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| Bobbie Hearst | Nov 18 2012, 11:19 PM Post #1 |
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Carnival Connection (c) vs. Flux in Motion 2 rps per team Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST |
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| CarnyConnect | Dec 13 2012, 02:03 PM Post #2 |
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The following views do not reflect those of WARPED Wrestling, or Visionary Wrestling Incorporated. And if you catch your children watching this ish, you need to step your parenting game up, son! Don’t be Damien Baine! Paid for by Stark Family Carnivals, Don’t allow your Autumn, Spring, Or Summer, to become a bummer. Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The screen lights up to the view of an aged red and white circus tent. Standing in front are two rather tall females. The one on the left is covered in tattoos, even her wooden leg is covered in intricate pyrography designs. And on the right is the other pulling a sword upward from her reared back head. When she finishes the two peel back the opening of the tent. As soon as it opens the light emanating from inside creates a walkway leading up to the entrance way. As we enter the tent a clown rolls by on a unicycle while a monkey sits on his shoulders and juggles. The view swings around as the tent is zipped up slowly. Another 180 and the camera pans up from the bare feet of a gargantuan man with a deformed face standing in front of a silver tarp. A hand comes from behind and taps him on his left shoulder he slowly reacts and looks to the left. From behind him, a rather pale and thin man peeks, with two glass bottles on his middle and forefingers, he taps them together slowly and in a wretched howl he lets the words escape his drawn in mouth. “Juggalooos… come out…. to plaaayaaayeee” The end of his words are accented by the squeak of his voice as the gargantuan turns his attention back towards him and lifts him. In the background music begins to play and sounds as if it’s coming from a phonograph. “Guess who’s comin’ to your big town? Jugglin’ jesters, kick-it clown! Circus sound, painted frown. Carnival of Carnage creepin’ round” The tarp drops revealing a wrestling ring before the lights die out, except for those on the other side of the ring acting as dim back light. The record pops and scratches as the song changes to over exaggerated carnival music. A brighter spotlight lights up above the ring. Standing in the center is an averaged height thick mustached male wearing a tattered, musty ringmaster suit with matching top hat. On either side of him two large objects move around underneath cloth covering. The music lowers as the ringmaster steps forward now standing completely under the spotlight. Ringmaster: “LADIIEEEEES AND GENTLEMEN, JUGGAAAAALOOOOOS AND JUGGAAAALETTES! Stark Family Carnivals in association with WARPED Wrestling proudly presents to you… Stronger than the strongest man.” To his left the cloth covering moves around violently, accompanied with heavy breathing. Ringmaster: “The freshest of fresh. Yeah, I said it, so what, fuck that other guy! That muthafacko you know and love, with a body straight from the heavenly heavens of Shangri-La above! Best lace up ya shoes, and get ready to run!! Because if this muthafacko catches ya, HE’LL STRANGLE YA SON! One half of WARPED’S demeenteeeed duuuuuooooooo!” Another spotlight drops onto the tattered cloth covering. The ringmaster takes a step back and places his left hand on what we can only assume is a head.. The violent shaking underneath the cloth covering stops Ringmaster: “Siiir DOOOUGLAAASSSss….. MUTHAFLUXIN’ FRESsssshh, MUTHAFACKOoooS!!!” The ringmaster tears the tattered cloth away revealing “Sir” Douglas Fresh struggling in a straight jacket. He kicks his legs around and toward the ringmaster causing him to jump back. Douglas attempts to jump at him, but the chain wrapped around his waist prevents him from doing so. The ringmaster wags his finger towards Douglas. Ringmaster: “Patience is a virtue my Dear Douglas!” Douglas growls and grits his teeth from under his mask before looking to his right and noticing the other tattered cloth covered person. He attempts to jump toward the ringmaster again, forgetting about the chains. He finally inhales a deep breathe and relaxes and just shakes his head as the ringmaster begins spouting off at the mouth again. Ringmaster: “And to my right, you’re left.. The other half of the Juggalo sensation sweeping the nation! The first ever WARPED Employee Of The Month, yeah muthafackos, he’s still all about that ish!