Part 13, Ver. 10.4 The Pre-Game Warm Up
Morning, Michael's:
"We're dead, we're so dead." Was the camp chant of the men as they figured out what songs to do and how to possibly save any shred of dignity.
"Well boys, a rather great 70's group sang it best when they said 'In that big book of names I wanna go down in flames, seein's how I'm goin' down.'" Spike said with a smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max asked, not exactly being too bright.
"Well Mate, it's like this. You're screwed. You know it and they know it. But, you can go out there and have fun, embarrass them back and retain a little pride that you got them back."
"And how should we go about doing that Mister Miyagi?" Alex asked.
"Oh, I have quite a few ideas. We're going to put on a right good show. Tell me, have any of you ever heard of the group Confederate Railroad, or seen a video of theirs'…?" Spike said, launching into planning sessions.
Afternoon, Michael's Again:
The guys have all made the rounds Spike suggested, gathering all the necessary supplies and generally getting ready to have fun. They might get humiliated, but they'd take their girlfriends down with them. And hey, Spike was going to sing and strip with them.
They were mapping things out and working out choreography with Spike when the phone rang. Max answered and was told by Sean to remind everyone about what they had to do. The cheery mood was slightly knocked out.
Evening, Backstage: Shortly before show time.
Kyle, like all the other guys, was wearing a rain coat.
(Story) HEY.
(Author) What?
(Story) A raincoat, or a raincoat?
(Author) Huh?
(Story) *sighs* Just change it to a floor length overcoat, okay?
(Author) Sure thing nutso.
Kyle, like all the other guys, was wearing a floor length overcoat. He was carrying in a tray of five cups for himself and the guys. "The girls' sent us drinks, guess they felt we'd need them. Don't worry, no alcohol." He handed out the cups to the guys and Spike, though Spike declined and handed it back.
"Hey, if you're not going to drink that do you mind if I do?" Alex asked Spike, getting a nod he chugged it down too. "I'm so nervous, this is worst than the last two times."
"Ah relax mate, just go out there and have fun. And try to control yourselves so you don't embarrass yourselves by showing more than you intended." Spike said, as he sat back in his leather coat. The guys went on first, performing a song first, then he'll join them for a song. Then he'll sing a bit himself while the guys change for the finale.
"I'll try, sheesh, this will be rough." Alex said, with nods from the others.
"Let it be rough, but try not to be too hard out there." Spike said with a wink.
Minutes Before Showtime, In The Seating Area:
"It's done." Maria giggled.
"What's done?" Liz asked, she was almost afraid to know.
"Oh, we just gave the guys some… help." Tess said, trying to keep from laughing outloud.
"What did you two do to my boyfriend?" Isabel asked, afraid to know.
"Oh, we just sent them all some spiked drinks." Maria couldn't quit smiling.
"Maria! You know they can't handle alcohol, why'd you do that?" Liz said worrying.
"Oh, it wasn't alcohol." Tess said, as she put a pill bottle on the table top.
Isabel gasped as she read the label. "You gave the guys viagra!"
"Double doses." Maria said smirking.
"My god, why? Better question, where'd you get them?" Liz asked, she shouldn't have though.
"Why? To be mean. And where? Maria found them in your parents' medicine cabinet." Tess said, laughing at the look on Liz's face.
"Wow, guess your parents are Bob Dole fans." Isabel said before breaking down laughing.
Backstage, 10 Minutes Until Showtime:
A Smurf watched the guys drink the loaded drinks and smirked before going to have the others make sure they videotaped tonight's events.
Morning, Michael's:
"We're dead, we're so dead." Was the camp chant of the men as they figured out what songs to do and how to possibly save any shred of dignity.
"Well boys, a rather great 70's group sang it best when they said 'In that big book of names I wanna go down in flames, seein's how I'm goin' down.'" Spike said with a smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max asked, not exactly being too bright.
"Well Mate, it's like this. You're screwed. You know it and they know it. But, you can go out there and have fun, embarrass them back and retain a little pride that you got them back."
"And how should we go about doing that Mister Miyagi?" Alex asked.
"Oh, I have quite a few ideas. We're going to put on a right good show. Tell me, have any of you ever heard of the group Confederate Railroad, or seen a video of theirs'…?" Spike said, launching into planning sessions.
Afternoon, Michael's Again:
The guys have all made the rounds Spike suggested, gathering all the necessary supplies and generally getting ready to have fun. They might get humiliated, but they'd take their girlfriends down with them. And hey, Spike was going to sing and strip with them.
They were mapping things out and working out choreography with Spike when the phone rang. Max answered and was told by Sean to remind everyone about what they had to do. The cheery mood was slightly knocked out.
Evening, Backstage: Shortly before show time.
Kyle, like all the other guys, was wearing a rain coat.
(Story) HEY.
(Author) What?
(Story) A raincoat, or a raincoat?
(Author) Huh?
(Story) *sighs* Just change it to a floor length overcoat, okay?
(Author) Sure thing nutso.
Kyle, like all the other guys, was wearing a floor length overcoat. He was carrying in a tray of five cups for himself and the guys. "The girls' sent us drinks, guess they felt we'd need them. Don't worry, no alcohol." He handed out the cups to the guys and Spike, though Spike declined and handed it back.
"Hey, if you're not going to drink that do you mind if I do?" Alex asked Spike, getting a nod he chugged it down too. "I'm so nervous, this is worst than the last two times."
"Ah relax mate, just go out there and have fun. And try to control yourselves so you don't embarrass yourselves by showing more than you intended." Spike said, as he sat back in his leather coat. The guys went on first, performing a song first, then he'll join them for a song. Then he'll sing a bit himself while the guys change for the finale.
"I'll try, sheesh, this will be rough." Alex said, with nods from the others.
"Let it be rough, but try not to be too hard out there." Spike said with a wink.
Minutes Before Showtime, In The Seating Area:
"It's done." Maria giggled.
"What's done?" Liz asked, she was almost afraid to know.
"Oh, we just gave the guys some… help." Tess said, trying to keep from laughing outloud.
"What did you two do to my boyfriend?" Isabel asked, afraid to know.
"Oh, we just sent them all some spiked drinks." Maria couldn't quit smiling.
"Maria! You know they can't handle alcohol, why'd you do that?" Liz said worrying.
"Oh, it wasn't alcohol." Tess said, as she put a pill bottle on the table top.
Isabel gasped as she read the label. "You gave the guys viagra!"
"Double doses." Maria said smirking.
"My god, why? Better question, where'd you get them?" Liz asked, she shouldn't have though.
"Why? To be mean. And where? Maria found them in your parents' medicine cabinet." Tess said, laughing at the look on Liz's face.
"Wow, guess your parents are Bob Dole fans." Isabel said before breaking down laughing.
Backstage, 10 Minutes Until Showtime:
A Smurf watched the guys drink the loaded drinks and smirked before going to have the others make sure they videotaped tonight's events.