Title: [SYTYCW]: Speak Or Be Gone!
Featuring: The Grady Bunch
Date: 2-08-10
Location: Nashville Meathouse Studios
Off-air
Production Meeting: Nashville Meathouse Studios
[The 1976 'Stache Guy hunkers down with his headset around his puny Adam's Apple bulging neck. Dressed in cut-off denim shorts and fuzzy wool shirt, he had called Jared Borchard from the main house to 'discuss' his unwillingness to be camera friendly.]
[The Production trailor, no bigger than a handicapped bus, shook once Jared stepped onto the steel steps and bent forward to enter into the makeshift headquarters a couple hundred yards from the emaculate Nashville Mansion setting.]
1976 'Stache Guy:
-- Jared, have a seat.
[Jared sits, bent forward.]
1976 'Stache Guy:
-- Jared, as you know, I'm Frito,--
[Awkward wave by Frito, who has the unpopular job of reprimands.]
Frito:
The Producers, being my boss and certainly your boss too, -- well, we would T-Totally love to see a bit more.--- more gusto from you.
[Borchard raises his brow.]
Frito:
See, Jared, the cameras love to capture the essence of what makes each man in the house who they are.-- And, well, we have not had much footage to shoot and edit of you.--
[Borchard nods. Frito rifles through a set of papers.]
Frito:
Here. This will help you in the 'Opinion Room' this morning.-- Practice on the webcam first, then wow us next episode!
[Borchard looks over a 'script.' Rubbing his chin. Bends down, placing it on the floor. Stands up.]
Frito:
Don't forget.-- Gusto!--
[Borchard looks at Frito, then the script laying on the beige carpet.]
Jared Borchard:
Right. Got you.
[Leaves, without script.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Walked through the door, as everyone is enjoying their 'Vitamin' supplements and feigning togetherness. The Benchwarmers are discussing among themeslves a way to be 'over' as Jared bypasses all that uninteresting mess.]
[Trotting upstairs, heavy-footed.]
[Opens the yellow glass double doors to 'The Opinion Room', as he will be doing his first WebShout on the official 'So You Think You Can Wrestle' webcam.]
[Turned on.]
[Tissue. Blows nose. -- and swipe.]
Jared Borchard:
So, won the tag straps, huge deal.
[Low-key voice. Almost soothing.]
Jared Borchard:
Had a bit of a blow-up on the Pay-per-view, 'Scrambled Dreams'-- Said a lot of things.
[Actually, only one sentence, but who is going to split hairs?]
Jared Borchard:
Want those straps.-
[Deliberate delivery, but bland.]
Jared Borchard:
They are mine, not yours.--
[Duh.]
Jared Borchard:
I guess I should say a little on the Rumble on 'Slaughter'. -- Say I'll win. Put my fist in the air like so.--
[Holds up arm, with fist clinched.]
Jared Borchard:
I will win.
[Borchard shrugs.]
[Stands.]
Jared Borchard:
I'll be in my room.
[Epic.]
[Annddd..CUT!]
Featuring: The Grady Bunch
Date: 2-08-10
Location: Nashville Meathouse Studios
Off-air
Production Meeting: Nashville Meathouse Studios
[The 1976 'Stache Guy hunkers down with his headset around his puny Adam's Apple bulging neck. Dressed in cut-off denim shorts and fuzzy wool shirt, he had called Jared Borchard from the main house to 'discuss' his unwillingness to be camera friendly.]
[The Production trailor, no bigger than a handicapped bus, shook once Jared stepped onto the steel steps and bent forward to enter into the makeshift headquarters a couple hundred yards from the emaculate Nashville Mansion setting.]
1976 'Stache Guy:
-- Jared, have a seat.
[Jared sits, bent forward.]
1976 'Stache Guy:
-- Jared, as you know, I'm Frito,--
[Awkward wave by Frito, who has the unpopular job of reprimands.]
Frito:
The Producers, being my boss and certainly your boss too, -- well, we would T-Totally love to see a bit more.--- more gusto from you.
[Borchard raises his brow.]
Frito:
See, Jared, the cameras love to capture the essence of what makes each man in the house who they are.-- And, well, we have not had much footage to shoot and edit of you.--
[Borchard nods. Frito rifles through a set of papers.]
Frito:
Here. This will help you in the 'Opinion Room' this morning.-- Practice on the webcam first, then wow us next episode!
[Borchard looks over a 'script.' Rubbing his chin. Bends down, placing it on the floor. Stands up.]
Frito:
Don't forget.-- Gusto!--
[Borchard looks at Frito, then the script laying on the beige carpet.]
Jared Borchard:
Right. Got you.
[Leaves, without script.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Walked through the door, as everyone is enjoying their 'Vitamin' supplements and feigning togetherness. The Benchwarmers are discussing among themeslves a way to be 'over' as Jared bypasses all that uninteresting mess.]
[Trotting upstairs, heavy-footed.]
[Opens the yellow glass double doors to 'The Opinion Room', as he will be doing his first WebShout on the official 'So You Think You Can Wrestle' webcam.]
[Turned on.]
[Tissue. Blows nose. -- and swipe.]
Jared Borchard:
So, won the tag straps, huge deal.
[Low-key voice. Almost soothing.]
Jared Borchard:
Had a bit of a blow-up on the Pay-per-view, 'Scrambled Dreams'-- Said a lot of things.
[Actually, only one sentence, but who is going to split hairs?]
Jared Borchard:
Want those straps.-
[Deliberate delivery, but bland.]
Jared Borchard:
They are mine, not yours.--
[Duh.]
Jared Borchard:
I guess I should say a little on the Rumble on 'Slaughter'. -- Say I'll win. Put my fist in the air like so.--
[Holds up arm, with fist clinched.]
Jared Borchard:
I will win.
[Borchard shrugs.]
[Stands.]
Jared Borchard:
I'll be in my room.
[Epic.]
[Annddd..CUT!]
