Post by DeMarcus Jordan on Jan 24, 2016 10:31:13 GMT -5
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: Hey DeMarcus, its Gary Halloway. If you could give me a call back as soon as you get this, I have that information you requested.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: DeMarcus, its Gary Halloway, its been three days, I need you to give me a call back. I am sitting on this information for you. Give me a call.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: DeMarcus. Its been a week since we talked. I got that information for you and down to basics, I need you to call me back so I can get paid. I am going to give you a couple days, if you don't find me, I will find you. You don't want me to find you.
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DeMarcus Jordan: (voice over) Welcome one, welcome all, to the showcase of showcases. Today we are discussing (with an echo) CONSPIRACY THEORIES.
We can't see DeMarcus, but everything he is saying is being accentuated by flying word graphics on the screen. The biggest one being Conspiracy Theories. DeMarcus has collaborated with Butch Hartman, and everything is storyboard, depicting what he is saying.
DeMarcus Jordan: New York City, September 11, 2001. The whole world was shook in some way when two passenger airplanes smashed into the twin towers also known as The World Trade Center. It was a time of terror and turmoil. 2996 people lost their lives that day, but thousands more lost their lives because of this tragedy. Thousands more injured. Millions saddened. And still, still people need to find a reason beyond the fact that America was attacked. Let us delve into a couple of these theories.
The 'bombs blew up the world trade center' theory speculates that the way the towers went down resembles more of a controlled demolition than an explosion because of planes hitting the tower. Nobody believes the 'jet fuel melted the steel' theory. There were even some witnesses, people who were there, who heard bombs going off INSIDE the building. Of course, there is no proof of this, none actually at all, but there are witnesses who going through a traumatic experience who can swear that what they heard were bombs going off...even though there was an explosion when the plane hit...
The theory of hijackers walking away from the explosions walking away from this. Even tough they were at the helm of the airplane as it collided with a building? That doesn't make a lot of sense. How what about this? Their passports were able to survive this crash. Isn't that a little fucked up? Must be true right. Must be true. Because god forbid any bit of any thing ever survive anything.
And who could forget about the numbers. New York City has 11 letters. Afghanistan has 11 letters. George W Bush has 11 letters. The twin towers...well god damnit they make an 11. Coincidence? WAIT before you make up your mind, because there is more. New York was the 11th state. The first plane to crash into the towers was flight number 11. Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers, people what is nine plus two? 11. Flight 77 which also hit the twin towers was carrying 65 people. HOLY SHIT! Six plus five, friends, 11.
WAIT A MINUTE THOUGH!!! There is more, THERE IS FUCKING MORE!!! Holy shit! The TOTAL number of victims in all of the hijacked planes, 254. TWO PLUS FIVE PLUS FOUR EQUALS 11! Also, September 11th was the 254 day in the year! Holy shit no way. These are too much to just right off. I mean, I know that if I was going to plan something like this, I would make sure all these number clues and wingdings on Microsoft Office matched up with all of these things so that people could look back and say "HOLY SHIT"
Now we see just a very close up of DeMarcus, standing against white background. He is wearing a lightly gray colored hoodie, bright blue jeans, and white sneakers. He is standing with his right fist fitted into his left palm.
DeMarcus Jordan: Seriously, what the fuck? This is the kind of shit that Holden believes. We are all just COGs in the system and that we are run by 'overlords' or some real fucked up shit like that. I didn't mean to bring up bad times with talking about 911, but its people like Holden who make tragedies like that EVEN worse. They start inciting fear and anger toward their government, who you should be afraid of and angry at, but not for something like this. Not for something like this.
So that is your problem Holden. Patrilli. Whatever the fuck you are calling yourself nowadays. I need you to understand a couple things. Number one, I look forward to whooping all the conspiracy, paranoid thoughts out of your fucking head, at least for a week following Slam. Number two, guys like you are always obsessive and fucking weird, claiming that you are the only one who is doing any 'real thinking'. And finally three, you are a fucking egotistical prick, because here is the cold hard truth of the matter you dumb ass.
