Post by cVc™ on Mar 5, 2016 19:55:51 GMT -5
The RAD RUSSIAN:Hungry Eyes
CHAPTER TWO
The scene opens up in Beaver Creek, WV. The Beaver family have farmed here since the town's inception. Preacher Jacob Beaver, the husband slash manager of The Rad Russian. The farm is huge with many sheds and small barns throughout. A WCF camera crew pull up on the gravel driveway. They have driven many miles to shoot a Rad Russian promo. Preacher Jacobs sits inside the small farmhouse rocking back and forth in a rocking chair when he hears the van pull up out front. He stands up then peers out the living room window. The white work van with “WCF” plastered across the side answers his question.
The crew piles out of the van. The camera man hurries to catch up to the WCF Producer. He walks up on the front porch and begins to knock on the door. Preacher Jacob walks to the front door on the inside and twists the knob. He pulls the door open to face the WCF Producer.
Preacher Jacob: What do you want?
WCF Producer: We are here to do a promo shoot with 31. The Rad Russian, I mean.
Preacher Jacob stares the men down before he points to a small shed off in the distance. They all turn to the building as he continues.
Preacher Jacob: 31 is out there in “it’s” shed. It shit in the floor again so I put her back out there in the shed.
The crew appears shocked that a grown woman would take a dump in a floor of a house. Jacob closes the front door and they all head off towards 31’s shed. “SLANE!” a raspy voice screams from inside the shed. “Slane!” once again calls out. The crew and Jacob line up at the shed door as he unlocks the master lock with a key from around his neck. He twists the knob then pulls the door open suddenly. The crew all gasp as The Rad Russian is laid out on seven or eight bales of hay with it’s penis laid over to the side so “it” can rub one out with its girl parts. A big poster of cVc hangs above the hay bed but 31 is holding the WCF Magazine looking at a picture of Slane to rub one out.
Preacher Jacob: YOU STOP THAT NOW! You are gonna rub that bean plum off that beaver if you don’t stop doing that shit all day!
The crew all blush at the lingo the Preacher uses.
Preacher Jacob: Pull them britches up and get your ass ready for a promo! You look like someone has beat you with a bag of dicks. Look better!
Preacher Jacob then turns and exits the small shed. The producer walks in as the huge wrestler fixes it’s blue panties. It’s adjusts it’s sundress and laces up the knee high chuck taylors up tight. 31 then faces the producer with a smile.
WCF Producer: Hello 31. I just want to ask you a few questions. Alright?
The Rad Russian nods with approval.
WCF Producer: Do you feel like you can win the tv title this week on SLAM?
31 blushes again with her eyes full of wonder.
The Rad Russian: Me… Me want to pin Slane down. Me want to show Slane that I am real female.
The producer grins a tad before he continues.
WCF Producer: Oh believe me we could tell you want to pin Slane.
The Rad Russian rises up off the bed. The seven foot tall frame will not all fit so it has to bend its head down to face the small crew.
The Rad Russian: Me want to show the whole world that me can rassle. Me be champion.
The producer then leans in close to ask another question.
WCF Producer: Are you being held here against your will?
A sad, pathetic and whipped look crosses the wrestlers face.
The Rad Russian: No. Me want to be here.
WCF Producer: I see. Do you think you can beat Travis Tusk, Great Power Buti and Slane?
The Rad Russian: Me know me can do it. Me want to feel Great Power Buti’s booty in my palm. Me bet it feels squishy and good.
WCF Producer: What about Travis Tusk?
The Rad Russian: Me thinks he jumps around too much. Me can show him where the wild goose goes.
Preacher Jacob wonders back to the doorway of the shed.
WCF Producer: 31… Do you want us to tell the police to come save you?
Preacher Jacob pushes his way through the small crew to get up in the producers face.
Preacher Jacob: What do you mean “save” it? 31 is here of her own free will. Living in a shed is just part of her training!
The producer shakes his head with disgust. He points at a bucket in the corner that flies are hovering above.
WCF Producer: So you make 31 shit in a bucket and live here for training? This shed is unfit for a dog to live in much less a person.
Preacher Jacob: I want you all off my property. Finish this shit up before I go get my rattlesnakes and turn them loose in here!
The Rad Russian falls back to the bed of hay and uses an empty feed sack to cover its eyes with. The producer hovers above the russian.
WCF Producer: We really could help you, 31. Are you sure you don’t want us to inform the authorities of your current situation?
The russian rolls over to face the producer suddenly.
The Rad Russian: Me thinks you should run. Rattlesnakes will kill if not careful.
WCF Producer: What?
Preacher Jacob storms back into the shed with two handfuls of rattlesnakes. He turns them loose in the shed and the crew scatters. The cameraman piles out the door and trips over the foot of the producer! All of the men hurry out of the small shed tripping over their own feet to get out. Jacob laughs as the serpents crawl off in every direction. 31 sits on the bed of hay weeping. 31’s fear of snakes causes this.
Preacher Jacob: Don’t you ever come back!
The van makes a u-turn in the yard to escape. The crew flies off into the night away from the farm at high speed. Jacob snatches up a rattlesnake and walks back into the shed.
Preacher Jacob: You are a monster. You have both female and male parts. This makes you an abomination. No one will ever truly love you. No one could ever be proud to have you. You are a beast that should have been murdered in the womb. You will never be a real person that has a real life.
