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Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 27, 2018 14:24:14 GMT
10-01-2018 Massacre
Backstage at Catering….
OGDA is sitting at a table with Spartacus, his beloved Kitty Kat and mostest best friend in the whole wide world by his side. OGDA is rocking a retro ALF t shirt and is slowly petting Sparky.
OGDA: “I tell you Sparky, when Daddy wins that Craze Championship here in a couple of weeks, I’m going to make us a tuna steak. You’d you like that? A nice fresh slab of yummy tuna? Yeah? Me too. I can almost taste it!”
OGDA lowers his head and Spartacus head butts him. Talk about a Norman Rockwell painting…
A packet of Swedish Fish lands on the table in front of OGDA. OGDA looks down at his favorite red candy of all time. OGDA looks up and you can tell under that white rainbow fighting mask of his, he has a shocked look on his face.
OGDA: “SWEDISH FISH! IS IT MY BIRTHDAY?”
JOE JONES: “Not quite, but it is a reason to celebrate.”
Joe, OGDA’s manager/agent/whatever you wish to call him takes a seat across from OGDA at the table, with his own packet of Swedish Fish.
JOE JONES: “A little something something for beating HellRaven last week and getting a spot at Serial Thrillers, where you, OGDA, will get your first shot at a title in your career. The first of many I believe."
As OGDA tears open the packet of Swedish Fish and lines them up in a row, side by side, perfectly aligned. “Mr. Nanook always told me if I work hard, if I put my nose to grindstone, good things will happen to me.”
Joe, who just ripped open the packet, and digs one fish out of the packet and bites it head off, nods. “That, OGDA, might have been the only useful thing Tubby has ever told you.”
OGDA: “Sometimes I miss Mr. Nanook, but then I remember that he made me take this mask off and I remember that you said it was okay for me to wear it…..HEY!”
Just as OGDA has everything ready to begin eating his favorite snack in the color red, a huge paw of a hand reaches over him and just scoops up a huge handful of swedish fish! OGDA snaps around and standing behind him, stuffing his face with the stolen swedish fish, a crime punishable in some parts of the world by being whipped with a wet noodle, is Captain DILLIGAF! OGDA stands up, no one steals his swedish fish! OGDA eyes him in his not caring eyes while munching on his begotten swedish fish! The monster!
Nanook, who is never far behind his newest signee to Empire Sports Management, places his hand on OGDA’s shoulder.
NANOOK: “Bester! Sometimes I miss you too. The money we could have made together…..”
OGDA: “Mister Nanook, MY name is Org…..”
NANOOK: “Yes! Fuck! I know kid.”
OGDA: “Mister Nanook!”
NANOOK: “Again, I know! You see, it’s times like this, that I am grateful Joey here, took you off my hands. I have way less headaches these days.”
JOE JONES: “Especially when your clients are mutes.”
Captain DILLIGAF looks at Joe who is still enjoying his swedish fish.
NANOOK: “The Captain here, isn’t as needy as some of my past, employees.”
JOE JONES: “hmm especially when said employee, isn’t working. What is there to be bitching about?”
NANOOK: “Well, soon, that will change. The Captain here, has a dark match here tonight.”
JOE JONES: “Whooo, well! Blow me and call me your little darling. The Captain has a no nothing match that no one is going to see. How much did you have to pay Welsh to make that happen? A grand? Two? Did you go all in and make it ten thousand? Whatever, it won’t change nothing here. Your guy is a fucking ass clown minus a red nose and big floppy feet. OGDA here, well he has earned himself a title match Tubby. Again, something you couldn’t do, but then again, there has been so much in life you haven’t been able to do, like see you toes.”
NANOOK: “Craze? Is it? Craze Championship? What is that? What does a Craze championship mean or represent? Remind me who the current champion is? Mike? Mike who? No one important? Yeah, whatever. A fourth tier tin belt for a fifth rate wrestler like yourself. That belt is like a participation trophy, completely meaningless and worthless.”
