Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Jun 12, 2017 3:56:27 GMT
Chapter 5
"GILMORE FOR MAYOR - PART II"
June 3, 2017 - 8:30 AM
Inside Corpus Christi City Hall...
~TO BE CONTINUED IN "THE CAMPAIGN"
"GILMORE FOR MAYOR - PART II"
June 3, 2017 - 8:30 AM
Inside Corpus Christi City Hall...
...we find James Gilmore standing at the front desk as a man aged 27, sporting slicked-back brown hair and a white business suit, checked over his application to enter into the 2017 Mayoral special election. The City Hall's lobby was quite pristinely kept, with glossy-shined marble floors and various decorative plants and large-framed photos of previous city mayors. It was much, MUCH nicer than the dirty, grimy aura of the Keg Room--the place where the Islander alum was shot at by the vengeful "El Diablo" of the Los Locos Athletic Club.
On this Saturday, a day rife with heavy rain and thunderstorms, Gilmore was soaking wet...and NOT in a pleasant mood as the front desk guy, wearing no nametag, looked over the paperwork.
FRONT DESK GUY: Uhhhhh...like, is this a joke? James Gilmore....? THE James Gilmore from Dr. Sanos' European Women's History class!?!
James gritted his teeth, for the guy came across--in his mind--as being a complete dickface. He watched as the man on the other side adjusted the eyeglasses on his head before closely looking at the official documents in front of him.
JAMES GILMORE: Darn right.
FRONT DESK GUY: Well ain't that a trip, Is she still out there, giving dirty looks?
The ex-history major tried to muster a sly smirk, recounting the days in which he'd spend listening to the so-called "Evil Empress" giving lectures. Dr. Sanos, in James' heart, was given that nickname due in large part to how uncanny and tough-as-nails she truly was...
...ironically, as Gilmore chuckled slightly, she was his favorite professor.
JAMES: Spoken like a man of experience--I remember you got the most dirty looks just 'cuz your phone kept goin' off in class!
FRONT DESK GUY: Oh yeah...I still remember YOU trying to debate with her on the nature of women...
JAMES: ...and failin' miserably.
Both former classmates laughed out loud, remembering the good ol' days. Yet the clerk reverted to his arrogance upon peering his eyes on something he found "odd."
FRONT DESK GUY: Wait a sec...lemme get this straight. You've never, EVER served a second on the City Council...yet you're runnin' for Mayor?!
Mr. Grawn, James' wrestling coach, marched towards the oakwood front desk, slamming a can of Diet Pepsi on its surface and causing the dude in the suit to jump back.
MR. GRAWN: Ya got a problem with that, kid?!
The "kid' shook his head right away before typing in Gilmore's imformation into a computer database.
FRONT DESK GUY: Uhhhh...no, sir, Mr. Grawn! Not at all. Ticket?
JAMES: Republican.
The ex-Marine Mr. Grawn's scowl must have done the trick, as the suit-clad guy was hard at work, maintaining a professional composure in spite of his recent attitude.
FRONT DESK GUY: You do realize that the elections are in a couple of weeks, June 23rd. Got some catch-up work to do between now and then...
Gilmore nodded slightly. The attack at the bar the night before left him with a dogged determination to run for Corpus Christi Mayor despite having zero political background whatsoever. He wanted to make his adopted hometown safe from those that wanted to do him--and his fellow denizens--harm. With a somewhat cocky grin on his mug, James pulled out a small business-type card, presenting it to his old classmate.
JAMES: Here's my card...dude. Have a nice day...
Before he could say another word, the man in the white suit only watched as James Gilmore and Ricky Grawn stomped towards the exit and back into the rainstorm. He giggled slightly, out of earshot of his former "buddy," before gazing down at the crudely-made work of art, thinking to himself one simple notion...
"...this guy's out of his marbles!"
On this Saturday, a day rife with heavy rain and thunderstorms, Gilmore was soaking wet...and NOT in a pleasant mood as the front desk guy, wearing no nametag, looked over the paperwork.
FRONT DESK GUY: Uhhhhh...like, is this a joke? James Gilmore....? THE James Gilmore from Dr. Sanos' European Women's History class!?!
James gritted his teeth, for the guy came across--in his mind--as being a complete dickface. He watched as the man on the other side adjusted the eyeglasses on his head before closely looking at the official documents in front of him.
JAMES GILMORE: Darn right.
FRONT DESK GUY: Well ain't that a trip, Is she still out there, giving dirty looks?
The ex-history major tried to muster a sly smirk, recounting the days in which he'd spend listening to the so-called "Evil Empress" giving lectures. Dr. Sanos, in James' heart, was given that nickname due in large part to how uncanny and tough-as-nails she truly was...
...ironically, as Gilmore chuckled slightly, she was his favorite professor.
JAMES: Spoken like a man of experience--I remember you got the most dirty looks just 'cuz your phone kept goin' off in class!
FRONT DESK GUY: Oh yeah...I still remember YOU trying to debate with her on the nature of women...
JAMES: ...and failin' miserably.
