Post by Beau Del Sol on Mar 18, 2018 22:11:00 GMT -5
Voice: Senator Sanders what did you think about Action Wrestling's pay-per-view Revolution?
Bernie: Please, call me Bernie.
Voice: Ok Bernie.
Bernie: I thought it was a well coordinated show that was put together by a great crew of people and I would also like to thank Torture and Gravedigger for getting in contact with me to crown the first United States Champion, it meant a lot. There is only one thing that I was disappointed about that night.
Voice: What concerns did you have at Revolution Bernie?
Bernie: I wish I could have put that belt around the waist of John Frost. I feel he embodies the American Spirit more than any competitor in that match. He lives the lifestyle that Americans want to be a part of. Sure, at times, he can be a rogue and a tough man to reign in but he lives the dream, his dream. He's fresh out of prison and in my eyes he's doing great things for this country, albeit I don't condone all of his actions but that's what makes him great. He's also been a contorted exemplary figure to the people.
Voice: So you weren't happy to crown T.F.K. with the United States Champion?
Bernie: As I said before I was proud to be a part of Revolution but I was dissatisfied in the fact that Franklin won the title. I've done business with Mr. King, his father and while I don't know Franklin that well I've done enough business with Mr. King to know his son is not what emphasizes the true American Dream. Frankly he is riding his fathers coattails. To be brutally honest he is a puppet interlaced in his fathers fingers. After all look what happened to Pauly Shore. What kind of man does that? Not one that is American Made.
Voice: Well did you know they are facing off for the U.S. Title on Monday night.
Bernie: Yes, I am a big fan of Action Wrestling and excuse me but I hope Mr. Frost whips his butt this time and I will be at that show because I'm supportive of "The American Badass" John Frost.
Voice: We look forward to you being there Bernie.
Bernie: As do I.
Voice: Thank you for your time.
Bernie: It was my pleasure. Please give Mr. Torture and Mr. Gravedigger my regards.
A slithering snake, one that tries to stay hidden in the leaves, an animal that tries to stay blended in its environment, one who strikes out of fear. Thadieus your words go unheard, they fall upon deaf ears. You are a snake, a pathetic man, a pathetic American. Your not the next "Big Thing" you don't have what it takes. Holding a belt is more than just about wrestling, it's about, the fans, the people, boos and the cheers, statements being made and being larger than life! You just don't have what it takes my friend. Sure you can run your private school silver spoon fed mouth all over the Internet and you have caught me twice but you haven't met this kind of man, this destroyer of posers, me "Big" John. Your not a killer just a rich white boy who's delusional. Why? Why T.F.K. you've beat me twice, why provoke me. You haven't faced this fierce of a Frost ever. Don't get in the ring because where I come from we don't play, we kill and I will not go rolling around with you we don't do that fuck boy. Listen bitch you think you can take 365 pounds of meanness. I'll kill you. I swear to God I will kill you. You want to play games over the Internet like some fake as beast hiding behind a keyboard. Bitch I'm the one who is savage, I am the Alpha. You'll be taking my last name after this, I am going to murk you that bad. You fucked with the wrong one son. The trains coming down the tracks Thadieus Franklin Frost. What a wicked ass name for such a bitch boy. Can you see the light? Do you smell the smoke? Stay on the tracks so the show can begin...
[John, Jay, and Lorena rode through Salt Lake City in Jays black hearse looking for a bank to deposit a fair amount of money. A blunt was being readily passed around the hearse while Nickelback played. Then a man in the back sat up turning around coughing. John jumped instinctively hitting him in the mouth.]
(What was that for! I'm on your side!)
Jay: Damn nigga why'd you donkey punch my homeboy!?
John: Why do you always do this to me!
Lorena: Cause he's a goddamn mess!
(Hey y'all are like the Three Stooges!)
All 3: SHUT UP!
John: Who is that Jay?
(My name's Craig, pleased to make your acquaintance!)
John: JAY!
Jay: WHAT NIGGA? Shit I'm tryin to vibe out.
John: I said who is it!?
Jay: He just told you, you retard it's Craig.
John: Ok but who the fuck is Craig? Am I suppose to know Craig?
Lorena: Love, hit this blunt you straight trippin.
Jay: It's Craig the Theatrical Movie Voice Guy!
