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Olvir Vs Hans (Arm Wrestling)
Rp for this epic clash here.
Rp for this epic clash here.
RP Museum (Old RP)
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The Great Eye
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World Title Match
Donovan Vs Doll, Rp here.
Donovan Vs Doll, Rp here.
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Re: Carmine/Shadric
(A Dark Corner somewhere in The House of Blues: The Camera finds Shadric the Dog Boy all twisted up scratching his balls with his teeth. He does this for some time before finally noticing the camera crew. He sits bolt upright and bears his teeth.)
SHADRIC: Grrrrrrrrrrr..........
(The Camera backs away a bit as Shadric growls some more)
SHADRIC: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........grrrrrrrr....grrrrr...............
(Shadric appraises the camera and his look softens a bit. He stops growling and hangs his tongue out the side of his mouth - head cocked just slightly.)
SHADRIC: {*pants a little*}
(The Camera slowly starts to pull back in again. Suddenly Shadric lunges - snapping wildly with his jaws. The Camera flails wildly about in the chaos - catching a heavy boot smashing down onto Shadrics skull as it does. The camera regains focus as Shadric scurries back into his corner and takes a defensive pose.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: You okay there, Dory?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You see that? Crazy f***er tried to bite me.
OFF-CAMERA #1: Yeah.... Crazy f***er.
OFF-CAMERA #2: Let's get out of here. They don't pay us enough to put up with this kind of crap.
(The Camera backs away quickly.)
OFF-CAMERA #2: Goddam it. I think I might be bleeding. I knew I should have joined the damn union.
OFF CAMERA #1: Yeah. You'd have better healthcare, at least.
SHADRIC: {*whimpers softly in his corner*}
FTB
(A Dark Corner somewhere in The House of Blues: The Camera finds Shadric the Dog Boy all twisted up scratching his balls with his teeth. He does this for some time before finally noticing the camera crew. He sits bolt upright and bears his teeth.)
SHADRIC: Grrrrrrrrrrr..........
(The Camera backs away a bit as Shadric growls some more)
SHADRIC: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........grrrrrrrr....grrrrr...............
(Shadric appraises the camera and his look softens a bit. He stops growling and hangs his tongue out the side of his mouth - head cocked just slightly.)
SHADRIC: {*pants a little*}
(The Camera slowly starts to pull back in again. Suddenly Shadric lunges - snapping wildly with his jaws. The Camera flails wildly about in the chaos - catching a heavy boot smashing down onto Shadrics skull as it does. The camera regains focus as Shadric scurries back into his corner and takes a defensive pose.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: You okay there, Dory?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You see that? Crazy f***er tried to bite me.
OFF-CAMERA #1: Yeah.... Crazy f***er.
OFF-CAMERA #2: Let's get out of here. They don't pay us enough to put up with this kind of crap.
(The Camera backs away quickly.)
OFF-CAMERA #2: Goddam it. I think I might be bleeding. I knew I should have joined the damn union.
OFF CAMERA #1: Yeah. You'd have better healthcare, at least.
SHADRIC: {*whimpers softly in his corner*}
FTB
Re: Carmine/Shadric
(FADEIN to the roulette table inside the Sam Remo Hotel and Casino. Carmine Esposito is wearing a black velour jogging suit. The jacket is slightly unzipped exposing several gold chains hidden within his bushy chest hair. Carmine combs his fluffy blonde hair, styled in the tradition of Vinnie Barbarino.
The ball spins around and around. It begins to settle down as it clanks along the notches of the roulette wheel. The noise stops and the dealer yells out “22 – Black”. Carmine grins from ear to ear at the good news.)
“THE INFERNO” CARMINE ESPOSITO: (Laughing) Am I hot or am I hot?
(Carmine slaps his hands together and rubs them with anticipation of receiving his winnings. The camera pans down at his chips and reveals that he seems to be up quite a bit. The multiple stacks of chips increase as the dealer slides Carmine’s share to him.)
CARMINE: I don’t know what it is…it’s like I’m in the zone or somethin’ over here.
(A woman walks over to Carmine and begins fondling his chest hair. Carmine takes a close look at her and freaks out. He shoves her off of him.)
CARMINE: Hey…get the f(BLEEP) outta here, you f(BLEEP)in’ finocchio! You better head down the road to the Blue Oyster and take that s(BLEEP) over to those Village People rejects! You freakin’ recchione! You make me sick!
(Security walks up to investigate the disturbance.)
CARMINE: You get that…that…THING…outta here!
(Security hauls the crossdresser off and Carmine sits out a round at the wheel to collect himself. He spots Jimmy Two Times and waves him over.)
CARMINE: Jimmy, some freakin’ finocch just came up and tried to make the moves on me. I feel dirty…I gotta go take a shower or somethin’ over here.
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Which one was it – was it?
CARMINE: I don’t even want to think about it.
(Shakes his head in disgust.)
JIMMY: No, tell me – tell me. I know some people – people. We can get that recchione – recchione.
(Carmine points the finocch out and Jimmy gets a strange look on his face. The kind of look someone makes when they realize they made a terrible – terrible mistake.)
JIMMY: Uhh…yeah…I will uhhh…talk to my people – my people. So uhh….how much are you up – up?
(Jimmy still looks worried, but Carmine doesn’t pick up on it.)
CARMINE: You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. (Grins.) Ten large. You walking up is probably a good thing. I think I’ll cash out before I go crazy.
JIMMY: Are you gonna kick up any of this to Gino – Gino? You know they call me all the time wanting updates – updates. They’ve been patient, but it ain’t gonna last forever – forever. I already sent them the winnings from your last match from the Supershow on the Strip – the Strip.
CARMINE: You know that paying the debt off to the Russo Family is my number one priority…of course I am gonna give them a taste of this. Let’s go cash the chips.
(Carmine and Jimmy gather up the chips and head to the payout booth. Carmine makes conversation on the way to the line for payouts.)
CARMINE: Hey Jimmy, I know you got the money for it…but did you see the number we did on that rompipalle at the Supershow on the Strip? I can’t believe Mikey Gumdrops came in all the way from Brooklyn just to finish the job on Guido the Hut.
(Turns to the camera.)
CARMINE: Or as most of you watching this might know him under the name he used in the witness protection program…Living Dead!
JIMMY: Carmine, we aren’t to mention his name – his name. Now…all he is…is a memory – a memory. Living who –who? Guido what – what? The less you say, the better off we both are – both are.
(Carmine and Jimmy hand the chips over to the cashier. Carmine gets handed a nice stack of cash, holds it up to his ear, and fans through it. He shakes his head that it is all there and hands it to Jimmy. Jimmy takes the bundle of cash, but Carmine hesitates letting it go and they almost have a tug of war over it. Jimmy gives an evil look and Carmine lets it go.)
JIMMY: Don’t worry…we’ll both be back on our feet before you know it – know it. I’ve been scoping out a few projects – projects. Looking at some possibilities to maximize our profitability – profitability. Things are going to be looking up soon, you can bank on that – on that.
CARMINE: Jimmy, I feel like I am coming into my own…like nothin’ can stop me. You and I both know I shoulda’ been in that World title tournament. If it wasn’t for a bunch of bulls(BLEEP), it woulda’ been ME being crowned the first LVW World champion. Donovan got a pass…that’s all I’m gonna say. Enjoy your time at the top, because as soon as I make it up there to face you…your little reign as champ is over! You hear me? OVER!
(Carmine fumes over being left out of the tournament.)
JIMMY: Fahgettaboutit…that no time soon – soon. I got you another match…a debut for some finocchio that bites cameramen - cameramen. I wish I knew more about him, but LVW hasn’t issued a press release on the kid – the kid. Don’t sweat it…I’ll dig up some dirt on this Shadric fella – fella. There has to be somethin’ on Google – Google. Maybe he has a MySpace or something – something.
CARMINE: Mi infischio di lui! I don’t give a damn who it is they put me in the ring against. “The Inferno” is gonna heat things up in LVW! This leccaculo, what’s his name…Shadric? (Grins.)
