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| Insanity Episode 157; Qwest Center - Omaha, Nebraska | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 9 2008, 10:26 PM (296 Views) | |
| Thomas Driver | Mar 9 2008, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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MAIN EVENT Tag Team Title Match Senonymous © vs. Revolution Inc. (Hellfire & Koda) Non-Title Match Serial vs. Tom Tyco Open Challenge Fallout The True Brits (Deano White & Edwin Blackwell) vs. Tommy Dragon & Alex LeBlanc Non-Title Match P.Y vs. Julio Guerrera Streetz vs. AleXtreme Hardcore Rules Sully vs. Rey de Dolor Jigsaw vs. Johnny Bonvie Alex Giltinane vs. Kamikaze Kid |
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| Tom Tyco | Mar 9 2008, 11:26 PM Post #2 |
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Clue One Hint Don't follow the words, follow the letters. Every clue given will hide the true clue within. ~Clue Two~ ![]() Can you figure out the clue? Don't give it away. Watch next week for the next clue. |
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| Rey De Dolor | Mar 10 2008, 06:01 PM Post #3 |
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Michael Cole is seen backstage opening a door to the locker room. Rey De Dolor is seen wrapping his hands. Cole comes up and taps Rey on the shoulder. Rey turns around with a stern look on his face and stands up to Cole, who backs up and almost trips backwards. Rey smiles and laughs. Rey: It's okay man, I was just joking. What can I do for you? Cole: Umm, Yes.... Rey, could you answer a few questions that have been on the fans mind since last week? Rey: Sure, shoot away. Cole: What are your reasons for the vicious attack on first Alec LaGesse out in the ring and then on Adam Senton backstage before his match with Sully? Rey: Well last week after Pandemonium I received a call from a bank saying that I have just inherited a large sum of money from my uncle. Apparently a bank account has been in my family for 150 years that has been passed on to the first born son of each family. Well my uncle and my mom were the only kids of my grandparents and my uncle had no kids so I was next in line. That account worth millions and millions and MILLIONS of dollars and that’s not even counting the value of a century and a half old dollars and coins. Normally my family would put money in it and leave it alone for their child until one day the money is really needed. I say screw that, all this money is mine. I have already bought houses in L.A., Miami, New York and even London. I have bought three classic cars from 1969. I can now be seen at the most exclusive parties. I have all the ladies I could ever ask for.* Rey licks his lips and smiles* and buy nothing but the best clothing now. Rey opens up his locker to see a modified Armani suit with ripped sleeves and holes on the pants. Rey: Now that I have every man’s dream plus I’m just naturally perfect at wrestling, people have become jealous of my fortune and fame. In fact they think they’re better then me. Rey’s face gets a red color and his voices turns from a clam collective voice to a harsh angry one. Rey: NO ONE'S BETTER THEN ME!! I am the very best there is. And that wanna-be kid, LaGesse thought he could stand up to me and last 2 minutes with me. HA! I could have ended it in 2 seconds if I didn’t want to have some fun. He now knows he stands no chance in his company. And as for Senton? That punk thinks he’s better then me. Sure he’s never said it, but he’s shown it. Backstage there’s a look in his eyes. He envies me. He wishes he could be me. I know it; he knows it and you sure as hell now it. So last week I have had enough of his smart ass and decided to do something about it. And I am quite proud of myself. As for you Cole, I like you. People like you know your place, you know there’s no way that you could ever be as perfect, as popular, as good looking as I am. Does that answer your question? Cole: Yes, thank you. Rey: Your welcome, you have 15 seconds to get out of my sight before I kick your ass. Cole runs out of the room as Rey chuckles, turns and starts lacing his boots. |
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| The Oakster | Mar 10 2008, 06:12 PM Post #4 |
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Hall of Famer