Lorena: Say what?
John: No! Oh hell no!
Lorena: Huh?
Jay: Oh yes I did my lil cracker brother.
John: You are a fucking idiot!
Lorena: Did I miss something?
(Man it's smoky in here, my eyes are watering and I'm starting to feel funny.)
All 3: SHUT UP!
John: That's Craig. The CRAIG!?
Jay: No fool just Craig.
John: I'm gonna ch-
(Whoa, whoa, whoa guys I'm not under contract I just have a fucking awesome voice!)
Jay: See, you big monkey!
John: So you have TFK's voice guy in your hearse? Nothing surprises me with you anymore.
(Jergens anyone? It lets big things fit in tiny holes!)
All 3: SHUT UP!
(Sorry, I'm under contract to Jergens I have to plug them every now and then.)
Lorena: Ha! Try for Astroglide, it's a much better product sweet cheeks. Isn't it Pooter?
John: Not now baby...
[The hearse pulled into a parking spot in front of The Bank of America and the the thundering sound of bikes went silent as the pack parked around the hearse. The three got out, John holding a black duffel bag.]
Lorena: This bank be busy...
Jay: It's Utah biatch these Mormons got so many divorces from multiple wives they've gotta put the money somewhere honey! I think I chose the wrong religion, DAMN!
[Lorena slapped Jay across the back of the head with a grin and watched as Craig came piling out of the back literally tripping over his own feet while trying to keep his cool factor in check. John was talking to the Banditos as they got ready to go inside.]
Jay: Damn son are you sure we're not robbing the bank?
John: Don't know yet.
Jay: Say what!?
John: What are you doing with your pet?
Jay: Him?
John: No the old man from the Dos Equis commercials.
Jay: Oh that cracker right there, he's comin in the bank. Might need a voice over feel me.
John: Thank god you don't make a living as a stand up comedian.
Jay: Aye! Some people say I look like Richard Pryor.
John: You sure as hell don't have his jokes. Let's make this transaction.
(And inside the big corporate government spending bank we go.)
All 3: SHUT UP!
[The group walked into the bank through the revolving doors instantly catching the attention of all the patrons. You could see them whispering and getting uneasy. A few even scuttled out the door as John got in line.]
Jay: GET ON THE FLOOR NIGGAS THIS IS A STICK UP!
(Oh, how exciting this is! Much better than a casting couch scene! Time to work! And Jay held his hands in the air as all the money grubbing Utah citizens hit the ground like they had Jergens on speed dial!)
John: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
(My job, I'm narrating, duh...)
John: Not you dumbass!
Jay: Sorry! Sorry, everyone I always wanted to say that it was just a joke!
Lorena: He's special in the head guys. His elevator doesn't go all the way to the top and his brain can't breathe with that big ass afro.
Voice: But this is for real! Get BACK on the ground and don't let your noses leave the floor. If any of you courageous tellers hit a panic button I will blow this bitch back to the times of slavery!
(Wait a minute I don't see this part in the script!)
Jay: Slavery!? Nigga you lucky you got a gun or I swear I wou-
Robber: SHUT UP!
Jay: I'M A MAN OF GOD!
John: TFK is that you? Are you wearing a freaking Abe Lincoln costume?
Robber: Who?
[John went to lift up the mask when the bank robber shot off a round into the ceiling. He grabbed John's duffel bag from him and made his way toward the tellers handing out plastic bags that say "A New America" and demands that the tellers begin filling the bags with money. He unzips the duffel bag looking confused and walks straight to John.]
Robber: This yours big man?
John: You took it from me didn't you, squirt?
[John stood still staring the man down through his mask. He took the duffel bag back as the robbers eyes scanned the bank.]
Robber: Little man go grab those sacks of money.
Jay: Me?
Robber: No the other little priest, yes YOU!
Jay: I knew Abe owned slaves but damn.
Robber: NOW!
[The robber put a gun to Jays head. Jay threw his hands up waving them dramatically.]
Jay: Alright cuz real recognizes real I'm gonna go get that money now.
Robber: Get up!
[Jay got lifted up and the man wrapped an arm around his neck with the point of the gun at his temple. He went back to the tellers and started grabbing his "A New America" bags sliding the handles over his arm, then...]
RING...
RING...
