna get in his way when we his damn partners!
Shawn shakes his head in disgusted disbelief.
Cameron Worley: Sang Réal gonna tell us we ain’t no good, we can’t hang with them and that they was just born better when at best, they’s proven they ain’t better than shit and at worst…
Shawn chuckles.
Shawn Worley: They’ve proven they can run their mouths and get punked out by a guy pretending to be nothing but another announcer.
Cameron nods, joining in on laughing at the joke.
Cameron Worley: That was pretty funny. There they is tryin’ to talk all this shit and that man just gives them a look and they don’t do shit about him…
Both brothers nod before standing up straight.
Cameron Worley: That’s the saddest part about y’all. You, Vince Jones, Sentinel, none of y’all need to do half hr shit you do, especially Vince and y’all, and yet, you do it anyway and then wonder why half the world is callin’ y’all things that piss you off and disrespecting you do bad that winnin’ them titles don’t seem to have helped much! Ain’t none of y’all need to do that shit, you all way more talented than that! Gabriel Krown one of the best technical wrestlers on the damn planet, what he need to be doin’ runnin’ like a bitch from an announcer? Connor Murphy and Vince Jones, two of the best damn brawlers on the planet and Vince can say he’s the total goddamn package and yet…
He shakes his head in disgust, Shawn doing the same.
Cameron Worley: He gotta use them damn loaded gloves?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Against girls he always claims he ain’t need help against too!
Cameron just shakes his head in complete disgust.
Cameron Worley: Krown and Murphy already found out and now Jonesy’s gonna find out, ain’t so much fun when you try that on dem southern boys!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Oh, hell no!
Cameron steps back from the railing.
Cameron Worley: You try that with us and Sentinel they’s gonna be consequences and repercussions and that’s just from Sentinel!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Consequences and repercussions!
Cameron tosses the contents of his cup over the railing.
Cameron Worley: Y’all gonna find out what it means to feel like a little bitty worm on a big fuckin’ hook!
Shawn starts to say something but stops and looks at his brother.
Shawn Worley: Yo, we got any?
Cameron frowns.
Cameron Worley: Worms?
Shawn nods and Cameron grins.
Cameron Worley: Yeah, we probably should take Bubba fishin’ now after tellin’ him about Teddy and all.
Shawn tosses the contents of his cup over the railing as well.
Shawn Worley: Oh, hell yeah!
Cameron nods and turns back to the camera.
Cameron Worley: Helluva way to get ready to come after the bigger variety… we’ll see y’all worms at the show!