Nobody cares about you enough to fucking pay attention to what you do every day, day in and day out. The government has much, much more to deal with than to be dealing with your fucking worthless, trashy, skanky, annoying fucking ass. Seriously, Holden, I need you to understand this...you are one of the WORST kinds of people that there ever was. Seriously. You not only incite panicky, but you enjoy being the dick who has to try to make everything better. You enjoy what you do and what you say and what you think and you don't give a FUCK about what it does to the general populace. And I am going to fuck you up for being that kind of person. Because I know a lot of guys who lost their shit with conspiracies like that, fucker.
DeMarcus shakes his head at the camera before walking out of the shot. Fade Out.
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*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: Look you ungrateful little piece of shit. I provided you a service, and I deserve to get paid for this service. I swear to God I am going to shoot you in the fucking face when I find you you piece of shit.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: No, I am sorry. I am didn't mean that I was going to shoot you in the face. That is illegal, and I would never do anything like that, I am a man of the law and I intend to remain a man of the law. Please, call me when you get this Mr. Jordan, I have your fuc- I mean I have your information.
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Whitey: Blacky, there was this guy who came by the shop looking for you...a Gary Halloway. He said it was important but he wouldn't tell me why he needed to see you. So I told him to fuck off. You in trouble man? Give me a call when you get this.
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The next scene takes place like a claymation project. There is three teddy bears sitting around a semi circle in what appears to be a basement. One of them is labeled "Kathy Bear", another labeled "Lilith Bear" and finally one labeled "DeMarcus Bear". Lilith Bear has a strange looking curl to on her head, Kathy Bear wears glasses, and DeMarcus Bear is fucking sexy as shit. DeMarcus's voice can again be heard as a voice over.
DeMarcus Jordan: Welcome friends, to another episode of 'The Bears'. We join our main characters talking about what each one can do. They are competing to see who can do what better. Of course, we all know which Bear will always come out on top, but lets listen in to what they are saying, shall we? We shall.
Kathy Bear: Look here little Teddy's I know that each of you have talents like none other, but we are here today to find out who the best of the teddy's are.
Lilith Bear: This isn't fair, though, Kathy Bear. I mean, we are basically the same bear. So like, we are way better aren't we, because two is always better than one?
Kathy Bear: Not necessarily Lilith Bear. You see, where I fucked Logan and Oblivion, they are great, you fucked Sarah Twilight.
Lilith Bear: Yeah, but I came back and re-branded myself better than anyone because I didn't want anyone to realize that it was indeed me who fucked Sarah Twilight, and that that is the closest I will probably come to the world title.
Kathy Bear: True. You did do that well. Really well. However, I was able to come back and rebrand myself as the best ever Asst. head of the talent relations. Right?
Lilith Bear: I think that Brad Kane did it better.
Kathy Bear: How the fuck do you know about Brad Kane? Plus he was commis-
DeMarcus Bear: HOLY SHIT WOULD YOU TWO FUCKING INSANE BLABBERING MOTHER FUCKING WASTES OF SPACE SHUT THE FUCK UP! I can't breath, I can't eat, I can't sleep, all the FUCK I ever hear is you mother fuckers talking and talking and talking. That is all you fuckers ever do is just talk shit all the time. You never fucking show up to the fucking game and prove yourself.
Lilith Bear is boring and dumb. She doesn't understand a fucking thing about the world. She is naive, shy, and fucking stupid. She is a follower. That is all she will ever be, no matter what she does to change herself, she is a follower. She doesn't have any thoughts of her own, and she can't do anything on her own. She can't do anything but without someone telling her to do it, but she prances around like she is some tough shit because she can talk trash.
Kathy Bear on the other hand, see Kathy Bear is much, much different. Similarly to Lilith Bear, Kathy Bear is a follower. Don't get it twisted because she acts as though she is in charge. But really she is nothing but KL Henson's fucking goon. She knows it, he knows it, the whole fucking WCF Galaxy knows it. She isn't in charge of anything at all. She does what she is told, nothing more and nothing less. Yeah Kathy Bear, thats fucking you.
