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Post by mooseheadjack on May 30, 2008 19:45:53 GMT -5
CTG: (sighs) Semaj, in your worldly travels I'm sure you're well aware of the limits of the physical and mental. A man can only take so much.
Over the course of my tenure here at OOWF I have been sent to the hospital enough times they don't have me fill out paperwork - usually a OOWF fan in triage just calls the last city and they forward the stuff. I've had more injuries than an entire football LEAGUE in the course of my work here, and many of them sustained getting and keeping the IC title.
I was upset when I lost it, but I knew I could beat Johnny. When the ref got the chair away from him, something went off in my head, and it came to "See how YOU like having your brains bashed in" and cut loose.
SB: what does it mean, then, now that you can't get to the IC belt?
CTG: I think it's about time I set my sights higher.
(CTG gathers his bag with his good arm; the other arm/shoulder is wrapped up in an ace bandage)
After I get my shoulder checked and cleared, someone better be letting me chase down the OOWF title. I've proven myself ready with my IC title run, and Johnny can have that belt.
SB: Moose'ead put you up to it, didn't he?
(CTG keeps walking)
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 30, 2008 19:46:22 GMT -5
(MHJ is in the back watching Concrete's promo on a monitor, the promo ends, and in a rage, Moose kicks the monitor off the table, then throws it down the hall. Turning to a well placed camera man..)
Concrete, I knew it. I knew you were a coward. You get outsmarted by Johnny, so you turn tail and run. Instead of being a man, you run off to try and get some other title. You said it yourself, the blood, the sweat, the pain you have endured to keep the title, and now you just walk away from it, like a damn coward. Any man with a set would stay and fight, but not you, tuck you tail between your legs and run away.
See, Concrete, I saw it, I know what happened. For a few minutes after the Adrenaline match, I saw it, that unbridled hatred, you took out Johnny, you took out the ref, you took out everyone in sight. For a few minutes we saw the REAL Concrete TG, the one I always knew existed. And that scares you. That scares the hell out of you. <almost whispering. But if fetl good, didn't it Concrete. It felt good not having to be the goody goody and do what those fans want. Admit it, the feel of that chair slamming down on skull, the warm feel of Johnny's blood as if flowed down his face. The sense of power, it overwhelmed you. I saw it Concrete, and now you are trying to run away from it. You are trying to run from me, from the Establishment, from all those who will one day bring your true side to light.
WELL THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN! <Jack is almost seething now> There is no way you run from me. Concrete, I have said it before, I will hound you until the day I die! I will break you! I will do everything in my power to make sure you NEVER taste world title gold.
Concrete this week you got Williams, but next week, it's me and you, you name the stips, you and I, Moosehead and Concrete, Concrete and Moosehead, run all you like, you can never escape me. I will drag you into the abyss with me if I have to
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 30, 2008 19:46:51 GMT -5
* AA spots Concrete and Semaj WALKING AND TALKING. He joins the conversation.*
CTG: Semaj, the AYUFF and I were headed out to look for some grub. Wanna come with?
AA: Hey, did I hear you were going to get some food? Cool! You're buying, right, Concrete? All right! I know this great 5-star Italian restaurant in Kings Beach, little pricey, but I'm sure the former IC champ can afford it, right?
CTG: I was upset when I lost it, but I knew I could beat Johnny...
AA: Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. In fact, we need to talk about the whole IC title scenario, Concrete. See, I've beaten Adrenaline twice since I've been here, and since he's champ, I think that makes me the No. 1 contender for the title. I mean, you can't beat him, I can, so the belt stays in the family, right?
SB: what does it mean, then, now that you can't get to the IC belt?
AA: It just means I can get the belt. Geez, aren't you guys listening?
CTG: ...someone better be letting me chase down the OOWF title.
AA: I can take care of that, too. After the beating I gave Moosehead tonight, I'm sure he fears me. If I tell him to give you an OOWF title shot, he'll do it.
SB: Moose'ead put you up to it, didn't he?
AA: What?!? No, no, no. Moosehead has nothing to do with this, trust me...er, ummm, I mean, ummm...don't worry about it. Hey, is it getting hot out here? I feel a hot wind on the back of my neck.
AA turns to find Beast breathing down his neck. Beast is not happy.
AA: Oh, hi Beast. Hey, sorry about the chair thing tonight. How’s your head? You know I was aiming for Moose, right? Hey, Concrete’s buying dinner tonight. You coming? You’ll need to change clothes for where we’re going, though. That thong thing just isn’t proper.
Suddenly, an ominous VW Microbus blazes past the group, tires squealing. The group looks up the parking lot to see JW Westgaard laying on the ground holding his head.
AA: Hey, there’s that hockey player dude. I thought they were on strike. Hey, hockey dude, you want to get some food? Concrete’s buying!
CTG: Man, our bookers sure have a good sense of continuity.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 30, 2008 19:47:21 GMT -5
[Shot opens to a extreme close up of a gash to somebody's forehead. The shot slowly zooms away to reveal Johnny Adrenaline being stitched up by doctors in his locker room. L.D. Williams is sitting nearby in a chair.]
LDW: I'll give ya credit, Johnny. That's a nice chunk of skin missing from your head, and you're still here. Most guys would be in a hospital somewhere.
JA: That son of a bitch owes me a seven iron.
LDW: No, that was the six.
JA: No it wasn't, it was the seven.
LDW: No, it was the six. I brought it to the ring, I know.
JA: Oh...so what happened? All I remember is seeing the golf club.
LDW: Dude straight up snapped, Johnny. Hit you with a chair and got DQ'ed. Blew his rematch. Now we don't have to deal with that lunatic anymore.
JA: Oh...
LDW: You got Capps running his mouth, though. And I hear there's some other guys gunning for your title, too.
JA: Yep...
LDW: [to doctors] These pills gonna kick in anytime soon?
JA: [Zzzzzzzz.....]
LDW: Just let him sleep on the floor, he's fine. Now...
[L.D. pulls out his cell phone and dials, but before we can hear any conversation, we go to a break...]
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 30, 2008 19:47:48 GMT -5
westgaard gets up, and winces in pain...
JWW: goddammit that f'n hurt. AA: Hey, there’s that hockey player dude. I thought they were on strike. Hey, hockey dude, you want to get some food? Concrete’s buying! JWW: thanks, but i'm not hungry, anybody got something for a headache CTG reaches into his pocket and throws JWW a bottle of pain killers AA: so hockey dude youcoming or what? JWW: yeah, but lets just keep an eye out for a beat up VW bus
the wrestlers then walk to a waiting rental car.
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