Post by Blake Worship on Jun 8, 2009 16:48:36 GMT -5
The scene opens inside the executive office of former REW Commissioner Blake Worship, where he and his private team of legal experts have been working dilligently round-the-clock for days, trying to find some loophole in Commissioner Kyzer's seemingly flawless plan.
Worship, still dressed like the commissioner in a snug black designer suit, paces to and fro behind his desk, switching back and forth between glancing at the legal documents and contracts being looked over on his desk and gazing out of the window at the New York streets below.
On the other side of his executive desk sits his legal team, Ronny Cochran and Frank Geragos, bickering at each other like children as they frantically search through stacks of fine print in search of something that might help Blake take back his position. Both men eye Worship carefully even as they rifle through papers, anxious to avoid another vicious rampage from an ever-impatient World Champion.
After a moment Blake spins around on his heels and slams his palms down on the desk, sending papers flying.
Worship: Have you found anything yet?!
Cochran: Well no, not yet--
Worship: Then shut up and keep looking!
Geragos: But you just asked us what we fou--
Worship: Damnit I said shut up! Jeez! You know, for the cousins of famous lawyers, you guys really suck! What the fuck am I even paying you two for?! Jebus!
Cochran: [muttering] Jebus never talked to me like that...
Worship: Ronny if you don't shut your fat mouth and get back to work I swear I'll bitch-slap you harder than Jebus would hit a bitch that owed him $10 million!
Geragos: We've been at it for days, Blake. Maybe it's time you just accepted that it's over...
Worship turns his icy glare from Ronny's bowed balding afro head to Frank's bad comb-over before looking down to his eyes, Blake's left eye twitching with silent fury.
Worship: [quietly] What... what did you just say...?
Geragos: [deep breath] I said... maybe we need to just accept that it's over--
Worship: SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!! It's never over, just gimme something to drink!
Worship slams his fist down on a button on his desk and right on cue his black midget butler Wayne walks in, carrying a silver tray with a tall glass of cold iced tea. Blake snatches it off the tray and downs the whole glass in seconds, turning to the behind-the-scenes camera with his patented thuggish smile.
Worship: Now that's Brisk, baby!
Wayne: Good Lord, sir, how many times am I going to have to give you a glass of Brisk Iced Tea in one day?
Worship: You'll do it whenever I say so, everyday I say so, until I get my job as Commissioner back! Brisk needed a professional athlete sponsor, and I'm down a few dozens of thousands a week... the choice was simple!
Cochran: How much more money do you need? You're already still a wrestling superstar, plus you're REW World Champion!
Geragos: [scanning documents] Not to mention you apparently own a Denny's in Las Vegas...
Worship: Three checks in the mail is better than two anyday, don't fuckin' judge me! Now get back to work!
Wayne: Now that you've had your drink, I thought I might let you know you have a visitor...
Blake's eyes widen slightly in surprise as the sexy sub-zero queen known as Icy Cold slides into the room wearing practically nothing besides too-small tube top and the miniest of mini-skirts, a sensuous smile on her face as she walks right up Worship and puts a hand on his chest as she gazes up at him.
Icy: Just the tall, dark and handsome man I wanted to see... glad to see you're still looking... hot... these days, Blake. Though, if I didn't know any better I'd say you seem a little stressed... What's wrong, baby?
Worship: [scowls] What do you want, Icy...
Icy: Me? Oh nothing... I just thought I'd pay you a visit, you know, before your world comes crashing down on you... what better way to get my licks in than to show you what you could've had right before you lose everything...?
Icy dons a seductive grin on her face as she pushes her ample bosom against Worship's body while she traces her manicured nail up and down Blake's chest. Blake seizes her hand firmly to stop her toying around, but is very careful not to hurt her in doing so, which Icy notices and smiles.
Icy: Ooooh... fiesty!
Worship: What the hell are you talking about, "lose everything"?
