Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Jul 10, 2017 4:01:37 GMT
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FACEBOOK LIVE PRESENTS
"Lindsey's Final Thoughts" - July 9, 2017
It's time for my Final Thoughts and musings, and boy oh boy, the disrespect and lack of appreciation shown towards my candidate has amped up to a whole new level!
Last week, Mr. Gilmore gave the false hero everything he could muster, and you know what? Even in a loss...he showed the posers like you that he was fully capable of hanging around with the best that Imperial Wrestling had to offer. But what did HE get in return for his efforts? Not a THING! No handshake from Mr. Jacobsen, no "thank you for the good match" from the so-called fake hero?! No...James didn't get a darn thing, instead he had to watch that fat greaseball celebrate his "victory" as if he just won the IWF title...
...no humility. No class. Ee went out there to play "daddy" with Jake Conway's kids before kissing his rival's ass, yet couldn't even AFFORD the time or the honor to shake Mr. Gilmore's hand after a hard-fought match!?!
You should be ASHAMED of yourselves, cheering for a fake like Jacobsen instead of a REAL man's man in James Gilmore! But you know what?! We don't cry over spilt milk unlike the rest of IWF! We go out there, regroup, and we try again!
My candidate WILL be back, bigger and better than ever as he continues on his journey towards Heir to the Throne! Then again, the alt-left, Socialism-loving, anti-cop, false-heroic Tweedledums and Tweedledees that comprise Imperial management staff WON'T appreciate him for sticking to his beliefs and never giving up. They'll see him as yet another joke in a long laundry list of jokes, from Joe Everyman on the men's side to Joanna Tarzanna on the women's side, all the while coming up with some convoluted scheme to rig the Heir to the Throne system against Mr. Gilmore at EVERY SINGLE TURN...
...and why's that, some might ask? Is it because my candidate pays his taxes? Is it because he's a hard-working, all-American conservative who believes in "America first?!"
Or is it...because he has "Make America Great Again" tattooed prominently on his dick!?!
Oh believe me, you shouldn't be laughing--I'm not.
Either way y'all slice it, the staff of IWF don't give a godDAMN about my candidate, my champion...and I'm gonna take it out on those people who buy into this glorified crap week in and week out--YOU! Y'all see, y'all don't even deserve to see my candidate in action in a Barbed Wire Bat on a Pole match at Open Fight Night! For you've shown ZERO appreciation for his contributions to wrestling, instead stuffing your fat faces with Obama-approved cafeteria lunches while laughing as he gets destroyed by Derek Brooks and Mr. Happy...
...by a clown with a facade that conceals his overtly-screwy nature and another man who advocates violence against women.
Thing is, it makes no sense in me talking down to someone like Mr. Happy because you people won't believe or show proper respect to what I've got to say! Fact of the matter's real simple...here's a guy who uses overtly sexualized innuendos in his promotional materials in the name of "love," not to mention espouses savagery against those who disagree with him! The fact that you people would rather CHEER for that slut-culture lovin' beast instead of a man of good character like Mr. Gilmore SICKENS me to no end! Yet here he is, so obssessed with taking James down to his knees by any means necessary while pretending to be one of the sorriest-looking wresters in the IWF! But y'all see, I know better than to underestimate him, for his clumsy in-ring demeanor is nothin' a mere facade for an unredeemable who should be imprisoned in a funny farm instead of being able to compete against my client!
Oh...but it gets better.
Y'all see, I understand Derek Brooks to be a passionate man when it comes to this business, and to be fair I won't argue with that. Yet here's the deal...y'all are cheerin' for a man who, just now on the Twitter page, threatened me with PHYSICAL HARM! He didn't have the courage to tell Mr. Gilmore that he was gonna shut HIM up...he told me that he was gonna shut ME up and prevent me from sayin' what I want to say, how I want to say it, and WHEN I want to say it! But that's all hunky-dory with you, you LOVE to see me get knocked down by a chauvinistic pig who lets his passion for this business run out of control, holding him back from becomin' the success story he WANTS to be!