Both former classmates laughed out loud, remembering the good ol' days. Yet the clerk reverted to his arrogance upon peering his eyes on something he found "odd."
FRONT DESK GUY: Wait a sec...lemme get this straight. You've never, EVER served a second on the City Council...yet you're runnin' for Mayor?!
Mr. Grawn, James' wrestling coach, marched towards the oakwood front desk, slamming a can of Diet Pepsi on its surface and causing the dude in the suit to jump back.
MR. GRAWN: Ya got a problem with that, kid?!
The "kid' shook his head right away before typing in Gilmore's imformation into a computer database.
FRONT DESK GUY: Uhhhh...no, sir, Mr. Grawn! Not at all. Ticket?
JAMES: Republican.
The ex-Marine Mr. Grawn's scowl must have done the trick, as the suit-clad guy was hard at work, maintaining a professional composure in spite of his recent attitude.
FRONT DESK GUY: You do realize that the elections are in a couple of weeks, June 23rd. Got some catch-up work to do between now and then...
Gilmore nodded slightly. The attack at the bar the night before left him with a dogged determination to run for Corpus Christi Mayor despite having zero political background whatsoever. He wanted to make his adopted hometown safe from those that wanted to do him--and his fellow denizens--harm. With a somewhat cocky grin on his mug, James pulled out a small business-type card, presenting it to his old classmate.
JAMES: Here's my card...dude. Have a nice day...
Before he could say another word, the man in the white suit only watched as James Gilmore and Ricky Grawn stomped towards the exit and back into the rainstorm. He giggled slightly, out of earshot of his former "buddy," before gazing down at the crudely-made work of art, thinking to himself one simple notion...
"...this guy's out of his marbles!"
~TO BE CONTINUED IN "THE CAMPAIGN"
FROM THE OFFICE OF JAMES GILMORE
Date: June 10, 2017
My fellow dudes and dudettes...
Last week...you all witnessed what many considered to be the impossible. I went out there...and beat the so-called "road to redemption warrior," Crooked Dre Cutler, at his own game. But here's the kicker...he'll continue to spin his own web, all the while failing to acknowledge that *I* was the superior talent on that night! Instead...he'll pander to you all, sayin' things like "oh, my road has gone to complete hell, yabba-dabba-doo," continuing to play the victim of circumstances that are just like the Russian collusion conspiracies which have dogged our country since my biggest fan won the 2016 election--big-league BOGUS!!!
Meanwhile...I'll keep on winnin'--BIG LEAGUE--for each and every one of you as my journey--no, OUR journey--towards Heir to the Throne continues.
No fake news. No distractions!
The problem with that journey, however...is that there are loads of people who aren't GRATEFUL for their successes along the way. People like Cable Arcane, who doesn't wanna accept the fact that he is, in fact, a Hall of Famer! Why? It's 'cuz of one thing, and one thing only...many of you forget that Cable Arcane's Heir to the Throne win last year, not to mention the majority of his initial title reign, was bought and paid for by the ultimate in special interest lobbyists known...as Laura Howlett. He OWES her a lot for his run--without that woman, he was nothing more than a mere mortal posin' as a Champion...
...and now he wants to disgrace you all by tryin' for Heir to the Throne again after Bertie V. put the hammer down and said "ANNNNT, nope!" Sorry dude...but the rules of the game are there for a good reason...so ACT like a Hall of Famer! There are millions upon millions of people in these United States that wanna have Hall of Fame careers but are stuck with dead-end jobs, nowhere to go...forgotten by the eltist types that they're supposed to look up to and cheer for! But that's why Verona made this upcomin' series into the format we're seein' now--to protect you, the ones that were left behind by the greedy, bad hombres that wanna deny you the chance of livin' out YOUR dreams!
Speakin' of the rules, or lack thereof...
...this week, we're gonna be taking matters to the extreme, or so the docket says!
While Mr. Arcane was bein' a complete and utter douchebag to the people who MADE his career tick, a clumsy dude by the nickname of Mr. Happy decided that he'd be cute and jump me from behind when I was not looking! Thus...a direct challenge to ME for Open Fight Night was born, but the sad thing is...the people are supposed to be CHEERING for him simply 'cuz he THINKS he ain't good at nothin' in life, yet he uses the act of violence in order to silence me, 'cuz he doesn't like the way I handle business! By tryin' to shut me up, he's stamplin' ALL OVER the hearts and minds of the very same people--you, the forgotten men, women, and children--that want to root for him in the worst way!
Not gonna happen, folks.
Not on MY watch!
After all...it feels DARN good to have that REAL winnin' temperament!
Ya see, much like the guy who tried to KILL me while chattin' with you at my fave waterin' hole in Corpus Christi, Texas, he will NOT be going anywhere anytime soon...believe me, he will PAY for his clumsy choice of targets in the only way imaginable! We're gonna deploy the Nuclear Option on him. We've got no choice...we gotta do it! And we're GONNA do it, whether Mr. Happy--whose main catchphrase of "I'll love you violently" objectifies porographic sexual fantasy, mind you--wants to like it or not! We're gonna drop the mother of all nukes on him,, we're gonna tear this so-called stupid wrestler limb from limb with ANYTHING we can find, and we're gonna get him..