“ “Damn straight I am.” confirms a voice from under the tattered cloth. Ringmaster: “And even though there were only two.. The only mothafluxin’ TRUE Television champion that eva matttterred! The man that put WARPED, TRUE, and professional wrestling on his muthafluxin’ shoulders in some bogus as flux MMA tournament!” “Flux MMA, this is rasslin!” exclaims the voice. Ringmaster: “The man that’s used more barbwire in his life than three generations of cow poke ass muthafackos out in Montana! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, who if you’re parents were worth a ish anyway, wouldn’t let you watch this! Moves so sick and twisted, you should just call him Malignant! The Clown muthafluxin’ Prince of the Cravate!” “It’s all about controlling the head, brudda.” the voice states as the ringmaster reaches back and places his head atop another head. “Man why you touchin’ me homie?!” Ringmaster: “Misssssteeerrrr Don’t Give a Flux! “Luscious” Jonny Stark Jr. a.k.a. MIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSssssssTTEERRRRRR MOTHAFLUXIN’ RAAAAHHHHTTTENTREEEEAAATS!!” The ringmaster jerks the tattered cloth away revealing Mr. Rottentreats in the same predicament as his younger brother and tag team partner. Treats, much more calm than his younger brother, looks to his left after Douglas begins to cause a stir again. Ringmaster: “Together, they form one giant wicked ass, Wrestling Voltron. The perfect concoction of brain and brawn, speed and strength, love and hate.. The Wicked Clowns of WARPED, The Brothers Stark, Team Don’t Give A Flux! And last, and most coitanly not least… Performing their rendition of New York, New York… Your WARPED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! The CAAAARRRNIIIVVAAL COOOOOONEEEECCTIIOOOOooonnn!” The music in the background transitions to the instrumental music of “New York, New York”. Treats stares a hole into the ringmaster, seemingly irritated. He begins to struggle now, getting more irritated as the volume rises. The music however, has the opposite effect on his younger brother. Douglas softly begins to sing. Douglas Fresh: “Start spreadin’ the news…” Mr. Rottentreats: “You can’t be serious.” Douglas Fresh: “We‘re leaving today.”(He grunts as he pops his arms free of the straight jacket) Mr. Rottentreats: “No, he is..” Treats’ struggle begins to become more vicious and violent as the ringmaster looks on quite amused. Douglas Fresh: “We want to be apart of it, New Yoork, Neeew Yooork!” The ringmaster powders out of the ring as soon as he realizes Douglas is stalking his way toward him, now free of the chains. Mr. Rottentreats: “Stop please!!” Douglas Fresh: (showing his wrestling boots) “These wrestling boots, are longing to straaay.. Right through the very heart ooof MSG. New Yoork, New Yooork!” Mr. Rottentreats: “Come on, brudda. Pleaase stop!” Douglas spins around toward his brother and places a finger on his lips. Douglas Fresh: “A tut tut! We want to wake up in a cityyy, that doesn’t sleep! And find we’re STILL kings of the hill, TOP OF THE HEAP! WARPED Ya’ll” Mr. Rottentreats: “That I might like!” Douglas Fresh: “These Carnival Blues, are melting away! We’re gonna make a brand new start of it, in old New York!” Mr. Rottentreats: “Psssh!” Douglas jumps up to the middle turnbuckle exaggerating his body language. Douglas Fresh: “If we can make it theeere.. We’ll make it anywheere! It’s up to you! Mr. Rottentreats: “Me?” Douglas jumps back and spins around pointing at his brother. Douglas Fresh: “Yes you! Neew Yoork, New Yooork!” Mr. Rottentreats: “New York, New York?” As the horns become more prominent Douglas frees his older brother from the chains and straight jacket. Douglas Fresh: “New York, New York!” Mr. Rottentreats: “Now that I’m free… STOOOOPP!! Treats shouts at the top of his lungs while waving his arms in the air halting the record to a scratch. The sudden silence is interrupted by an ominous sounding organ playing carnival music. The volume lowers until Mr. Rottentreats’ forefinger and thumb are almost touching. Douglas Fresh: “Really? Aren’t you excited? Madison Square Garden!!” Mr. Rottentreats: (calmly) “I’m stoked, brudda. We just.. We just need to treat it like it’s just another venue though. Yeah, it’s most famous arena in wrestling history. Sure, it’s seen more wrestling than we could forget. Sure, pops used to preach to us about finally making it to “The Garden”. But come on brudda, it’s just another arena.” Douglas Fresh: “Whatever, (switching to a mocking tone) OH MAH GAWD, KORUKEAN IS ON THE WINTER SCHEDULE!!” Mr. Rottentreats: “Shut it. You should be focusing on the match, not the venue where it’s gonna happen. Especially after that last match you had. Seriously? What was that ish?” Douglas Fresh: “I’ll explain it off camera..” Mr. Rottentreats: “Explain how you brought shame upon our family? Whatever, let’s just slice this piece of ooey gooey scrumpdiddlyumptious promo pie, brudda!” Douglas Fresh: “You see this, Damien, Leon? Do you see what it’s like being in a real tag team? Especially