RING...
Robber: I TOLD YOU NOT TO SET OFF THE ALARM! DUMBASS!
[The masked man began walking to the door when John started pursuing him.]
Robber: Get back or I light his ass up!
Jay: This nigga here ain't playin John don't be stupid!
John: Let him go.
Lorena: Look we tried to be chill. You see these Bandidos. They'll light your ass up. Nobody gives a damn about that little African cunt. We can get another one at the zoo.
Jay: You despicable bitch!
[The Bandidos walked up behind John crossing their arms, then came the sirens and the commotion. Things where starting to get rowdy.]
(Damnit "Big" John I didn't sign up for this!)
POP...
POP...
POP...
Jay: Oh shit lord I died, nooooooo!
John: Lorena!
Jay: I'm alive?
[Jay started feeling his body and looking at his hands. The gun had blasted out three bullets right by his ear. Lorena hit the floor blood coming from body and making a puddle onto the marble floor. John fell to his knees yelling as he picked her up and ran outside.]
John: DON'T SHOOT SHE'S BEEN SHOT!
Officer: An ambulance is on the way we need to get her on the ground and stabilize her.
John: There's not enough time for that! Get my brother!
Officer: Who's your brother!?
Jay:'I am negro now help me!
[Jay was flailing as the masked man made his way outside and John ran around the corner.]
Officer: Look we've got snipers on the roof and more swat coming. Let him go and put the money down.
Robber: And I've got a hostage get the fuck back. You won't shoot! How would America like Utah if you killed a black man?
Officer: I really don't think they would care.
[The robber scooped up Jay and took off running. He turned the corner and a big truck was coming straight for him. He looked back firing shots and jumped onto the side of the of the truck reading "Action Wrestling" as he swung Jay to the back of the box truck and followed him in behind it. The masked man pulled his Abe Lincoln mask off revealing it was Marshall Gates!]
Marshall: Fuck John that was a solid ass plan.
John: Not my first rodeo. Oh shit roadblock!
Jay: Gas it white boy!
[The box truck was tapped out bee lined for the roadblock crashing right into the front of two cop cars, the weight of the truck pushing through.]
Marshall: My God we made it! Just a few changes and we're in baby.
Jay: Time to go legit.
John: Maybe. Baby steps.
(Man I am hiiiiigh I just saw a twisted robbery!)
A few hours later...
[They sat at in a motel room, the truck parked in a garage, counting the money.]
John: Man I gotta start investing this money so I can go legit.
Marshall: Dude what we just did was brutal. We could easily do it again...
John: Eh.
[They were being hunted for but no one really got a lot of information from the scene at the bank. The guys weren't worried they were relaxed. Street guys, they understand the hustle and the grind, that's America.]
TFK I'm 0-2 and still going to the super bowl as the main event to whip your ass in front of the whole world. Who else do you know that can consume two losses in a row and come back a third for the Title. No one because you've never met greatness. This is the end of our civil war, two sides warring, two battles one but a third to go. This will decide who wins the war. One side corporate the other blue collar. This is the true American War and by God it's going to light up the skies because when we tie up its going to be explosive. He thinks he's made himself comfortable within this nation but I'm the enforcer the juggernaut and I seek to destroy. Your not comfortable. Your running from your pampered life and your running into me, the other "half" of the world. The ones that need someone to appeal to who don't give a fuck and throw up both middle fingers ready to seek and destroy.
Get off those nuts. You ride your daddy's nut so much I bet they look like a one dollar coin. Get for real, get your shit together. Now isn't your time. Save your spill. I'm the big flop. I'm the man you've beat twice. You destroyed me right? Sure. Gonna talk about what I deserve. Welcome to the dark side. It's your turn. Run your mouth but look at the country boy I whipped... Have you heard of him. I put Dion down to get my shot at the United States Championship. I took on the three people alone and came out with my arm raises. Are you the beast? No I'm the beast I'm primitive I'm the relatable person to the audience. Love or hate me we all know what they want. Not some suit wearing flamboyant above the rest of the world piece of shit. We're bipolar opposites. Not only are you a retard but it's so bad this match is bipolar. The two halves of the world will collide. Bring it. Just lace up so I can maul. Make to the ring please. This one is going to be a match for the era. Nothing but a highlight reel and it'll all be a reel of me rag dolling you around like the pussy you are. Get ready it's goin down.