Joe glances at The Captain. “Then how come your boy here doesn’t have, like ten of them? He useless, worthless, meaningless and made of tin, that cheap shit from China too, prone to rust when it comes in contact with the air. Wait! Is this dark match tonight for the Douche Championship? I’m pretty sure you can take him Tubby. I don’t know two biggest douchebags in the world than you two.”
NANOOK: “Laugh it up fun boy. The Captain here, is going get his hands on a belt higher up on the food chain than your boy Bester here.”
Joe laughs. “Better hurry up then. October 29th is coming up. That’s when OGDA, gets his hands on a belt. Tick. Tock.”
After a quick stare down between Joe and Nanook, Nanook slowly nods.
NANOOK: “Captain, give the child back his fish.”
The Captain, who has been chewing on the fish this whole time, spits the wad of chewed up swedish fish at OGDA and this glump, lands and sticks on OGDA’s ALF shirt.
OGDA: “EWW!”
The Captain smirks as Nanook pats him on the back and the two turns and walk away. OGDA glares at The Captain as he balls up his fists……
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 27, 2018 14:26:18 GMT
10-08-2018 Massacre
~Fade in to the bell ringing and Referee Scruff standing in the ring along with Nanook and his guy, Captain DILLIGAF. It’s still early so some of the crowd has yet to trickle in. Belvedere climbs in the ring with his trusty mic as Joe Jones and his guy, Armbar Armstrong make their way down to the ring. Since this match isn’t going to be on TV, no stinking theme music!~
~Belvedere and Scruff have a quick discussion and Scruff goes over to check out The Captain’s gear, you know, make sure he doesn’t have anything illegal.~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to OCW’s Monday Night Massacre! The following contest is a Contract for Contract match! Who ever loses this match, their contract will become the property of the winner’s agent.
~The sound of headphones being put on is heard as Smith and Hood get ready to go to work. Smith clears his throat.~
Smith: Okay! So….
Hood: Yes. Can’t believe we’re doing this right now.
Smith: Well this match will be seen on our YouTube channel.
Hood: I’m sure some of our fans will want to know the outcome of this match up.
~Scruff, good with his pat down on The Captain now heads over and checks out Armstrong as Joe gives him some last second words of encouragement.~
Smith: This match was made during the week as Joe Jones, who we know is the agent to OGDA, who later tonight will face Uberman.
Hood: A match I’m sure several of our fans can’t wait to see.
Smith: His guy Armbar Armstrong, whom we saw last week defeat the Captain.
Hood: That was a wicked armbar he applied.
Smith: It was. Armbar got under the skin of Nanook, who, as my crack research team has informed me, used to be OGDA’s manager, and, at one time, the manager to Joe Jones.
Hood: hmmmm
Smith: Joe stole OGDA away from Nanook in Mexico they tell me, and so those two have beef.
Hood: Actually, they have had beef long before OGDA got in the picture. They have not liked each other for a couple of years now. If you read the notes Smith, Nanook screwed Joe over in a contract when Joe was in Knoxville a while back.
Smith: Money, it is the root of all evil.
Hood: True that.
Smith: So now, coming off of what happened last week, These two have a bet. If Joe’s guy Armstrong can beat the Captain, which, from what I remember last week, is highly likely, Joe gets The Captain’s contract and to be honest, I don’t know what you do with that. He’s not what I would consider a money maker.
Hood: I would want Armstrong’s contract through.
Smith: Yes. That kid has a future.
~Scruff is good with his pat down on Armbar. He calls for the bell as Joe pats him on the shoulder and exits the ring.~
Belvedere: In this corner! Weighing in at 285 pounds, from Santa Clara California, He doesn’t care what you think! He’s the Captain, Captain DILLIGAF!
~Nanook raises the Captain’s arm to mostly boos. Nanook has a few words with him and then calls for Scruff the ref.~
Belvedere: AND HIS OPPONENT!
~A couple of cheers.~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 203 pounds, from Tampa Bay Florida! He will stretch you, he will make you tap! He is ARMBAR ARMSTRONG!