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The lights in the arena suddenly go out ... BONG! The PojoTron starts to show a scene in a dark abandoned factory. A small hanging light starts flickering to show a ring inside the factory followed by sounds of footsteps coming closer to the scene. The footsteps stop and a man walks to the light and shows his face to be none other than The Oakster ... "LET'S TAKE IT TO THE EXTREME!" Pyros and flames spit out of the entrance way ramp, almost obstructing sight of the stage while the opening rifts of "Blood Red Sandman" by Lordi hits. As the fireworks fizzle out, all that could be seen is the sillouette of the man, myth and legend that is, The Oakster. With his back facing towards them, Oakster lifts his his right fist in the air, sending the crowd on their feet and into a frenzy. The PojoTron starts to show previous highlights of his career in from feds like the PWF, PWA, FED and UWF. The crowd are screaming like mad chanting "Oakster" around the arena. Oakster turns around and makes his way down to the ring ... They called me the Leather Apron They called me the Smiling Jack They prayed to the heavens above That I would never ever come back Can you hear how the children weep? Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep Oakster walks down the ramp smacking some hands on the way but has a detirmined look at the ring. The crowds are still cheering, whistling and chanting Oakster's name. Once again there is pain I bring flames, I bring cold I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home On this unholy night I will make you my own Blood Red Sandman Coming home again I'm coming home again Oakster goes up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckles and lifts his fist in the air like The Rock, smelling even more huge chants of the Extreme. He then gets off and heads into the ring, climbing another set of turnbuckles and lifting his fist again. Oakster asks for a microphone before he gets off the corner. As the Extreme circles the ring, the fans are in cheers as Oakster starts to speak. Oakster: Two months ago, for the first time in my long and decorated career, I finally got the chance to participate in quite possibly the most prestigious event in professional wrestling, Pojocade. And I'd be lying if I didn't say I loved it. The electricity of 70,000 people in attendance, the whole buzz as the spotlight lowers onto your head while your name is blasted through that public announce system. And then there's the match ... The audience starts to boo at the result of the match, however some chant out Oakster's name for respect. Oakster: Razer, I'll admit it, you had me there. You and I didn't just have a match, it was a literally a game of chess. Just when I thought I got the victory, you came in with that DDT and check mate. You might still be the dirtiest bastard and scumbag this side of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance ... but just for that, I have to give you credit and my respect. And if it wasn't for the fact you're lying back in Liverpool resting your shoulder, I'd ask you to come out right now and shake his hand as a sign of respect. A mixed reaction is heard. Razer isn't particularly a likeable person, but the Oakster's sportsmanship along with Razer's injury is worth at least a few cheers while Oakster nods his head. Oakster: It's true. But enough about the past, it's over and I can't change that. What's more important is the future and where do I come from here? Well, to be honest ... I have no idea. All I know is that with two matches in the bag, there's no way in hell I'm calling it quits right now. And all I can say now in this very ring is that somehow the Oakster will make his presence at Massacre. If anybody in that locker room down there wants to influence my route over there in these next few weeks then be my friend, but take note, it won't be easy and it won't be safe. And if there's one guarantee I can make for Massacre, it's that I'll be damned if I'm not the first Brit in over 230 years to cause another massacre in Boston because the Oakster doesn't take it to the extreme ... Once again, the Oakster delays his finish while the fans scream their heads off and prematurely finish his line off. Oakster: He is the Extreme! "Blood Red Sandman" hits Oakster drops his arm and walks over to the corner, climbing it before lifting his fist yet again to a huge pop. Johnny: So there you go, the Oakster wants to go to Massacre. But in what way will he be there? Donny: Hopefully the bell ringer. Who wants to see our precious pay-per-view time wasted on another loss from this washup? The Oakster continues to hold his fist in the air as the scene cuts over to a commercial. |
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| Razer | Mar 10 2008, 10:35 PM Post #5 |
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One Man Army (Hall of Famer)
