Rose by any other name is a troll looking man beast...
Mar 11, 2018 22:35:16 GMT -5
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Post by T.F.K. on Mar 11, 2018 22:35:16 GMT -5
Cameras roll from black and Thad dressed in a black and blue 3 piece Armani suit with his newly acquired US title draped over his shoulder sits watching a sound stage next to his dad, Jefferson King who is wearing a matching suit as his son's.
Thad leans over to Jefferson who hasn't taken his eyes off the wiry white man parading around in a blue Luchador mask in front of three well stacked Latinas.
(TFK)
“So we're twinsing… Are you Arnie and I'm DaVito?”
Jefferson lightly smiles showing a little bit of amusement before shutting Thad down.
(Jefferson King)
“Shut up, can't you see I'm making a picture here?
Thad bounces back to his chair and watches the poor man’s lucha spinning around on top of one of the latina’s backs in an old school wrestling type maneuver.
(TFK)
“Come on, dad, that's not even a sanctioned move.”
Jefferson puts his fingers out making a picture frame around the shot before him.
(Jefferson King)
“Wait for it, Franklin… He's about to go for the Gordita roll up.”
Just then, the Lucha rolls up the Latina for a piss poor cover.
(TFK)
That's not even a real cover… What kind of amateur did you bring in for this thing?
Just then the lucha gets shoved off the portly Latina and he rolls in front of Thad and Jefferson.
(Jefferson King)
CUT!
The lucha stands up and stares at Jefferson with a stupid grin on his face.
(Paulito Gringo)
Que pasa buuuuuddy!
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Paulie, is that you?
Thad looks at Jefferson.
(TFK)
The fuck, dad?
Jefferson shrugs.
(Jefferson King)
What? You have a punch out with the guy outside of the Damn Viper Room and you expect me not to play damage control? I am fucking VIP there, Franklin.
(TFK)
Well I'm sorry, dad, but THIS guy in one of your films? Have you lowered your artful eye that much?
(Paulito Gringo)
I'm a weasel, buuuuuddy!
(Jefferson King)
Paulito Gringo is to my film as Forrest Gump was to Robert Zemeckis’s award winning blockbuster.
Jefferson snaps his fingers at Paulito.
(Jefferson King)
Paulito get back in there and cover those gorditas!
Paulito walks onto the stage with an over animated waltz and the stacked girls start whooping at him.
(Jefferson King)
If you don't mind, Franklin, I have some fucky fucky to shoot.
(TFK)
Do you, I have to go find Craig.
Jefferson shrugs.
(Jefferson King)
I sent him to get us some Starbucks an hour ago… so good luck with that.
Thad stands up from his director's chair and he stares at the lucha grinding his junk on one of the giant women’s shoulder.
(TFK)
Ugh no class whatsoever…
Thad exits the film studio and as he's headed toward his car in the parking lot, he runs into Nikki who is dressed up as an Arab harem girl with loose fitting pink silk.
(TFK)
Well hello, Nikki. Looking like a cheap whore version of Princess Jasmine I see. Gonna shag on a magic carpet for my old man later?
Nikki tries to cover herself up a bit but quickly replies.
(Nikki)
I'm only doing this until a bigger role comes my way. Your father already sent headshots of me already to the movie execs he knows.
Thad nods along and then smirks.
(TFK)
Right… Well my father is a huge success for a reason and I'm sure you'll find out sooner, rather than later.
Thad goes to walk away but Nikki grabs him by the arm.
(Nikki)
Wait, what do you mean by that?
Thad attempts to stop his dickish approach.
(TFK)
If you believe anything I say, believe me here now. My dad gets off on turning those good girls bad and you're just another trophy for him.
Nikki crosses her arms and hmphs at Thad.
(Nikki)
Your father is a means to an ends and that is all.
Thad rolls his eyes.
(TFK)
That's what they all say sweetheart… Before you know it, you're gonna be on the business end of a Paulito Gringo Sunrise.
Nikki goes to ask what that is and Thad puts his right palm in front of her face.