with your own flesh and blood? This is real ish right here. Nah, we might not always get along outside of the ring. Yeah, we’ll argue if one or both of us had a two star or less match. And Damien, what we had… It was a one and a half star match. One, because I was the only star in said match. And half of one for the win.” Mr. Rottentreats: “There would be a little picture in picture action right about now.. However, someone jacked out muddafluxin’ camera in Dearborn! Speaking of.. My favorite motion, the Fluxin Motion! Treats rolls out of the ring and begins humping a ring post. Douglas exit’s the ring and begins tapping his older brother on the shoulder. Mr. Rottentreats: “Leave me be..” Douglas Fresh: “It’s Flux, In Motion.. Not fluxin’ motion, bro..” Mr. Rottentreats: “Oh.” Treats stops humping the ring post, then plops himself on the ring apron. Douglas follows suit, both letting their straight jacket sleeves dangle. Mr. Rottentreats: “Anyyyway.. Flux, In Motion. Cool name, bruddas.. Or as we likes to call em.. Who The Flux? Damien Baine, Leon Stone.. Er.. Excuse me, WARPED Evolution Champion, Leon Stone. Bravo and ish.. By the way, how’s your face?” (he pauses, touching his mask) “Are you annoyed yet? You know, the constant,” (switching to a mocking tone) “Omagod, are you o.k., how’s your face?” (assuming his natural tone) “We just couldn’t resist. After all, what’s a debut match at The Garden without something to fight for?” Footage of WARPED 68, post show attack perpetrated by Carnival Connection plays, showing them grinding the titles in the faces of Flux, In Motion, as Mini Fresh looks on. Douglas Fresh: “Oh, it’s a Title versus Title match you say? Carnival Connection, that’s us for the morons, that haven’t figured it out yet.. Our WARPED Tag Team titles are on the line against.. Leon Stone’s Evolution Title. For us though, this isn’t about OUR Tag Titles, or even Leon’s Evolution Title.. Ya see, not everyone wants to be like SwitchBlade and hold two titles at once. This is more than that. This is personal. A little too personal, if ya ask me..” Mr. Rottentreats: “September, there it was.”(making a knocking motion on the ring post) “Knock. Knock. Knock. Who’s there? Department of Social Service, you say? No shit? All because this bitch boy, Leon Stone couldn’t handle a little back and forth twitter banter. All because Leon Stone, can’t accept that no one, I repeat.. Noooo ooooone, gives a flux about Leon Stone. Well except Leon Stone, but sometimes, I wonder if even Leon, cares about Leon..” Douglas Fresh: “Same here, always in everyone else’s business about what they do. And what kind of example others are setting, instead of worrying about his damn self. “ Mr. Rottentreats: “Wasting hardworking taxpayer dollars, filing a bogus as Flux, DSS claim. All because, I was doing my job and promoting my appearances, and putting money into my pocket, to take care of my kids. Guess what, Leon? Yea.. Ya fluxed up! In more ways than one. Once a low down, crooked ass punk, always a low down, crooked ass punk. You like to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk… Change, Evolution, Flux, you’re claiming that you’re the..” (air quoting with his fingers) “Change.. I might get bitched at by my minions for quoting that red ass chicken neck, Hank Williams Jr. But.. Keep the change, keep your flux, keep your devolution. “ Douglas Fresh: “Yeah, bitch! Don’t need it, don’t want it!” Mr. Rottentreats: “I don’t care about the Devolution title. That’s what it became on the twenty-third of September. This change you talk about.. Flux, In Motion as you say.. Hang out with school kids like everyone’s creepy uncle.. Donate to charity, volunteer here and there, and everywhere. Hell, adopt a poor starving child from some other country if you want! None of that, will ever change the fact that you’re still some punk ass kid that thinks he’s above it all, Leon. Eventually, everyone is going to see passed the façade.. Douglas Fresh: “Speaking of façade’s.. Daaaaamiiieeen! Named after a patron saint of Physicians.. Ya know, it all makes sense now..” Mr. Rottentreats: “You can’t fix anyone else, if you, yourself are broken, Damien. You have this holier than thou attitude. There’s something else there though, there’s a quality about you.. Now some might call it a flaw.. To me, though? It’s a quality, mainly because it works in our favor. What is it you ask? Fear.. I see it in your walk, I hear it when you talk. Most of all, it burns in your eyes. Treats lifts his arms pointing toward his eyes causing the restraints of the straight jacket to fly around. Mr. Rottentreats: “How did I see and notice this fear? Like you, I’m an addict. Unlike you though, I realized I’ll always be one. Just because you’re supposedly clean now… Ha! There’s no..” (making air quotes) “There’s no ex, when it comes