Bernie: Please, call me Bernie.
Voice: Ok Bernie.
Bernie: I thought it was a well coordinated show that was put together by a great crew of people and I would also like to thank Torture and Gravedigger for getting in contact with me to crown the first United States Champion, it meant a lot. There is only one thing that I was disappointed about that night.
Voice: What concerns did you have at Revolution Bernie?
Bernie: I wish I could have put that belt around the waist of John Frost. I feel he embodies the American Spirit more than any competitor in that match. He lives the lifestyle that Americans want to be a part of. Sure, at times, he can be a rogue and a tough man to reign in but he lives the dream, his dream. He's fresh out of prison and in my eyes he's doing great things for this country, albeit I don't condone all of his actions but that's what makes him great. He's also been a contorted exemplary figure to the people.
Voice: So you weren't happy to crown T.F.K. with the United States Champion?
Bernie: As I said before I was proud to be a part of Revolution but I was dissatisfied in the fact that Franklin won the title. I've done business with Mr. King, his father and while I don't know Franklin that well I've done enough business with Mr. King to know his son is not what emphasizes the true American Dream. Frankly he is riding his fathers coattails. To be brutally honest he is a puppet interlaced in his fathers fingers. After all look what happened to Pauly Shore. What kind of man does that? Not one that is American Made.
Voice: Well did you know they are facing off for the U.S. Title on Monday night.
Bernie: Yes, I am a big fan of Action Wrestling and excuse me but I hope Mr. Frost whips his butt this time and I will be at that show because I'm supportive of "The American Badass" John Frost.
Voice: We look forward to you being there Bernie.
Bernie: As do I.
Voice: Thank you for your time.
Bernie: It was my pleasure. Please give Mr. Torture and Mr. Gravedigger my regards.
A slithering snake, one that tries to stay hidden in the leaves, an animal that tries to stay blended in its environment, one who strikes out of fear. Thadieus your words go unheard, they fall upon deaf ears. You are a snake, a pathetic man, a pathetic American. Your not the next "Big Thing" you don't have what it takes. Holding a belt is more than just about wrestling, it's about, the fans, the people, boos and the cheers, statements being made and being larger than life! You just don't have what it takes my friend. Sure you can run your private school silver spoon fed mouth all over the Internet and you have caught me twice but you haven't met this kind of man, this destroyer of posers, me "Big" John. Your not a killer just a rich white boy who's delusional. Why? Why T.F.K. you've beat me twice, why provoke me. You haven't faced this fierce of a Frost ever. Don't get in the ring because where I come from we don't play, we kill and I will not go rolling around with you we don't do that fuck boy. Listen bitch you think you can take 365 pounds of meanness. I'll kill you. I swear to God I will kill you. You want to play games over the Internet like some fake as beast hiding behind a keyboard. Bitch I'm the one who is savage, I am the Alpha. You'll be taking my last name after this, I am going to murk you that bad. You fucked with the wrong one son. The trains coming down the tracks Thadieus Franklin Frost. What a wicked ass name for such a bitch boy. Can you see the light? Do you smell the smoke? Stay on the tracks so the show can begin...
[John, Jay, and Lorena rode through Salt Lake City in Jays black hearse looking for a bank to deposit a fair amount of money. A blunt was being readily passed around the hearse while Nickelback played. Then a man in the back sat up turning around coughing. John jumped instinctively hitting him in the mouth.]
(What was that for! I'm on your side!)
Jay: Damn nigga why'd you donkey punch my homeboy!?
John: Why do you always do this to me!
Lorena: Cause he's a goddamn mess!
(Hey y'all are like the Three Stooges!)
All 3: SHUT UP!
John: Who is that Jay?
(My name's Craig, pleased to make your acquaintance!)
John: JAY!
Jay: WHAT NIGGA? Shit I'm tryin to vibe out.
John: I said who is it!?
Jay: He just told you, you retard it's Craig.
John: Ok but who the fuck is Craig? Am I suppose to know Craig?
Lorena: Love, hit this blunt you straight trippin.
Jay: It's Craig the Theatrical Movie Voice Guy!
Lorena: Say what?
John: No! Oh hell no!
Lorena: Huh?
