Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 31, 2017 15:51:15 GMT
December 23rd
Las Vegas
The “Dump”
Inside a poorly lit and slightly…...mostly grungy part of a warehouse type setting. The hum of the fluorescent lights drown out the oh hum background noises of other people inside the room. Old beat up cardboard boxes are stacked up up against the wall, a rusted and bent folding chair rack now supports old plastic 2 liter carriers and other vendor type carriers for this and that, all of which aren’t used anymore if the layer of dust on them was any indication of when they were last used. Even the floor shows age, painted a couple of times in its lifetime and the paint has been worn away, the cement blocks that make up the walls are dinged, chipped, in need of a fresh coat of paint as the old lead based paint is just dirty looking.
Dragging his feet into the picture is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs wearing the Scrappy Doo suit from his days in good old San Fran. But this is a sad looking Scrappy Doo, James isn’t even wearing the mask. Bad Scrappy!
“Oh you think this is funny? Do you get your jollies from seeing me like this?” James says with a scowl on his face.
“I’ve busted my ass for years, worked harder than any of you bitches have ever fucking worked in your lifes! And this is how you repay my hard work! My dedication? By voting on social media to see me show up at this dump, at this….this….Christmas Chaos Celebration over the top battle royal….” James showing a lot of disdain in his voice.
“This battle royal….you bunch of Like liking bitches seem to forget is to determine who the number one contender to the Sin City Wrestling Sinful Championship and…...this is how you all fucking voted to see me enter the battle royal. I swear to god, that when I burned this fucking suit at the Halloween Trick and Treating Bash, I told you numb skulls that was the last fucking time you would ever see Scrappy fucking Doo……” Jame slowly shakes his head back and forth. He just can’t believe what is happening to him.
“You bitches…...you bunch of bitches will pay for this! Tonight! I will win this battle royal! This I promise you! And then that Sinful championship is has good as mine. There isn’t isn’t one mother fucker in this dog shit company that is as sinful as I am!” Jame snatches the hood on his Scrappy suit and pulls it up over his head…..
Present Day
Las Vegas
Sal’s Soul Crushing Gym and MMA School
(of course)
One very sweaty and tired Joe Jones takes a seat on the weight bench, picks up his bottle of water and starts to guzzle away as he reaches for his phone. Checking his messages as he sets the water bottle down and picks up a white towel drapes it across his shoulder. He taps away with his thumb a couple of times and put the phone up to his ear.
“Hey. Sup? Yeah? Yeah I checked out the link you sent. Seems to be on the up and up. So what kind of numbers are we talking then? Hmmmm. Is there at least room to grow once we get up and running and get going? Well….for the time being.”
As Joe is talking to whoever on the other end of the line, Roxanne wanders into the gym and being that currently this is a male driven population in the gym and Roxanne with her long flowing red hair, flirty sundress that is cut low in the front, white stockings, black pumps and little black purse hanging from her wrist she is getting a lot of looks, which she notices. She stops in front of Joe. These two used to be lovers and now is in this weird place where they are friends, hate each other but still love one another. This current state of affairs is due to Joe and his weakness for hard bodied latin men, one named Marco with a array of star tats on his chest that Joe swore spelled out his name. It’s a weakness he has, maybe a addiction and perhaps he should get help for his “disease.” Roxanne in case you are wondering, was more than pissed when she came home from work to find Marco and Joe doing the horizontal tango in middle of the living room on their brand new couch. Her rage was on display that night. It was crazy.
Since then Joe has called the Bad Ass Hotel his home.
Joe glances up and smiles. It’s something about Roxanne that hits Joe in the old heart. It gives him the warm fuzzies in the belly every time he sees her. This goes beyond lust, a craving for mocha colored boys and acting like a little boy who can’t keep his hand out of the cookie jar. Roxanne is it. His soulmate. Fuck life mate. She is his do or die bitch. Joe would do anything for her to the day he dies. It’s just that his pecker, sometimes it can’t help itself and it has ruined many relationships in his life.
Joe stands up and hugs Roxanne. “Hey, send me the details and I’ll get back to ya. Yeah okay. Take care. Yup. Thanks. Bye.” Joe says as he ends his call. “Hey sweetie.” Joe says as they hug. “What a surprise….”
“I had a feeling I would find you here.”
“What’s going on? What’s up?”
“I heard a rumor.”
“A rumor? About what?”
“Is it true?” Roxanne asks with tears in her eyes.
“Is what true? Hey! Come on now. Don’t cry.”
“I heard you are thinking about going to Mexico?”
This catches Joe off guard. The only other person who knows what Joe has been thinking of has been his agent Keith and the way he operates he wouldn’t tell no one.
“Who told you that?”
“Is it true?”
“Yeah, sorta of. Maybe. I don’t know.”
Roxanne rolls her eyes and struggles to keep it together. Joe goes to give her another hug and she backs away from him.