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[Meanwhile, Across the atlantic in Liverpool, England, exclusive PWA.com content >_>] The opening riff to Dream Theater's "constant motion" interupts what appears to be a man slouched on his sofa watching the PWA show. Reaching out for his phone, he picks it up and reads the text message. After a few moments silence, he gives a slight laugh before putting the phone back on the arm of the sofa and reaching down on the floor for a bottle of beer. Lifting the beer up and attempting to take a drink, the man pauses then raises the bottle up above his head and shakes it. Every alcohol loving gentlemans worst nightmare - its empty. With a frustrated sigh, the man idly tosses the bottle onto the floor. It clangs on impact with what appears to be a pile of empty bottles over in the corner. It seems whoever this is, they like their beer in vast quantities. Maybe its Piccie Smalls on vacation on the other side of the pond? Maybe its Jake the Drunk trying to hide away from Kyle and his millions? "Ah fuck, empty again.... I so need to get a fridge in here" The thick, familiar scouse accent is a dead give away for those who see this. It is the recouperating Razer. The Junkie appears somewhat different in apperance though. His hair tied back neatly in a pony tail, a newish looking shirt on, complete with a sling to support the damaged limb too. The ever familiar scruffy apperance associated with this man is only reflected in his home instead of his attire. Razer yawns and looks at his phone. Its early hours of the morning, opposed to Insanity time. "My first propper break in almost a year... and its through injury... sods law eh?" Razer pulls himself from the sofa. Looking more alive than usual, he reaches down for his cell phone again which comes to life in his hand. Dream Theater's constant motion blares out again as he reads the following message out loud "Dude, check PWA out..." Razer looks around the room, he finds the remote and turns on the TV. As it comes on, he flicks through the channels till he reaches Insanity. Upon closer inspection, it is the Oakster's segment. TV: "Oakster: Razer, I'll admit it, you had me there. You and I didn't just have a match, it was a literally a game of chess. Just when I thought I got the victory, you came in with that DDT and check mate. You might still be the dirtiest bastard and scumbag this side of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance ... but just for that, I have to give you credit and my respect. And if it wasn't for the fact you're lying back in Liverpool resting your shoulder, I'd ask you to come out right now and shake his hand as a sign of respect." Razer smirks and turns the television off. He runs his free hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck. Razer: Now thats a sign of respect. I guess P.Y an Rex got it all wrong when they were going on that moral crusade about respecting your fellow man and all that... All they had to do was admit that they were scum and maybe they would have got some respect.... instead they got the win and i got a fuckin' broken body Razer shakes his head and holds his collar momentarily. Razer: Man, injury sucks... and make things worse, I'm gonna miss Massacre and the free for all hardcore battle... bah, all this sulking is making my head hurt... i think i need more beer On that note, the junkie drops the cell phone on his sofa and retreats to the kitchen in search of more beer. As he leaves his sitting room, he shouts to the television Razer: Thanks Oak... If I was there, I'd probably shake your hand too on that note, the seemingly anti-everything enforcer stumbles into the kitchen in search of more alcohol. As he finally recovers more alcohol his phone goes once again. Razer eventually returns to the sitting room, puts the beer down and grabs his phone. After reading the message he picks up the phone and calls the sender of the message Razer: "Yo.... Yeah, it hurts still, but not too bad at the moment. Doctors recomended tramadol, co-codamol and all that pharmecutical shit, but they forget I have my own pain treatment. It costs more but it tastes better haha" Razer pauses Razer: "yeah, sucks I won't be able to contribute much at the moment, but you'll know when I'm back man.... Sure, send some over an maybe if you have the time, come down for a few man... Make sure we get it in our possession though... seriously, the stake we have in this right now, its alarming how little we actually hold in terms of measurable worth, names are nothing anymore.... Yeah, times have changed an things keep gettin shitter as they go on... don't worry man, I'll get darkside to send you some stuff, see if its marketable" Razer pauses again. As he listens, he reaches for a beer and cracks one open Razer: "Well, i'm giving this another two to three weeks before i get another scan/opinion of it... then we'll see where things go. I'm not rushing back though, i think some time out will help immensely.... yeah, i'll keep you posted and if i come up with anything, i'll let you know... peace bro" Razer hangs up. He takes a chug from the bottle and shakes his head before sitting down again Razer: .... this is gonna be sweet Razer resumes watching the PWA show |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 11 2008, 12:00 AM Post #6 |