Shadric listen up real good because you are gonna fall in the category of most that try to prove something in their first match out. You’re gonna have big hopes, big aspirations, you are gonna wanna prove to the matchmakers that you are a top-notch world-class caliber athlete. You are gonna try to convince them that you have staying power…longevity, that you can get over.
But that is where the dream you have becomes a reality. See…I ain’t gonna let you showcase your talents and abilities. I’m gonna shut you down! And you know why? For one…because I can. And two…because I have no other choice. My back is against the wall and you’re the sorry vecchio sporcaccione that has the unenviable task of catchin’ a beatdown.
Jimmy…lets get out of here…this interview is over.
(FADE TO BLACK)
(FADEIN to the roulette table inside the Sam Remo Hotel and Casino. Carmine Esposito is wearing a black velour jogging suit. The jacket is slightly unzipped exposing several gold chains hidden within his bushy chest hair. Carmine combs his fluffy blonde hair, styled in the tradition of Vinnie Barbarino.
The ball spins around and around. It begins to settle down as it clanks along the notches of the roulette wheel. The noise stops and the dealer yells out “22 – Black”. Carmine grins from ear to ear at the good news.)
“THE INFERNO” CARMINE ESPOSITO: (Laughing) Am I hot or am I hot?
(Carmine slaps his hands together and rubs them with anticipation of receiving his winnings. The camera pans down at his chips and reveals that he seems to be up quite a bit. The multiple stacks of chips increase as the dealer slides Carmine’s share to him.)
CARMINE: I don’t know what it is…it’s like I’m in the zone or somethin’ over here.
(A woman walks over to Carmine and begins fondling his chest hair. Carmine takes a close look at her and freaks out. He shoves her off of him.)
CARMINE: Hey…get the f(BLEEP) outta here, you f(BLEEP)in’ finocchio! You better head down the road to the Blue Oyster and take that s(BLEEP) over to those Village People rejects! You freakin’ recchione! You make me sick!
(Security walks up to investigate the disturbance.)
CARMINE: You get that…that…THING…outta here!
(Security hauls the crossdresser off and Carmine sits out a round at the wheel to collect himself. He spots Jimmy Two Times and waves him over.)
CARMINE: Jimmy, some freakin’ finocch just came up and tried to make the moves on me. I feel dirty…I gotta go take a shower or somethin’ over here.
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Which one was it – was it?
CARMINE: I don’t even want to think about it.
(Shakes his head in disgust.)
JIMMY: No, tell me – tell me. I know some people – people. We can get that recchione – recchione.
(Carmine points the finocch out and Jimmy gets a strange look on his face. The kind of look someone makes when they realize they made a terrible – terrible mistake.)
JIMMY: Uhh…yeah…I will uhhh…talk to my people – my people. So uhh….how much are you up – up?
(Jimmy still looks worried, but Carmine doesn’t pick up on it.)
CARMINE: You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. (Grins.) Ten large. You walking up is probably a good thing. I think I’ll cash out before I go crazy.
JIMMY: Are you gonna kick up any of this to Gino – Gino? You know they call me all the time wanting updates – updates. They’ve been patient, but it ain’t gonna last forever – forever. I already sent them the winnings from your last match from the Supershow on the Strip – the Strip.
CARMINE: You know that paying the debt off to the Russo Family is my number one priority…of course I am gonna give them a taste of this. Let’s go cash the chips.
(Carmine and Jimmy gather up the chips and head to the payout booth. Carmine makes conversation on the way to the line for payouts.)
CARMINE: Hey Jimmy, I know you got the money for it…but did you see the number we did on that rompipalle at the Supershow on the Strip? I can’t believe Mikey Gumdrops came in all the way from Brooklyn just to finish the job on Guido the Hut.
(Turns to the camera.)
CARMINE: Or as most of you watching this might know him under the name he used in the witness protection program…Living Dead!
JIMMY: Carmine, we aren’t to mention his name – his name. Now…all he is…is a memory – a memory. Living who –who? Guido what – what? The less you say, the better off we both are – both are.
(Carmine and Jimmy hand the chips over to the cashier. Carmine gets handed a nice stack of cash, holds it up to his ear, and fans through it. He shakes his head that it is all there and hands it to Jimmy. Jimmy takes the bundle of cash, but Carmine hesitates letting it go and they almost have a tug of war over it. Jimmy gives an evil look and Carmine lets it go.)
JIMMY: Don’t worry…we’ll both be back on our feet before you know it – know it. I’ve been scoping out a few projects – projects. Looking at some possibilities to maximize our profitability – profitability. Things are going to be looking up soon, you can bank on that – on that.
CARMINE: Jimmy, I feel like I am coming into my own…like nothin’ can stop me. You and I both know I shoulda’ been in that World title tournament. If it wasn’t for a bunch of bulls(BLEEP), it woulda’ been ME being crowned the first LVW World champion. Donovan got a pass…that’s all I’m gonna say. Enjoy your time at the top, because as soon as I make it up there to face you…your little reign as champ is over! You hear me? OVER!
(Carmine fumes over being left out of the tournament.)
JIMMY: Fahgettaboutit…that no time soon – soon. I got you another match…a debut for some finocchio that bites cameramen - cameramen. I wish I knew more about him, but LVW hasn’t issued a press release on the kid – the kid. Don’t sweat it…I’ll dig up some dirt on this Shadric fella – fella. There has to be somethin’ on Google – Google. Maybe he has a MySpace or something – something.
CARMINE: Mi infischio di lui! I don’t give a damn who it is they put me in the ring against. “The Inferno” is gonna heat things up in LVW! This leccaculo, what’s his name…Shadric? (Grins.)
Shadric listen up real good because you are gonna fall in the category of most that try to prove something in their first match out. You’re gonna have big hopes, big aspirations, you are gonna wanna prove to the matchmakers that you are a top-notch world-class caliber athlete. You are gonna try to convince them that you have staying power…longevity, that you can get over.
But that is where the dream you have becomes a reality. See…I ain’t gonna let you showcase your talents and abilities. I’m gonna shut you down! And you know why? For one…because I can. And two…because I have no other choice. My back is against the wall and you’re the sorry vecchio sporcaccione that has the unenviable task of catchin’ a beatdown.
Jimmy…lets get out of here…this interview is over.
(FADE TO BLACK)
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Re: World Title Match
"That was one gosh-dang cah-razy party we done had there."
The scene is the VIP Lounge at Mandalay Bay... three days after the conclusion of Supershow on the Strip. Bodies are everywhere, passed out in-between periods of celebratory partying. Vodka bottles, cigarette butts, bongs, beer cans, condom wrappers, razors and mirrors strewn about. Hookers asleep on top of other hookers. A Deadhead passes a joint to a chimpanzee. Two midgets knocked out in the bosom of Bertha, the overweight stripper, with a Chinese finger trap attached on the ends of each of their penises. A giraffe drinks Jagermeister out of a bucket.
And all the while, the NEW Las Vegas Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Cowboy Jimmy Donovan, sleeps against the bar, apparently naked except for the cowboy hat on his head and the LVW Title Belt over his junk.
Meanwhile, tiptoeing through the debris is a very attractive blonde woman, wearing a navy blue business skirt-suit, black horn-rimmed Weezer glasses and black pumps, holding an LVW microphone. Walking over strippers, hookers, drunks, gamblers, several members of the Blue Man Group, the Gentleman of Leisure and assorted barnyard animals, she slowly but surely makes her way over to the World's Champion. When she finally gets there, she pokes Donovan lightly with her foot.
Woman: Excuse me, Mr. Donovan?
Donovan grumbles and mumbless something along the lines of "mbphph b*tch better have biscuits and gravy mmmbbbthhth."
Woman: Mr. Donovan??
She kicks him a little harder this time, which jolts the Sexual Cowboy to a more awake state.
JD: Huh? Wha? Whut in tarnation...
The Champion looks up at the very arousing sight.
JD: Well I'll be, the party's done startin' up again. An' how much do I gots to pay you fer a good time, sweet thang?
Woman: I am NOT a hooker, Mr. Donovan.