Jay: Oh yes I did my lil cracker brother.
John: You are a fucking idiot!
Lorena: Did I miss something?
(Man it's smoky in here, my eyes are watering and I'm starting to feel funny.)
All 3: SHUT UP!
John: That's Craig. The CRAIG!?
Jay: No fool just Craig.
John: I'm gonna ch-
(Whoa, whoa, whoa guys I'm not under contract I just have a fucking awesome voice!)
Jay: See, you big monkey!
John: So you have TFK's voice guy in your hearse? Nothing surprises me with you anymore.
(Jergens anyone? It lets big things fit in tiny holes!)
All 3: SHUT UP!
(Sorry, I'm under contract to Jergens I have to plug them every now and then.)
Lorena: Ha! Try for Astroglide, it's a much better product sweet cheeks. Isn't it Pooter?
John: Not now baby...
[The hearse pulled into a parking spot in front of The Bank of America and the the thundering sound of bikes went silent as the pack parked around the hearse. The three got out, John holding a black duffel bag.]
Lorena: This bank be busy...
Jay: It's Utah biatch these Mormons got so many divorces from multiple wives they've gotta put the money somewhere honey! I think I chose the wrong religion, DAMN!
[Lorena slapped Jay across the back of the head with a grin and watched as Craig came piling out of the back literally tripping over his own feet while trying to keep his cool factor in check. John was talking to the Banditos as they got ready to go inside.]
Jay: Damn son are you sure we're not robbing the bank?
John: Don't know yet.
Jay: Say what!?
John: What are you doing with your pet?
Jay: Him?
John: No the old man from the Dos Equis commercials.
Jay: Oh that cracker right there, he's comin in the bank. Might need a voice over feel me.
John: Thank god you don't make a living as a stand up comedian.
Jay: Aye! Some people say I look like Richard Pryor.
John: You sure as hell don't have his jokes. Let's make this transaction.
(And inside the big corporate government spending bank we go.)
All 3: SHUT UP!
[The group walked into the bank through the revolving doors instantly catching the attention of all the patrons. You could see them whispering and getting uneasy. A few even scuttled out the door as John got in line.]
Jay: GET ON THE FLOOR NIGGAS THIS IS A STICK UP!
(Oh, how exciting this is! Much better than a casting couch scene! Time to work! And Jay held his hands in the air as all the money grubbing Utah citizens hit the ground like they had Jergens on speed dial!)
John: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
(My job, I'm narrating, duh...)
John: Not you dumbass!
Jay: Sorry! Sorry, everyone I always wanted to say that it was just a joke!
Lorena: He's special in the head guys. His elevator doesn't go all the way to the top and his brain can't breathe with that big ass afro.
Voice: But this is for real! Get BACK on the ground and don't let your noses leave the floor. If any of you courageous tellers hit a panic button I will blow this bitch back to the times of slavery!
(Wait a minute I don't see this part in the script!)
Jay: Slavery!? Nigga you lucky you got a gun or I swear I wou-
Robber: SHUT UP!
Jay: I'M A MAN OF GOD!
John: TFK is that you? Are you wearing a freaking Abe Lincoln costume?
Robber: Who?
[John went to lift up the mask when the bank robber shot off a round into the ceiling. He grabbed John's duffel bag from him and made his way toward the tellers handing out plastic bags that say "A New America" and demands that the tellers begin filling the bags with money. He unzips the duffel bag looking confused and walks straight to John.]
Robber: This yours big man?
John: You took it from me didn't you, squirt?
[John stood still staring the man down through his mask. He took the duffel bag back as the robbers eyes scanned the bank.]
Robber: Little man go grab those sacks of money.
Jay: Me?
Robber: No the other little priest, yes YOU!
Jay: I knew Abe owned slaves but damn.
Robber: NOW!
[The robber put a gun to Jays head. Jay threw his hands up waving them dramatically.]
Jay: Alright cuz real recognizes real I'm gonna go get that money now.
Robber: Get up!
[Jay got lifted up and the man wrapped an arm around his neck with the point of the gun at his temple. He went back to the tellers and started grabbing his "A New America" bags sliding the handles over his arm, then...]
RING...
RING...
RING...
Robber: I TOLD YOU NOT TO SET OFF THE ALARM! DUMBASS!