~Armbar raises his fists in the air. Nanook has his arm around Scruff’s shoulder and is talking to him about something. Armbar removes his red robe, one that a boxer would wear, nothing fancy. He tosses that out of the ring, The Captain meanwhile, still has everything on, his biker vest, biker gloves, chaps, the whole get up.~
Hood: What could Nanook be talking to Scruff about?
Smith: I have no idea. Joe, going over to see for himself….
~Joe wanders around the ring to see what in hell Nanook is doing. Armbar walks up to the Captain in the middle of the ring to do a little trash talking. The Captain has his one hand in his pants pocket. Joe starts yelling at Nanook to get out of the ring and Nanook lifts one of his titanic legs over the second rope, all the while barking at Joe and holding onto Scruff.~
Hood: Nanook needs to just get out of the ring, I don’t get what he is doing….OH MY! WHAT THE HELL!
Smith: WHAT WAS THAT!
~The Captain quickly removes his hand from his pocket and slugs Armbar Armstrong! Cold cocks him! KO hims! Armbar crashes to the mat looking at the back of eyelids. The Captain disguards whatever was in his hand and pins Armbar, hooking the leg! Nanook spins Scruff around just as The Captain goes for the pin and points it out. Scruff quickly throws himself on the mat!~
Hood: Are you serious? Is this happening!
~Joe tries to get into the ring to stop the count!~
~Nanook blocks him as he’s still in the ring!~
~Scruff counts!~
1!!!!
~Joe can’t make the save!~
2!!!!!
~The Captain is really getting booed!~
3!!!!!!
~Scruff calls for the bell! Joe can’t believe! He slams his fist on the mat! Nanook laughs in his face!~
Belvedere: YOUR WINNER! THE CAPTAIN!
~Boos. So many boos. The cameraman finds what he tossed out of the ring on the floor.~
Hood: The Captain had brass knuckles! He cheated!
Smith: It happened so quickly, I didn’t see it.
Hood: Nanook just screwed Joe yet again!
Smith: To be honest, I hear that Joe is into that sort of thing.
~After Nanook raises The Captain’s hand in victory, he has the Captain kick Armstrong’s lifeless body over to the ropes, where he then hops down out of the ring and slings Armbar Armstrong over his shoulder and starts to carry his prize back towards the back. Joe is pissed. Nanook just waves at him as he slowly walks backwards up the ramp towards the back, with a huge smile on his face.~
Hood: Oh! This story is far from over. There is no way Joe is going to let Nanook get away with this! No way!
Smith: On the other hand, Nanook has the makings of a pretty good tag team for OCW now.
Hood: No he doesn’t! No way does Armbar tags with The Captain!
Smith: He has too! It’s in his contract!
~Slowly fade out with Joe bending over picking up the brass knuckles…..~
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 27, 2018 14:28:40 GMT
~Backstage.
Joe Jones walks up to a door, and on this door it reads: ESM
Which, if you have been paying attention stands for, Empire Sports Management.
And if you have taken a second to look at your notes, you know that this is owned by Nanook.
Who, if you recall, was once the agent/manager to OGDA.
Who, by the way, is facing Mike Harrison at Serial Thrillers for the OCW Craze Championship.
Joe, is the current agent for OGDA and last week lost his second client, ArmBar Armstrong to Nanook, when The Captain knocked ArmBar out and won this contract for contract match.
Now that we’re all caught up……
Joe looks at his phone. The text from Nanook says: “Be in my office at 8 sharp.” “You will not want to miss this.”
Checking the time it’s 7:59, and it just turned 8. Joe, he is right on time. He turns the handle and pushes the door open, much to Nanook’s and The Captain’s surprise!~
Nanook: “Oh! What the fuck! Don’t you know it’s rude not to knock?”
~Joe closes the behind him and slides his phone in his back pocket.~
“You said to be here at 8, it’s 8, you knew I was coming.”
~Nanook, who seated behind a desk leans back in his chair.~
“Yes, but.”
