Post by Blake Worship on May 4, 2009 22:24:53 GMT -5
Worship and T sit on opposite sides of Blake's desk, laughing at each other's injuries from their battles from last week.
T Money: [chuckling] Okay, you got me there. I might have trouble hearing out this ear for a day or two... But that's nothing compared to that sick Enziguri Corrigan gave YOU right to the temple!
Worship: [cringes] Good Lord, don't remind me. I really wanted to just say "Fuck it bro, you win" after he gave me that shot. His learning curve is ridiculous, man. For someone with no prior wrestling experience, he's got some skills.
T Money: I'm sure training under Cloud and then Jay Ray had a bit to do with that.
Worship: I'm sure you're right. But how about Freakula getting you back for that nutcracker on the ropes with one of his own? I saw the tape, them things must be all kinds of twisted up down there--
T Money: Alright! Talking about it sure as hell don't make that shit hurt less, boss man! Anyway as long as Misty ain't trying to have kids in the next few weeks, I'm good. And you're one to talk, you'll probably be walking like a gimp from now on after that chair shot to that ankle Jonny gave you...
Worship: [laughs] Actually I have pretty solid joints, I should be fine. Hurt like a bitch, though. Remind me to start enforcing the DQ rules a lot better around here. Just 'cause we're Real Extreme doesn't mean we have license to break all the real rules...
T Money: I guess that means it's back to knockin' out refs so they can't witness the violations.
Worship: And whoever does so on purpose will have to deal with ME, personally. I run a tight ship, damnit!
T Money and Blake laugh for a while before both die down into silence, T donning a contemplative expression.
T Money: Ya know, I was happy when Cloud hung his laces up for the corporate office, 'cause I thought just one less member of DHS to worry about taking down. But now that you're doing the same thing, I can't help but think that now I know how Jonny felt back then.
Worship: I know, man. But we go back WAY further than Jonny and Cloud do. Cloud was all Jonny had in this new and strange place. You've made your own way here, you don't need me around all the time.
T Money: You're probably right, but the Regulators still need you out there on the battlefront to defend REW from the dark psychos and the power-hungry. DHS might be dead, but The Army of Darkness threatens to grow stronger everyday. It took everything I had to take Freakula out, and he's just one man, Blake. You're like the general for the Regulators, the ship sinks with no captain, man.
Worship: Hey, I made the Regulators. It's been in my blood for years, it's never gonna leave. Even if I'm not rolling with you by my side as much, you'll still catch me wearing my shirt and my skull chain and belt buckle, because I'm a Regulator for life. That being said, I'm also determined to be the best in everything I do, which now includes my role as Commissioner. So I will be fair and unbiased in all my decisions, but just know I'm pullin' for ya, alright?
T Money: [sarcastic] I'll try to remember that when AOD takes over...
Worship: Look, the Army of Darkness could never rule REW like DHS almost did. For one they don't have the manpower, they're too small to seize all the titles in this fed. Not only that but even though they have just as many titles as DHS once did, everybody knows that if your stable doesn't have a top dog capable of snatching that top title, your team is just second-rate. That top title is the REW World Championship, and their chances of laying a hand on it are slim to none.
T Money: And how can you say that? You're the commish, you of all people know one of these days one of them will have to get a shot...
Worship: Not necessarily, but you're right it's very possible. What's your point...?
T Money: Well I mean, their chances get a lot higher now that you're dropping the title to become commish...
Worship: [smirks] Whoever said anything about me dropping the title...?
T Money looks completely lost, mouth half-open as Worship reaches down to his lap and brings up the REW World Heavyweight Title, a shiny new nameplate on its front with "Blake "Capo" Worship" etched into the bright metal. T Money gazes at it for a moment before he can put his lips together to speak.
T Money: Is that... a platinum nameplate...?
Worship: Yep! You like it? Thought I'd change things up, gold gets so played out. I'm still considering getting white gold though, I'm waiting for that one to come in so I can compare...
T Money: [squinting] And are those... [wide-eyed] You have miniature diamonds making up the quotations and the underlining on "Capo"...?!
Worship: Hey, I gotta do it big! I AM the Capo! Now it's nice and bright so everyone can see...
T Money: [chuckles in disbelief] A wrestling commish...? Wow...
Worship: [smiles] I know, aren't I great? You don't have to answer, I already know it... Man I'm awesome!
Suddenly Worship's office door bangs open and in his doorway stands The Godfather himself, Scotty Raven. In his hand is what appears to be a corporate invoice, one that looks particularly displeasing to Blake's Boss Man as he walks into the room.
Scotty: Would somebody like to explain to me what all these expenses are about?!
Worship: What's up, Boss?
Scotty: What's up? What's up?!? [scans the paper] You're having us pay for your new... midget butler!?
Worship: Yeah! I've always wanted one! [reaches for phone] You want him to get you something, he's makin' me a turkey sandwhich right now...
Scotty: What? NO! Actually... tuna fish, maybe? Wait--NO! And look at this! [points at line on paper] You've had us pay for an intercom to be installed... into your desk chair...?!?
Worship: [solemn] So that all the Golden Towers may bear witness to my flatulence, and feel blessed... I do it for the people, Scotty...
Scotty: What about this? [squints at paper, unbelieving] A new nameplate for your belt made of platinum and diamonds?!?!?! What the hell was wrong with your old nameplate?!
Worship: [expressionless] It had a scratch on it...
Scotty: WHAT?! No it doesn't! It's right there on the door, look!
Worship gets up and follows Scotty to his office door, Scotty walking out into the hall, Blake standing inside the room by the door.
Scotty: See! It's perfectly fin--
With a slam Worship's door shuts loudly in Scotty's face.
Scotty: BLAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!
Worship: Just put it on my tab!
I DO Have A Tab, Right...?
Fade to black...