Post by lost on Jan 17, 2016 12:38:11 GMT -5
The Little Blue Duck
THE WCF NEEDS YOU!
Is the wording across the top of a poster, The image of Seth Lerch himself doing his best Uncle Sam Pose as he points out to the potential readers. Underneath the image reads please inquire inside for details The poster is hung on the door labeled SETH LERCH’S OFFICE. In the past this office has been the scene of wild acts of shenanigans but today it is all business. A hand grabs the door knob and pushes the door open exposing Seth sitting behind his desk. Seth gives a smile as he sees who is walking in to his office.
Seth: K.L. Henson! Thank you for coming in, please come in have a seat. I assume you saw the poster outside and you want to know what it is all about.
Seth stands and points to the chair in front of his desk K.L. Henson enters the room and shakes Seth’s hand before having a seat in front of his desk.
Seth: So can I get you a drink or some Blow maybe a Hooker? …. I am just kidding unless that is something you want you know….
K.L. Henson: No Seth not today. Actually you’re poster did peek my interest. I found it rather unordinary for you to be looking for talent with in your own organization. Although being the head of Talent Relations I can honestly say I am not sure how much talent we got. I mean have you see some of them? I mean we got Adam Young, Vengeance, Raymond Thatcher..
Seth: Okay ,okay K.L. Lets try to …
K.L. Henson: Oh I know, I was just saying I could go on and on but I digress. So Seth go on please do tell me about How the WCF can use my help.
Seth looks around in a cautious manor as if he were checking to see if anyone was in the room. He lowers s head closer to the desk as he waves Henson closer. K.L. shrugs as he obliges the unnecessary act.
Seth: Ok Look here is the deal, I was full of Shit. The WCF is in a little bit of a financial hardship. You would have thought I let Jayson Price run the show or something. I mean viewers aren’t tuning in. Hell I even let Beach Krew try running this thing the needle didn’t budge. The networks are on my ass. I got to pump more viewers. ….
K.L. Henson: AHHH I see where this is going you would like for me to maybe apply some pressure to the networks? Or maybe I could possible take over the network?
Seth: NO NO NO K.L. I like the commitment but I was thinking about the fans. We need to bring in new fans. So I am starting a public out reach program.
K.L. Henson sitting with his hands in front of him tapping his finger tips against the desk as he begins to ponder the possibilities. Seth’s voice begins to zone out as Henson enters deeper in to his thoughts.
Now this is an idea. Where does societies norms begin? In the "beginning" itself. So how is the wall protecting the values of the delusional robots get taken down? A small little crack to grow through the infrastructure? From one brick right on through to another? Exactly! Henson you sir are a genius how could I not just...
Seth: HENSON! Can you hear me? Did I lose you?
Henson’s concentration is broken and he is annoyed by Seth’s squabbling. He pops to his feet and extend his hand shaking Seth’s hand vigorously as he ushers himself out of the office..
K.L. Henson: Of course Seth I heard everything you said and I couldn’t agree more. It is all about the PR! Count me in. In fact I have a splendid idea. Don’t worry about a thing I will handle it all. After all I am your Head of Talent Relations!
Seth: Abbba Oh Okay so… ummm Thank you and let me know how it goes I guess?
K.L. Henson walks out of the office and closes the door behind himself. Seth begins to grin with a sense of pride.
Seth: huh how about that. K.L. Henson of all people. That wasn’t so bad. I wonder who else would want to help out.
Seth presses his finger on to the intercom button and speak to his secretary.
Seth: Hey honey can you get Oblivion on the line, I need to talk to him about our new public relations program……
TWO DAYS LATER.......
Mr. Holden is standing in front of natural color wooden door, it is one of many that systematically line the hallway. The calming light blue tile that covers the walls have no effect on Mr, Holden’s emotional state, as he stands with a serious look on his face. The aroma of peanut butter and construction paper fill his nostrils as he take a large inhale through his nose while assessing the situation. He raises a hand to knock on the wooden door before second guessing himself, the moment passes quickly….
