Post by Steve Sinclair on Sept 21, 2018 14:40:59 GMT
Fade in to see Joe Jones stepping out of Marcus Welsh’s office post Massacre. Joe is sporting a smirk and looks to be in a good mood. As the door slowly shuts behind him, He gives a little fist pump. Something good must have come this meeting.
“Celebrating that huge win for Bester?” One Nanook says as he too is walking down the hallways towards Welsh’s office. You remember Nanook don’t you? You meet him last week, used to be Bester/OGDA manager till just recently. Nanook also kinda takes up the whole hallway too. He’s a big boy.
Joe, quick on his feet. “One more win than he had in Mexico no thanks to you. Old OGDA is starting to make waves here. I feel that his future here is going to be bright.”
Nanook, who is not alone, walks up to Joe. “Mexico….yeah. Whatever. Any place that will make you their champion has some issues.”
“Don’t be hating because I was the star there and you, well, couldn’t even get in the building. Make sure you still pay that exclusive membership fee so you can get those early bird tickets. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on getting those front row tickets. Hey! Is that why you’re here? To personally hand in your application to Welsh for the OCW club? Make sure you get those front row tickets so you can see OGDA live and in person. Unless, of course, you prefer to watch him on TV. I can put in a good word for you if you want. That, is the least I can do.” Joe says as he places his hand on Nanook’s shoulder. As soon as he does, a hand swats Joe’s hand off his Nanook’s shoulder. This causes Joe to lean to look around Nanook. “Who’s that?”
Standing behind Nanook is this guy. A solid 6’5” and a lean and trim 300 ish pounds. Rocking “weathered” jeans, Levi’s and a Affliction t shirt, a white shirt with the logo across his chest, in middle of that logo is a skull and a bunch of nonsense around it. He’s wearing a black leather Biker’s club vest. Clearly, he scores a ton a chicks. With his long wet or greasy (most likely) black hair, big bushy beard and work boots, Lugz, he looks every part of a complete tool.
“Who’s this tool?” Joe asks. The guy, his face doesn’t change. Cold, calm stare from him, no emotion whatsoever. It’s like he just doesn’t care. No fucks given!
“Oh? I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce you to my latest signee.”
“Till just now I didn’t see him, guy is 5 inches taller than me and can still hide behind you. Jesus, man, get on that keto diet.”
“My doctor says I’m healthy as a horse!” Nanook fires back with.
“A horse with diabetes with gout and a fatty liver maybe.” Joe is quick to reply with.
That is when this guy, mister “I scored more chicks than Wilt” with his bad ass t shirt steps in front of Nanook and puffs his chest out some. Still he says nothing.
Joe laughs. “Tell the leader of the lollipop guild to step down….” Joe says before he cracks his knuckles and takes a step towards this guy. “Or I’ll have to put him down.” And a stare down insues! So exciting.
Nanook himself laughs. He pats his new guy on the shoulder. “It’s okay Captain.” says Nanook. “Joe here is retired.”
“Oh I never said I was retired! Any day the “Captain” here feels froggy, you just let me know. I’ll be there.” says Joe.
“I’ll remember that. Soon, Captain Dilligaf is going to be the hottest…...star…….of…...OCW…..” Nanook says but Joe is laughing so hard, he has to hold himself up, one hand on the wall, one hand on his gut, his face all red, gasping for air, tears streaming down his face. This makes Nanook a tad cross. “This isn’t funny. I’m about to introduce him to Welsh….” Nanook adds.
“Bro! That is the gayest, dumbest fucking name I have EVER HEARD!” Joe burst out with. He gets right in The Captain’s face. “The fucking dumbest name of all time. You might as well call yourself the Tool! You’re going to get laughed out of the locker room. Good luck getting signed ANYWHERE let alone here. This place has its host of weird and unusual characters with OGDA leading the way. Hell! There is a guy called Uber Man. Fucking, Uber Man! There is a dipshit called, get this, Bruce! Are you ready? Rage! Cuz he’s all pissed and shit! And neither guy is as much of a tool as you are!”