In the meantime...despite the fact that you don't even DESERVE to watch my client compete on Open Fight Night, he's ready for anything his opponents can dish at him! You might laugh and snicker at his tattoo or his eccentricities, but James Gilmore has more desire to become a Champion in this business than many of you will EVER have in your dead-end jobs! You WILL learn to respect Mr. Gilmore, you WILL learn to appreciate him...for he is THE Great American Revolution that will stand tall...
...and against the left-wing fascist lovers like yourselves, he WILL make Imperial GREAT AGAIN!!
Of course, those are just my Final Thoughts. Follow me on Twitter @reallindseygrawn, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...see y'all Monday.
[==END RECORDING==]
Chapter 2
"MAKE ME FEEL GOOD"
June 14, 2017 - 11:30 AM
"Hey, how're ya doin'?"
James Gilmore asked each and every officer he saw inside the main campus of the Corpus Christi Police Department, shaking their hands and giving light hugs along the way. In the mayoral candidate's mind, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to be a police officer in these perilous times. Countless hours of writing reports, investigations that could turn sour, and the heartbreak of having to tell someone's next of kin that their loved ones died by some cause or another...he felt those were the hallmarks of a glamorless, thankless job, yet deep in his soul, those tasks needed to be done in order to keep his city from turning into a warzone...
...especially with all of the anti-police sentiment that has ran roughshod in recent times.
"You guys are doin' a helluva good job keepin' us safe," James told the Chief of Police, who proudly stood front and center and tightly shook his hand. "Just wanting you to know," the veteran chief said with a wide grin on his face, "we've got your back, good sir." Gilmore smiled, adding "I'll never give up on ya" as he pulled out his iPhone and peered at its contact list. "I know it's kinda stereotypical," James said to the cops in the lobby, "but I'm orderin' donuts and coffee for you guys and gals." This prompted the assembled contingent to all laugh in unison, applauding as the Islander alum pulls up the entry for the Tarpon Cafe, a popular local donut and coffee establishment near his alma mater.
But just as James was about to hit the green "call" button his phone, Lindsey Grawn rushed into the building from his campaign bus parked outside CCPD's headquarters. "Mr. Gilmore," she said, breathing heavily as he placed his phone back into his pocket. "We got a problem," she said, motioning for James to follow her back to the mobile command office. Once inside, she directed his attention toward a paused videoclip on her laptop computer, which was sitting firmly on a small deak near the emergency door towards the vehicle's rear. "Are you seein' this, hun," Miss Grawn asked Gilmore as he took a seat in a swiveling black leather office chair.
"Nah, what's wrong?"
"Just read the headline, and I'll play the clip."
James hunched over slightly, adjusting his titanium-framed glasses before gazing at the Fox News headline, which was posted in large, black, bold lettering...
...leading him to perk up his right brow as Lindsey hit "play." On the clip, we see the image of two people prattling about underneath some bedsheets, rocking back and forth in a small room with no portholes or windows in it whatsoever. "There's no audio, but..." Lindsey said as she pointed out the man's face in the video. She chuckled slightly before adding, "...the dude with the long beard and scraggly hair looks like you," with just a slight tinge of laughter in her visage.
Yet James Gilmore found this tape in question to be no laughing matter.
"That's 'cuz it IS me," he said rather sheepishly as they both looked at the screen. "Then who's the gal," Lindsey replied, prompting James to solemnly shake his head. He realized that while doing the deed was a rather pleasurable experience at first, he had no clue as to the consequences of said action, much less how far-reaching they would be.
He didn't want to mention her by name, but he could no longer shake her from his collective consciousness. "Her name was Yulia Malakova, a Russian immigrant I met while I was on that cruise," he softly spoke. "She put the 'Make America Great Again' tattoo on my dick that night," he stammered out, trembling as he did so. Miss Grawn's eyes lit up as her jaw dropped in complete and utter shock. After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she clamped her laptop shut and turned towards her client.
"I think we have a leaker on our hands," she said as James dialed the donut shop's number on his phone. The vibes on the old bus had gone from cheerful to sour in a heartbeat...
...for James Gilmore knew he was in big trouble.
TO BE CONTINUED...