“Come on now…..Who told you this?”
“Nanook…”
Joe closes his eyes and tries to keep the anger at bay. “Fucking Nanook!” runs through his mind.
“So it’s true then? You’re leaving?”
“No I’m not leaving. There is this promotion opening up and….”
“Again with the wrestling? Jesus Joe! You’re 37. Give it up already!”
“What? I’m in my prime..”
“Yeah okay! You keep telling yourself that.”
“I’ve got one last run in me. One big run. I can feel it.”
“So that is why you’re going to Mexico?”
“Lucha is hot right now.”
“Fuck Joe, It’s fucking Mexico! Why can’t you have that one last run here in the states?”
Joe sighs. He places his hands on his hips.
“Oh that’s right. You’re Blackballed? Can’t find no work here but Mexico they’ll hire you! Yeah okay! You’re such a idiot!” Roxanne says as she slaps Joe in the forehead. A tear starts to run down her face, she quickly wipes that away.
“You know, I don’t know why I came here and asked you this. I should have known you were going to do this to me. I don’t know why I care anymore. Really, I…...I just can’t do this.”
“Roxanne….baby! Come on!” Joe pleads but it does no good. Roxanne turns and leaves the gym as now everyone has stopped their workouts and is watching the real life drama playing out in front of them.
“Fuck!” Joe runs his hands through his hair as he sits down. He snatches up his phone and hits his contact list till he lands on Nanook. He hesitates for a second before punching on dial…..
December 23rd
Las Vegas
The “Dump”
Main Event time at the Christmas Chaos show and James Kelloggs is standing in the ring with 19 other retards, err I mean co workers and wrestling hopefuls. All of them are dressed up as elves, Santa, evil Santa, Jack Frost, Snowman, Bruce Willis, etc. It’s a over the top themed battle royal to see who will be the number one contender to the Sinful title.
James is in middle of the ring looking rather grumpy as the ref calls for the bell! The battle royal has begun!
All 19 competitors charge towards Scrappy Doo and while the struggle is short, as all 200 ish fans who showed up cheer and make as much noise as a group of die hard indie fans at a local indie show can make, They, the entire active roster minus Joe of Sin City Wrestling hoist a pissed off and curse spouting James Kelloggs over their heads and toss him into the “stands”, 3 rows of chair that make their way around the ring a mere four feet from the ring. James is sent flying into the open arms of the locals who all have smiles on their faces.
Except for James.
He’s pissed off to no end.
Fade out
Las Vegas
The “Dump”
Inside a poorly lit and slightly…...mostly grungy part of a warehouse type setting. The hum of the fluorescent lights drown out the oh hum background noises of other people inside the room. Old beat up cardboard boxes are stacked up up against the wall, a rusted and bent folding chair rack now supports old plastic 2 liter carriers and other vendor type carriers for this and that, all of which aren’t used anymore if the layer of dust on them was any indication of when they were last used. Even the floor shows age, painted a couple of times in its lifetime and the paint has been worn away, the cement blocks that make up the walls are dinged, chipped, in need of a fresh coat of paint as the old lead based paint is just dirty looking.
Dragging his feet into the picture is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs wearing the Scrappy Doo suit from his days in good old San Fran. But this is a sad looking Scrappy Doo, James isn’t even wearing the mask. Bad Scrappy!
“Oh you think this is funny? Do you get your jollies from seeing me like this?” James says with a scowl on his face.
“I’ve busted my ass for years, worked harder than any of you bitches have ever fucking worked in your lifes! And this is how you repay my hard work! My dedication? By voting on social media to see me show up at this dump, at this….this….Christmas Chaos Celebration over the top battle royal….” James showing a lot of disdain in his voice.
“This battle royal….you bunch of Like liking bitches seem to forget is to determine who the number one contender to the Sin City Wrestling Sinful Championship and…...this is how you all fucking voted to see me enter the battle royal. I swear to god, that when I burned this fucking suit at the Halloween Trick and Treating Bash, I told you numb skulls that was the last fucking time you would ever see Scrappy fucking Doo……” Jame slowly shakes his head back and forth. He just can’t believe what is happening to him.
“You bitches…...you bunch of bitches will pay for this! Tonight! I will win this battle royal! This I promise you! And then that Sinful championship is has good as mine. There isn’t isn’t one mother fucker in this dog shit company that is as sinful as I am!” Jame snatches the hood on his Scrappy suit and pulls it up over his head…..
Present Day
Las Vegas
Sal’s Soul Crushing Gym and MMA School
(of course)
One very sweaty and tired Joe Jones takes a seat on the weight bench, picks up his bottle of water and starts to guzzle away as he reaches for his phone. Checking his messages as he sets the water bottle down and picks up a white towel drapes it across his shoulder. He taps away with his thumb a couple of times and put the phone up to his ear.