Joe: “But nothing, you wanted me here, I’m here, I’ve got shit to do unlike you, my guy, OGDA, is 2 weeks away from capturing his first title of his career. I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
Nanook: “Boy, you sound awful, testie. Have you had some sour grapes this week?”
Joe: “Minor set back, one that I’ll correct soon enough. Besides, at least now you can boast of having a guy under contract that is actually good.”
Nanook smirks. “I couldn’t have been more prouder of The Captain here last week, the way he dominated…..”
Joe: “Oh, I’m sorry, I was talking Armstrong. The Captain, he’s just a piece of shit.”
~Joe eyes The Captain, almost daring him to make a move.~
Nanook: “Yes. Well. That is not why I called you here. As you know, Armbar, which come on Joe, is just a stupid name. He’s now a proud member of ESM, where several of my clients including yourself, before you got fat and lazy, decided to stop training and let yourself go, have been multi time champions. That is why I attract some of the top stars in this sport today, because they know, when they sign with me, their future is paved with gold.”
~Joe crosses his arms as he’s heard that line more than once. But there is some truth in that. Joe did hold 14 titles while with Nanook.~
Nanook: “A road that will soon feature The Captain, here in OCW.”
Joe: “hmmmm I bet.”
Nanook: “And, my newest client, Formerly known as ArmBar Armstrong, he will soon enjoy a successful career when these two, they team up and just destroy the tag division here in OCW.”
Joe: “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I had Armstrong signed, but I’m hearing that that contract was retracted due to Marcus not wanting to do business with you.”
Nanook laughs. “I have my own room don’t I? Marcus knows that with me supplying some top notch talent here at OCW, he’ll be rolling in the dough. Thanks to me, everyone including your boy, is going to enjoy much bigger payouts.”
Joe glances down at the floor. “Son of bitch, I knew I should have wore my boots tonight. I done and got shit all over my new shoes.”
Nanook: “Whatever Joey. Make all the jokes you want, poke fun at me all you want, you know the truth and the truth is, I am money, I bring the money. You know that more than anyone else in this building. My guys win championships, plain and simple.”
Joe: “Once upon a time.”
Nanook: “And forever. Look, we can do this all night long if you wish, but the truth is, I’m a busy man and you’re not worth my time, if fact you have cost me more than enough already tonight. I asked you here, more or less as a gesture. A gesture that despite our differences, I still consider you a good friend, and I just wanted to show you what I have done to Armstrong in only one week, one week of my training, my tutelage. In just one week, I have transformed ArmBar Armstrong into, well, look foreverself.”
~Nanook stands up, next to the desk is a door that leads to another room and Nanook quickly leans over and taps on the door.~
Nanook: “Come on out! Sarg!”
~The door handle turns and the door begins to open……
To Be Continued.~
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 27, 2018 14:30:01 GMT
10-22-2018 Massacre
~Picking up where we left off last week on, Massacre!~
~Joe just shakes his head as Armbar Armstrong, now dubbed The Sarg, steps out of the little room next to Nanook’s desk wearing camo from head to toe, even has a camo bikers vest to match The Captain’s, but camo. The Sarg, he takes a step or two and has just a huge look of disappointment on his face. He looks down at the floor, his shoulders are slumped down, he just can’t look at himself. Nanook is sporting a huge beaming smile on his face. He steps out from behind the desk and pats The Sarg on the shoulder.~
Nanook “As you can see Joey, we had to update his look, ditch that silly name. Armbar Armstrong is just a silly little name. He is a soldier. Something people can get behind and with his raw in ring skills, he is a fighting machine and this is pure money here. Sarg and I, with the Captain leading the charge, we’re not only going to put this tag division on its ear, but we’ll be rolling in the money as well. You should see the merch I have planned….”
Joe “This, this was all KC wasn’t?” (KC, cuz I doubt any of you know, is Joe’s Uncle, former wrestler and went by the name Crash, is all tatted up with lightning bolts and storm clouds and scenes of death and destruction. KC works for Nanook’s ESM and has a school in NYC)
Nanook “What?”