FACEBOOK LIVE PRESENTS
"Lindsey's Final Thoughts" - July 9, 2017
It's time for my Final Thoughts and musings, and boy oh boy, the disrespect and lack of appreciation shown towards my candidate has amped up to a whole new level!
Last week, Mr. Gilmore gave the false hero everything he could muster, and you know what? Even in a loss...he showed the posers like you that he was fully capable of hanging around with the best that Imperial Wrestling had to offer. But what did HE get in return for his efforts? Not a THING! No handshake from Mr. Jacobsen, no "thank you for the good match" from the so-called fake hero?! No...James didn't get a darn thing, instead he had to watch that fat greaseball celebrate his "victory" as if he just won the IWF title...
...no humility. No class. Ee went out there to play "daddy" with Jake Conway's kids before kissing his rival's ass, yet couldn't even AFFORD the time or the honor to shake Mr. Gilmore's hand after a hard-fought match!?!
You should be ASHAMED of yourselves, cheering for a fake like Jacobsen instead of a REAL man's man in James Gilmore! But you know what?! We don't cry over spilt milk unlike the rest of IWF! We go out there, regroup, and we try again!
My candidate WILL be back, bigger and better than ever as he continues on his journey towards Heir to the Throne! Then again, the alt-left, Socialism-loving, anti-cop, false-heroic Tweedledums and Tweedledees that comprise Imperial management staff WON'T appreciate him for sticking to his beliefs and never giving up. They'll see him as yet another joke in a long laundry list of jokes, from Joe Everyman on the men's side to Joanna Tarzanna on the women's side, all the while coming up with some convoluted scheme to rig the Heir to the Throne system against Mr. Gilmore at EVERY SINGLE TURN...
...and why's that, some might ask? Is it because my candidate pays his taxes? Is it because he's a hard-working, all-American conservative who believes in "America first?!"
Or is it...because he has "Make America Great Again" tattooed prominently on his dick!?!
Oh believe me, you shouldn't be laughing--I'm not.
Either way y'all slice it, the staff of IWF don't give a godDAMN about my candidate, my champion...and I'm gonna take it out on those people who buy into this glorified crap week in and week out--YOU! Y'all see, y'all don't even deserve to see my candidate in action in a Barbed Wire Bat on a Pole match at Open Fight Night! For you've shown ZERO appreciation for his contributions to wrestling, instead stuffing your fat faces with Obama-approved cafeteria lunches while laughing as he gets destroyed by Derek Brooks and Mr. Happy...
...by a clown with a facade that conceals his overtly-screwy nature and another man who advocates violence against women.
Thing is, it makes no sense in me talking down to someone like Mr. Happy because you people won't believe or show proper respect to what I've got to say! Fact of the matter's real simple...here's a guy who uses overtly sexualized innuendos in his promotional materials in the name of "love," not to mention espouses savagery against those who disagree with him! The fact that you people would rather CHEER for that slut-culture lovin' beast instead of a man of good character like Mr. Gilmore SICKENS me to no end! Yet here he is, so obssessed with taking James down to his knees by any means necessary while pretending to be one of the sorriest-looking wresters in the IWF! But y'all see, I know better than to underestimate him, for his clumsy in-ring demeanor is nothin' a mere facade for an unredeemable who should be imprisoned in a funny farm instead of being able to compete against my client!
Oh...but it gets better.
Y'all see, I understand Derek Brooks to be a passionate man when it comes to this business, and to be fair I won't argue with that. Yet here's the deal...y'all are cheerin' for a man who, just now on the Twitter page, threatened me with PHYSICAL HARM! He didn't have the courage to tell Mr. Gilmore that he was gonna shut HIM up...he told me that he was gonna shut ME up and prevent me from sayin' what I want to say, how I want to say it, and WHEN I want to say it! But that's all hunky-dory with you, you LOVE to see me get knocked down by a chauvinistic pig who lets his passion for this business run out of control, holding him back from becomin' the success story he WANTS to be!
