Post by JD Storm on Feb 8, 2011 1:57:15 GMT -4
Scene opens at a stereotypical seedy casino. Paint looks like it's peeling. Shady business of various sorts is taking place. Cheap looking mobster wannabes are wandering about, trying to intimdate the various patrons. Most of the patrons just flip them off or blow cigerette and/or cigar smoke in their face. Couple of drunks are taking a piss along a wall, just a few inches away from some old women playing the slots. The women keep playing, impervious to what's taking place.
Bobby Bodacious is spotted walking out of some unmarked bathrooms, wearing a disgusted look on his face.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
So help me God, if that drunk is ribbing me, I'm going to have to kick his ass.
Gambler
(from a distance)
Nobody ribbed you, man.
Bodacious turns around to see a man, who had been pissing along a wall, face him. A shit-eating grin is on his face as Bodacious relizes that it's Gambler.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Dude, you weren't even a foot away from the bathrooms. You couldn't just walk that extra foot?
Gambler
I could've. Just didn't want to leave my post.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Leaving your post? You're not in the military. Nobody will take all your base or anything. Now, is there a reason you wanted to meet me here, of all places?
Gambler
Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page for our match. Gotta make sure we continue to show the brutality like we did from last week.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
But, here of all places?
Gambler
Well, I wanted to visit the Sushi Bar before talking with you. Plus, this place is actually cleaned up quite a bit over the last couple years.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Cleaned up? From what? Wait.....don't answer that. I don't need to know. Let's find a spot with a little less traffic.
Scene gradually switches to the Sushi Bar. The place is vacant, outside of a few employees, most of whom look like a band of misfits. Some sneeze openly, not even bothering to cover up.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
I can't believe I'm doing this shit here, of all places. Might as well hurry up so I can get the misery overwith.
For a few weeks now, Gambler & I have been noticing how things haven't quite gone our way around IWC. No matter what we did, we were having a hell of a time squeaking out a win. Probably the damned extremist rules that everyone loves so damned much. After a number of weeks, and several blown title opportunities, we came to a mutual decision. If either one of us are going to advance in this particular promotion, there's one way it's going to get done.
Gambler
We decided to pool our resources, our talents. From now on, we act as a cohesive pair. If one guy gets into trouble, the other guy bails him out. If one of us gets a big match, the other is in his corner, backing him up. One of us gets a title shot? The second man backs him up. We pull out all the stops to get what we want.
Believe me, it took a bit of convincing before Bobby was willing to catch up with the times. Madok, you would've noticed last week that Bobby is willing go be just as hardcore as anyone else, just to hurt you. Hell with winning. That only counts when everything is on the line. Small time matches like your last one can be sacrificed for a bigger goal.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Believe me, there's a bigger goal involved with our actions. Gambler showed that pathetic little punk, JD Pierce, that there's more to him then being sold old drunk. A never-was? Pierce should be glad that Gambler only made him wear a Crimson Mask. I've seen him break legs with lesser provocation then that. And now, instead of tormenting the worthless prick with another beating, I've got him on my side. Bigger goals are on both of our minds.
Gambler
Namely, we want to rack up as much gold as possible. This gamble that I made, returning to the ring, is going to pay off. I don't care which skull I have to smash in. You think Bodacious is going to finish his career as he started it, do you? You think he's going to be some meaningless jobber with a lame gimmick? Hell, no! He's the Superstar! The greatest pure athlete to step foot into a IWC ring. And I, well, I'm not someone to be fucked with either. Just ask JD Pierce, or any other IWC wrestler, just what I'm capable of.
I may not send people through thumbtacks, bash them in the face with chairs or send them through flamming tables, but I know how to get the job done. Both of us can get the job done easily. We will get the job done agains the Tap Out Champion.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Madok is about to become a mere mortal. For several weeks, you've sat comfortably as the champion. Nobody was balsy enough to fight you. Anyone that did fight you gave you a lame effort. Your life on top of the mountain finally ends. Either Gambler or myself will take that precious title away from you. Damn the consequences. If using my superior athletic skills aren't going to get me anywhere, then I'll degrade myself by crippling a few people.
You're dealing with one hell of a handicap, this week. The point spread is going to be a bit harder to overcome then you're accustomed to. Two against one; odds that wouldn't be so bad if it were just a couple of ordinary 'rasslers. With the two of us, you've got a whole new set of problems.
Gambler
You're a lot like Ben Roethlisberger. You're hyped up big, but you won't be able to perform when the time comes. No rings. No big prizes. No championship belts. Just the losers chair. Second best, if that. Nothing more then a footnote in this company's history books. A one-hit wonder is the best you'll pull off. Bet on it!