JD: Oh, then is you one of them groupies? The ones I ain't gotsta pay to bang? Daym, I like them ones better...
The woman kicks Jimmy again, this time with a little force behind it.
Woman: I am not going to have sex with you at all. I'm here to interview you in regards to your upcoming match against "Broadway" Johnny Doll.
JD: Whut? They done hired a broad to do them fancy talkin' segments? Well I'll be plum-tuckered!
Jimmy goes to get up, but the woman leans over to stop him.
Woman: First, stop, I don't need any nudity on camera. This is for network television...
Jimmy pushes her away.
JD: Naw, naw, I'm decent.
He pulls the LVW Title away from his midsection to reveal he's wearing a Boomer Sooner OU thong.
Woman: That's.... averts her eyes quickly and mutters "have to be professional, have to be professional, don't look at the man's cock... that's wonderful...
She shakes her head quickly and remembers that she's indignant at him for the sexist comment.
Woman: And secondly... I am not some broad, I am Jenny Green, and I need to get a few words on your upcoming match.
JD: Oh dang, that's right. I gotsta done defend this shiny belt I done won in a match. Well... uhh, first, I wanna say that I done said whut I was gonna done do, and that was win this title in honor of the memory of Fabiola, God rest her extraordinarily good cock-suckin' soul Jenny is aghast, and in special honor of her, durin' the party, I didn't done get no blowjobs from anyone. Sure, I done did everythin' else, like anal an' tossin' salad, and there was this one Oriental hooker who laid underneath a glass table while I done took a....
JG: Alright, alright, that's enough, that's enough. Anyway, onto your opponent.
JD: Oh, Johnny Doll... he's one of them fancy New York types who prolly gots one of them magic lil' boxes he keeps all his phone numbers in, or maybe he's in the witness protection program like that yeller-bellied coward El-Magick-O [Editor's Note: The O is for orgasm] fer killin' hookers. I know all about them types, them dago sons of *****es who come in and smack hookers around cuz they make fun of 'em for havin' small dicks or bein' too greasy. I never go to a hooker who done frequents guidos, cuz they been done ruined fer life.
JG: That's... how can you make all those ethnic slurs against Italians?
JD: Cuz all them Eye-talians are the same! They eat sauce on everythin' and their breath always reeks a' garlic. An' they...
JG: Let's just get back to Broadway Johnny Doll, okay?
JD: Oh, well, okay then, Broadway Johnny Doll, he might done be able to handle crackpot lawyers or sheepish hookers, but when it comes time to tussle with a Champion, does he done have what it takes? Does he have what it takes to tangle with a guy who went more than sixty minutes wit' three of the toughest men in this here company an' won? Hell, when I finally get all sobered up, I'm prolly gonna have the biggest hangover this side of the Pecos too, an' I still doubt he got the Rocky Mountain Oysters to finish me off.
JG: Okay... do you have anything else to say then?
JD: Naw, naw... now if you'll excuse me, if you ain't gonna bang me, then I'm gettin' back to drinkin'.
JG: Ugh... I mean... thanks for your time.
Jenny tiptoes away, trying to keep herself from looking at Jimmy's thonged package. Donovan pops open another bottle of champagne as the screen fades to the LVW logo.
"That was one gosh-dang cah-razy party we done had there."
The scene is the VIP Lounge at Mandalay Bay... three days after the conclusion of Supershow on the Strip. Bodies are everywhere, passed out in-between periods of celebratory partying. Vodka bottles, cigarette butts, bongs, beer cans, condom wrappers, razors and mirrors strewn about. Hookers asleep on top of other hookers. A Deadhead passes a joint to a chimpanzee. Two midgets knocked out in the bosom of Bertha, the overweight stripper, with a Chinese finger trap attached on the ends of each of their penises. A giraffe drinks Jagermeister out of a bucket.
And all the while, the NEW Las Vegas Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Cowboy Jimmy Donovan, sleeps against the bar, apparently naked except for the cowboy hat on his head and the LVW Title Belt over his junk.
Meanwhile, tiptoeing through the debris is a very attractive blonde woman, wearing a navy blue business skirt-suit, black horn-rimmed Weezer glasses and black pumps, holding an LVW microphone. Walking over strippers, hookers, drunks, gamblers, several members of the Blue Man Group, the Gentleman of Leisure and assorted barnyard animals, she slowly but surely makes her way over to the World's Champion. When she finally gets there, she pokes Donovan lightly with her foot.
Woman: Excuse me, Mr. Donovan?
Donovan grumbles and mumbless something along the lines of "mbphph b*tch better have biscuits and gravy mmmbbbthhth."
Woman: Mr. Donovan??
She kicks him a little harder this time, which jolts the Sexual Cowboy to a more awake state.
JD: Huh? Wha? Whut in tarnation...
The Champion looks up at the very arousing sight.
JD: Well I'll be, the party's done startin' up again. An' how much do I gots to pay you fer a good time, sweet thang?
Woman: I am NOT a hooker, Mr. Donovan.
JD: Oh, then is you one of them groupies? The ones I ain't gotsta pay to bang? Daym, I like them ones better...
The woman kicks Jimmy again, this time with a little force behind it.
Woman: I am not going to have sex with you at all. I'm here to interview you in regards to your upcoming match against "Broadway" Johnny Doll.
JD: Whut? They done hired a broad to do them fancy talkin' segments? Well I'll be plum-tuckered!
Jimmy goes to get up, but the woman leans over to stop him.
Woman: First, stop, I don't need any nudity on camera. This is for network television...
Jimmy pushes her away.
JD: Naw, naw, I'm decent.
He pulls the LVW Title away from his midsection to reveal he's wearing a Boomer Sooner OU thong.
Woman: That's.... averts her eyes quickly and mutters "have to be professional, have to be professional, don't look at the man's cock... that's wonderful...
She shakes her head quickly and remembers that she's indignant at him for the sexist comment.
Woman: And secondly... I am not some broad, I am Jenny Green, and I need to get a few words on your upcoming match.
JD: Oh dang, that's right. I gotsta done defend this shiny belt I done won in a match. Well... uhh, first, I wanna say that I done said whut I was gonna done do, and that was win this title in honor of the memory of Fabiola, God rest her extraordinarily good cock-suckin' soul Jenny is aghast, and in special honor of her, durin' the party, I didn't done get no blowjobs from anyone. Sure, I done did everythin' else, like anal an' tossin' salad, and there was this one Oriental hooker who laid underneath a glass table while I done took a....
JG: Alright, alright, that's enough, that's enough. Anyway, onto your opponent.
JD: Oh, Johnny Doll... he's one of them fancy New York types who prolly gots one of them magic lil' boxes he keeps all his phone numbers in, or maybe he's in the witness protection program like that yeller-bellied coward El-Magick-O [Editor's Note: The O is for orgasm] fer killin' hookers. I know all about them types, them dago sons of *****es who come in and smack hookers around cuz they make fun of 'em for havin' small dicks or bein' too greasy. I never go to a hooker who done frequents guidos, cuz they been done ruined fer life.
JG: That's... how can you make all those ethnic slurs against Italians?
JD: Cuz all them Eye-talians are the same! They eat sauce on everythin' and their breath always reeks a' garlic. An' they...
JG: Let's just get back to Broadway Johnny Doll, okay?
JD: Oh, well, okay then, Broadway Johnny Doll, he might done be able to handle crackpot lawyers or sheepish hookers, but when it comes time to tussle with a Champion, does he done have what it takes? Does he have what it takes to tangle with a guy who went more than sixty minutes wit' three of the toughest men in this here company an' won? Hell, when I finally get all sobered up, I'm prolly gonna have the biggest hangover this side of the Pecos too, an' I still doubt he got the Rocky Mountain Oysters to finish me off.
JG: Okay... do you have anything else to say then?
JD: Naw, naw... now if you'll excuse me, if you ain't gonna bang me, then I'm gettin' back to drinkin'.
JG: Ugh... I mean... thanks for your time.
Jenny tiptoes away, trying to keep herself from looking at Jimmy's thonged package. Donovan pops open another bottle of champagne as the screen fades to the LVW logo.