So which one of them is better at wrestling? Neither. They both suck something awful. Thats why Kathy Bear refused to fight in her matches the last couple of times she has been in a match. She just sits there at the fucking commentary table and then tries to have a live sex show with Oblivion. That is the assistant head of talent relations of the WCF. Can you believe that? And then she is going to change the way people are paid and pay them in cookies? I mean come on you dumb bitch, the least you could of paid them in was freeze dried fucking peas, cause EVERYBODY likes cookies, and NOBODY likes freeze dried peas.
I don't like either of you. I will never like either of you. You are both pieces of one of the worst people to ever walk through the WCF. And I sincerely mean that. With all of my fucking heart, I sincerely mean that. Lilith is the obeideint, weak, shit talker, where Kathy is the attitude. Put them all together and you have one person who is barely a person. So you know what its on me to do, you fucking whore bears?
You leave me, DeMarcus Bear, the only choice there is when I am in a fucking match with two fucking people in one body, and that my friends, is whoop some fucking bitch ass. Thats right. Kathy, I am going to whoop the Lilith out of your fucking ass, because then you will just be an annoying piece of shit, rather than a talkative, shitty, annoying piece of shit. Thats the worst part about you. You talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. But at Slam, I am going to shut that fucking mouth of yours. Because its too fucking big. Oh, and Kathy Bear, this is one fucking bear dick you ain't getting in your bear mouth, bitch.
DeMarcus Bear walks away, leaving the other two bears staring in awe. The scene fades to black...
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Grayson Pierce: Hey DeMarcus, its Grayson, give me a call when you get this man, I got a call from a guy named Gary something or the other, says he is looking for you but he couldn't tell me why. Whats going on man, you ok?
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Bonnie Blue: Hey DeMarcus, this feller Gary called me and said he was lookin' for you. He gave me his number if you needed it, I told him to get lost. You in trouble? Oh, its Bonnie by the way. Call me.
*BEEP*
Andre Holmes: Hey man, its Andre. First thing, if that fucker Wolfram fucks with you this week, I got your back man, hands down. Second, this guy stopped by my house today, Halloway. Gave me a number for you to call...apparently has something for you. Let me know if you need help with him. Fucking assholes man. See ya.
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We return to a shot of DeMarcus wearing make up that is set to look like decaying, rotting flesh. He has long, scraggly, white and gray hair coming down from his decaying head, but just a few strands, its very thin and barley visible. He is wearing a torn up, dirty tuxedo. There is a big, yellow flower resting on his lapel, and finally, he sits in a very large, elaborate throne. Basically, he is the Crypt Keeper.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hello there, kiddies. Gather round gather round,today we are going to hear a scary, scary story. Yes this story is scary than the story of the boogie man laying underneath your bed. This story is scarier than the story of Norman Bates killing the young woman in the shower and then dumping her car in the river, and then him dressing up like his dead mother. Sorry, spoiler alert. Its even scarier than that clown who lived in the sewer system and terrorized the town. This is the story of a man who is pretty much a mixture of all three of them, and much much worse. That man is the terrifying, scary, wretched KL Henson.
As you can see I am dressed like him today to help convey the message of how truly terrifying this young man is. He goes around town, stalking people to the best of his abilities, scaring children in their sleep, and knocking on peoples doors and running away. Satan. But not many people know the real KL Henson, they just see the monster on the outside who fucked with my homie Grayson. But they will, soon, because I am here to expose KL Henson for what he really is. A cheap, phony, BITCH!
