"Shootin' The Shit"

Rated M for much explicit language, bits of drug use here and there, and a couple other suggestive things.

All thanks to the people at WWE and Dontnod Entertainment (and to a lesser extent, Square Enix) for the characters they've created, as well as my friend UltimateWarriorFan4Ever, as this is inspired by the RantBusters, which in turn is inspired by the SmarkBusters from YouTube.

Warnings: potential out-of-character moments (although not really that likely in the long run given the characters), probably a spoiler or two for one of the franchises involved.

The first sight once the camera was on was a bedroom that was easily visible through several lamps and lights turned on. Curtains that have been designed to look like the American flag could be faintly seen in the left side of where the camera was pointing, pushed off to the left and leaving half of a window visible. It was clear that this was being recorded in the middle of the night, since through the window is nothing but black and dark blue colors.

Laying on the bed in the center of the camera's point of view was a young woman, attired in a blackish-brown jacket, white tanktop underneath, a tattoo of sorts that could be slightly visible under the right sleeve of her jacket, and a pair of vaguely untidy jeans. Her cyan-blue hair could be faintly seen under a black beanie, as she stared at the ceiling, toking on a presumably-homemade joint of some kind of weed and blowing smoke into the air.

Still looking up towards the roof of the room, she asked out loud. "Is it on yet?"

"Yeah, it's—it's on." A voice, another young gal's, spoke up behind the camera, as it was slightly adjusted, causing a brief wobble and shake.

"Alright, cool." The woman in center sat up, crossing her legs as she looked towards the left. "Dude, come on, the camera's already rolling!"

"Oh shit..." A third voice, a man very far off in the distance, could be faintly heard.

Footsteps growing louder as he entered the room, the man in question sits down next to the blue-haired lad. His fairly messy hairdo was very noticeable, alongside the slightly shiny, completely unzipped leather jacket, the jeans that looked in similar condition to his co-host, and the black shirt underneath that had a modified version of the infamous 'anarchy' symbol placed in center, where it could be seen underneath the unzipped jacket.

"Sorry 'bout that." He apologized quickly as he sat down. His face then scrunched up as he waved off the smells in front of his face. "Whew... smells like Woodstock in here."

The blue-nette held back some laughter. "Shut up..."

"Anyways..." The untidy guy shifted around, getting comfortable in his seat on the bed. He then waved to the camera. "Hello, people of the internet. In case you don't know, I'm the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose..."

"And I'm Chloe Price..."

"And welcome to a little show we're doing called Shootin' The Shit." Ambrose continued.

Chloe explained, "Basically, what this show is about is simple: we talk about one random topic... and... that's pretty much it."

"That's going to be the easy part of this show." Dean pointed out. "At this point, the only tough part of getting this started was getting all the equipment together."

Chloe followed up. "But now that we got everything set up: the computer to upload, the camera to record us speaking our minds on anything, thanks to my best friend, miss Max Caulfield – wave to the camera for us, Maximus..."

An arm coming off the left side of the screen comes in as Max, working as the camera-girl of this show, waves to the people viewing. Chloe nods as she continues.

"...we now have the power to express our freedom of speech through this show."

Dean then suddenly alerted. "But just a heads up... it's not likely that everything will be discussed on this show. Either because it's too dull a topic, too complicated to talk about, or just... creeping a few miles too far. There's some shit that we might have cold feet in shootin' the shit about, maybe the darkest of the dark bullshit. That's probably a no for us."

"Also Ghostbusters," Chloe specified. "because let's face it, whenever it's mentioned these days, no one wins in the end."

"Yeah, amen. ...Now the reason why we're doing this is also very simple." Dean began to discuss, in full detail. "In the wake of things like the SmarkBusters, the RantBusters, Doofen-whatshisname's Daily Dirt or whatever, that 'Grind My Gears' thing from Family Guy, and that one show that that bird and that raccoon were doing, we've decided to pitch in our two cents to join in on the fun. I mean, who knew you could get so popular off just sitting around and talking about stuff?"

Chloe reclined as she spoke. "And that's pretty much the thick of it. All we need to find out at this point as what you guys want us to talk about."

Dean pointed down. "Just drop your reviews, your likes, your comments, your feedback or ...whatever, and we'll keep in touch. Later."

Chloe smirked as she brought up an elusive middle-finger salute to the camera. "Peace, bitches."

This sort of idea I wasn't thinking about for a while, more so that I was thinking about it for about a day or two before I got down to business on actually writing it.

Now in case you're wondering why I decided on Dean and Chloe as the hosts, when they're coming from two different franchises, it's... I dunno, they seem like they could click as a duo; they're both rebellious and are fun to be with to an extent. I mean, RantBusters was done with an Equestria Girls character and a Phineas and Ferb character, and that's an interesting combination. Besides, it seems like a good idea in the long run, especially since both pro-wrestling and Life is Strange have popular fandom on this site.

Well, until next time...