Icy: [eyes widening in amuzement] You mean you don't know? Wow, Kyzer really cut you out of the loop, didn't he? You have a triple-threat match this coming week, against my baby Sweet and the born-again punk Corrigan... [grinning wide] for the REW World Heavyweight Title!
Worship: WHAT?!
Icy: Yup. Everyone knows about Kyzer tricking your ass into handing him the reigns to REW, but now he's about to make sure you don't make it to the Phantomz PPV with that World Title! Then you'll have nothing but that undeserving housewife of yours to run to, and frankly I call that losing everything, hun. So I guess I'll see you later come REW Revolution, when I'm right there cheering Sweet on. And even though I know deep down you regret not cashing in on all this [looks down at her scantily-clothed body] when you had the chance, I think I'll find that I made the right choice in going to Sweet instead, after he snatches that World Title off your waist... I'll be seeing you later, baby...
Icy caresses Blake's cheek and kisses it lightly before turning around and laughing to herself as she walks out of the office. Worship turns to Wayne, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Worship: I JUST DEFENDED THAT WORLD TITLE LESS THAN THREE WEEKS AGO! FUCKING KYZER!!!
I couldn't help but overhear your plight...
Blake swivels on the spot back towards his office door, where none other Grimsley is poking his head in. He walks into the room pulling his red wagon, where Jack Amethyst aka The Raving Lunatic sits rather calmly.
Grimsley: It would seem you and this Kyzer fellow aren't exactly the best of friends...
Worship: [rolls eyes] You're a sharp one, Mr. Grimsley...
Grimsley: [smiles] Indeed I am, but not because I gathered that obvious information. No, it's because I recognize this as an amazing opportunity to offer myself and Jack's services to you in exchange for a few favors...
Before Blake can respond one way or the other, Ronny Cochran jumps up from his chair.
Cochran: Hell yeah nigg--I mean, yes! We've got something!
Worship: What is it?
Geragos: Unused time slots, Blake.
Worship: What's that?
Cochran: For an extreme wrestling federation, there are a number of fancy protocols that get ignored around here...
Worship: Yeah, like DQs...
Geragos: No, we're talking Addresses to the Federation...
Worship: How the hell are fed addresses gonna help me here?!
Cochran: Well, you've skimped on three separate addresses to the fed... the first when you formally became commissioner, the second when you were relieved as commissioner, and the third in which you would formally introduce the new commissioner to replace you before your departure. Only thing is, you still have a right to these time slots whenever you want based on your contract. Not only that, but with sub-commissioner like power you can book anything you want in place of these addresses, such as matches!
Worship looks between Ronny and Frank before a slow smile creeps onto his handsome face.
Worship: So you're telling me I basically still have the power to book three matches of my own, without Kyzer's interference?
Geragos: Exactly!
Worship: [grins] Now we're getting somewhere... [turns to Grimsley] How do you think Jack would feel about, oh I don't know, a shot at say... the REW Bar Room Brawl Title? After you guys handle some... problems... for me first...
Grimsley: [smirks] It sounds great, Mr. Worship. What do you think of that Jack?
The Raving Lunatic screams something made inaudible by his muzzle. Grimsley bends over and removes the facial contraption to let Jack speak. He sits there quietly for a moment before spotting Blake's black midget butler Wayne standing next to Worship.
Lunatic: YOUR HEAD IS MADE OF FUZZY LICORICE!!!
In a flash The Raving Lunatic leaps from his wagon and chomps down on Wayne's dreds, growling and pulling on it like a rabid dog.
Wayne: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! Getimoffgetimoffgetimoff!!! I don't get paid enough for this shit! Fuck you, Blake! FUCK YOU!!!
Worship: GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE, GRIMSLEY! Li'l Wayne are you okay?!
Wayne: [shaking] I--I think so...
Worship: Good... go make me a sandwich!
Put A Little Jack In My Next Brisk, I'm Exhausted...
And I Don't Mean Amethyst, If My Drink Looks White, I'll Fucking Kill You...
Fade to black...
TBC...?