First of all I want everyone to understand this man that everyone is so afraid of is so fucking small. He is tiny. Tiny people can't fuck with you. Tiny people can't do anything, because here is the difference, tiny people can do things, but not tiny people like this mother fucker. Because this mother fucker isn't just tiny on the outside, he is incredibly tiny on the inside. He is insecure, and that is why he likes to take advantage over everyone. Instead of just doing his business and thats it, he had to try to come up and be the number one guy, not by winning, cause god forbid he could win, no he did in the way that all true bitches and pussies do things, go to the boss and wah wah until you get your way. Congrats Henson, you are not the HEAD of talent relations. Good job getting a title you did nothing to deserve or earn.
But really KL, you are the scary one of this team. See Holden, you have manipulated so far gone that he is never coming back to whatever the fuck Patrilli was. And Kathy, well Kathy is so far gone on fucking pain medications and bullshit there is no way she could ever really be any kind of threat to anyone. But you, Henson. You are the scary one. You are the wild card. You are the fucking crazy, psycho analyst. You are the only one on your team who is smart. And that, that is what makes you so dangerous KL. Because you think with your mother fucking head, not with your pussy or letting someone else think for you.
But you know what KL? Neither is Tiffani, neither is Cormack, but most importantly, neither am I. I don't fuck around. I don't let other people do my thinking, and I do not think with my mother fucking dick. My dick has enough to deal with without bringing it into a fucking wrestling match. I am constantly thinking in the ring, and I know you are too KL, however I don't over thing or over analyse anything, and I am pretty sure that you would. I am pretty sure that you are the overthinking of the wrestling world, and thats the thing, buddy, I will wait.
I am going to wait until that one fucking moment when you really, really, REALLY just FUCK up. You are going to slip up somewhere because of the way I have noticed your fucking brain works. You are going to over analyse or over thing something, and I am going to make my move and continue whooping your creepy little ass. And honestly Henson, its not because I hate you. Its not because I need to prove myself to you, because you know, you aren't worth shit. You haven't been dishonest or shady or anything like that to me friend. I am going to fucking whoop your ass because, straight up, you creep the FUCK out of me. You look like the human representation of what a maggot would look like. And I need to get you off of TV before a bunch of fucking kids start having scary ass nightmares. Because you are a little creep.
His phone rings and interuppts the shoot. He looks down at it...Gary Halloway...
A long, deep sigh, and he finally answers the phone.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hello?
Gary Halloway: Holy fucking shit, if it isn't DeMarcus Jordan, the fucking man who does not exist apparently.
DeMarcus Jordan: Yo, Gary, I have been busy. But you have managed too bother everyone in my life enough to where if one of them hears from you again, I will get my ass kicked.
Gary Halloway: Thats what I like to hear. Look, I am outside of this studio you are in. I need you to come out, get in my car, and get this information from me. And then I need you to pay me seven hundred dollars.
DeMarcus Jordan: But. It was supposed to be 400.
Gary Halloway: Yeah, and you made me wait so fucking long, I tacked on 300. Got it?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah...yeah ok. I'll be out there soon.
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DeMarcus moved quick through the parking lot, looking for the beige colored sedan that was Gary Halloway's car. He finds it and knocks on the passenger side window. Gary looks over at him and nods, and unlocks the door. DeMarcus climbs in the car and shuts the door after him, then pulls out all the money.
Gary Halloway: This ain't a drug deal kid, don't be so secretive.
DeMarcus Jordan: That is racist.
Gary Halloway: Its not because you are black dumbass, its because you are acting so secretive. Here is a lesson for you kid, not everything is race.
DeMarcus Jordan: Well, here is a lesson for you, most everything is race.
Gary Halloway: Look here is the information.
Gary hands DeMarcus an orange colored envelope.
Gary Halloway: So, apparently your father-
DeMarcus Jordan: No...um. Actually I decided I don't really want to know.
Gary Halloway: You made me do all that work for nothing?
DeMarcus Jordan: No. I got it right here, and if, you know, I am ever ready to find out.
Gary Halloway: Get the fuck out of my car you dumb shit. God. I don't need this pussy bullshit.
DeMarcus steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Gary drives away, DeMarcus stares at the envelope in his hand.