The preacher walks out of the shed. 31 continues to cry as he slams the door behind him. The noise on the door indicates he is locking the master lock to ensure “it” can’t escape. Thirty one reaches off to the side of the hay bed. It pulls up a small battery powered cassette player. The big russian pushes “Play”. “Hungry Eyes” begins to play as 31 drifts off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The scene opens up in Beaver Creek, WV. The Beaver family have farmed here since the town's inception. Preacher Jacob Beaver, the husband slash manager of The Rad Russian. The farm is huge with many sheds and small barns throughout. A WCF camera crew pull up on the gravel driveway. They have driven many miles to shoot a Rad Russian promo. Preacher Jacobs sits inside the small farmhouse rocking back and forth in a rocking chair when he hears the van pull up out front. He stands up then peers out the living room window. The white work van with “WCF” plastered across the side answers his question.
The crew piles out of the van. The camera man hurries to catch up to the WCF Producer. He walks up on the front porch and begins to knock on the door. Preacher Jacob walks to the front door on the inside and twists the knob. He pulls the door open to face the WCF Producer.
Preacher Jacob: What do you want?
WCF Producer: We are here to do a promo shoot with 31. The Rad Russian, I mean.
Preacher Jacob stares the men down before he points to a small shed off in the distance. They all turn to the building as he continues.
Preacher Jacob: 31 is out there in “it’s” shed. It shit in the floor again so I put her back out there in the shed.
The crew appears shocked that a grown woman would take a dump in a floor of a house. Jacob closes the front door and they all head off towards 31’s shed. “SLANE!” a raspy voice screams from inside the shed. “Slane!” once again calls out. The crew and Jacob line up at the shed door as he unlocks the master lock with a key from around his neck. He twists the knob then pulls the door open suddenly. The crew all gasp as The Rad Russian is laid out on seven or eight bales of hay with it’s penis laid over to the side so “it” can rub one out with its girl parts. A big poster of cVc hangs above the hay bed but 31 is holding the WCF Magazine looking at a picture of Slane to rub one out.
Preacher Jacob: YOU STOP THAT NOW! You are gonna rub that bean plum off that beaver if you don’t stop doing that shit all day!
The crew all blush at the lingo the Preacher uses.
Preacher Jacob: Pull them britches up and get your ass ready for a promo! You look like someone has beat you with a bag of dicks. Look better!
Preacher Jacob then turns and exits the small shed. The producer walks in as the huge wrestler fixes it’s blue panties. It’s adjusts it’s sundress and laces up the knee high chuck taylors up tight. 31 then faces the producer with a smile.
WCF Producer: Hello 31. I just want to ask you a few questions. Alright?
The Rad Russian nods with approval.
WCF Producer: Do you feel like you can win the tv title this week on SLAM?
31 blushes again with her eyes full of wonder.
The Rad Russian: Me… Me want to pin Slane down. Me want to show Slane that I am real female.
The producer grins a tad before he continues.
WCF Producer: Oh believe me we could tell you want to pin Slane.
The Rad Russian rises up off the bed. The seven foot tall frame will not all fit so it has to bend its head down to face the small crew.
The Rad Russian: Me want to show the whole world that me can rassle. Me be champion.
The producer then leans in close to ask another question.
WCF Producer: Are you being held here against your will?
A sad, pathetic and whipped look crosses the wrestlers face.
The Rad Russian: No. Me want to be here.
WCF Producer: I see. Do you think you can beat Travis Tusk, Great Power Buti and Slane?
The Rad Russian: Me know me can do it. Me want to feel Great Power Buti’s booty in my palm. Me bet it feels squishy and good.
WCF Producer: What about Travis Tusk?
The Rad Russian: Me thinks he jumps around too much. Me can show him where the wild goose goes.
Preacher Jacob wonders back to the doorway of the shed.
WCF Producer: 31… Do you want us to tell the police to come save you?
Preacher Jacob pushes his way through the small crew to get up in the producers face.
Preacher Jacob: What do you mean “save” it? 31 is here of her own free will. Living in a shed is just part of her training!
The producer shakes his head with disgust. He points at a bucket in the corner that flies are hovering above.
WCF Producer: So you make 31 shit in a bucket and live here for training? This shed is unfit for a dog to live in much less a person.
Preacher Jacob: I want you all off my property. Finish this shit up before I go get my rattlesnakes and turn them loose in here!
The Rad Russian falls back to the bed of hay and uses an empty feed sack to cover its eyes with. The producer hovers above the russian.
WCF Producer: We really could help you, 31. Are you sure you don’t want us to inform the authorities of your current situation?
The russian rolls over to face the producer suddenly.
The Rad Russian: Me thinks you should run. Rattlesnakes will kill if not careful.
WCF Producer: What?
Preacher Jacob storms back into the shed with two handfuls of rattlesnakes. He turns them loose in the shed and the crew scatters. The cameraman piles out the door and trips over the foot of the producer! All of the men hurry out of the small shed tripping over their own feet to get out. Jacob laughs as the serpents crawl off in every direction. 31 sits on the bed of hay weeping. 31’s fear of snakes causes this.
Preacher Jacob: Don’t you ever come back!
The van makes a u-turn in the yard to escape. The crew flies off into the night away from the farm at high speed. Jacob snatches up a rattlesnake and walks back into the shed.
Preacher Jacob: You are a monster. You have both female and male parts. This makes you an abomination. No one will ever truly love you. No one could ever be proud to have you. You are a beast that should have been murdered in the womb. You will never be a real person that has a real life.
The preacher walks out of the shed. 31 continues to cry as he slams the door behind him. The noise on the door indicates he is locking the master lock to ensure “it” can’t escape. Thirty one reaches off to the side of the hay bed. It pulls up a small battery powered cassette player. The big russian pushes “Play”. “Hungry Eyes” begins to play as 31 drifts off to sleep.
The END.