Joe glances up at Nanook. “Good luck getting Marcus to even listen to you ten second after you tell him “I have the Captain with me”. Have fun sitting at home watching Bester on TV, next week in fact as he faces another tool, HellRaven! Your stereotypical “I’m pissy and a bitch”, “I’m a model”, “I’m a recording artist”, “I’m a movie star”, twitter numbskull wanna be wrestling pron star who’ll get her ass handed to her by OGDA….and punch his ticket to Serial Thrillers. Where, tubby, you can watch OGDA win his first championship of his career, you know, the one thing you were a completely failure at.” Joe looks at the Captain one more time. Looks him up and down. Captain Dilligaf facial expression doesn’t change, hasn’t changed. He looks like he just doesn’t care. “Bester, can beat you with one hand tied behind his back and that is a fact, Captain.” Joe says with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, eyeing the Captain real good.
Joe turns and begins to walk down the hallway leaving a fuming Nanook and the Captain standing outside of Marcus Welsh’s office. Nanook slowly raises his hand, and knocks on the door……..
Planet Fitness everyone! More purple than one person should be exposed to. That is where OGDA is today! And he’s not alone. With him is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs. All 4 feet of him.
“Mister Kellogs?”
“WHAT!” James yells at OGDA as he’s on his phone looking for his next hook up.
“I have a question.”
“No way!”
“Mr Jones told me to ask you.” OGDA says as he finishes up his curls. James looks up from his phone, annoyed. “I have a match against a girl and….” OGDA begins to say and pauses, most likely blushing under his mask.
“And what? Fucking spill it Best!”
“Mister Bad Booty, you can’t say naughty words in public.”
“The fuck I can’t! What is it that you want to know about this bitch?”
“I don’t know what to do…”
James hops down from the bench he was sitting on. He walks up to OGDA and puts his arm around him, as OGDA is sitting down.
“Listen, This Hell Raven cunt. I bet, no, I know she’s a fucking dirty girl. A real pig, but in a good way! You want to beat her into submission?” James says with a grin on his face.
“I want to win the match, yes.”
“Yeah, don’t we all. Listen, Best! This is what you do, and trust me, I know what that bitch wants. Get behind her yeah?” James begins to say. OGDA nods. “You’re going to wanna get her in a…”
James snaps his fingers a couple of times.
“Oh yeah, Shit, A camel clutch! You know what that is yeah?”
OGDA nods.
“Mount that whore real good.”
“Mr. James…”
“Shut up Best! I’m fucking helping you beat the shit out of this bitch! She fucking wants you too! She’s fucking beg for it! Camel clutch, lock that shit in tight!, go deep on her, like, real deep! But you know how you lock your hands under her chin?”
“Yes…..” a unsure OGDA says.
“Put your fingers in that bitches mouth! Hook the side of her checks! Slap her too, Get like, dirty with it, take her hair, bunch it together and put that shit in your mouth, and pull as hard as you fucking can! That little buttercup of sweetness will tap in to time. She’ll have no idea what hit her.”
“I don’t know about this….”
“Best! Trust me! I know chicks! Look!”
James shows OGDA his phone.
“See this bitch.”
“She’s not wearing clothes Mister James. I can see her thingy.”
James pats OGDA on the back. “And I’m going to be all up in that in ten fucking minutes. I’m going to wear that shit like a fucking hat. Going to tear it up! Just trust me Best! You’ve got this shit in the bag. Now if you excuse me. I've got some business to take care of.”
“I’m going to be honest. I never have liked wrestling women. I just don’t think it’s right. My mamma always told me to never hit a lady.”
OGDA says with his arms crossed and looking down at the ground. Conflicted he is.
“I had a bunch of uncles growing up that would come and visit my Mom. My Daddy, who ever he is, must have come from a huge family. I meet so many of my uncles but never my daddy. Sometimes, one of my uncles would hit mommy when they were wrestling in the bedroom. My mom told me she was undefeated! No one could beat her in wrestling. I am so proud of her.”