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
A smiling middle aged black woman in a black dress with a white blouse waives as she approaches the door. Mr. Holden’s face almost breaks as he flashes a smirk back as his greeting. The woman grabs the door knob and turns to face the an audience inside the room. Her muffled voice is heard through the wood and glass of the door as she speaks.
Woman: OK Class, Today I have a special surprise for you. So lets give a big Summerville Elementary School welcome to MR. HOLDEN!
The door swings open in unison to the announcement and in step Mr. Holden as a bunch of excited children scream out of joy and more of the announcement of a surprise rather then the actual guest itself. The woman extends one arm and shakes Mr. Holden’s hand as he enters.
Woman: Hello Mr. Holden, I am Carol and this is my 1st grade class. Please come in and have a seat at the chair in the front of the room.
Mr. Holden walks in, his expressionless demeanor has returned as he makes his way to his assigned seat. He walks over a larger white shag throw rug that was placed in front of his Chair. He turns and faces the children and gives an awkward waive to address the class as he removes a black backpack that he was carrying on his shoulder. He sets the bag next to chair and has a seat. Mr. Holden zones out and the screeching and giggling all blends in to white noise. He takes it all in, smells of pencil shavings, the bright flourencent lights and even th crafts hanging on the wall surrounding a smart board. The entire scenario just reminds him more of K.L. Henson’s teachings and just how fucked the system is.
Look at these lifeless slabs of meat. All here being fed the bullshit to keep the machine running. The machine that we call society, the machine that suppresses our real life. The funny part is all these little lambs living care free, with a sense of entitlement. All I can do is laugh at them. They see bright futures of becoming policemen or a firefighter. Little do they know that , they are destined to a long hard life of slavery. A slave to the machine, just another cog in the machine we call society. Yes sir nothing more than a herd of sheep in front of me. Little do they know that today is probably the only time they will ever have a chance to realize that their future should be so much more..
Carol: OK class can you all go get your lunches and come to the Magic Carpet for a special story time. Incase you are unaware Mr. Holden is a WCF Superstar and he want to come in and meet you guys. In fact I believe he has brought a special book for us to hear, isn’t that correct?
Mr. Holden rushes back from his thoughts just as Carol finishes talking. The question at the end even caught him off guard causing him to stumble the answer out. While answering he bends over at the waist and pulls out a thin hard covered book . He displays the book to the seated children in front of him. The cover of the book has a large cartoon style illustration of Blue duck with a orange bill standing on green grass next to a small pond. Above the duck in a bright orange bubble font read …..
THE LITTLE BLUE DUCK
Mr. Holden: Ummm yes, so today I will be reading you a story called the Little Blue Duck. This is a book that I wrote especially for you kids today. I hope you all really, really listen to the message inside these pages and who knows maybe today I can change some lives. Now shall we get started.
Once upon a time there was a little blue duck. He was born in a sludge filled pond known as Philly, The duck went by the name of Price, and he thought he was so great he would hesitate to tell you twice.
You see everywhere this little duck went he felt he had to be the best. Price being from Philly makes this extra shocking seeing how most from Philly basically suck at everything. Regardless As he grew and aged the little duck ventured out of Philly and went in to Professional Wrestling.
The class all began to chuckle.
Mr. Holden: I know right who would have thought of a Wrestling Duck? But it is true.
Now the year was 2009 and the little blue duck was ready to premiere.
As big and bad as the opponents were the Little Blue duck had no Fear.
In fact he even went on to be named the New comer of the Year.
The duck kept fighting and not backing down.
All the persistence took him to title town.
That’s right Price the little blue duck became a champ.
He didn’t do it once though nope not even twice
No sir, the title count kept rising till it hit three times thrice.
That’s right NINE TIMES, and that is no laughing feat.
Only thing is, Price the duck finally met someone he couldn’t beat.
The class gasps and starts to murmur wondering who could beat Price?
Mr. Holden: I know right, how could the self proclaimed Mr. Every Title not be able to beat someone? Don’t Worry there is a lot more to this story.
