"You wouldn't believe this dude!"
Narly sits staring at a phone, whilst sitting in a deck chair outside a wooden hut. The sun shines down on the hut, as the sound of waves crashing on a nearby beach somewhere slightly in the distance. Radical walks out of a little wooden door to see his tag team partner sitting looking excited.
Radical: Dude! You like totally found your phone!
Narly looks down at his phone, and smiles brightly.
Narly: Sha! I totally did!
Radical: Where was it dude?
Radical curls his lower lip down.
Narly: Can't remember dude.
Radical nods his head slowly.
Radical: Thanks for the phone update dude!
Narly: No problemo, mi surfing amigo!
Radical: Dude!
Narly: What?
Radical: You like leaned how to speak German too!
Narly looks confused
Narly: I did?
Radical: You did! You said amigo!
Narly: Whoa!
Narly shoots up from his deck chair and looks at Radical seriously?
Radical: Did a bee sting you on the beach bum again?
Narly: Nu uh dude! You said Amigo, that must mean you speak German too!
Radical: Radical!
Narly: Yeah you are!
Radical: Oh yeah, cause that's my name.
Narly: Right dude!
Radical looks proud of himself.
Radical: That just totally rawks dude!
Radical turns to walk in to the surf shack, but Narly calls out to him.
Narly: No wait, my dread locked haired buddy, I wasn't talking about my phone.
Radical: You wasn't?
Narly: Nu uh, it was something I saw on the phone.
Radical: Was it ice cream again?
Narly: No way, it was something on scwrestling.net.
Radical's face brightens up.
Radical: I know that place! That place was totally awesome with the little bear dude, and the magic guy, and the Aussie chick, and milfalicious, and and and that ego guy.
Narly: Which one?
Radical: Ummmm, there was lots of them.
Narly: And the most awesome dudette in SCW, Mel Mel.
Radical sighs.
Radical: I miss Mel Mel.
Narly: Me too. We totally need to make her our official manageress.
Radical jumps up and down on the spot, a wide smile on his dopey looking face.
Radical: Sha! She should totally stop being unofficial and become totally official.
Narly and Radical attempt to high five but completely miss each other.
Radical: So what did you like see dude?
Narly: Everything I look at.
Radical smiles and bops his head up and down.
Radical: Sha ya do, or we'd have to get you one of those seeing eye crab things.
Narly: They're like totally expensive.
Radical: Yeah, cause it costs a lot of money to train one of those things to stop nipping at your toes.
Narly nods in agreement
Narly: I saw that those awesome dudes in the Sin City Wrestling, are like totally in California and want us to appear at their show.
Radical's eye widen
Radical: No freakin' way dude?
Narly: Freakin' way dude!
Radical starts to dance a little, shaking his behind before jumping up and dancing a little Gangnam style before kicking his leg in the air. His flip flop flies from his feet and flies away, catching a passing cyclist on the side of the head.
Radical: Sorry dude, some kid totally threw that and run away.
The cyclist looks at Radical as Radical slides the other flip flop off and kicks it behind Narly's deck chair.
Radical: I don't think he knew.
Narly: No way dude, he totally thought it was a kid throwing flip flops.
Radical: Happens all the time.
Narly nods in agreement
Narly: Anyway dude, they totally want us to wrestle against this like team.
Radical: Sinful Obsession? Blood Omen?
Narly: Guns For Hire.
Radical brushes the dreadlocks away from his eyes
Radical: Ummmm, who dude?
Narly: Guns For Hire, they're like...
Narly stops in his tracks and scratches his head.
Radical: Uhhhh, dude?
Narly: I have no idea.
Radical: So do we have to go hire guns or something?
Narly shrugs his shoulders.
Narly: I hope not dude, I mean guns are bad.
Radical: Sha! They're like right up there with cold days, sharks, clowns, drugs, cigarettes, rude people, people who don't appreciate creativity, people who don't see a good thing when it's right in front of them....
Narly: ... and those total crackpots on the television talent shows.
Radical: Sha! Guns are that bad!
Narly: Also broccoli.
Radical: Sha! Broccoli is totally nataslicious!
Narly: So they want us there, to fight these guns they've hired.
Radical puts up his hand stopping Narly.
Radical: Waaaaaaaaaaaait, hold the phone.
Narly: I am!
Narly raises his phone and waves it at Radical.
Radical: Awesome. But I meant waaaaaaaaait. They've hired guns and they want us to wrestle them?
Narly: Looks like it.
Radical: But guns can't even do like a headlock.
Narly looks confused at Radical, but a big smile breaks out on his face.
Narly: Because they don't have any arms, right?
Radical bops his head and smiles at Narly.
Radical: Totally!
The two attempt another mistimed high five
Narly: Do we need to hire guns? I'm like confused at what they want.
Radical puts a finger up.
Radical: I got this one dude, we don't need to spend money hiring guys, we totally have guns.
Narly: Do they have arms? Cause if so, we so need to teach them how to a headlock.
Radical: No dude.
Narly: How about legs? We can teach them how to do a legdrop, like that old dude on television
Radical: What old dude?
Narly: I don't know.... brother.
Radical looks completely blank.
Radical: No legs, but they're fun.
Radical steps inside the surf shake, and crashing noises are heard, as hell as Radical's voice behind the door.
Radical: Ow... oh... ah.... ow....
Narly: Are you ok dude?
Radical: Palm tree to the coconuts, PALM TREE TO THE COCONUTS!
As Narly moves towards the door, Radical pushes it, catching Narly in the head.
Narly: Ow! I knew it was a bad idea to have a door that opened both ways.
Narly opens his eyes while rubbing his head.
Narly: What ya get dude?
Radical: A pair of aching coconuts.
Narly: You went in for aching coconuts?
Radical: No.
Radical moves his arms to the front, to reveal two water pistols. Narly grins a toothy grin.
Narly: SHA! GOOD GUNS!
Radical hands one to Narly.
Radical: Right, let's train with these fun guns, and then when we beat the SCW guns.
Narly: Cause they have no arms.
Radical: Totally. But when we beat their guns, pineapple pizza on you!
Narly: Sha!
Radical walks past Narly, hitting him on the back. Narly's face changes to confusion.
Narly: Wait.... what?
Narly turns around and heads off in Radical's direction as the camera fades out