(TFK)
If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
Thad winks at Nikki.
(TFK)
Good luck in there.
Thad walks away laughing as Nikki taps her foot in his direction.
(Nikki)
What an ass hole…
The scene slowly fades to black.
We reopen with the godlike camera staring at Thad with his monkey suit on and his US title draped over his shoulder smiling in an old boxing gym.
Thad pats his title and nods to the camera.
(TFK)
Like my hero Burt Reynolds…. I did what they said could not be done. I am THEE FIRST ACTION WRESTLING UNITED STATES CHAMPION. People saw that big jack off, John Frost finally putting a stop to me where he failed before… He flopped like he was already destined to do. Then everyone was clambering about this Dion Necurat guy, thinking he was going to outshine me.
Thad shakes his head.
(TFK)
Dion was sorely mistaken, wasn't he?
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
No matter the names that were placed next to mine on that card… There wasn't a single word mentioned about my opponent this week. Rose…
Thad shines his title a bit and then looks back to the godlike camera.
(TFK)
That performance out there… That power… Jesus lady, you were as stiff out there as the adam's apple that dangles in your gullet.
Thad pumps the brakes a bit.
(TFK)
Ah that's right I shouldn't be THAT guy… Calling Rose out for her manly features is bush league and it'll get someone punched… But the truth of the matter is, if TFK was one to be too afraid to speak his mind freely… Well.
Thad shrugs.
(TFK)
I wouldn't be your US Champion and I certainly be Thaddeus Franklin King… But let me give my opponent a little bit more respect than just writing her off as a Fabio stunt double.
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
The chick is strong and she knows her way around a ring… But that's only going to get her so far in this industry. What about having character? That IT factor? That drawing power? All of those things I have in spades and Tort and Digger know that fact. Just placing some bum next to my name on the card will blow that marquee up… Truth is, TFK is the Director of Action Wrestling and I call the shots to deliver the best viewing experience to our fans. Rose believes she is going to earn her name through yours truly? I'll be more than happy to show her how empty her pipe dream really is as I leave her flat on her back in the ring with my hand held high as the victor.
Thad stops and hears Craig laughing as he walks in.
(Craig)
Yeah! It was Pauly Shore with a Y. The dude is blowing up social media.
Thad looks in disbelief.
(TFK)
Excuse me?
Craig puts up an index finger asking for a second.
(TFK)
I can't believe this… You can't be serious right now.
(Craig)
Apparently The Viper Room is wanting to promote an actual sanctioned fight between Pauly and Thad. It's crazy, I know.
Thad deadpans to the camera.
(TFK)
Rose, I don't care what steroids you're on and I don't care how long its been since you've seen your bits and pieces… I am the US champion for a reason and at Clash I guarantee you're going to find out exactly why.
Craig hangs up the phone and looks at Thad elated.
(Craig)
What's going on champ?
Thad puts his arms out obviously annoyed.
(TFK)
You disappear all day and you randomly show up during my promo on my lackluster opponent for this week? The fuck man?
Craig tries to calm Thad with brake pumping hand motions.
(Craig)
I've been working my ass off for YOU all day, sir. Your dad sends me for coffee and I run into the owner of the Viper Room. He's both livid and excited by the fact that you punched out Pauly Shore outside his club. He begs me to get you on board for a sanctioned fight with Mr. Shore, which I promised him I'd seal for him. So what do you say about that?
Thad calms a bit and then smirks.
(TFK)
You seriously did all that for me?
Craig happily smiles.
(Craig)
Of course, what else does a good hype man do?
Thad pats Craig on the shoulder.
(TFK)
Well first thing is first… I take down that Troll of a woman, Rose and carry my gold with pride. Then I'll see what this Viper Room owner has to say about a fight with PaulIE Shore.
Craig nods in agreement.
(Craig)
You're the boss.
(TFK)
Best part about this week… Rose is so below me that I'm not even going to ask you to hype me with that Theatrical Movie Voice Guy voice you do so well. We're gonna dramatically cut the film and I'm going to go into Clash with my head held high with victory on my mind, ready to deliver a stellar performance….