[The masked man began walking to the door when John started pursuing him.]
Robber: Get back or I light his ass up!
Jay: This nigga here ain't playin John don't be stupid!
John: Let him go.
Lorena: Look we tried to be chill. You see these Bandidos. They'll light your ass up. Nobody gives a damn about that little African cunt. We can get another one at the zoo.
Jay: You despicable bitch!
[The Bandidos walked up behind John crossing their arms, then came the sirens and the commotion. Things where starting to get rowdy.]
(Damnit "Big" John I didn't sign up for this!)
POP...
POP...
POP...
Jay: Oh shit lord I died, nooooooo!
John: Lorena!
Jay: I'm alive?
[Jay started feeling his body and looking at his hands. The gun had blasted out three bullets right by his ear. Lorena hit the floor blood coming from body and making a puddle onto the marble floor. John fell to his knees yelling as he picked her up and ran outside.]
John: DON'T SHOOT SHE'S BEEN SHOT!
Officer: An ambulance is on the way we need to get her on the ground and stabilize her.
John: There's not enough time for that! Get my brother!
Officer: Who's your brother!?
Jay:'I am negro now help me!
[Jay was flailing as the masked man made his way outside and John ran around the corner.]
Officer: Look we've got snipers on the roof and more swat coming. Let him go and put the money down.
Robber: And I've got a hostage get the fuck back. You won't shoot! How would America like Utah if you killed a black man?
Officer: I really don't think they would care.
[The robber scooped up Jay and took off running. He turned the corner and a big truck was coming straight for him. He looked back firing shots and jumped onto the side of the of the truck reading "Action Wrestling" as he swung Jay to the back of the box truck and followed him in behind it. The masked man pulled his Abe Lincoln mask off revealing it was Marshall Gates!]
Marshall: Fuck John that was a solid ass plan.
John: Not my first rodeo. Oh shit roadblock!
Jay: Gas it white boy!
[The box truck was tapped out bee lined for the roadblock crashing right into the front of two cop cars, the weight of the truck pushing through.]
Marshall: My God we made it! Just a few changes and we're in baby.
Jay: Time to go legit.
John: Maybe. Baby steps.
(Man I am hiiiiigh I just saw a twisted robbery!)
A few hours later...
[They sat at in a motel room, the truck parked in a garage, counting the money.]
John: Man I gotta start investing this money so I can go legit.
Marshall: Dude what we just did was brutal. We could easily do it again...
John: Eh.
[They were being hunted for but no one really got a lot of information from the scene at the bank. The guys weren't worried they were relaxed. Street guys, they understand the hustle and the grind, that's America.]
TFK I'm 0-2 and still going to the super bowl as the main event to whip your ass in front of the whole world. Who else do you know that can consume two losses in a row and come back a third for the Title. No one because you've never met greatness. This is the end of our civil war, two sides warring, two battles one but a third to go. This will decide who wins the war. One side corporate the other blue collar. This is the true American War and by God it's going to light up the skies because when we tie up its going to be explosive. He thinks he's made himself comfortable within this nation but I'm the enforcer the juggernaut and I seek to destroy. Your not comfortable. Your running from your pampered life and your running into me, the other "half" of the world. The ones that need someone to appeal to who don't give a fuck and throw up both middle fingers ready to seek and destroy.
Get off those nuts. You ride your daddy's nut so much I bet they look like a one dollar coin. Get for real, get your shit together. Now isn't your time. Save your spill. I'm the big flop. I'm the man you've beat twice. You destroyed me right? Sure. Gonna talk about what I deserve. Welcome to the dark side. It's your turn. Run your mouth but look at the country boy I whipped... Have you heard of him. I put Dion down to get my shot at the United States Championship. I took on the three people alone and came out with my arm raises. Are you the beast? No I'm the beast I'm primitive I'm the relatable person to the audience. Love or hate me we all know what they want. Not some suit wearing flamboyant above the rest of the world piece of shit. We're bipolar opposites. Not only are you a retard but it's so bad this match is bipolar. The two halves of the world will collide. Bring it. Just lace up so I can maul. Make to the ring please. This one is going to be a match for the era. Nothing but a highlight reel and it'll all be a reel of me rag dolling you around like the pussy you are. Get ready it's goin down.