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Gary Halloway: Hey DeMarcus, its Gary Halloway. If you could give me a call back as soon as you get this, I have that information you requested.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: DeMarcus, its Gary Halloway, its been three days, I need you to give me a call back. I am sitting on this information for you. Give me a call.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: DeMarcus. Its been a week since we talked. I got that information for you and down to basics, I need you to call me back so I can get paid. I am going to give you a couple days, if you don't find me, I will find you. You don't want me to find you.
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DeMarcus Jordan: (voice over) Welcome one, welcome all, to the showcase of showcases. Today we are discussing (with an echo) CONSPIRACY THEORIES.
We can't see DeMarcus, but everything he is saying is being accentuated by flying word graphics on the screen. The biggest one being Conspiracy Theories. DeMarcus has collaborated with Butch Hartman, and everything is storyboard, depicting what he is saying.
DeMarcus Jordan: New York City, September 11, 2001. The whole world was shook in some way when two passenger airplanes smashed into the twin towers also known as The World Trade Center. It was a time of terror and turmoil. 2996 people lost their lives that day, but thousands more lost their lives because of this tragedy. Thousands more injured. Millions saddened. And still, still people need to find a reason beyond the fact that America was attacked. Let us delve into a couple of these theories.
The 'bombs blew up the world trade center' theory speculates that the way the towers went down resembles more of a controlled demolition than an explosion because of planes hitting the tower. Nobody believes the 'jet fuel melted the steel' theory. There were even some witnesses, people who were there, who heard bombs going off INSIDE the building. Of course, there is no proof of this, none actually at all, but there are witnesses who going through a traumatic experience who can swear that what they heard were bombs going off...even though there was an explosion when the plane hit...
The theory of hijackers walking away from the explosions walking away from this. Even tough they were at the helm of the airplane as it collided with a building? That doesn't make a lot of sense. How what about this? Their passports were able to survive this crash. Isn't that a little fucked up? Must be true right. Must be true. Because god forbid any bit of any thing ever survive anything.
And who could forget about the numbers. New York City has 11 letters. Afghanistan has 11 letters. George W Bush has 11 letters. The twin towers...well god damnit they make an 11. Coincidence? WAIT before you make up your mind, because there is more. New York was the 11th state. The first plane to crash into the towers was flight number 11. Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers, people what is nine plus two? 11. Flight 77 which also hit the twin towers was carrying 65 people. HOLY SHIT! Six plus five, friends, 11.
WAIT A MINUTE THOUGH!!! There is more, THERE IS FUCKING MORE!!! Holy shit! The TOTAL number of victims in all of the hijacked planes, 254. TWO PLUS FIVE PLUS FOUR EQUALS 11! Also, September 11th was the 254 day in the year! Holy shit no way. These are too much to just right off. I mean, I know that if I was going to plan something like this, I would make sure all these number clues and wingdings on Microsoft Office matched up with all of these things so that people could look back and say "HOLY SHIT"
Now we see just a very close up of DeMarcus, standing against white background. He is wearing a lightly gray colored hoodie, bright blue jeans, and white sneakers. He is standing with his right fist fitted into his left palm.
DeMarcus Jordan: Seriously, what the fuck? This is the kind of shit that Holden believes. We are all just COGs in the system and that we are run by 'overlords' or some real fucked up shit like that. I didn't mean to bring up bad times with talking about 911, but its people like Holden who make tragedies like that EVEN worse. They start inciting fear and anger toward their government, who you should be afraid of and angry at, but not for something like this. Not for something like this.
So that is your problem Holden. Patrilli. Whatever the fuck you are calling yourself nowadays. I need you to understand a couple things. Number one, I look forward to whooping all the conspiracy, paranoid thoughts out of your fucking head, at least for a week following Slam. Number two, guys like you are always obsessive and fucking weird, claiming that you are the only one who is doing any 'real thinking'. And finally three, you are a fucking egotistical prick, because here is the cold hard truth of the matter you dumb ass.