Joe “This whole get up, you let KC do this to this kid didn’t ya? He always wanted to do this GI Joe army get up and you let him finally do it. This shit is boring as fuck. You might as well put him in a three piece suit and prance him out there on national TV and tell anyone who cares that this pawn is Zybala’s assistant and he’s the next General Manager of OCW or some shit. That is the only way you’re going to make any money with this shit. Jesus, he’s been in front of me for ten seconds and I already don’t want to see him anymore, on TV or in real life. Much like everything else you touch tubby, you ruin everything.”
Nanook “Do not!”
Joe “Nascar Billy, he was a huge hit, most popular guy in Knoxville, outsold freaking Caleb Hart and you convinced him to drop Nascar and turn him into fucking Sutton, who, no one cared about. Then there was Racing Tyme, huge, over as fuck tag team, and you decided to go barnstorming in parts of the country that never heard them, us, and we flamed out. I told you that they don’t care about two masked guys in white jumpsuits pretending to be race car drivers in Canada but you wouldn’t listen. Then there was James. Foul mouth horny midget who somehow found a way to win in the ring against guys who are three times bigger than him. They flashed a huge wad of cash in front of you and you made him dress up as Scrappy Doo, ruining him. Now the guy can’t find work anywhere and for what? A couple of bucks? Much like the Captain and the Sarg here, no one will care.”
Nanook “Is that so?”
Joe “Go talk to Marcus, have him give these two Brother of Anarchy rejects a match. Against any team on on the roster. They will get squashed in two minutes.”
Nanook “No they won’t! These two are destined to win those OCW tag belts.”
Joe “Bro, I’m telling you. They couldn’t win a handicapped match.”
Nanook “Is that a fact?”
~Joe takes a step towards Nanook and gets right in his grill.~
Joe “You want to double up on that bet?”
Nanook “And who do you have in your stable Joey?”
Joe “The guy who got away. Bester.”
~Nanook raises a eyebrow.~
Nanook “You’d put his contract up for these two guys?”
Joe “Yup. I’ve got a guy who’ll make short work of these two.”
Nanook “You got a guy? A new guy?”
Joe “Sure do, and I’ll throw him on the deal. Bester and my new guy for their deals, all or nothing.”
~Joe is dead serious. Nanook is mulling it over.~
~To Be Continued…..~
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 28, 2018 15:26:29 GMT
10/29/2018 Serial Thrillers
~When we last seen Nanook and his motley crew of rejects, err, I mean the next OCW Tag Team Champions. Double J Joe Jones has just made another bet with him, this time doubling down on the previous bet they made, throwing in OGDA’s contract and the contract to “His new guy”, whom, would face the The Captain and the newly minted Sarge in a handicapped match.~
~Nanook wanted to take the bet, but Joe wouldn’t tell him who his new guy is. It’s a secret and that is all Joe would tell him. Nanook, told him he would think about it, which you guessed, lead to an argument between Joe and Nanook and that made for boring TV and was left on the cutting room floor.~
~In the end, Joe gave Nanook 2 weeks to decide, which, gave Nanook 2 weeks to figure out who Joe’s guy is.~
~In his office, Nanook is behind his desk, with 3 laptops open and running, a tablet in one hand and his trusted cell phone in the other as he digs in and tries to find the answer to the world’s biggest burning question. Who else has signed on to have Joe be their agent? Nanook checks his phone. Checks the laptop in front of him, taps on it. Looks at the one to his left, double clicks on something. Glances at the one to his right, closes that all together. He then looks at his tablet, he flips that over in disgust. That is when The Captain and the Sarge wander in. Nanook look at them.~
Nanook “WELL!”
~The Captain and The Sarge look at one another. The Captain just shrugs a little.~
Nanook “NOTHING! How can this be? I have asked everyone I know, I have called in every favor I have and no one, fucking no one knows who Joe’s guy is! I want Bester’s contract! He is going to win that belt and I want that payday! He is money! You understand me! Money! A printing machine he is and I want that! What about you! You used to be employed by that turd burglar! Who else does he have?”