to Alcoholics, Junkies, so on and so forth, you know.. Us addicts.. Why? Because there‘s always that little part of your brain constantly telling you, you need to get your fix. I have this fear as well. Yet again, unlike you.. I‘ve managed to keep that asshole in check. I‘ve managed to control that slight anxiety that rode shotgun to my first show back. You know, the one that knows there are going to be certain things in the locker room. And you don‘t know if you can handle yourself. Of course, that‘s why Douglas came back to WARPED with me.” Douglas places his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and Treats swats it away comically, the straight jacket restraints slapping Douglas. Douglas Fresh: “Well, you would have done the same for me, bro. Enough of this down in the dumps woe is me holier than thou crap though. I know, you normally do the talkin’ and I do the walkin all over our competition.. But I’m taking the reigns of this piece. Doooooouuugiiee the muthafluxin’ druggie.. Dougie, the druggie.. He stands up in front of Treats and suddenly the straight jacket falls off of his arms to his feet. His shirt has the image of the WARPED Tag Title close to the waist. He pats his stomach on the “belt” and it makes a noise. He lifts his shirt and points to his WARPED Tag Title.. Douglas Fresh: “Personal, what is personal? What do I take to heart? What exactly, makes Dougie, the Druggie tick.. You best believe, I’m running with that, just like we run with the hatchet muthafacko! Well, most of all, the aforementioned, false DSS report. You do not, ever. As in, neva eva! Never mess with my family, LEON! Personal, is when you walk around the back at shows tossing alcohol, or flushing our smoke when we’re in the ring. All because you’re a bitch and can’t control your demons, DAMIEN! And last, but not least. Personal, is you, Damien Baine, and Leon Stone. The toxic sludge that was discarded by SCCW and washed ashore the white sandy beaches of WARPED.. Straining their brains, with the thought that they’re going to simply, take our WARPED Tag Titles. Excuse me, it’s early here at the Carnival Grounds, and I’ve yet to have my morning’ doobage. “ Douglas reaches into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulls out an aluminum cigarette case with a hatchet man on it. He pops it open as he turns toward his brother offering him one. He turns toward the camera again as he lights his own and places the cigarette case back in his pocket. Douglas Fresh: (exhaling) “Aaaaaah, now where was I? These titles of ours. Our childhood dream, in the form of, the most beautiful gold I’ve ever seen, stacked on top of the finest leather known to man. *censored* loooong years. And on October twenty-eighth, live in the Om.. Er, from the Tabernacle, in Atlanta, Georgia, babay.. That childhood dream of two sons of a legend in this business. That childhood dream of two Juggalos, two jesters, two… Clowns.. It came true. By any means necessary. On the fifteenth of December, this Satruday.. Instead dreaming of living, we’ll continue living the dream. By any means necessary. Successfully defending our titles, and obtaining the Devolution title are just by products of all the personal. Speaking of the Devolution tile, Leon.. Have you ever actually watched a Carnival Connection match? Carnival knows, you’ve heard the crowd ooo and aaahhh, while you were in the back preaching the gospel. Because unlike you and Baine, we don’t need little hand gestures, signals, or code words to be a cohesive unit. Unlike you two, I don’t have to worry about whether or not, my tag partner, really wants this. I don’t have to worry about whether or not my brother, cares me retaining my title. These two titles, are the only titles that matter. For Flux sake, you’ve diminished the value of that title so much, Leon. It’s a shame SwitchBlade vacated it, only to have you come and ish all over it’s legacy. Not that there was much of it there in the first place, Anton Chase? The Midnighter? T.G. Grundy..” Mr. Rottentreats: “Tall guy! Fond memories, the campaign against Gigantism and all.” Douglas Fresh: “The real change would have been with SwitchBlade.. And just like you, Leon.. He couldn’t control that lust, for more gold.. I’ve got one title, I’ve gotta have another one! Both of us understand that lust. We’ve gotta pump the brakes on that quest, or so we thought. Then came the booking for the WARPED Showcase Match. My brother just had to open his big mouth about not being booked.. Maple Leaf are squabbling, instead it’s Evolution Champion, Leon Stone and Damien Baine.. We thought to ourselves, Why the Flux… Why the Flux, should Leon Stone get a shot at our Tag Titles, if he’s not putting his title up for grabs as well.. So we found Crowbar, we cracked a Faygo or two, and had ourselves a little chat. What do you