“Hey. Sup? Yeah? Yeah I checked out the link you sent. Seems to be on the up and up. So what kind of numbers are we talking then? Hmmmm. Is there at least room to grow once we get up and running and get going? Well….for the time being.”
As Joe is talking to whoever on the other end of the line, Roxanne wanders into the gym and being that currently this is a male driven population in the gym and Roxanne with her long flowing red hair, flirty sundress that is cut low in the front, white stockings, black pumps and little black purse hanging from her wrist she is getting a lot of looks, which she notices. She stops in front of Joe. These two used to be lovers and now is in this weird place where they are friends, hate each other but still love one another. This current state of affairs is due to Joe and his weakness for hard bodied latin men, one named Marco with a array of star tats on his chest that Joe swore spelled out his name. It’s a weakness he has, maybe a addiction and perhaps he should get help for his “disease.” Roxanne in case you are wondering, was more than pissed when she came home from work to find Marco and Joe doing the horizontal tango in middle of the living room on their brand new couch. Her rage was on display that night. It was crazy.
Since then Joe has called the Bad Ass Hotel his home.
Joe glances up and smiles. It’s something about Roxanne that hits Joe in the old heart. It gives him the warm fuzzies in the belly every time he sees her. This goes beyond lust, a craving for mocha colored boys and acting like a little boy who can’t keep his hand out of the cookie jar. Roxanne is it. His soulmate. Fuck life mate. She is his do or die bitch. Joe would do anything for her to the day he dies. It’s just that his pecker, sometimes it can’t help itself and it has ruined many relationships in his life.
Joe stands up and hugs Roxanne. “Hey, send me the details and I’ll get back to ya. Yeah okay. Take care. Yup. Thanks. Bye.” Joe says as he ends his call. “Hey sweetie.” Joe says as they hug. “What a surprise….”
“I had a feeling I would find you here.”
“What’s going on? What’s up?”
“I heard a rumor.”
“A rumor? About what?”
“Is it true?” Roxanne asks with tears in her eyes.
“Is what true? Hey! Come on now. Don’t cry.”
“I heard you are thinking about going to Mexico?”
This catches Joe off guard. The only other person who knows what Joe has been thinking of has been his agent Keith and the way he operates he wouldn’t tell no one.
“Who told you that?”
“Is it true?”
“Yeah, sorta of. Maybe. I don’t know.”
Roxanne rolls her eyes and struggles to keep it together. Joe goes to give her another hug and she backs away from him.
“Come on now…..Who told you this?”
“Nanook…”
Joe closes his eyes and tries to keep the anger at bay. “Fucking Nanook!” runs through his mind.
“So it’s true then? You’re leaving?”
“No I’m not leaving. There is this promotion opening up and….”
“Again with the wrestling? Jesus Joe! You’re 37. Give it up already!”
“What? I’m in my prime..”
“Yeah okay! You keep telling yourself that.”
“I’ve got one last run in me. One big run. I can feel it.”
“So that is why you’re going to Mexico?”
“Lucha is hot right now.”
“Fuck Joe, It’s fucking Mexico! Why can’t you have that one last run here in the states?”
Joe sighs. He places his hands on his hips.
“Oh that’s right. You’re Blackballed? Can’t find no work here but Mexico they’ll hire you! Yeah okay! You’re such a idiot!” Roxanne says as she slaps Joe in the forehead. A tear starts to run down her face, she quickly wipes that away.
“You know, I don’t know why I came here and asked you this. I should have known you were going to do this to me. I don’t know why I care anymore. Really, I…...I just can’t do this.”
“Roxanne….baby! Come on!” Joe pleads but it does no good. Roxanne turns and leaves the gym as now everyone has stopped their workouts and is watching the real life drama playing out in front of them.
“Fuck!” Joe runs his hands through his hair as he sits down. He snatches up his phone and hits his contact list till he lands on Nanook. He hesitates for a second before punching on dial…..
December 23rd
Las Vegas
The “Dump”
Main Event time at the Christmas Chaos show and James Kelloggs is standing in the ring with 19 other retards, err I mean co workers and wrestling hopefuls. All of them are dressed up as elves, Santa, evil Santa, Jack Frost, Snowman, Bruce Willis, etc. It’s a over the top themed battle royal to see who will be the number one contender to the Sinful title.
James is in middle of the ring looking rather grumpy as the ref calls for the bell! The battle royal has begun!
All 19 competitors charge towards Scrappy Doo and while the struggle is short, as all 200 ish fans who showed up cheer and make as much noise as a group of die hard indie fans at a local indie show can make, They, the entire active roster minus Joe of Sin City Wrestling hoist a pissed off and curse spouting James Kelloggs over their heads and toss him into the “stands”, 3 rows of chair that make their way around the ring a mere four feet from the ring. James is sent flying into the open arms of the locals who all have smiles on their faces.
Except for James.
He’s pissed off to no end.
Fade out