The Sarge “I don’t know.”
Nanook “The fuck you do! Who the fuck is his other guy?”
The Sarge “I’m telling the truth! I never saw anyone else. It was always me and him, and OGDA. There was no one else. He didn’t even take calls from anyone else when I was with him. As far as I know, It was just me and OGDA.”
~Nanook slams his laptop shut in front of him and leans back in his chair, annoyed, disgusted. Angry.~
Nanook “I’m not making this bet without knowing! You two! Get out of my sights! You disgust me!”
~The Captain, he’s like, whatever and The Sarge, he’s like, Fuck you, I hate you, I wish you were dead. They turn and start to leave Nanook’s office when Nanook rolls his eyes and sighs.~
Nanook “Wait! Hold on! I’m sorry guys, I’m just, frustrated that’s all. Joe is trying to ruin my business and I want nothing more than to crush him like the ant he is. I’m sorry for taking it out on you guys. Look, I talked to Marcus earlier. He said he’ll see what he can do for next week. One of you or both of you might have a match next week to showcase your skills some.”
~The Captain nods somewhat glad to hear the news. The Sarge place his hands on his hips.~
The Sarge “Thanks for that. All I want is a chance you know.”
Nanook “I know. I believe in you two. I know you two will make a great tag team. You two just need to work together to break into this company. Team work. That is what’s going to take. K?”
~The Sarge nods.~
The Sarge “Team Work.”
Nanook “Good. Now get!”
~The dynamic Duo leaves and Nanook’s tablet vibrates. Nanook flips it over. On his screen a video loads up from Joe Jones!~
Joe “Hey Fat Ass! Give up yet? How about I give you clue?”
~Nanook picks up the tablet and stands up.~
~To Be Continued.~
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 4, 2018 14:49:10 GMT
11/5 Massacre
~Quick recap if you forgot or just haven’t been paying attention, or just don’t care. Joe and Nanook made a bet, Nanook cheated and won, now Joe wants to double down and go for broke. Last week, Nanook was trying to figure out who Joe has lined up for this handicapped match when Joe sent him this video, the video which we get see this week.~
~Nanook grips his tablet a tad bit harder, just hearing Joe’s voice makes his blood get steamy and not in a Netflix and chill kind of way either.~
Nanook “You mother fucker!”
~On screen, Joe is in a place that seems to be all concrete and steel. Concrete blocks make up the walls and their painted white, most likely with a nice thick layer of lead paint under the multiple layers that followed in the past 40 years. His hands are in his pocket of his cargo shorts and flip flops. Like, who wears flip flops in November?~
Joe “I’m sure you have been wracking that pea size nugget in that mostly hollow skull of yours all week Fatty just trying to guess, “Who has Joe signed? Who is his guy?” Wanna know how I know? Cuz every guy you called asking, called me and gave me the 411.”
~Nanook growls as he feels betrayed by, well, everyone.~
Joe “So, since you haven’t made a decision on my double or nothing bet, and I get it. I didn’t give you a name, a pic of who my guy is. Hell, I wouldn’t take that bet not knowing.”
~Joe was slowly walking along and it has become clear that Joe is in some sort of prison. The iron bar doors with thugs, rapists, murderers and pyramid scheme profiters and the random stoner who had a joint on them which now means 10 years with no parole are all hanging out looking at Joe talking into a camera like, Who the fuck is this guy?~
Joe “But then again, I know who I have for this bet so I would just go into this match blindly and I would laugh my ass off as your two puppets gets utterly destroyed. But you’re not me, you like to dot your I’s and cross your T’s. So, I figure I would stop by and show off my latest signing. The guy I like to think is going to single handedly shut down Empire Sports Management.”