think? ViW..” Mr. Rottentreats: “VWi” Douglas Fresh: “V, whatever the flux.. Showcase Zero, WARPED Showcase match.. Up the ante! Title versus Title! You know, Flux things up! And here we are, approaching Zero hour.. The Carnival Connection versus Flux, In Motion, a match not to be lost in the shuffle. My bro asked you how your face was. I wanna know, what’s it like piggy backing off of us to get this high on the card? Don’t get used to it, just as you reach up for that next rung.. There we are, stomping your gingerly manicured fingers with the force of Hugo Strange dropping on you from the top rope, with all his weight! And well, back down you go.. Down there with the Dallas Zwick’s and so-called Untouchables, of the world.. Last time you were in the ring with us, Leon.. Ya lost. Or as you say.. Your uncle lost. This is TAG TEAM wrestling. Thus making it a team effort, and point is, you lost. You‘re going to lose again. You‘re a loser. And just like Treats, willingly admits he‘ll always be an addict.. You and Baine will always be nothing more than the criminal, and the drunk that never had it made.. At Showcase Zero, just like these doobielicious joints.” Treats hops off the ring apron and stands side by side with his little brother. They inhale the last bit of their “cigarettes” and exhale a large cloud that overtakes the camera. Mr. Rottentreats: “You’re smoked, BITCH BOOOOOOOYEEEEEEEES!!” *WHITE NOISE* |
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| LeonStone | Dec 13 2012, 09:55 PM Post #3 |
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8pm Leon Stone stands on a stage with a spotlight on him, in the shadows behind him we can see tables with dozens of telephones spread across them with people waiting to answer them, Leon is dressed in black slacks, white dress shirt tucked in, black dress shoes, and black bow tie. The letters “ICPW” pops onto the screen. As they fade away Leon brings the microphone up and looks into the camera. Leon: ICPW a disease that most Americans don't know is out there, it affects the lives of so many out their. The spotlight fades from Leon and shines onto Damien Baine The camera pans to focus on him, dressed identically to Leon except for a regular tie instead of a bow tie. Damien: ICPW stands for “Insane Clown Professional Wrestlers” This disease occurs when a wrestler listens to mass amounts of the band ICP. They find themselves forming allegiance to the gang and social group called “Juggalos” they need our help. Again the focus is switched to Leon. Leon: Many high school students and other people are affected by a similar disease called Insane Clown Persons or ICP but these people normally grow out of it. Sadly those that do not, look to those wrestlers with ICPW for guidance and assurance that their lifestyle is OK. Damien Baine and Leon both walk from their respective sides of the stage meeting in the middle of it. Leon: Tonight we are holding an all night telethon to raise money for this horrible disease. Tonight is our chance to change the lives of thousands. Tonight we need your help, they need your help, just call 1-800-facepaint. Damien: One more time that’s, 1-800-facepaint. The number 1-800-facepaint flashes on the screen Leon: We have a dozen dedicated people waiting for your calls. For now though Chelsea is backstage with an ICPW victim. The camera fades backstage where we can see Chelsea dressed in a tight red dress standing next to a man with face paint, baggy black pants with a million chains, and the common gang sign of the hatchet man, he is sitting in a wheelchair. Chelsea: That's right I'm here with Martin, veteran wrestler. He volunteered to share his story of ICPW. Martin: I used to be at the top, thousands of people looked up to me for guidance. It wasn't until recently when this disease was recognized that I realized I had it. I put my body on the line each and every week for my fans, but I could never satisfy them, they demanded I push the limits more and more. As a member of the Juggalos I had no choice but to comply and finally one day I dived off of a steel cage, and missed, landing on my back, paralyzing my self forever. Chelsea: Surely this Juggalo group still respect and worship you? After everything you did for them? Martin: I've slipped off the radar, forever forgotten, replaced by two Brothers, Dougie Fresh and Rottentreats. The Juggalos dropped me like a hot potato, now I’m paralyzed and alone, unable to work. Affected but a disease that nobody knows about. Chelsea: Well, the two brothers that replaced you, are they at risk of contracting this horrible disease? Martin: I would say they already have. Chelsea covers her mouth with her hand, shocked. Chelsea: Back to you Leon. Leon is standing stage right with wrestling journalist Mark Adams. Leon puts his hand on Mark’s shoulder and brings the mic to his mouth