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
Ya see here is the thing. Y'all got a cowboy for a champ. But really what kind of cowboy is he?
Colt is seen riding his Appaloosa towards the camera.
You see I don't think that son of a ***** is any kind of cowboy at all. I mean what has he done to prove that he has the cowboy inside of him?
I mean the ****er goes out and drinks but that is all? Is that cowboy?
Oh not one bit.
I'm out here on the range tending to my herd. He is just wallowing around Las Vegas in an attempt to look tough.
You seem folks I am tough. I am the rawest wrestler here no doubt; but I know how to fight and that's a lesson that my two opponents will learn this week
Bellmoth and Mateo...that's sounds like a bad 70's cover band. You two weak kneed SOB's are going to learn what life is like on the range. You two are going to learn to never ever get in the way of a real cowboy and his goal.
I've managed my whole life to beat all the odds. Well this week is going to be no different. I aim to beat both of this silly little children senseless.
Las Vegas may be the town that shines it's lucky light down on the down trodden and stupid; gut this week the well prepared and dangerous are going to bust the house.
I may be new to this game but make no doubt about it I know how to handle myself in a fight. There may be silly little rules and cute little ropes...but his here ain't nothing but a bar fight in my eyes.
Mateo and Bwellmoth you two are nothing but rasslers trying to cut my head. Well that's a mistake y'all will soon learn to regret.
On the strip I will step up and prove to all the world that not only am I the most dangerous man in LVW I'm the one and only true cowboy.
The Man in Black rides off into the sunset and his destiny.
Ya see here is the thing. Y'all got a cowboy for a champ. But really what kind of cowboy is he?
Colt is seen riding his Appaloosa towards the camera.
You see I don't think that son of a ***** is any kind of cowboy at all. I mean what has he done to prove that he has the cowboy inside of him?
I mean the ****er goes out and drinks but that is all? Is that cowboy?
Oh not one bit.
I'm out here on the range tending to my herd. He is just wallowing around Las Vegas in an attempt to look tough.
You seem folks I am tough. I am the rawest wrestler here no doubt; but I know how to fight and that's a lesson that my two opponents will learn this week
Bellmoth and Mateo...that's sounds like a bad 70's cover band. You two weak kneed SOB's are going to learn what life is like on the range. You two are going to learn to never ever get in the way of a real cowboy and his goal.
I've managed my whole life to beat all the odds. Well this week is going to be no different. I aim to beat both of this silly little children senseless.
Las Vegas may be the town that shines it's lucky light down on the down trodden and stupid; gut this week the well prepared and dangerous are going to bust the house.
I may be new to this game but make no doubt about it I know how to handle myself in a fight. There may be silly little rules and cute little ropes...but his here ain't nothing but a bar fight in my eyes.
Mateo and Bwellmoth you two are nothing but rasslers trying to cut my head. Well that's a mistake y'all will soon learn to regret.
On the strip I will step up and prove to all the world that not only am I the most dangerous man in LVW I'm the one and only true cowboy.
The Man in Black rides off into the sunset and his destiny.
MrWest
League Member
Re: Carmine/Shadric
(The Back Halls of The House of Blues: The Camera Crew searches for Shadric)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Dammit, Terry. Why do we always get stuck with freako duty?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Just lucky I guess.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah...because I am sure it would have nothing to do with what you said about the pit bosses wife the other day.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: How was I supposed to know she already had the surgery. And besides, you said it too.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah. But not directly to here.
(Just then a busboy comes into frame pushing a cart.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Hey pal. You seen a skinny looking punk all dressed in rags and **** around hr somewhere?
BUSBOY: No habla ingle, senor.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah, sure you don't Pasqual. Get a green card, will you?
BUSBOY: Si, senor. Muchos gracias.
(The busboy continues out of frame with his cart.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Hey Dory, I think I hear something.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Where?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Over here. C'mon.
(The camera hurries down a hallway until it comes upon a row of metal trash cans. A pair of dirty bare feet hang out of a raggedy pair of pants that - in turn - hang out of one of the far trash can. The sounds of eating can be heard. from the inside of the can.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Well ain't that a sight.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Guess we found him then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: So do you want to get his attention or shall I?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: It's all you, man.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Thanks, jerk bomb.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Well, you shouldn't have asked then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: True enough. (Calling out) Hey, Shadric!
(Shadric doesn't respond.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Hey man, we gotta do an interview with you here!
(Shadric doesn't respond)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Maybe if you called him like you were calling a dog?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: That's ridiculous.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Is it? Just give it a try. Call out "Here boy"
(#2 sighs)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: C'mon, do it.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You do it.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: P**sy. (calling out) Here boy.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You gotta do it louder than that.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Hey, you're the one that's supposed to be getting him.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Dammit Terry. Let's do it together then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Deal.
(Together Terry and Dory start shout out "here boy" as whistling and clapping as if they were calling a dog. Finall Shadric looks up out of the trash can and sees them.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: There we go. (To Shadric) Yo man, come here. We gotta interview you.
(Shadric hesitates. He sniffs the air.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: C'mon, Shadric. Who's the good boy? Who's the good boy?
(Shadric taks a step twards then]m and then stops.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: It's okay boy. It's okay.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2 (softly): Geez, what an idiot.
(Shadric heres this and snarls a bit. He grabs the closest trash can and hurls it at the camera - striking it full in the lens.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: HOLY CRAP!
(The camera regains focus a second later, but Shadric is gone.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Where'd he...?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: You shouldn't have called him an idiot. Dogs are very sensitive critters - plus they have good hearing.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Stupid mutt.
(The Back Halls of The House of Blues: The Camera Crew searches for Shadric)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Dammit, Terry. Why do we always get stuck with freako duty?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Just lucky I guess.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah...because I am sure it would have nothing to do with what you said about the pit bosses wife the other day.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: How was I supposed to know she already had the surgery. And besides, you said it too.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah. But not directly to here.
(Just then a busboy comes into frame pushing a cart.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Hey pal. You seen a skinny looking punk all dressed in rags and **** around hr somewhere?
BUSBOY: No habla ingle, senor.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Yeah, sure you don't Pasqual. Get a green card, will you?
BUSBOY: Si, senor. Muchos gracias.
(The busboy continues out of frame with his cart.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Hey Dory, I think I hear something.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Where?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Over here. C'mon.
(The camera hurries down a hallway until it comes upon a row of metal trash cans. A pair of dirty bare feet hang out of a raggedy pair of pants that - in turn - hang out of one of the far trash can. The sounds of eating can be heard. from the inside of the can.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Well ain't that a sight.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Guess we found him then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: So do you want to get his attention or shall I?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: It's all you, man.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Thanks, jerk bomb.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Well, you shouldn't have asked then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: True enough. (Calling out) Hey, Shadric!
(Shadric doesn't respond.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Hey man, we gotta do an interview with you here!
(Shadric doesn't respond)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Maybe if you called him like you were calling a dog?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: That's ridiculous.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Is it? Just give it a try. Call out "Here boy"
(#2 sighs)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: C'mon, do it.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You do it.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: P**sy. (calling out) Here boy.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: You gotta do it louder than that.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Hey, you're the one that's supposed to be getting him.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Dammit Terry. Let's do it together then.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: Deal.
(Together Terry and Dory start shout out "here boy" as whistling and clapping as if they were calling a dog. Finall Shadric looks up out of the trash can and sees them.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: There we go. (To Shadric) Yo man, come here. We gotta interview you.
(Shadric hesitates. He sniffs the air.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: C'mon, Shadric. Who's the good boy? Who's the good boy?
(Shadric taks a step twards then]m and then stops.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: It's okay boy. It's okay.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2 (softly): Geez, what an idiot.
(Shadric heres this and snarls a bit. He grabs the closest trash can and hurls it at the camera - striking it full in the lens.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: HOLY CRAP!
(The camera regains focus a second later, but Shadric is gone.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Where'd he...?
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #1: You shouldn't have called him an idiot. Dogs are very sensitive critters - plus they have good hearing.
OFF-CAMERA VOICE #2: Stupid mutt.