OGDA looks up at the camera.
“I hated some of my Uncles thou, the ones who would give Mommy a black eye. Once she broke her arm! And she still won the match! She was, as one of my uncles said, one tough cookie. So! I can only imagine that HellRaven….Miss HellRaven is also one tough cookie. I’m sure for her, it’s no biggie to wrestle a guy. I’m sure she has done this many times and since we’re both in this match, in which who ever wins, gets a shot at the Craze title, she has beaten the men a time or two. Maybe more.”
“I, have not wrestled too many women though. The ones that I have wrestled, it was weird. Every time. There was Miss Hernandez. Miss Taylor, and Miss Raven. It didn’t feel right either. Even after all the mean things Miss Raven said to me in my very first match too! I kinda wish I didn’t have to wrestle women, but…..but. I want that shot at the Craze title. I want to be on Serial Thrillers. I have to for my Rainbow Warriors. My Shining Stars are counting on me. Even Sparky, my beloved kitty, he wants me to wrestle for that Craze Championship. I want to wrestle for that belt. I never held a title before, I wonder what it’ll feel like?”
OGDA uncrosses his arms and places his hands behind his back. He holds his head up high.
“At Serial Thrillers. I’ll know what that feels like because, I’m sorry Miss Raven who isn’t Autumn Raven. I know way too many Miss Ravens. Monday night at Massacre, I will defeat you. I will pin you. I will make you see the back of your eyelids, I will make go take a nap. You will feel the wrath of the Narwhal! I want that opportunity that Mr. Welsh has given me! I want it more than anything! When I set my mind to something, there is nothing I can’t do! I hate to ruin your day, hate to pop your dreams. I’m a man on a mission, a mission that isn’t impossible. I don’t do this because it’s cool, I mean, it is, But, I do this because this is what I want, this is what I do. Out wrestle people and save the bullied from the bullies. I am Orgulloso Guardián Del Arcoiris! That last name you will hear when you drift off to dreamland.”
Fade out.
“Celebrating that huge win for Bester?” One Nanook says as he too is walking down the hallways towards Welsh’s office. You remember Nanook don’t you? You meet him last week, used to be Bester/OGDA manager till just recently. Nanook also kinda takes up the whole hallway too. He’s a big boy.
Joe, quick on his feet. “One more win than he had in Mexico no thanks to you. Old OGDA is starting to make waves here. I feel that his future here is going to be bright.”
Nanook, who is not alone, walks up to Joe. “Mexico….yeah. Whatever. Any place that will make you their champion has some issues.”
“Don’t be hating because I was the star there and you, well, couldn’t even get in the building. Make sure you still pay that exclusive membership fee so you can get those early bird tickets. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on getting those front row tickets. Hey! Is that why you’re here? To personally hand in your application to Welsh for the OCW club? Make sure you get those front row tickets so you can see OGDA live and in person. Unless, of course, you prefer to watch him on TV. I can put in a good word for you if you want. That, is the least I can do.” Joe says as he places his hand on Nanook’s shoulder. As soon as he does, a hand swats Joe’s hand off his Nanook’s shoulder. This causes Joe to lean to look around Nanook. “Who’s that?”
Standing behind Nanook is this guy. A solid 6’5” and a lean and trim 300 ish pounds. Rocking “weathered” jeans, Levi’s and a Affliction t shirt, a white shirt with the logo across his chest, in middle of that logo is a skull and a bunch of nonsense around it. He’s wearing a black leather Biker’s club vest. Clearly, he scores a ton a chicks. With his long wet or greasy (most likely) black hair, big bushy beard and work boots, Lugz, he looks every part of a complete tool.
“Who’s this tool?” Joe asks. The guy, his face doesn’t change. Cold, calm stare from him, no emotion whatsoever. It’s like he just doesn’t care. No fucks given!