with the other one. Leon: Mark, you have done a few reports on the second highest grossing wrestling company in the world JCW. We are very grateful you have agreed to speak for us. Mark: I couldn't sleep with my self if I did otherwise. Leon: So you told me a moment ago that JCW is quite literally a wrestling company that exploits wrestlers that have this disease. Their entire roster is of Juggalo based wrestlers? Mark: Mr.Stone that’s exactly what I'm saying, this organization which is sponsored and backed by the very band that puts the music out that infects these wrestlers. It is all too good to be true this band infects millions of people, and turns around and exploits the very disease that they caused. It's inhumane, finally someone is trying to do something about it. Leon: You hear that folks? Exploitation. that what we are fighting against, a severe sickness, a band that exploits those sick people. We're not asking for much, our goal tonight is ten thousand dollars, enough to try and get others involved in this, every dollar helps. If you can't donate money then donate other things, one of the biggest things they need is face wash, they also need shampoo, and could really use clothes that fit them. Medically they need rehab for their drug and alcohol addictions along with medical attention for the mass amounts of pop they ingest. These people need our help, give what you can. 10pm Damien Baine stands in front of a hand drawn image of a old school thermometer. He bends down to color it in but can't for some reason or another. Damien: We just got our first donation, I was gonna come over here and color into our chart but the donation was only fifty cents that I found on the ground but it’s small to color. He caps the marked and sets it on the table next to picture. Damien: This is a real disease, your best friend could be a Juggalo, your father, grandfather, son or daughter. This disease halts at no age gender or racial gap. We must raise money to fight this, many peoples lives depend on it. It might be far fetched but we have experts to prove it. The camera pans to Leon sitting at a table on one side and two people sitting on the other. One of the other two is dressed like a doctor, the other is dressed in a suit and tie. Leon: We have with us doctor Abagala. He is from Madagascar, he speaks no English but luckily he brought a translator of Malagasy the native language of Madagascar. So Doctor, what exactly is your thoughts on ICPW. Translator translates to Dr. Abagala and the Doctor responds to the translator. Translator: Abagala thanks you for having him, he says that many would think that this disease wouldn't affect a county as small as Madagascar but in a urge to Americanize a total of four Madagascar natives have caught the horrible disease and have even formed their own wrestling promotion. They risk their bodies, throwing coconuts, and diving from trees onto the hard sand, this disease is very real. Leon: Then how do we fight it? what can we do? The translator does his thing again. Translator: He says the only way to cure these people is the removal of this atrocious music from our world. Leon: But for countries like America we protect against actions like that. There has to be other solutions!? Translator: Dr. Abagala says there are none that he can see. Leon drops his head and shakes it in his hands, but a phone rings behind him, he gets excited and turns around, they zoom in on the operator. The operator picks up the phone and listens. Operator: No this isn't the Face Painted Strippers hotline, but if you want to donate... She doesn't even get the word donate out before the other line hangs up. Leon: False alarm, just another person looking for the strippers. Damien: How many is that now? Twenty? 2 pm Leon Damien and Chelsea are the only people left, all the operators left. Every now and then a phone rings but its either someone looking to buy face paint of some one looking for face painted strippers. The chart has been revised over and over again lowering the goal again and again, it went from ten thousand to one dollar. They are currently at 75 cents, Leon had found another quarter and hour ago. Leon gets up and walks to the front of the stage his bow tie is undone and his hair is a mess. Leon: Just twenty five cents please. Two picture come on the screen, one of Rottentreats and one of Dougie E Fresh. Leon: Look at these faces, they obviously need your help. This horrible disease affects them every single day. Some of your most loved family members could be affected by this disease. Do you want your grandmother walking around acting like a fool with face paint on, listening to people sing about fucking the world? People look up to my opponents, they are the faces of the tag team division, but we can't even see their faces. They are in desperate need of clean