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
"If it ain't the ol' MAN IN BLACK."
(Fadein, Erik Mateo sweepin' up the back patio of the bar he works at.)
EM: Ya know...fer somebody who thinks that the names of myself and WINGNUT sounds like a bad '70s cover band, do us a faver first, eh??
Finish callin' tha' pot, a kettle black first...'least ah' think that's right....
I mean hey...you wanna get all fussy about it, fine...you sound like a bad movie rental.
But that's not why ah' ah'greed to partake in 'dis shindig.
People go to Vegas to see morons beat tha' hell outta each other because they think that they're better than tha' other and pin hopes on a whim that they might be right.
Me??
Ah' KNOW it.
Which is why the boss is payin' me in tha' first place ta' be here.
You think that yer the rawest rassler??
Son I just like ta' fight.
You think that yer dangerous an' wanna prove it??
Fine by me....
Just do me a faver when yer through??
Don't forget to rewind.
The good parts are just 'round tha bend.
(Fadeout.)
"If it ain't the ol' MAN IN BLACK."
(Fadein, Erik Mateo sweepin' up the back patio of the bar he works at.)
EM: Ya know...fer somebody who thinks that the names of myself and WINGNUT sounds like a bad '70s cover band, do us a faver first, eh??
Finish callin' tha' pot, a kettle black first...'least ah' think that's right....
I mean hey...you wanna get all fussy about it, fine...you sound like a bad movie rental.
But that's not why ah' ah'greed to partake in 'dis shindig.
People go to Vegas to see morons beat tha' hell outta each other because they think that they're better than tha' other and pin hopes on a whim that they might be right.
Me??
Ah' KNOW it.
Which is why the boss is payin' me in tha' first place ta' be here.
You think that yer the rawest rassler??
Son I just like ta' fight.
You think that yer dangerous an' wanna prove it??
Fine by me....
Just do me a faver when yer through??
Don't forget to rewind.
The good parts are just 'round tha bend.
(Fadeout.)
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
Colt sits quietly at the end of a bar sipping from a mug of beer. The jukebox plays Hank Jrs "Country Boy Can Survive" in the background. Irishred finishes his beer and looks up at the camera.
Ya see folks here's the thing. I love nothing more then a good old scrap. I mean it gets the old blood a pumping doesn't it?
I mean it's not for everyone that's for sure. I mean you take a look at that little old broom pusher Erick Mateo. This child thinks that he is a fighter. Hell boy that broom was whipping your ass.
When you and Bell Mouth jar step into the ring with this here Cowboy you two are going to come to a very simple realization. There's one hell of a big difference between saying you can fight and actually getting the deal done.
I've fought talkers from all over the country on the rodeo circuit. I've cleaned bars up in small towns when the locals decided they should "talk" to me and try to intimidate me. I've made men badder then either of you eat their words one at a time.
In this world you have people who talk the talk and you have people who walk the walk. Well let me tell you this one final truth. The Man in Black walks the walk leaving nothing but blood and guts in his path.
I'll se y'all in the ring kids. Then we'll see how far your talking gets you.
Colt slides off his bar stool and leaves the bar and the camera fades to black.
Colt sits quietly at the end of a bar sipping from a mug of beer. The jukebox plays Hank Jrs "Country Boy Can Survive" in the background. Irishred finishes his beer and looks up at the camera.
Ya see folks here's the thing. I love nothing more then a good old scrap. I mean it gets the old blood a pumping doesn't it?
I mean it's not for everyone that's for sure. I mean you take a look at that little old broom pusher Erick Mateo. This child thinks that he is a fighter. Hell boy that broom was whipping your ass.
When you and Bell Mouth jar step into the ring with this here Cowboy you two are going to come to a very simple realization. There's one hell of a big difference between saying you can fight and actually getting the deal done.
I've fought talkers from all over the country on the rodeo circuit. I've cleaned bars up in small towns when the locals decided they should "talk" to me and try to intimidate me. I've made men badder then either of you eat their words one at a time.
In this world you have people who talk the talk and you have people who walk the walk. Well let me tell you this one final truth. The Man in Black walks the walk leaving nothing but blood and guts in his path.
I'll se y'all in the ring kids. Then we'll see how far your talking gets you.
Colt slides off his bar stool and leaves the bar and the camera fades to black.
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
(Fadein, Mateo's bar, late evening. Mateo, flipping a coin with one hand while resting against the bar counter smiles and shakes his head, as the music plays in the backround.)
EM: Ya know sumpin' there, Colt? In a few ways, we're alotta like, me an' you. We both like drankin', we both like fightin'...and we both like Hank.
(Mateo motions to the Jukebox, which plays "Tear In My Beer".)
But yer one undecisive sum*****, you know dat??
One second, you're tha' most rawest person in this place, the next...you've been in fights all over tha' place an' know me 'for you even get up close an' personal.
Piss off ya dirty punk, you knowin' me is like you thinkin' that you stand a chance against me, PERIOD.
You don't, and you know it.
See, you look at-me with a broom in my hand and think that that's all ah-do 'round here.
Uh-uh.
See, donkeh-boy, I might not OWN this-here bar....but I do RUN IT.
I don't haveta go ANYWHERE to pick ah-fight....ANYWHERE comes to ME.
You can-be intimidated by me or not, ah don't much give ah-damn.
But you take tha' ONE TIME you've seen meh' in tha' ring an' ASS-hume...all-ya wantah that ah-mah badass, it makes not much difference tah' me.
'Cuz when we're all through here, an' tha' dust settles...it's just another step towards another prize fer' me.
And more money.
Ya bettah-believe it, pal...moneh-does make tha' world go 'round, but tha' prizes that go WITH IT.....makes it more fun.
But enough of dat....you an' yer' monkeh' friend Curous Jorge go do whatcha' gots tah' do.
I will be-ah waitin' fer' ya.
(Fadeout.)
(Fadein, Mateo's bar, late evening. Mateo, flipping a coin with one hand while resting against the bar counter smiles and shakes his head, as the music plays in the backround.)
EM: Ya know sumpin' there, Colt? In a few ways, we're alotta like, me an' you. We both like drankin', we both like fightin'...and we both like Hank.
(Mateo motions to the Jukebox, which plays "Tear In My Beer".)
But yer one undecisive sum*****, you know dat??
One second, you're tha' most rawest person in this place, the next...you've been in fights all over tha' place an' know me 'for you even get up close an' personal.
Piss off ya dirty punk, you knowin' me is like you thinkin' that you stand a chance against me, PERIOD.
You don't, and you know it.
See, you look at-me with a broom in my hand and think that that's all ah-do 'round here.
Uh-uh.
See, donkeh-boy, I might not OWN this-here bar....but I do RUN IT.
I don't haveta go ANYWHERE to pick ah-fight....ANYWHERE comes to ME.
You can-be intimidated by me or not, ah don't much give ah-damn.
But you take tha' ONE TIME you've seen meh' in tha' ring an' ASS-hume...all-ya wantah that ah-mah badass, it makes not much difference tah' me.
'Cuz when we're all through here, an' tha' dust settles...it's just another step towards another prize fer' me.
And more money.
Ya bettah-believe it, pal...moneh-does make tha' world go 'round, but tha' prizes that go WITH IT.....makes it more fun.
But enough of dat....you an' yer' monkeh' friend Curous Jorge go do whatcha' gots tah' do.
I will be-ah waitin' fer' ya.
(Fadeout.)
Manson
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To Save the World
(FADEIN: A giant top hat sits on a stage. A pair of gloved hands reach out, but then fall back in. They reach back out and someone appears to be climbing over the top, but then the hat tips over and EL MAGICK-O spills out. He does a roll to the front of the stage and bows. He's wearing a green top hat that's obviously attached to his head and a blue outfit with red and white stars and comets streaking across it.)
EL MAGICK-O: Folks, I was lying in bed with a pair of women the other night at the Palms Casino and Hotel Resort, and when I looked up and realized that they both were much more attractive when I was drunk and trying escape from a pot of boiling oil, I knew the dark ages were closer than I'd thought.