“Oh? I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce you to my latest signee.”
“Till just now I didn’t see him, guy is 5 inches taller than me and can still hide behind you. Jesus, man, get on that keto diet.”
“My doctor says I’m healthy as a horse!” Nanook fires back with.
“A horse with diabetes with gout and a fatty liver maybe.” Joe is quick to reply with.
That is when this guy, mister “I scored more chicks than Wilt” with his bad ass t shirt steps in front of Nanook and puffs his chest out some. Still he says nothing.
Joe laughs. “Tell the leader of the lollipop guild to step down….” Joe says before he cracks his knuckles and takes a step towards this guy. “Or I’ll have to put him down.” And a stare down insues! So exciting.
Nanook himself laughs. He pats his new guy on the shoulder. “It’s okay Captain.” says Nanook. “Joe here is retired.”
“Oh I never said I was retired! Any day the “Captain” here feels froggy, you just let me know. I’ll be there.” says Joe.
“I’ll remember that. Soon, Captain Dilligaf is going to be the hottest…...star…….of…...OCW…..” Nanook says but Joe is laughing so hard, he has to hold himself up, one hand on the wall, one hand on his gut, his face all red, gasping for air, tears streaming down his face. This makes Nanook a tad cross. “This isn’t funny. I’m about to introduce him to Welsh….” Nanook adds.
“Bro! That is the gayest, dumbest fucking name I have EVER HEARD!” Joe burst out with. He gets right in The Captain’s face. “The fucking dumbest name of all time. You might as well call yourself the Tool! You’re going to get laughed out of the locker room. Good luck getting signed ANYWHERE let alone here. This place has its host of weird and unusual characters with OGDA leading the way. Hell! There is a guy called Uber Man. Fucking, Uber Man! There is a dipshit called, get this, Bruce! Are you ready? Rage! Cuz he’s all pissed and shit! And neither guy is as much of a tool as you are!”
Joe glances up at Nanook. “Good luck getting Marcus to even listen to you ten second after you tell him “I have the Captain with me”. Have fun sitting at home watching Bester on TV, next week in fact as he faces another tool, HellRaven! Your stereotypical “I’m pissy and a bitch”, “I’m a model”, “I’m a recording artist”, “I’m a movie star”, twitter numbskull wanna be wrestling pron star who’ll get her ass handed to her by OGDA….and punch his ticket to Serial Thrillers. Where, tubby, you can watch OGDA win his first championship of his career, you know, the one thing you were a completely failure at.” Joe looks at the Captain one more time. Looks him up and down. Captain Dilligaf facial expression doesn’t change, hasn’t changed. He looks like he just doesn’t care. “Bester, can beat you with one hand tied behind his back and that is a fact, Captain.” Joe says with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, eyeing the Captain real good.
Joe turns and begins to walk down the hallway leaving a fuming Nanook and the Captain standing outside of Marcus Welsh’s office. Nanook slowly raises his hand, and knocks on the door……..
Planet Fitness everyone! More purple than one person should be exposed to. That is where OGDA is today! And he’s not alone. With him is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs. All 4 feet of him.
“Mister Kellogs?”
“WHAT!” James yells at OGDA as he’s on his phone looking for his next hook up.
“I have a question.”
“No way!”
“Mr Jones told me to ask you.” OGDA says as he finishes up his curls. James looks up from his phone, annoyed. “I have a match against a girl and….” OGDA begins to say and pauses, most likely blushing under his mask.
“And what? Fucking spill it Best!”
“Mister Bad Booty, you can’t say naughty words in public.”
“The fuck I can’t! What is it that you want to know about this bitch?”
“I don’t know what to do…”
James hops down from the bench he was sitting on. He walks up to OGDA and puts his arm around him, as OGDA is sitting down.
“Listen, This Hell Raven cunt. I bet, no, I know she’s a fucking dirty girl. A real pig, but in a good way! You want to beat her into submission?” James says with a grin on his face.