water, they sustain themselves on Faygo. Your one quarter will help us to afford one bottle of water to replace one can of Faygo. The phone rings behind him, Damien picks it up. Damien: No we do not sell strippers. he pauses. Damien: I understand its you ninetieth birthday and your wife just died but there is nothing we can do about that. He waits Damien: I'm not a hippy? Go get normal strippers! Damien shakes his head and hangs up. Damien: Leon just give it up, no ones gonna help, they don't care. Leon shakes his head and falls to his knees. Leon: It’s one quarter... I can't have these two as the face of my tag team division. we need your help to show them the light, the Juggalo movement is over. I know it’s hard, how do you donate to help people that are so revolting, so weird, so disgracing, but you heard it from Dr. Abagala it’s spreading to places like Madagascar, its becoming an epidemic and the only ones that can help are us, one quarter, one quarter to reach our goals, if you donate one quarter, I'll donate a thousand dollars of my own money. i'll visit your daughters school? i'll visit your mother in law for you. i'll pay for that abortion you want. Whatever it takes, so many people suffering from ICPW. They need you. Leon finishes his last attempt using emotional appeal. 6pm Leon has changed into pajamas, Chelsea left, and Damien is sitting back shaking his head at Leon. Damien: It’s no use you're wasting your time. Leon: Might as well use what air time we have left. No sense wasting it. Might even get that last quarter while i'm at it. Damien walks out flicking the light as he does, when the lights go out Leon is only dimly lit by red exits lights lined up on the walls. Leon is still sitting on the ground in his pajamas but now his Evolution title is wrapped around his shoulders. He pulls it from his shoulder and squeezes it to his chest. He loosens his grip and looks up to the camera. Leon: You know, I have a match against Rottentreats and Doug, you see I can not stand the fact that Warped’s brand new tag team titles are being held by them. What make this Evolution title, and the Warped World championship so spectacular are their heritage, to know that the title I get to wear around my waist was worn by warped legends like, Switchblade, PKA, Crowbar, Grendel, and William Wallace. It’s amazing to think that just like them I'm on my way to being a Warped legend. This title has an amazing history, and it makes it so special. The world title is the same, its rich history of feuds, legends, heroes, villains, its beautiful, but to think Warped has just started it’s tag division, it just created these tag titles, and already they are being made a mockery of by these two? Now I know the fact that they have this disease is by no choice theirs, they could very well have been subject to such horrible music by accident, but these two, they are a couple of jokes, great wrestlers, talented wrestlers, but at the rate they are going, at some point they won't be able to impress their Juggalo brethren, at some point they will go to far and end their career. I don't want to see that happen, I want them to lead a long happy career, but I can't let them dishonor the title and company that I call home. I just can't. He take a breath and looks around the red exits lights spread shadows all around him and his face. Leon: Have you studied these two at all? There is no history on them? So many missing links, basically, daddy wrestled, so I'm gonna wrestle, but wait now I'm gonna have kids and maybe have been addicted to drugs? I don’t know... they don't even look similar! They don't have a date of birth, they say they’re home town is the carnival grounds but they say they visited their father’s matches? How can that be, they allude to the fact that their father was if not a little successful in his wrestling career, so why would they live on carnival grounds? How is Douglas Fresh using the title Sir? Has he been knighted by somebody? Just out of nowhere you come from a hiatus and wrestling in japan and you're just decide to pursue the Tag Team titles? I don't know about the rest of you but if I was coming from a long hiatus especially from a shoulder injury then I would want some warming up, I wouldn't jump right into a title pursuit, just doesn't make sense, so it has to be chalked up to the ICPW. I'm worried, for warped, for our viewers, for Juggalos worldwide. They need help, and if raising money isn't going to do it, then I'll have to use tough love, I'll have to take those titles. Leon stands up the exits lights stretching his shadow across the floor, he starts to say something, but settles for running his hand through his hair and leaving. shutting the power down as he exits, first the exit lights go black, and then the camera shuts off. |
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