I've shamed all my Himalayan masters to taught me to defy the 4th dimension and my Mafia bookmakers to whom I swore my winning the LVW World title was a sure bet.
And now....now that cowboy is ruling this promotion and ushering in an era of black mist and horror. Imagine. We're on the cusp of hillbillies invading and taking over. All because the dark lords have acted through James Donovan.
But rest assured, my magical training and knowledge will save us all yet. It has certainly put the "O" in orgasm when I hit that magic spot on that special lady I keep in every city I tour through, and their daughters for that matter.
Yet, to save the LVW....and the world...I'll have to resort to the blackest...the foulest magics..the types that James Donovan has experimented with...and not experimented with in the "I didn't know he was a man and hey I was in college" way.
No. But as with whips and chains and leather masks, I still know what I'm doing.
Which is why..my greatest feat ever...my greatest work of magic in my lifetime...will happen during James Donovan's first title defense.
I will show him that we will stand against cowboys and the darkness.
I will show him that he should loaned me spare change to ride the bus.
I will pull back the curtains between life and death....between our world and all others...and you will all witness..
(Closeup on El Magick-O)
THE RESURRECTION OF FABIOLA!
(FADEIN: A giant top hat sits on a stage. A pair of gloved hands reach out, but then fall back in. They reach back out and someone appears to be climbing over the top, but then the hat tips over and EL MAGICK-O spills out. He does a roll to the front of the stage and bows. He's wearing a green top hat that's obviously attached to his head and a blue outfit with red and white stars and comets streaking across it.)
EL MAGICK-O: Folks, I was lying in bed with a pair of women the other night at the Palms Casino and Hotel Resort, and when I looked up and realized that they both were much more attractive when I was drunk and trying escape from a pot of boiling oil, I knew the dark ages were closer than I'd thought.
I've shamed all my Himalayan masters to taught me to defy the 4th dimension and my Mafia bookmakers to whom I swore my winning the LVW World title was a sure bet.
And now....now that cowboy is ruling this promotion and ushering in an era of black mist and horror. Imagine. We're on the cusp of hillbillies invading and taking over. All because the dark lords have acted through James Donovan.
But rest assured, my magical training and knowledge will save us all yet. It has certainly put the "O" in orgasm when I hit that magic spot on that special lady I keep in every city I tour through, and their daughters for that matter.
Yet, to save the LVW....and the world...I'll have to resort to the blackest...the foulest magics..the types that James Donovan has experimented with...and not experimented with in the "I didn't know he was a man and hey I was in college" way.
No. But as with whips and chains and leather masks, I still know what I'm doing.
Which is why..my greatest feat ever...my greatest work of magic in my lifetime...will happen during James Donovan's first title defense.
I will show him that we will stand against cowboys and the darkness.
I will show him that he should loaned me spare change to ride the bus.
I will pull back the curtains between life and death....between our world and all others...and you will all witness..
(Closeup on El Magick-O)
THE RESURRECTION OF FABIOLA!
Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
Re: Olvir Vs Hans (Arm Wrestling)
(FADEIN: A small Vegas airport. A private jet crawls along a runway harnessed to HANS NOWAK’s waist. MISS ANN leans out of a cockpit window, barking encouragement at her steed. The plane itself hasn’t been off the ground in ten years. Actual flying would get HANS across the globe quicker, but you don’t build superhuman strength by taking the life of luxury, and riding on air taxis littered with peasants. HANS’s knees are bent, the folded halves of his legs nearly fusing together. His face, the pride of single mothers in Poland, is a rain shower of warning. The life of a strongman and Vegas wrestler isn’t all appearance fees, celebrity, and quality free *****. No, there’s a real struggle burning inside of the man. Every step HANS takes he, and Miss Ann, question. The weight of a nation rests on his shoulders. He took the burden flippantly, but there’s a part of him that wonders if he choose poorly. If he wouldn’t be more happy on farmland, raising goats, and chickens and things. HANS loves children. Growing up in Poland he wanted to be that guy on the television he saw every morning before school. The man who talked to puppets and spoke of American movies, the importance of morality, and embracing each kid for their unique differences. He wanted to be a children’s entertainer.
Thankfully, that part of HANS died the day he lifted 300 lbs clear over his head as if it were a toothpick, and then banged an impressed fan afterwards. Kids are great and all, but they couldn’t appreciate the magnificence of HANS’ achievement.)
MISS ANN: Almost home, stallion. You have almost returned us home! Feel me ride! Feel me riding you! You massive beast!
(HANS groans and the Earth stands still for a moment. Three feet from the Strongman Champion, a Limo driver stands with a “Welcome back to Vegas” sign in his hands. HANS stares into the cardboard, trying to will himself past it. He’s never failed. The pain, the humiliation of being stopped short, drives the Beast to carry his submissive on his back. This is the hard, cold work to being a Vegas legend, and he’s putting in the numbers right now. HANS lifts his right leg up an inch off the ground, his eyes shut, his face reddening. The weight of a nation…the weight of a nation…)
MISS ANN: ANDRES! (Miss Ann claps!)
(The driver takes two steps forward, now a foot behind HANS, and the champion collapses, letting out a roar that would stop a lion in it’s tracks.)
MISS ANN: YES! YES! HANS you have brought us back to American wasteland, a city we will soil and burn until it’s ours to play with as we will. The journey was long, very long, yes, but we are home. HANS…(Miss Ann steps off the plane) HANS speak before you ravish me as part of MY training.
(HANS, beat to hell ,and sweating as if he’s just spent eight hours in a sauna, finds the strength to stand.)
HANS: OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLVIR! OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLVIR!
(HANS face plants into the cement, out like a light.)
MISS ANN: Andres. Drag HANS into car, and prepare a clean urine sample for LVW drug test.
ANDRES: You expect me to move….THAT? (He points to HANS fallen mass)
MISS ANN: No, I expect you to do as you’re told. Get him to the car. I will instill life back in the Beast. With my breasts, the nectar of which inspires him.
ANDRES: What?
MISS ANN: Put the big, sleeping idiot in the car. Damn, rented help.
(FTB)
(FADEIN: A small Vegas airport. A private jet crawls along a runway harnessed to HANS NOWAK’s waist. MISS ANN leans out of a cockpit window, barking encouragement at her steed. The plane itself hasn’t been off the ground in ten years. Actual flying would get HANS across the globe quicker, but you don’t build superhuman strength by taking the life of luxury, and riding on air taxis littered with peasants. HANS’s knees are bent, the folded halves of his legs nearly fusing together. His face, the pride of single mothers in Poland, is a rain shower of warning. The life of a strongman and Vegas wrestler isn’t all appearance fees, celebrity, and quality free *****. No, there’s a real struggle burning inside of the man. Every step HANS takes he, and Miss Ann, question. The weight of a nation rests on his shoulders. He took the burden flippantly, but there’s a part of him that wonders if he choose poorly. If he wouldn’t be more happy on farmland, raising goats, and chickens and things. HANS loves children. Growing up in Poland he wanted to be that guy on the television he saw every morning before school. The man who talked to puppets and spoke of American movies, the importance of morality, and embracing each kid for their unique differences. He wanted to be a children’s entertainer.
Thankfully, that part of HANS died the day he lifted 300 lbs clear over his head as if it were a toothpick, and then banged an impressed fan afterwards. Kids are great and all, but they couldn’t appreciate the magnificence of HANS’ achievement.)
MISS ANN: Almost home, stallion. You have almost returned us home! Feel me ride! Feel me riding you! You massive beast!
(HANS groans and the Earth stands still for a moment. Three feet from the Strongman Champion, a Limo driver stands with a “Welcome back to Vegas” sign in his hands. HANS stares into the cardboard, trying to will himself past it. He’s never failed. The pain, the humiliation of being stopped short, drives the Beast to carry his submissive on his back. This is the hard, cold work to being a Vegas legend, and he’s putting in the numbers right now. HANS lifts his right leg up an inch off the ground, his eyes shut, his face reddening. The weight of a nation…the weight of a nation…)
MISS ANN: ANDRES! (Miss Ann claps!)