You see the Little Blue Duck was on top of his game.
In Fact the next pay per view was headlined by his Name.
He had one more match to win
before he got to fight for a world champion
This time the Little blue Duck was facing an animal he hasn’t before.
This time it was a fucking Wolverine knocking at his door.
Price made the mistake for thinking that this beast was one they called Patrilli.
That though he found out was rather silly.
You see much like a caterpillar turns to a butterfly
Patrilli transformed also, but for this to happen Patrilli had to die!
And so he did and in his Place now stood the Wolverine Named Holden!
It was a Sunday night when these two met!
Price got something he wouldn’t forget!
Those two fought and back and forth to the crowds delight.
Seth Lerch even deemed it the fight of the Night!
When it was all said and done
And the bell had rung
All that was left standing was The Wolverine
He was covered in blood, eating the Ducks Spleen!
The END!
Mr. Holden closes the book and takes a look at the children seated before him. He places the book on his knee and bends over at the waist to address the scared little lambs.
Mr. Holden: You see the moral of the story is, It doesn’t matter what you are or what you think you’re going to be. You see because Mr. Holden is here to cut you down! Well that was the case for The Little Blue Duck. How ever for you kids it could also mean that no matter how big and strong and unbeatbale the society youre in feels, It can all come crumbling down. The truth will always win.
Holden reaches down to the kid in front of him, who is frozen with his mouth wide open and his Peanut Butter and Fluff sandwich held in one hand. Holden takes the sandwich from the kid and takes a bite, the child is unphased and remains frozen in his position only minus his sandwich.
Carol looks up from her desk in the back of the room where she had been correcting papers and not paying attention to the on goings of the class. She gets up and makes her way to the center of class room .
Carol: Okay Class wasn’t that a great story! Thank you MR, Holden!
The class snaps from its trance like state from the sound of carol’s voice but does not respond to her cue.
Carol: CLASS is that any way to thank Mr, Holden for coming in and reading us a nice story?
The class begins to clap and in unisons they all say THANK YOU MR. HOLDEN just as it was rehearsed before Mr. Holden got there.
Carol: Yes, Thank you Mr. Holden, you know it does appear we have a little extra time left would you mind doing a Q & A session?
Mr. Holden: Sure Why not?
Carol: Great so have it guys ask any questions you got for Mr. Holden. Just raise your hand and he will call on you one by one.
Carol smiled at Mr. Holden and mouthed the words thank you as she retreated back to her desk to continue the paper work she was working on. Only one hand raises, It Was the same kid in the front. Dressed in a blue/ grey plaid shirt that is tucked in to brown corduroy pants. Without missing a bite of his sandwich Mr. Holden points over to the kid.
Mr. Holden: you huh? yeah go ahead what's up?
Child: Hi Mr. Holden. Umm can I please have my sandwich back?
Mr. Holden shoves the remaining half of the sandwich in to his mouth.
Mr Holden:(with a mouthful of food) What sandwich? Next!
No other children raise their hands, they are all still in shock from the story they just heard. The little boy in the front row wasn't done. He shoots his hand high in to the air and waits to be called on.
Mr. Holden: Any others? (Looking around blatantly ignoring the kid in front of him, ) Ugh Fine What do you got now?
Kid: Okay two things, one why doesn’t all of your book rhyme? And do you really think you stand a chance on Sunday verse Jayson Price? I mean he is Mr. Every Title, or you are well Mr. No Title!
The class giggles at the jab taken by the kid at the guest reader. Mr. Holden starts to feel the anger build inside. The blood rushing to his head causes his checks to redden, his mouth being to water as if he were a dog salivating over a juicy steak, his neck stiffens causing him to roll it out before answering. Then came the tunnel vision the world started to fade away leaving nothing but that sole child and Mr. Holden sitting there face to face.