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
I have to blow this joint. I need to go burn my clothes after hanging around this dump way too long.
Bodacious bails out as Gambler looks on, wondering what's wrong with the sushi bar. Scene fades out.
Bobby Bodacious is spotted walking out of some unmarked bathrooms, wearing a disgusted look on his face.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
So help me God, if that drunk is ribbing me, I'm going to have to kick his ass.
Gambler
(from a distance)
Nobody ribbed you, man.
Bodacious turns around to see a man, who had been pissing along a wall, face him. A shit-eating grin is on his face as Bodacious relizes that it's Gambler.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Dude, you weren't even a foot away from the bathrooms. You couldn't just walk that extra foot?
Gambler
I could've. Just didn't want to leave my post.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Leaving your post? You're not in the military. Nobody will take all your base or anything. Now, is there a reason you wanted to meet me here, of all places?
Gambler
Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page for our match. Gotta make sure we continue to show the brutality like we did from last week.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
But, here of all places?
Gambler
Well, I wanted to visit the Sushi Bar before talking with you. Plus, this place is actually cleaned up quite a bit over the last couple years.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Cleaned up? From what? Wait.....don't answer that. I don't need to know. Let's find a spot with a little less traffic.
Scene gradually switches to the Sushi Bar. The place is vacant, outside of a few employees, most of whom look like a band of misfits. Some sneeze openly, not even bothering to cover up.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
I can't believe I'm doing this shit here, of all places. Might as well hurry up so I can get the misery overwith.
For a few weeks now, Gambler & I have been noticing how things haven't quite gone our way around IWC. No matter what we did, we were having a hell of a time squeaking out a win. Probably the damned extremist rules that everyone loves so damned much. After a number of weeks, and several blown title opportunities, we came to a mutual decision. If either one of us are going to advance in this particular promotion, there's one way it's going to get done.
Gambler
We decided to pool our resources, our talents. From now on, we act as a cohesive pair. If one guy gets into trouble, the other guy bails him out. If one of us gets a big match, the other is in his corner, backing him up. One of us gets a title shot? The second man backs him up. We pull out all the stops to get what we want.
Believe me, it took a bit of convincing before Bobby was willing to catch up with the times. Madok, you would've noticed last week that Bobby is willing go be just as hardcore as anyone else, just to hurt you. Hell with winning. That only counts when everything is on the line. Small time matches like your last one can be sacrificed for a bigger goal.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Believe me, there's a bigger goal involved with our actions. Gambler showed that pathetic little punk, JD Pierce, that there's more to him then being sold old drunk. A never-was? Pierce should be glad that Gambler only made him wear a Crimson Mask. I've seen him break legs with lesser provocation then that. And now, instead of tormenting the worthless prick with another beating, I've got him on my side. Bigger goals are on both of our minds.
Gambler
Namely, we want to rack up as much gold as possible. This gamble that I made, returning to the ring, is going to pay off. I don't care which skull I have to smash in. You think Bodacious is going to finish his career as he started it, do you? You think he's going to be some meaningless jobber with a lame gimmick? Hell, no! He's the Superstar! The greatest pure athlete to step foot into a IWC ring. And I, well, I'm not someone to be fucked with either. Just ask JD Pierce, or any other IWC wrestler, just what I'm capable of.
I may not send people through thumbtacks, bash them in the face with chairs or send them through flamming tables, but I know how to get the job done. Both of us can get the job done easily. We will get the job done agains the Tap Out Champion.
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
Madok is about to become a mere mortal. For several weeks, you've sat comfortably as the champion. Nobody was balsy enough to fight you. Anyone that did fight you gave you a lame effort. Your life on top of the mountain finally ends. Either Gambler or myself will take that precious title away from you. Damn the consequences. If using my superior athletic skills aren't going to get me anywhere, then I'll degrade myself by crippling a few people.
You're dealing with one hell of a handicap, this week. The point spread is going to be a bit harder to overcome then you're accustomed to. Two against one; odds that wouldn't be so bad if it were just a couple of ordinary 'rasslers. With the two of us, you've got a whole new set of problems.
Gambler
You're a lot like Ben Roethlisberger. You're hyped up big, but you won't be able to perform when the time comes. No rings. No big prizes. No championship belts. Just the losers chair. Second best, if that. Nothing more then a footnote in this company's history books. A one-hit wonder is the best you'll pull off. Bet on it!
"Superstar" Bobby Bodacious
I have to blow this joint. I need to go burn my clothes after hanging around this dump way too long.
Bodacious bails out as Gambler looks on, wondering what's wrong with the sushi bar. Scene fades out.