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-The scene opens and we're standing outside of the locker room in a hallway, Alex LeBlanc standing shirtless, side by side his seemingly new partner and BFF, or Best Friend Forever for those of you not down with the 'net speak; Tommy Dragon. Tommy is wearing his Feurer Frei-esque jacket with the Iron Cross on the back, Alex slicking his hair behind his ears. Tommy is holding a piece of rope in his hands, looking intently off-camera. Whistling to himself, the mentor nudges his protege and Alex startles, looking at the camera, begin this train-wreck the only way they know how.- Alex: As a wise man once said..."I drink all the Hennessey on your shelf, so let me introduce myself..." His name was Humpty, mine unfortunately is not. I'm Alex LeBlanc and standing next to me is the "Hotshot" Tommy Dragon and together, although the results recently might not show it, we are the "Upper Midcard". -Tommy cracks a Chesire Cat grin and steps forward a bit.- Tommy: And I know you might be asking, "What's the rope for?", but let me show you, folks. Prepare to be amazed! -With that, Tommy walks over to a cardboard box, held up by a paper towel roll, the two having created a makeshift trap, cartoonish in design. Inside of the trap is all things English: Beatles CDs, Tea, Crumpets, Sheppards Pie, and Taffy. The two exchange a look, Tommy commanding the attention of the camera once again.- Tommy: In this box, we have the complete Brit survival kid that we are sure the "True Brits" are going to love! There's Beatles CDs, Tea, Taffy, Crumpets... You that they're going to walk by and be like "Oh! Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Band!" and then...BAM! -Alex claps repeatedly rubbing his hands together.- Alex: YEAH! Then it'll be jackpot, we'll catch both of those LOSERS under the box and trap em and then we won't even have to wrestle! How sweet is that!? Tommy: Chyeah...this was the BEST...IDEA...EVER! -The two idiots exchange a high five, then quickly shush each other and rush behind a wall, someone coming, both of them hushing each other, as they fell the string begin to tug a bit and the box rustles, Alex nudges Tommy, harshly whispering "NOW!" as Tommy pulls the rope. The box falls on the victim and the two come bolting out from behind the corner all boisterous.- Tommy: BOOM! Alex: BOOYAH! WE JUST LAID THE KIBOSH....ON YOU! -The two lift the box, but to their surprise find none other than...AleXtreme?- Alex: What the? Tommy: I think we failed... -Looking up from the Taffy that he's chewing on, Alex locks eyes with the "Upper Midcard" and flexes, growling at the two immature wrestlers.- AleXtreme: RAWR! Tommy: AH! Alex: HEAD FOR THE HILLS! -With tails between their legs, Tommy and Alex bolt, leaving AleXtreme to eat his Taffy and sip tea.- |
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| AleXtreme | Mar 12 2008, 12:19 PM Post #7 |
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OOC-…WTF? Lol After the opening bout of the evening had come to a conclusion, the camera focused backstage, where we find Cole, ready to talk. Cole- Hello, fans, I am here backstage where I am going to try and interview AleXtreme. The camera zooms out and we find Cole is standing outside of a door that says “AleXtreme” on it. This was obviously his locker room. Cole knocks on the door, and within seconds, gets an aggressive response. The door flies open, almost taking Cole off of his feet. Cole, somewhat intimidated, attempts to interview The Thrasher. Cole- Uh, AleXtreme, I’m here to conduct an interview with you about well, why did you do that to Ty… Before he could finish this sentence, AleXtreme cuts him off. AleXtreme- I know what you’re gonna say, and I’ve already explained it pretty simply, but if your tiny brain can’t comprehend it, I’ll say it with more detail. Don’t you say a damn word until you’re spoken to, either, or I might be forced to do to you what I did to “The Man Beast” last week. Cole simply nods and puts the microphone a bit closer to AleXtreme. AleXtreme- You see, I’ve been on a huge roll since I’ve returned at Pojocade. Apparently, though, it didn’t matter. I STILL didn’t get any of the respect I deserved. I’m the one who took the most damage in the PWA Cup matches with Koda, and I did all the damn dirty work, and Koda just eliminated the remains, in all 3 of the matches. So, after facing Tyco last week and losing, I knew that if I didn’t do something, I was going to be put back down in the lower card, and be forgotten there. So I did do something…something drastic. I think I got the message out to people. I’m not going to be taken lightly any longer. I’m not going to take any bullshit, any longer. Tonight, I’m going to make Streetz the next victim…. of the THRASHER! AleXtreme walks back into his room, while Cole seems somewhat speechless at the moment. PWA cuts to a commercial break. |