(Craig)
As always.
Abruptly fade to black with both men smiling wide.
Thad leans over to Jefferson who hasn't taken his eyes off the wiry white man parading around in a blue Luchador mask in front of three well stacked Latinas.
(TFK)
“So we're twinsing… Are you Arnie and I'm DaVito?”
Jefferson lightly smiles showing a little bit of amusement before shutting Thad down.
(Jefferson King)
“Shut up, can't you see I'm making a picture here?
Thad bounces back to his chair and watches the poor man’s lucha spinning around on top of one of the latina’s backs in an old school wrestling type maneuver.
(TFK)
“Come on, dad, that's not even a sanctioned move.”
Jefferson puts his fingers out making a picture frame around the shot before him.
(Jefferson King)
“Wait for it, Franklin… He's about to go for the Gordita roll up.”
Just then, the Lucha rolls up the Latina for a piss poor cover.
(TFK)
That's not even a real cover… What kind of amateur did you bring in for this thing?
Just then the lucha gets shoved off the portly Latina and he rolls in front of Thad and Jefferson.
(Jefferson King)
CUT!
The lucha stands up and stares at Jefferson with a stupid grin on his face.
(Paulito Gringo)
Que pasa buuuuuddy!
Thad chuckles.
(TFK)
Paulie, is that you?
Thad looks at Jefferson.
(TFK)
The fuck, dad?
Jefferson shrugs.
(Jefferson King)
What? You have a punch out with the guy outside of the Damn Viper Room and you expect me not to play damage control? I am fucking VIP there, Franklin.
(TFK)
Well I'm sorry, dad, but THIS guy in one of your films? Have you lowered your artful eye that much?
(Paulito Gringo)
I'm a weasel, buuuuuddy!
(Jefferson King)
Paulito Gringo is to my film as Forrest Gump was to Robert Zemeckis’s award winning blockbuster.
Jefferson snaps his fingers at Paulito.
(Jefferson King)
Paulito get back in there and cover those gorditas!
Paulito walks onto the stage with an over animated waltz and the stacked girls start whooping at him.
(Jefferson King)
If you don't mind, Franklin, I have some fucky fucky to shoot.
(TFK)
Do you, I have to go find Craig.
Jefferson shrugs.
(Jefferson King)
I sent him to get us some Starbucks an hour ago… so good luck with that.
Thad stands up from his director's chair and he stares at the lucha grinding his junk on one of the giant women’s shoulder.
(TFK)
Ugh no class whatsoever…
Thad exits the film studio and as he's headed toward his car in the parking lot, he runs into Nikki who is dressed up as an Arab harem girl with loose fitting pink silk.
(TFK)
Well hello, Nikki. Looking like a cheap whore version of Princess Jasmine I see. Gonna shag on a magic carpet for my old man later?
Nikki tries to cover herself up a bit but quickly replies.
(Nikki)
I'm only doing this until a bigger role comes my way. Your father already sent headshots of me already to the movie execs he knows.
Thad nods along and then smirks.
(TFK)
Right… Well my father is a huge success for a reason and I'm sure you'll find out sooner, rather than later.
Thad goes to walk away but Nikki grabs him by the arm.
(Nikki)
Wait, what do you mean by that?
Thad attempts to stop his dickish approach.
(TFK)
If you believe anything I say, believe me here now. My dad gets off on turning those good girls bad and you're just another trophy for him.
Nikki crosses her arms and hmphs at Thad.
(Nikki)
Your father is a means to an ends and that is all.
Thad rolls his eyes.
(TFK)
That's what they all say sweetheart… Before you know it, you're gonna be on the business end of a Paulito Gringo Sunrise.
Nikki goes to ask what that is and Thad puts his right palm in front of her face.
(TFK)
If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
Thad winks at Nikki.
(TFK)
Good luck in there.
Thad walks away laughing as Nikki taps her foot in his direction.
(Nikki)
What an ass hole…
The scene slowly fades to black.