(The driver takes two steps forward, now a foot behind HANS, and the champion collapses, letting out a roar that would stop a lion in it’s tracks.)
MISS ANN: YES! YES! HANS you have brought us back to American wasteland, a city we will soil and burn until it’s ours to play with as we will. The journey was long, very long, yes, but we are home. HANS…(Miss Ann steps off the plane) HANS speak before you ravish me as part of MY training.
(HANS, beat to hell ,and sweating as if he’s just spent eight hours in a sauna, finds the strength to stand.)
HANS: OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLVIR! OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLVIR!
(HANS face plants into the cement, out like a light.)
MISS ANN: Andres. Drag HANS into car, and prepare a clean urine sample for LVW drug test.
ANDRES: You expect me to move….THAT? (He points to HANS fallen mass)
MISS ANN: No, I expect you to do as you’re told. Get him to the car. I will instill life back in the Beast. With my breasts, the nectar of which inspires him.
ANDRES: What?
MISS ANN: Put the big, sleeping idiot in the car. Damn, rented help.
(FTB)
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
Colt takes a big dip of chew before beginning to speak.
Ya' see there's a big old difference between hearing and listening. I said I was the rawest wrestler in LVW. You heard that I couldn't fight. I said I have fought all over the states in bar brawls. You heard me contradict myself.
If you truly listen to the world around you you will hear a lot more.
When I am pummeling you in that ring really take the time to listen to your body. Hear that it is telling you to quit. Hear that and obey that. You'll be able to come back and fight another day then. You'll be doing your career a favor. You need to listen son.
Here in LVW I have a chance to harness that raw ability. Here in LVW I have the opportunity to gain the fame in the wrestling ring that I had on the PBR. I don't need the fame. I don't need the accolades; but I do need and demand the respect of everyone I step into the ring with.
I will have that from you...one way or another.
See you in the ring son...this will be a fight...and who knows...some wrestling may happen too.
Colt takes a big dip of chew before beginning to speak.
Ya' see there's a big old difference between hearing and listening. I said I was the rawest wrestler in LVW. You heard that I couldn't fight. I said I have fought all over the states in bar brawls. You heard me contradict myself.
If you truly listen to the world around you you will hear a lot more.
When I am pummeling you in that ring really take the time to listen to your body. Hear that it is telling you to quit. Hear that and obey that. You'll be able to come back and fight another day then. You'll be doing your career a favor. You need to listen son.
Here in LVW I have a chance to harness that raw ability. Here in LVW I have the opportunity to gain the fame in the wrestling ring that I had on the PBR. I don't need the fame. I don't need the accolades; but I do need and demand the respect of everyone I step into the ring with.
I will have that from you...one way or another.
See you in the ring son...this will be a fight...and who knows...some wrestling may happen too.
Re: Carmine/Shadric
(FADEIN to Jimmy Two Times surfing the internet and Carmine looking over his shoulder.)
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Carmine, I did a full internet search of this kid and came up with nothing - nothing. The only update I have for you is he tried to bite another guy holding a camera - camera. Every search I do on him brings up pictures of some fruit in a cowboy hat and animated buffaloes - buffaloes. (http://www.shadric.com/)
CARMINE ESPOSITO: AHHHH! This is killing me. Who is this guy? And why do I have to face the finnoch? You set this thing up...DO SOMETHIN'!
JIMMY: Carmine, believe me...I did it will good intentions - intentions. I knew we had a chunk of change to payback to my Uncle Gino and anytime we can make some cash to pay the debt back...I jump at the chance - jump at the chance.
CARMINE: Look...I'm getting fed up with this treatment I am receiving in LVW. I have been nothing but a class act from DAY ONE and they put me in a match against someone named Shadric...and this is who I get to work with to enhance my abilities? I THINK NOT! I want better...I need more. You think it was easy pulling that top notch match out of Living De.....
JIMMY: Remember...we mustn't mention what happened - happened. We can;t discuss this outside of the Family - the Family.
CARMINE: Sorry. But you saw what I did at the SuperShow on the Strip. I shined like no other and cemented myself as the go to guy in LVW! So what do I get as a reward? Shadric. Shadric? (Shakes his head.) Where is the love? I now know how Dangerfield felt his whole life...I GET NO RESPECT!
JIMMY: Simmer down, Carmine - Carmine. Don't let this effect your gameplan for the match - the match.
CARMINE: DOn't worry about me. I am in THE ZONE right now and its like I am seeing everything happen before it really does. For instance, in this match I see myself popping this gumba upside the head with the I-19 and then yelling out bingo on his scrifinnio ass! I'm not being stepped on anymore and after I ship this sorry finnocchio ass off back to where he came from...LVW won't have any choice...they can't ignore me anymore!
(FADEIN to Jimmy Two Times surfing the internet and Carmine looking over his shoulder.)
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Carmine, I did a full internet search of this kid and came up with nothing - nothing. The only update I have for you is he tried to bite another guy holding a camera - camera. Every search I do on him brings up pictures of some fruit in a cowboy hat and animated buffaloes - buffaloes. (http://www.shadric.com/)
CARMINE ESPOSITO: AHHHH! This is killing me. Who is this guy? And why do I have to face the finnoch? You set this thing up...DO SOMETHIN'!
JIMMY: Carmine, believe me...I did it will good intentions - intentions. I knew we had a chunk of change to payback to my Uncle Gino and anytime we can make some cash to pay the debt back...I jump at the chance - jump at the chance.
CARMINE: Look...I'm getting fed up with this treatment I am receiving in LVW. I have been nothing but a class act from DAY ONE and they put me in a match against someone named Shadric...and this is who I get to work with to enhance my abilities? I THINK NOT! I want better...I need more. You think it was easy pulling that top notch match out of Living De.....
JIMMY: Remember...we mustn't mention what happened - happened. We can;t discuss this outside of the Family - the Family.
CARMINE: Sorry. But you saw what I did at the SuperShow on the Strip. I shined like no other and cemented myself as the go to guy in LVW! So what do I get as a reward? Shadric. Shadric? (Shakes his head.) Where is the love? I now know how Dangerfield felt his whole life...I GET NO RESPECT!
JIMMY: Simmer down, Carmine - Carmine. Don't let this effect your gameplan for the match - the match.
CARMINE: DOn't worry about me. I am in THE ZONE right now and its like I am seeing everything happen before it really does. For instance, in this match I see myself popping this gumba upside the head with the I-19 and then yelling out bingo on his scrifinnio ass! I'm not being stepped on anymore and after I ship this sorry finnocchio ass off back to where he came from...LVW won't have any choice...they can't ignore me anymore!
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Re: Man In Black Vs Mateo Vs Bellmoth
(Fadein, Erik Mateo sitting down with his feet up on a bar table, beer in hand.)
EM: Ah'm not gon' sit here an' argur' over tha' literary meanins' of the English language, ya (BLEEP!), it's jes' not worth mah' time...
Fact is, ya say tomateh, Ah-say tomatah, it makes not much of-ah difference ta' me.
Ah'm here fer' one reason an' one reason only...Moneh', and prizes.
An' who says Ah' haveta respect ya ta' beatcha' anywhay??
You're the only thang in tha' way of anotha' chump whose' guardin' mah' moneh.
So go'head an' talk yer' talk...don' mean much tah' meh' but jus' anotha' chump tryin' tah' get tha' expense-express train over ever'one else.
We'll see whose bettah' and whose' jus' talkin'.
But Ah' don' been drankin' fer' years, now....an' one thing Ah'never be...is yer' SON.
Call meh' that' 'gain, an' we'll see which one-'us gets tha' whippin'.
(Fadein, Erik Mateo sitting down with his feet up on a bar table, beer in hand.)
EM: Ah'm not gon' sit here an' argur' over tha' literary meanins' of the English language, ya (BLEEP!), it's jes' not worth mah' time...
Fact is, ya say tomateh, Ah-say tomatah, it makes not much of-ah difference ta' me.
Ah'm here fer' one reason an' one reason only...Moneh', and prizes.
An' who says Ah' haveta respect ya ta' beatcha' anywhay??