...the HELL...
...OUT OF THE I-W-F!!!
I want each and every one of you here this evenin' to know one simple, basic truth. You're gettin' a man of action, a man of honor...and a man on a mission to be THE best in this wrestlin' gig! For I owe the establishment of this sport NOTHIN' for my successes! I've built MYSELF up from bare bones to becomin' YOUR Champion, YOUR Voice...and I will NEVER, EVER allow you to be silenced anymore. I will NEVER, EVER allow anyone to tell you that you ain't fit enough, that you ain't GOOD enough to succeed in this industry! We're gonna keep on WINNING--we're gonna win! 'Cuz together...we will make Imperial happy again! We will make Imperial awesome again! We will make Imperial gnarly again!
And heck yeah...we will make Imperial GREAT again!
#MIGA
Date: June 10, 2017
My fellow dudes and dudettes...
Last week...you all witnessed what many considered to be the impossible. I went out there...and beat the so-called "road to redemption warrior," Crooked Dre Cutler, at his own game. But here's the kicker...he'll continue to spin his own web, all the while failing to acknowledge that *I* was the superior talent on that night! Instead...he'll pander to you all, sayin' things like "oh, my road has gone to complete hell, yabba-dabba-doo," continuing to play the victim of circumstances that are just like the Russian collusion conspiracies which have dogged our country since my biggest fan won the 2016 election--big-league BOGUS!!!
Meanwhile...I'll keep on winnin'--BIG LEAGUE--for each and every one of you as my journey--no, OUR journey--towards Heir to the Throne continues.
No fake news. No distractions!
The problem with that journey, however...is that there are loads of people who aren't GRATEFUL for their successes along the way. People like Cable Arcane, who doesn't wanna accept the fact that he is, in fact, a Hall of Famer! Why? It's 'cuz of one thing, and one thing only...many of you forget that Cable Arcane's Heir to the Throne win last year, not to mention the majority of his initial title reign, was bought and paid for by the ultimate in special interest lobbyists known...as Laura Howlett. He OWES her a lot for his run--without that woman, he was nothing more than a mere mortal posin' as a Champion...
...and now he wants to disgrace you all by tryin' for Heir to the Throne again after Bertie V. put the hammer down and said "ANNNNT, nope!" Sorry dude...but the rules of the game are there for a good reason...so ACT like a Hall of Famer! There are millions upon millions of people in these United States that wanna have Hall of Fame careers but are stuck with dead-end jobs, nowhere to go...forgotten by the eltist types that they're supposed to look up to and cheer for! But that's why Verona made this upcomin' series into the format we're seein' now--to protect you, the ones that were left behind by the greedy, bad hombres that wanna deny you the chance of livin' out YOUR dreams!
Speakin' of the rules, or lack thereof...
...this week, we're gonna be taking matters to the extreme, or so the docket says!
While Mr. Arcane was bein' a complete and utter douchebag to the people who MADE his career tick, a clumsy dude by the nickname of Mr. Happy decided that he'd be cute and jump me from behind when I was not looking! Thus...a direct challenge to ME for Open Fight Night was born, but the sad thing is...the people are supposed to be CHEERING for him simply 'cuz he THINKS he ain't good at nothin' in life, yet he uses the act of violence in order to silence me, 'cuz he doesn't like the way I handle business! By tryin' to shut me up, he's stamplin' ALL OVER the hearts and minds of the very same people--you, the forgotten men, women, and children--that want to root for him in the worst way!
Not gonna happen, folks.
Not on MY watch!
After all...it feels DARN good to have that REAL winnin' temperament!
Ya see, much like the guy who tried to KILL me while chattin' with you at my fave waterin' hole in Corpus Christi, Texas, he will NOT be going anywhere anytime soon...believe me, he will PAY for his clumsy choice of targets in the only way imaginable! We're gonna deploy the Nuclear Option on him. We've got no choice...we gotta do it! And we're GONNA do it, whether Mr. Happy--whose main catchphrase of "I'll love you violently" objectifies porographic sexual fantasy, mind you--wants to like it or not! We're gonna drop the mother of all nukes on him,, we're gonna tear this so-called stupid wrestler limb from limb with ANYTHING we can find, and we're gonna get him..
...the HELL...
...OUT OF THE I-W-F!!!
I want each and every one of you here this evenin' to know one simple, basic truth. You're gettin' a man of action, a man of honor...and a man on a mission to be THE best in this wrestlin' gig! For I owe the establishment of this sport NOTHIN' for my successes! I've built MYSELF up from bare bones to becomin' YOUR Champion, YOUR Voice...and I will NEVER, EVER allow you to be silenced anymore. I will NEVER, EVER allow anyone to tell you that you ain't fit enough, that you ain't GOOD enough to succeed in this industry! We're gonna keep on WINNING--we're gonna win! 'Cuz together...we will make Imperial happy again! We will make Imperial awesome again! We will make Imperial gnarly again!
And heck yeah...we will make Imperial GREAT again!
#MIGA