We reopen with the godlike camera staring at Thad with his monkey suit on and his US title draped over his shoulder smiling in an old boxing gym.
Thad pats his title and nods to the camera.
(TFK)
Like my hero Burt Reynolds…. I did what they said could not be done. I am THEE FIRST ACTION WRESTLING UNITED STATES CHAMPION. People saw that big jack off, John Frost finally putting a stop to me where he failed before… He flopped like he was already destined to do. Then everyone was clambering about this Dion Necurat guy, thinking he was going to outshine me.
Thad shakes his head.
(TFK)
Dion was sorely mistaken, wasn't he?
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
No matter the names that were placed next to mine on that card… There wasn't a single word mentioned about my opponent this week. Rose…
Thad shines his title a bit and then looks back to the godlike camera.
(TFK)
That performance out there… That power… Jesus lady, you were as stiff out there as the adam's apple that dangles in your gullet.
Thad pumps the brakes a bit.
(TFK)
Ah that's right I shouldn't be THAT guy… Calling Rose out for her manly features is bush league and it'll get someone punched… But the truth of the matter is, if TFK was one to be too afraid to speak his mind freely… Well.
Thad shrugs.
(TFK)
I wouldn't be your US Champion and I certainly be Thaddeus Franklin King… But let me give my opponent a little bit more respect than just writing her off as a Fabio stunt double.
Thad smirks.
(TFK)
The chick is strong and she knows her way around a ring… But that's only going to get her so far in this industry. What about having character? That IT factor? That drawing power? All of those things I have in spades and Tort and Digger know that fact. Just placing some bum next to my name on the card will blow that marquee up… Truth is, TFK is the Director of Action Wrestling and I call the shots to deliver the best viewing experience to our fans. Rose believes she is going to earn her name through yours truly? I'll be more than happy to show her how empty her pipe dream really is as I leave her flat on her back in the ring with my hand held high as the victor.
Thad stops and hears Craig laughing as he walks in.
(Craig)
Yeah! It was Pauly Shore with a Y. The dude is blowing up social media.
Thad looks in disbelief.
(TFK)
Excuse me?
Craig puts up an index finger asking for a second.
(TFK)
I can't believe this… You can't be serious right now.
(Craig)
Apparently The Viper Room is wanting to promote an actual sanctioned fight between Pauly and Thad. It's crazy, I know.
Thad deadpans to the camera.
(TFK)
Rose, I don't care what steroids you're on and I don't care how long its been since you've seen your bits and pieces… I am the US champion for a reason and at Clash I guarantee you're going to find out exactly why.
Craig hangs up the phone and looks at Thad elated.
(Craig)
What's going on champ?
Thad puts his arms out obviously annoyed.
(TFK)
You disappear all day and you randomly show up during my promo on my lackluster opponent for this week? The fuck man?
Craig tries to calm Thad with brake pumping hand motions.
(Craig)
I've been working my ass off for YOU all day, sir. Your dad sends me for coffee and I run into the owner of the Viper Room. He's both livid and excited by the fact that you punched out Pauly Shore outside his club. He begs me to get you on board for a sanctioned fight with Mr. Shore, which I promised him I'd seal for him. So what do you say about that?
Thad calms a bit and then smirks.
(TFK)
You seriously did all that for me?
Craig happily smiles.
(Craig)
Of course, what else does a good hype man do?
Thad pats Craig on the shoulder.
(TFK)
Well first thing is first… I take down that Troll of a woman, Rose and carry my gold with pride. Then I'll see what this Viper Room owner has to say about a fight with PaulIE Shore.
Craig nods in agreement.
(Craig)
You're the boss.
(TFK)
Best part about this week… Rose is so below me that I'm not even going to ask you to hype me with that Theatrical Movie Voice Guy voice you do so well. We're gonna dramatically cut the film and I'm going to go into Clash with my head held high with victory on my mind, ready to deliver a stellar performance….
(Craig)
As always.
Abruptly fade to black with both men smiling wide.