Mr. Holden: Heh, you know what kid maybe youre right! The match will probably suck, you shouldn’t tune in! You shouldn’t even bother looking up the results on the internet. Why would you bother. If you wanna see that anti Hero Jayson fucking Price win this match then don’t bother. Cause I promise you come Sunday on slam I am going to spike that big fucker on his head and he will wish he was back in his coma. You shouldn’t watch Slam if you want to see Jayson Price keep his believe cruiserweight title streak intact. He lost that belt to the no talent whore Chelsea Armstrong before and he is going to lose it again. You see kid, that’s the problem with you, youre to busy taking everything at face value. You think because Jayson Price tells you that he is the best that he is! I got news for you, shit couldn’t be farther from the truth! Let me tell you something about Jayson Price, he told us he was the best internet champ ever to hold the belt. Then came Alex Richards, who was followed by Zombie Mcmorris. You see no one talks about how the king of the internet is a king anymore! Why is that ,oh yeah because he ain’t. He didn’t beat anyone when he had that belt and he hasn’t beaten anyone when he has had the cruiser title. If he was so great at being an Internet champ why hasn’t he answered the open call from Zombie? Don’t let him cop out by saying been there done that. Jayson Price is a bitch always has been always will be. He will run from any real challenge. Need more proof fine. Look at Corey Fucking Black! Jayson cant beat him so what does he do? Fucking turns his back on is ways and joins Pantheon! Whats that old saying oh yeah if you cant beat them join them. What a fucking pussy, best thing Pantheon ever did in the umpteen years of existence was kick his sorry ass out. Only thing is they should have killed him.
Kid: But but but…
Mr. Holden: But, but, but My ass need more proof. Fine take Torture! First then are teamates, then they hate each other then they team up again only to fight each other. The sad part is, Jayson couldn’t do it alone! Nope he need Corey fucking Black to hold his hand. He needed a crutch,he needed a fall guy. Someone to blame if he lost and someone to carry his ass to victory. Well guess what kid, he doesn’t have one this week. It is just Jayson Price and Mr. Holden and you can bet as sure as the piss running through his veins he isn’t walking out of that match with the Cruiser weight championship. You see it is that simple it is what he does. He wins titles then loses them when a real champion comes alone. Price can only hide for so long and his time is up.
Now Mr. Holden is standing hovering over the small child as he starts to yell. The spit if flying from his mouth almost as if he were a rabid dog barking at a mail man,
Mr. Holden: Oh and you wanna know why my rhyming is bad, it is because I must suck at it. But seeing how I am answering all you’re questions maybe you can answer for some for me. Why do you think Jayson Price is so good? Is it because he hides behind a title he cant defend? Or is it because he whines and bitches about title shots instead of going out and earning them? Or here is another one kid why is it that Jayson Price cant beat the better champions in this Fed if he is so good? Got any answers for that? Yeah didn’t think so, oh wait here is a great question. How did Jayson Price like his 15 days of fame? You know the 15 days he called himself World Champ! The second most pathetic showing ever. What about this How do you think Jayson Price will feel about Mr. Holden when I will be holdin his title up in the air after slam?
UUUUGGGHHHH……
Two policemen tackle Mr. Holden as he is verbally bashing the little kid, who is now balled up in the fetal position crying.
Officer: Alright Mr. Holden that’s enough time to go. You have over stayed your welcome.
Mr. Holden is escorted out of the school by the officers. They release his once they exit the doors and watch him walk to his car. As he is walking Mr. Holden pulls out his cell phone and holds it to his ear.
Mr. Holden: Hey, yeah I just got done at the school. Yeah I think it went pretty well, I think I changed some lives today. But tell me why children? Oh right then younger the better less thinking to undo. Ok I will see you shortly.
As Mr. Holden hangs up the phone he looks at the screen with a sinister smirk as he quickly types something up and sends it.
BACK IN THE CLASSROOM
A message pops up on the smart board that hangs on the wall.
Carol: Oh class look, it looks like we received and email who wants to read it?
Class: ME ME ME ME ME
Carol: Ok, ok settle down I will open it.
Carol clicks the mail box icon and the message opens
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FADE TO BLACK.........
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