Nobody cares about you enough to fucking pay attention to what you do every day, day in and day out. The government has much, much more to deal with than to be dealing with your fucking worthless, trashy, skanky, annoying fucking ass. Seriously, Holden, I need you to understand this...you are one of the WORST kinds of people that there ever was. Seriously. You not only incite panicky, but you enjoy being the dick who has to try to make everything better. You enjoy what you do and what you say and what you think and you don't give a FUCK about what it does to the general populace. And I am going to fuck you up for being that kind of person. Because I know a lot of guys who lost their shit with conspiracies like that, fucker.
DeMarcus shakes his head at the camera before walking out of the shot. Fade Out.
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Gary Halloway: Look you ungrateful little piece of shit. I provided you a service, and I deserve to get paid for this service. I swear to God I am going to shoot you in the fucking face when I find you you piece of shit.
*BEEP*
Gary Halloway: No, I am sorry. I am didn't mean that I was going to shoot you in the face. That is illegal, and I would never do anything like that, I am a man of the law and I intend to remain a man of the law. Please, call me when you get this Mr. Jordan, I have your fuc- I mean I have your information.
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Whitey: Blacky, there was this guy who came by the shop looking for you...a Gary Halloway. He said it was important but he wouldn't tell me why he needed to see you. So I told him to fuck off. You in trouble man? Give me a call when you get this.
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The next scene takes place like a claymation project. There is three teddy bears sitting around a semi circle in what appears to be a basement. One of them is labeled "Kathy Bear", another labeled "Lilith Bear" and finally one labeled "DeMarcus Bear". Lilith Bear has a strange looking curl to on her head, Kathy Bear wears glasses, and DeMarcus Bear is fucking sexy as shit. DeMarcus's voice can again be heard as a voice over.
DeMarcus Jordan: Welcome friends, to another episode of 'The Bears'. We join our main characters talking about what each one can do. They are competing to see who can do what better. Of course, we all know which Bear will always come out on top, but lets listen in to what they are saying, shall we? We shall.
Kathy Bear: Look here little Teddy's I know that each of you have talents like none other, but we are here today to find out who the best of the teddy's are.
Lilith Bear: This isn't fair, though, Kathy Bear. I mean, we are basically the same bear. So like, we are way better aren't we, because two is always better than one?
Kathy Bear: Not necessarily Lilith Bear. You see, where I fucked Logan and Oblivion, they are great, you fucked Sarah Twilight.
Lilith Bear: Yeah, but I came back and re-branded myself better than anyone because I didn't want anyone to realize that it was indeed me who fucked Sarah Twilight, and that that is the closest I will probably come to the world title.
Kathy Bear: True. You did do that well. Really well. However, I was able to come back and rebrand myself as the best ever Asst. head of the talent relations. Right?
Lilith Bear: I think that Brad Kane did it better.
Kathy Bear: How the fuck do you know about Brad Kane? Plus he was commis-
DeMarcus Bear: HOLY SHIT WOULD YOU TWO FUCKING INSANE BLABBERING MOTHER FUCKING WASTES OF SPACE SHUT THE FUCK UP! I can't breath, I can't eat, I can't sleep, all the FUCK I ever hear is you mother fuckers talking and talking and talking. That is all you fuckers ever do is just talk shit all the time. You never fucking show up to the fucking game and prove yourself.
Lilith Bear is boring and dumb. She doesn't understand a fucking thing about the world. She is naive, shy, and fucking stupid. She is a follower. That is all she will ever be, no matter what she does to change herself, she is a follower. She doesn't have any thoughts of her own, and she can't do anything on her own. She can't do anything but without someone telling her to do it, but she prances around like she is some tough shit because she can talk trash.
Kathy Bear on the other hand, see Kathy Bear is much, much different. Similarly to Lilith Bear, Kathy Bear is a follower. Don't get it twisted because she acts as though she is in charge. But really she is nothing but KL Henson's fucking goon. She knows it, he knows it, the whole fucking WCF Galaxy knows it. She isn't in charge of anything at all. She does what she is told, nothing more and nothing less. Yeah Kathy Bear, thats fucking you.