You're the only thang in tha' way of anotha' chump whose' guardin' mah' moneh.
So go'head an' talk yer' talk...don' mean much tah' meh' but jus' anotha' chump tryin' tah' get tha' expense-express train over ever'one else.
We'll see whose bettah' and whose' jus' talkin'.
But Ah' don' been drankin' fer' years, now....an' one thing Ah'never be...is yer' SON.
Call meh' that' 'gain, an' we'll see which one-'us gets tha' whippin'.
MrWest
League Member
Re: Carmine/Shadric
(The Camera Crew is back again. And again they are searching for Shadric)
DORY (OS): God God, I have no idea why they have us out looking for this goofy little geek again. It's not like he's going to last out the week once Carmine Esposito gets done wiping the mat with him.
TERRY (OS): You don't think?
DORY: Look kid, I've been in this business for a while and I know a short timer when I see one. This dog boy is a one-and-done enhancement act. They got no lans for him.
TERRY: Then why did they finally gethis bio up on the website?
DORY: This bunch has a website?
TERRY: Well, it's really more of a message board. But I swear I saw Shadrics stats up there earlier today.
DORY: Still.... That don't change the fact that Carmine is going to snap his twiggy neck in two this week.
TERRY: I guess not.
(Suddenly a small grey cat races past Dory the camera guys.)
TERRY: Look out, Dor....
DORY: What the....?
(Shadric comes flying into frame after the cat. He slams full force into the camera and the crew goes tumbling the the floor. Shadric keeps going after the cat.)
DORY: OWW!!! Stupid little son of a....
TERRY: You know, for a twiggy little geek, he sure can pack a wallop.
DIRY: Shut up.
(The Camera Crew is back again. And again they are searching for Shadric)
DORY (OS): God God, I have no idea why they have us out looking for this goofy little geek again. It's not like he's going to last out the week once Carmine Esposito gets done wiping the mat with him.
TERRY (OS): You don't think?
DORY: Look kid, I've been in this business for a while and I know a short timer when I see one. This dog boy is a one-and-done enhancement act. They got no lans for him.
TERRY: Then why did they finally gethis bio up on the website?
DORY: This bunch has a website?
TERRY: Well, it's really more of a message board. But I swear I saw Shadrics stats up there earlier today.
DORY: Still.... That don't change the fact that Carmine is going to snap his twiggy neck in two this week.
TERRY: I guess not.
(Suddenly a small grey cat races past Dory the camera guys.)
TERRY: Look out, Dor....
DORY: What the....?
(Shadric comes flying into frame after the cat. He slams full force into the camera and the crew goes tumbling the the floor. Shadric keeps going after the cat.)
DORY: OWW!!! Stupid little son of a....
TERRY: You know, for a twiggy little geek, he sure can pack a wallop.
DIRY: Shut up.
Re: Carmine/Shadric
(FADEIN to Jimmy Two Times sitting at a desk surfing the internet. He goes to the LVW website and sees an updated bio on Shadric.)
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Hey Carmine...I got something - got something! I found Shadric's bio - bio. (Chuckles.) You ain't gonna have no problem with this guy...just look at him - look at him.
(Carmine walks over to the computer terminal and laughs.)
CARMINE ESPOSITO: Jimmy, that's funny and all how you want to book me in a maqtch against a reject from the carnival...but come on...this is ridiculous. How could LVW let a dog-boy into this prestigious and respectful organization? Did he get checked for rabies!?
JIMMY: Hey look...there is a link to a video clip of his last vignette - vignette. The guy is crazy...I'm not sure you should face this kid...it could hurt your chances at being the top guy in LVW...a risk I'm not sure I'm willing to take - to take.
CARMINE: Jimmy...I am on a roll, baby. What's my record here? 3 and 0? 4 and 0? I lost count.
JIMMY: Ummmm...try 2 and 4 pal - pal.
CARMINE: You sure thats right? Did you carry the 1?
JIMMY: What...there are no 1's to carry - to carry.
CARMINE: Ya know...just forget the record. Look at what I have done to the last two cats that tried to test my stugots? They found out real fast that when my back is against the wall...the people trying to corner me get laid out...period. So when I first got to LVW...I wasn't exactly on my game. I had a lot of distractions...but all that is gone now. I'm focused, Jimmy. Believe that.
JIMMY: I got all the faith in the world in you, kid...I wouldn't be here if I didn't - if I didn't.
CARMINE: Well enough of this ass-kissing. Get off that damn computer and let me check the line at horsebook.com for the Kentucky Derby. I really like Deputy Glitters to win.
JIMMY: What are you stupid - stupid? Glitters is 60 to 1 odds to win - to win. (Jimmy thinks to himself for a moment.) Yeah...so you wanna bet the Derby? Throw your action my way...I'll give you a free $100 Arena Football 5 team parlay as a bonus for your bet - your bet. You know I'm lookin' out for you - for you.
CARMINE: You know I throw all my business your way, Jimmy. You are the only trustworthy bookie in Vegas. All those other guys will rip you off without even thinking about it.
JIMMY: That's right, Carmine...trustworthy bookie...I like that - like that. Yeah, check the line and don't forget to hit me up on Saturday for the wager - the wager. (Smiles)
CARMINE: For you Jimmy...anything. After I check the lines I gonna go hit the weights. This dog-boy better not pull any funny business. As soon as he tries to chew any part of my anatomy, I'm gonna knock the finocchio's teeth right down his hairball-filled throat!
(FADE TO BLACK)
(FADEIN to Jimmy Two Times sitting at a desk surfing the internet. He goes to the LVW website and sees an updated bio on Shadric.)
JIMMY TWO TIMES: Hey Carmine...I got something - got something! I found Shadric's bio - bio. (Chuckles.) You ain't gonna have no problem with this guy...just look at him - look at him.
(Carmine walks over to the computer terminal and laughs.)
CARMINE ESPOSITO: Jimmy, that's funny and all how you want to book me in a maqtch against a reject from the carnival...but come on...this is ridiculous. How could LVW let a dog-boy into this prestigious and respectful organization? Did he get checked for rabies!?
JIMMY: Hey look...there is a link to a video clip of his last vignette - vignette. The guy is crazy...I'm not sure you should face this kid...it could hurt your chances at being the top guy in LVW...a risk I'm not sure I'm willing to take - to take.
CARMINE: Jimmy...I am on a roll, baby. What's my record here? 3 and 0? 4 and 0? I lost count.
JIMMY: Ummmm...try 2 and 4 pal - pal.
CARMINE: You sure thats right? Did you carry the 1?
JIMMY: What...there are no 1's to carry - to carry.
CARMINE: Ya know...just forget the record. Look at what I have done to the last two cats that tried to test my stugots? They found out real fast that when my back is against the wall...the people trying to corner me get laid out...period. So when I first got to LVW...I wasn't exactly on my game. I had a lot of distractions...but all that is gone now. I'm focused, Jimmy. Believe that.
JIMMY: I got all the faith in the world in you, kid...I wouldn't be here if I didn't - if I didn't.
CARMINE: Well enough of this ass-kissing. Get off that damn computer and let me check the line at horsebook.com for the Kentucky Derby. I really like Deputy Glitters to win.
JIMMY: What are you stupid - stupid? Glitters is 60 to 1 odds to win - to win. (Jimmy thinks to himself for a moment.) Yeah...so you wanna bet the Derby? Throw your action my way...I'll give you a free $100 Arena Football 5 team parlay as a bonus for your bet - your bet. You know I'm lookin' out for you - for you.
CARMINE: You know I throw all my business your way, Jimmy. You are the only trustworthy bookie in Vegas. All those other guys will rip you off without even thinking about it.
JIMMY: That's right, Carmine...trustworthy bookie...I like that - like that. Yeah, check the line and don't forget to hit me up on Saturday for the wager - the wager. (Smiles)
CARMINE: For you Jimmy...anything. After I check the lines I gonna go hit the weights. This dog-boy better not pull any funny business. As soon as he tries to chew any part of my anatomy, I'm gonna knock the finocchio's teeth right down his hairball-filled throat!
(FADE TO BLACK)
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