In the meantime...despite the fact that you don't even DESERVE to watch my client compete on Open Fight Night, he's ready for anything his opponents can dish at him! You might laugh and snicker at his tattoo or his eccentricities, but James Gilmore has more desire to become a Champion in this business than many of you will EVER have in your dead-end jobs! You WILL learn to respect Mr. Gilmore, you WILL learn to appreciate him...for he is THE Great American Revolution that will stand tall...
...and against the left-wing fascist lovers like yourselves, he WILL make Imperial GREAT AGAIN!!
Of course, those are just my Final Thoughts. Follow me on Twitter @reallindseygrawn, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...see y'all Monday.
[==END RECORDING==]
Chapter 2
"MAKE ME FEEL GOOD"
June 14, 2017 - 11:30 AM
"Hey, how're ya doin'?"
James Gilmore asked each and every officer he saw inside the main campus of the Corpus Christi Police Department, shaking their hands and giving light hugs along the way. In the mayoral candidate's mind, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to be a police officer in these perilous times. Countless hours of writing reports, investigations that could turn sour, and the heartbreak of having to tell someone's next of kin that their loved ones died by some cause or another...he felt those were the hallmarks of a glamorless, thankless job, yet deep in his soul, those tasks needed to be done in order to keep his city from turning into a warzone...
...especially with all of the anti-police sentiment that has ran roughshod in recent times.
"You guys are doin' a helluva good job keepin' us safe," James told the Chief of Police, who proudly stood front and center and tightly shook his hand. "Just wanting you to know," the veteran chief said with a wide grin on his face, "we've got your back, good sir." Gilmore smiled, adding "I'll never give up on ya" as he pulled out his iPhone and peered at its contact list. "I know it's kinda stereotypical," James said to the cops in the lobby, "but I'm orderin' donuts and coffee for you guys and gals." This prompted the assembled contingent to all laugh in unison, applauding as the Islander alum pulls up the entry for the Tarpon Cafe, a popular local donut and coffee establishment near his alma mater.
But just as James was about to hit the green "call" button his phone, Lindsey Grawn rushed into the building from his campaign bus parked outside CCPD's headquarters. "Mr. Gilmore," she said, breathing heavily as he placed his phone back into his pocket. "We got a problem," she said, motioning for James to follow her back to the mobile command office. Once inside, she directed his attention toward a paused videoclip on her laptop computer, which was sitting firmly on a small deak near the emergency door towards the vehicle's rear. "Are you seein' this, hun," Miss Grawn asked Gilmore as he took a seat in a swiveling black leather office chair.
"Nah, what's wrong?"
"Just read the headline, and I'll play the clip."
James hunched over slightly, adjusting his titanium-framed glasses before gazing at the Fox News headline, which was posted in large, black, bold lettering...
"MAYORAL CANDIDATE SEX TAPE LEAKED
...leading him to perk up his right brow as Lindsey hit "play." On the clip, we see the image of two people prattling about underneath some bedsheets, rocking back and forth in a small room with no portholes or windows in it whatsoever. "There's no audio, but..." Lindsey said as she pointed out the man's face in the video. She chuckled slightly before adding, "...the dude with the long beard and scraggly hair looks like you," with just a slight tinge of laughter in her visage.
Yet James Gilmore found this tape in question to be no laughing matter.
"That's 'cuz it IS me," he said rather sheepishly as they both looked at the screen. "Then who's the gal," Lindsey replied, prompting James to solemnly shake his head. He realized that while doing the deed was a rather pleasurable experience at first, he had no clue as to the consequences of said action, much less how far-reaching they would be.
He didn't want to mention her by name, but he could no longer shake her from his collective consciousness. "Her name was Yulia Malakova, a Russian immigrant I met while I was on that cruise," he softly spoke. "She put the 'Make America Great Again' tattoo on my dick that night," he stammered out, trembling as he did so. Miss Grawn's eyes lit up as her jaw dropped in complete and utter shock. After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she clamped her laptop shut and turned towards her client.
"I think we have a leaker on our hands," she said as James dialed the donut shop's number on his phone. The vibes on the old bus had gone from cheerful to sour in a heartbeat...
...for James Gilmore knew he was in big trouble.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well howdy there pardner.