So which one of them is better at wrestling? Neither. They both suck something awful. Thats why Kathy Bear refused to fight in her matches the last couple of times she has been in a match. She just sits there at the fucking commentary table and then tries to have a live sex show with Oblivion. That is the assistant head of talent relations of the WCF. Can you believe that? And then she is going to change the way people are paid and pay them in cookies? I mean come on you dumb bitch, the least you could of paid them in was freeze dried fucking peas, cause EVERYBODY likes cookies, and NOBODY likes freeze dried peas.
I don't like either of you. I will never like either of you. You are both pieces of one of the worst people to ever walk through the WCF. And I sincerely mean that. With all of my fucking heart, I sincerely mean that. Lilith is the obeideint, weak, shit talker, where Kathy is the attitude. Put them all together and you have one person who is barely a person. So you know what its on me to do, you fucking whore bears?
You leave me, DeMarcus Bear, the only choice there is when I am in a fucking match with two fucking people in one body, and that my friends, is whoop some fucking bitch ass. Thats right. Kathy, I am going to whoop the Lilith out of your fucking ass, because then you will just be an annoying piece of shit, rather than a talkative, shitty, annoying piece of shit. Thats the worst part about you. You talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. But at Slam, I am going to shut that fucking mouth of yours. Because its too fucking big. Oh, and Kathy Bear, this is one fucking bear dick you ain't getting in your bear mouth, bitch.
DeMarcus Bear walks away, leaving the other two bears staring in awe. The scene fades to black...
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Grayson Pierce: Hey DeMarcus, its Grayson, give me a call when you get this man, I got a call from a guy named Gary something or the other, says he is looking for you but he couldn't tell me why. Whats going on man, you ok?
*BEEP*
Bonnie Blue: Hey DeMarcus, this feller Gary called me and said he was lookin' for you. He gave me his number if you needed it, I told him to get lost. You in trouble? Oh, its Bonnie by the way. Call me.
*BEEP*
Andre Holmes: Hey man, its Andre. First thing, if that fucker Wolfram fucks with you this week, I got your back man, hands down. Second, this guy stopped by my house today, Halloway. Gave me a number for you to call...apparently has something for you. Let me know if you need help with him. Fucking assholes man. See ya.
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We return to a shot of DeMarcus wearing make up that is set to look like decaying, rotting flesh. He has long, scraggly, white and gray hair coming down from his decaying head, but just a few strands, its very thin and barley visible. He is wearing a torn up, dirty tuxedo. There is a big, yellow flower resting on his lapel, and finally, he sits in a very large, elaborate throne. Basically, he is the Crypt Keeper.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hello there, kiddies. Gather round gather round,today we are going to hear a scary, scary story. Yes this story is scary than the story of the boogie man laying underneath your bed. This story is scarier than the story of Norman Bates killing the young woman in the shower and then dumping her car in the river, and then him dressing up like his dead mother. Sorry, spoiler alert. Its even scarier than that clown who lived in the sewer system and terrorized the town. This is the story of a man who is pretty much a mixture of all three of them, and much much worse. That man is the terrifying, scary, wretched KL Henson.
As you can see I am dressed like him today to help convey the message of how truly terrifying this young man is. He goes around town, stalking people to the best of his abilities, scaring children in their sleep, and knocking on peoples doors and running away. Satan. But not many people know the real KL Henson, they just see the monster on the outside who fucked with my homie Grayson. But they will, soon, because I am here to expose KL Henson for what he really is. A cheap, phony, BITCH!