“I want to win the match, yes.”
“Yeah, don’t we all. Listen, Best! This is what you do, and trust me, I know what that bitch wants. Get behind her yeah?” James begins to say. OGDA nods. “You’re going to wanna get her in a…”
James snaps his fingers a couple of times.
“Oh yeah, Shit, A camel clutch! You know what that is yeah?”
OGDA nods.
“Mount that whore real good.”
“Mr. James…”
“Shut up Best! I’m fucking helping you beat the shit out of this bitch! She fucking wants you too! She’s fucking beg for it! Camel clutch, lock that shit in tight!, go deep on her, like, real deep! But you know how you lock your hands under her chin?”
“Yes…..” a unsure OGDA says.
“Put your fingers in that bitches mouth! Hook the side of her checks! Slap her too, Get like, dirty with it, take her hair, bunch it together and put that shit in your mouth, and pull as hard as you fucking can! That little buttercup of sweetness will tap in to time. She’ll have no idea what hit her.”
“I don’t know about this….”
“Best! Trust me! I know chicks! Look!”
James shows OGDA his phone.
“See this bitch.”
“She’s not wearing clothes Mister James. I can see her thingy.”
James pats OGDA on the back. “And I’m going to be all up in that in ten fucking minutes. I’m going to wear that shit like a fucking hat. Going to tear it up! Just trust me Best! You’ve got this shit in the bag. Now if you excuse me. I've got some business to take care of.”
“I’m going to be honest. I never have liked wrestling women. I just don’t think it’s right. My mamma always told me to never hit a lady.”
OGDA says with his arms crossed and looking down at the ground. Conflicted he is.
“I had a bunch of uncles growing up that would come and visit my Mom. My Daddy, who ever he is, must have come from a huge family. I meet so many of my uncles but never my daddy. Sometimes, one of my uncles would hit mommy when they were wrestling in the bedroom. My mom told me she was undefeated! No one could beat her in wrestling. I am so proud of her.”
OGDA looks up at the camera.
“I hated some of my Uncles thou, the ones who would give Mommy a black eye. Once she broke her arm! And she still won the match! She was, as one of my uncles said, one tough cookie. So! I can only imagine that HellRaven….Miss HellRaven is also one tough cookie. I’m sure for her, it’s no biggie to wrestle a guy. I’m sure she has done this many times and since we’re both in this match, in which who ever wins, gets a shot at the Craze title, she has beaten the men a time or two. Maybe more.”
“I, have not wrestled too many women though. The ones that I have wrestled, it was weird. Every time. There was Miss Hernandez. Miss Taylor, and Miss Raven. It didn’t feel right either. Even after all the mean things Miss Raven said to me in my very first match too! I kinda wish I didn’t have to wrestle women, but…..but. I want that shot at the Craze title. I want to be on Serial Thrillers. I have to for my Rainbow Warriors. My Shining Stars are counting on me. Even Sparky, my beloved kitty, he wants me to wrestle for that Craze Championship. I want to wrestle for that belt. I never held a title before, I wonder what it’ll feel like?”
OGDA uncrosses his arms and places his hands behind his back. He holds his head up high.
“At Serial Thrillers. I’ll know what that feels like because, I’m sorry Miss Raven who isn’t Autumn Raven. I know way too many Miss Ravens. Monday night at Massacre, I will defeat you. I will pin you. I will make you see the back of your eyelids, I will make go take a nap. You will feel the wrath of the Narwhal! I want that opportunity that Mr. Welsh has given me! I want it more than anything! When I set my mind to something, there is nothing I can’t do! I hate to ruin your day, hate to pop your dreams. I’m a man on a mission, a mission that isn’t impossible. I don’t do this because it’s cool, I mean, it is, But, I do this because this is what I want, this is what I do. Out wrestle people and save the bullied from the bullies. I am Orgulloso Guardián Del Arcoiris! That last name you will hear when you drift off to dreamland.”
Fade out.