~Joe stops at a cell and taps on one of the bars with his knuckle like he was knocking on a door. Unlike the other cells that were lite up like a Christmas tree, this cell is dark. No lights on, the lights outside of the cell are off as well and with the lack of windows, it creates this dark void in middle of the cell block.~
~A tweaker looking fellow slowly steps forward and comes into focus somewhat. We can see his face, thin, missing teeth from years of smoking meth. A purple teardrop prison tattoo in the corner of both eyes. His neck is covered with shitty tattoos, just bad amateurish tats and none of em make any sense. No rhyme or reason to them. Sprawled around his forehead is a “chick” who is naked, spread eagle and I’m guessing is holding a needle and is injecting heroin into her pussy, I guess, It’s all muddied up and hard to read.~
Joe “Henry!”
~Henry tries to smile at Joe, years and years of drug abuse has left him all twitchy and itchy and unable to stand in one spot without shaking like Michael J Fox.~
Henry “Oh, Hi Joe. Good, good to see you again.”
Joe “How’s it’s going Henry?”
Henry “Okay I guess. Pedro promised me a fix, but he got thrown in the shoe and I could really use a fix you know. You got anything? Pills? Pot? Tide pods?”
Joe “Shit Henry, they took all of my shit at the front door. Sorry about that?”
Henry “You know Joe, you can sneak that stuff in by sticking it up your rectum.”
~Joe laughs. Henry is dead serious. Dude needs something, now.~
Joe “Henry, I stick a bunch of stuff my butt, but drugs isn’t what I yearn for. I prefer big, meaty, hard, ridged….”
~Nanook drops his tablet on the desk and can’t believe what he’s seeing.~
Nanook “Holy shit….Joe signed a tweaker! What the fuck is he thinking? HEY! CAPTAIN! SARGE! HOLD UP!”
~Nanook leaves his office to chase down his guys…..~
(NEXT SEGMENT)
~As Nanook waddles off, the video is still playing on his tablet……..~
Joe “And some spit for lube Henry! That is what I stick up my ass. I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about being locked up in here. I barely made it through the first cell block without getting hit on 15 times. Bunch of horny bastards in here.”
Henry “I must be getting old or something. I haven’t been raped in a while.”
Joe “No offense Henry, but you have let yourself go. Get clean, put some weight back on, get your mouth fixed and you never know, a gangbang might be in your future.”
Henry “I don’t know…”
Joe “I don’t mean to be rude Henry, I would love to stand here and talk about ass play all day but I only have a couple of minutes. Is your roomie in?”
~Henry looks to his left and nods and slowly fades into the darkness of the cell. A couple of seconds later a huge hand grips the iron bars. It’s a big old paw of a hand. Freakishly huge. It is then followed by a face slowly coming into focus from the darkness of the cell. Joe looks up at his scowl looking down at him. Long black hair and a thick long beard cover most of what we can see, and what we do see, isn’t happy.~
Joe “Soooooo.”
~A second huge paw of a hand takes hold of the iron bars.~
Joe “Finally, after some paperwork, appeals, some court rulings and most importantly, a nice campaign donation to Governors Cuomo’s re election efforts. The great state of New York as ruled that your conviction was indeed baseless and all charges against you have been dropped. Furthermore, that silly civil suit against you by your brother, that was thrown out by the judge and you’ll be free to go after some paperwork. I’ll have you out in a hour or so.”
~No reaction from the mountain of a man that has been locked up for the best part of 3 years now steaming from a dispute with his own brother. ~
Joe “I have even more good news! I know you have to be itching to punch someone and I found someone who is willing to get in the ring with you. I know you haven’t done that in a while but I’m not worried about ring rust. In fact, I got you 2 somebodies to throw around, punch, kick, hurt. And, the icing on the cake is, your buddy Nanook is going to be there.”
~A slight smirk from Joe’s new guy, a guy he’s known his whole life.~
Joe “I thought you’d like that. So, you sit tight okay? I’ll have you out of here in a jiffy.”
~Fading back into the cell, Joe takes that as a okay. Joe smiles. He looks into the camera.~
Joe “Better get those two coached up Fatty. Better get them ready because a monster is coming.”
~Joe glances over his shoulder and looks back into the camera.~
Joe “Chamber is coming.”
~Fade out.~
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