First of all I want everyone to understand this man that everyone is so afraid of is so fucking small. He is tiny. Tiny people can't fuck with you. Tiny people can't do anything, because here is the difference, tiny people can do things, but not tiny people like this mother fucker. Because this mother fucker isn't just tiny on the outside, he is incredibly tiny on the inside. He is insecure, and that is why he likes to take advantage over everyone. Instead of just doing his business and thats it, he had to try to come up and be the number one guy, not by winning, cause god forbid he could win, no he did in the way that all true bitches and pussies do things, go to the boss and wah wah until you get your way. Congrats Henson, you are not the HEAD of talent relations. Good job getting a title you did nothing to deserve or earn.
But really KL, you are the scary one of this team. See Holden, you have manipulated so far gone that he is never coming back to whatever the fuck Patrilli was. And Kathy, well Kathy is so far gone on fucking pain medications and bullshit there is no way she could ever really be any kind of threat to anyone. But you, Henson. You are the scary one. You are the wild card. You are the fucking crazy, psycho analyst. You are the only one on your team who is smart. And that, that is what makes you so dangerous KL. Because you think with your mother fucking head, not with your pussy or letting someone else think for you.
But you know what KL? Neither is Tiffani, neither is Cormack, but most importantly, neither am I. I don't fuck around. I don't let other people do my thinking, and I do not think with my mother fucking dick. My dick has enough to deal with without bringing it into a fucking wrestling match. I am constantly thinking in the ring, and I know you are too KL, however I don't over thing or over analyse anything, and I am pretty sure that you would. I am pretty sure that you are the overthinking of the wrestling world, and thats the thing, buddy, I will wait.
I am going to wait until that one fucking moment when you really, really, REALLY just FUCK up. You are going to slip up somewhere because of the way I have noticed your fucking brain works. You are going to over analyse or over thing something, and I am going to make my move and continue whooping your creepy little ass. And honestly Henson, its not because I hate you. Its not because I need to prove myself to you, because you know, you aren't worth shit. You haven't been dishonest or shady or anything like that to me friend. I am going to fucking whoop your ass because, straight up, you creep the FUCK out of me. You look like the human representation of what a maggot would look like. And I need to get you off of TV before a bunch of fucking kids start having scary ass nightmares. Because you are a little creep.
His phone rings and interuppts the shoot. He looks down at it...Gary Halloway...
A long, deep sigh, and he finally answers the phone.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hello?
Gary Halloway: Holy fucking shit, if it isn't DeMarcus Jordan, the fucking man who does not exist apparently.
DeMarcus Jordan: Yo, Gary, I have been busy. But you have managed too bother everyone in my life enough to where if one of them hears from you again, I will get my ass kicked.
Gary Halloway: Thats what I like to hear. Look, I am outside of this studio you are in. I need you to come out, get in my car, and get this information from me. And then I need you to pay me seven hundred dollars.
DeMarcus Jordan: But. It was supposed to be 400.
Gary Halloway: Yeah, and you made me wait so fucking long, I tacked on 300. Got it?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah...yeah ok. I'll be out there soon.
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DeMarcus moved quick through the parking lot, looking for the beige colored sedan that was Gary Halloway's car. He finds it and knocks on the passenger side window. Gary looks over at him and nods, and unlocks the door. DeMarcus climbs in the car and shuts the door after him, then pulls out all the money.
Gary Halloway: This ain't a drug deal kid, don't be so secretive.
DeMarcus Jordan: That is racist.
Gary Halloway: Its not because you are black dumbass, its because you are acting so secretive. Here is a lesson for you kid, not everything is race.
DeMarcus Jordan: Well, here is a lesson for you, most everything is race.
Gary Halloway: Look here is the information.
Gary hands DeMarcus an orange colored envelope.
Gary Halloway: So, apparently your father-
DeMarcus Jordan: No...um. Actually I decided I don't really want to know.
Gary Halloway: You made me do all that work for nothing?
DeMarcus Jordan: No. I got it right here, and if, you know, I am ever ready to find out.
Gary Halloway: Get the fuck out of my car you dumb shit. God. I don't need this pussy bullshit.
DeMarcus steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Gary drives away, DeMarcus stares at the envelope in his hand.
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