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monpetit45 (11:43:45 AM): So....if you're the Father of DBZ....does that make you Vegeta's daddy? Fat Hero F DBZ (11:43:56 AM): LMAO! Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:05 AM): I never thought of it that way. Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:28 AM): VEGETA...CUM TO DADDY PWA Accomplishments: PWA Hardcore Champion[current] 2008 PWA Cup Winner w/ Koda | |
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| Serial | Mar 12 2008, 04:47 PM Post #8 |
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![]() Premieres this Saturday Night!!! ...... ...... ...... Johnny: I had read on PWA's message boards about a rumored show... but I thought they were just rumors! Do you have any info on this Donny? Donny: What the hell is this? Johnny: I guess that's a no... Looks like we are going to have to wait and watch this Saturday night. |
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| Indystar | Mar 13 2008, 04:16 AM Post #9 |
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The scene opens outside of a large white building with a tarp roof and a sign over the door stating “I/K Wrestling School”; the likenesses of Eddie Guerrero and Keiji Mutoh are spray painted on each side while the pictures of Bret Hart and Bruno Samartino are posted above the two legends of wrestling.. While the ground is still white with snow, it had mostly melted, sheets of snow fall from the roof as the front door opens it. The first person to leave the building is wearing a red and blue wrestling mask over his head with an old school TKW Coda t-shirt across his torso. The second person to leave the building is a skinny male, of East Indian decent, wearing a black hoodie (or bunny hug as Saskatchewan people call it) and carrying a blue duffle bag over his shoulder. The last person to leave the building is helped out by PWA manager and diva, Lightstar; using crutches, the mysterious person, wearing a black baseball cap and PWA coat, hobbles towards the camera till he is within seeing distance. The Indystar smiles as sweat is going down his face, having trained two new wrestlers in his school. Indy: Indystar here, still in traction but you know I’m making a lot of good progress. Doctors say that if I keep going to Physical Therapy and continue my training, I’ll be able to return to PWA in May. <Sigh>, so until then, let the Carters entertain you and I hope that ZeXX wins the hardcore title at Massacre this year. The kid has a lot talent in him, a bit crazy, but, he is one of the best in Pojo Wrestling Alliance. Now in May, I’ll make my return and….look out roster, cause I’ve been stewing in my little home of Vancouver British Columbia, watching PWA as punks like Razer, Kalevala, Senonymous and especially Mario, pretend that they own this company. When I return, I will honor my teachers and my students by eliminating these punks, these parasites, from PWA, a company I have fallen in love with…and I start with you Anonymous. When May 2008 arrives, I will be hunting you down. Are you wondering why I’m going after you? Well you’ll just have to wait till May….see you then Anon, because I can’t wait to make you…..Famous The scene segways back to Qwest Center, leaving fans wondering what will happen in May. |
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| Thomas Driver | Mar 15 2008, 12:50 AM Post #10 |
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The cameras head backstage where we find the men in charge of Revolution Incorporated, Kyle “The Freak” Rieger and “Super Agent” Mario Woosey. As their voices become audible, the former Intercontinental Champion grabs hold of nearby handle and pulls back to open an eggshell white door marked with the slogan of their enterprise. It appears another cameraman is waiting inside the furnished locker room - equipped to look like a cross between office space and business suite - as the scene changes to that of the men entering their temporary base. Tommy Dragon and his new recruit Alex LeBlanc and his valet Casey, are sitting at the coach laughing as the bosses appear on-screen once more. Tommy Dragon: Mario, Kyle, great to see you guys. Mario Woosey: Tommy and (looking towards the Motor City Machinegun)…uh…you? Tommy Dragon: Alex. Mario Woosey: Yeah, Alex, good to see you here. Kyle Rieger: Tommy, can we talk? Tommy Dragon: Sure, go right ahead. Kyle Rieger: I mean in private. The Upper Midcard are taken aback by that, Tommy looking over at his partner confused at the intentions of his cohorts. Deciding it’s best to comply, he nods for LeBlanc to head towards the door. Kyle and Mario walk passed the cruiserweight as he made his way outside, presumably waiting on the other side for any word from the self-proclaimed patron saint. All three men turn to Casey, still seated on the couch. Mario Woosey: What about her? Casey: Wow…look at all the colors… Tommy Dragon: She’s a non-factor, don’t worry. Casey:…and wombats. Kyle Rieger: Point taken. They return to the conversation at hand. Tommy Dragon: So what’s up? Mario Woosey: What’s up? What’s up? You’re what’s up, what’s gotten into you? You’re hanging around some ham n’ egger, going out there trying to get the people on your side and acting like total fool. Kyle Rieger: How does this look Tommy? Mario Woosey: It looks like you’re turning your back on us. Tommy Dragon: Turning my back? The Hotshot drops his head down, placing his hand on his brow as he thinks. Tommy Dragon: Look guys, it’s no big deal. Alex is someone we can trust, he’d fit perfectly in with Revolution Inc. if you give him a chance. Mario Woosey: Oh yeah, we can trust him. Remember the post-New Year, pre-Valentine’s Day party you threw a few months back? Tommy Dragon: Oh yeah… The scene fades to one of black and white (and gray), where the same three characters appear dressed in more casual attire. Despite the room looking basically the same as it did before the flashback, there are several paper decorations highlighting the room as well as appearances by a dozen or so unknowns. Mario Woosey waves off-screen and shouts over the music. Mario Woosey: Jennifer! When are you gonna drop Ben and hook up with a real man, huh? A muffled giggle follows, Woosey pointing to her before turning over to his cohorts. Alex LeBlanc appears again, holding a service tray and distributing the last champagne flute to an unseen partygoer. The New Yorker grabs his future partner around the shoulder, pulling him towards the leaders of Revolution Inc. Tommy Dragon: Guys, I’d like to introduce you to Alex. I see big things in his future, championships galore. Kyle Rieger: Ah, nice to meet you Alex. Tommy, we need to talk about this Rev Inc. thing, I need some ideas. Tommy Dragon: Sure. The three move away from the camera, leaving Alex all by himself. Suddenly, a polyphonic version of “Search and Destroy” disrupts the scene, LeBlanc grabbing The Freak’s forgotten cellphone. Alex LeBlanc: Mister Rieger, your phone is ringing! Kyle Rieger: Answer it for me, thanks kid. The Motor City Machinegun flips open the phone, putting it to his ear. Alex LeBlanc: Hello…oh my God! Dude, I loved you in A Knight’s Tale! I can’t believe it… He stops talking, nodding as the person speaks on the other end. Alex LeBlanc: Oh…I don’t know. I’m no pharmacist, I’ll ask Kyle. One second sir. The Superstar looks around, not seeing The Freak. Giving up, he returns to the call. Alex LeBlanc: He’s not around, but I doubt sleeping pills are that dangerous. I take like three Tylenol PM a night. Hanging up the phone, Alex heads over when he finally spots the trio. They stop their “conversation” in his presence, Tommy wiping away at some white powder on his nostril. Kyle Rieger: All good? Alex LeBlanc: Yes sir. Kyle Rieger: Good. The polyphonic rhythm of Iggy Pop and the Stooges returns, this time the owner of the phone taking over. Kyle Rieger: Hello? Mary-Kate…calm down…what’s wrong? What? Kyle’s eyes bulge from whatever words were coming from this mysterious caller. Kyle Rieger: No way, are you sure? Shit! Fuck! Ok, get the hell out of there now and leave the door unlocked for the maid, got it? Good. The Freak hangs up, looking over at a confused Alex. Kyle Rieger: You idiot… The scene returns to the present, everything the same as we left it accept for the remaining traces of powder on Tommy Dragon’s nose. Tommy Dragon: Oh come on, it was an accident. Mario Woosey: Tell that to Michelle Williams’s baby! Kyle Rieger: Yeah, plus you’re a Jake Gyllenhaal fan. We all know that. Tommy Dragon: It’s his eyes… The Freak snaps his man out of the daze, ending this pointlessness. Kyle Rieger: For now Tommy we trust you, just make sure you know whose looking out for you. The Hotshot starts to walk away - pulling Casey by her wrist - before opening the door and muttering one last piece of dialogue. Tommy Dragon: Yeah, I will. |
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