Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Jul 31, 2017 3:54:19 GMT
Chapter 5
"ELECTION NIGHT - PART II"
June 23, 2017 - 9:00 PM
Inside his living room, after the polls have closed...
We find James Gilmore and Lindsey Grawn still lounging about, watching as a rerun of "Blockbusters," a game show hosted by Bill Cullen, began playing on his TV. Yet deep in his soul, the Islander alum was rather fidgety, nerved about the results of the Corpus Christi mayoral election. More importantly, we pick up where we left off last time, as Lindsey, the Michigan alum, smiled from ear to ear, blushing over her client's statement that she was cute.
"That is the sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say," she said, batting her eyelashes as she took a sip out of her green tea bottle. There was plenty of pizza to be eaten, but both of their plates were empty at the moment as food was the last thing on their minds. Gilmore nodded his head, panning his gaze upon the simplistically-decked out living area in his villa, a place he's owned since last year.
"Ya wanted to know me," he said with a deep sigh. "There really ain't much about me to be honest," "I'm just a guy who's sick and tired of all the dishonesty and 'fake people' that have plagued our world the last few years," he added with great lament. His gaze returned to his TV, but he closed his eyes and bowed his head for a moment, reflecting upon the campaign he had undertaken and his blossoming friendship with Miss Grawn. "I never dreamed I'd find myself here, on an election night doin' somethin' as nuts as runnin' for Mayor," he softly spoke as he took a single slice of pepperoni pizza from a box on the coffee table and placed it on his plate. He hesitated for a second before saying, "that's why I'm too nervous to even look at the numbers."
Lindsey, always the optimistic vixen, patted James on the back lovingly. "You handled yourself really well out in the field," she said, adding, "that's all anyone can ever ask for, right?"
Gilmore nodded as he took another bite. "Did any of your ex-boyfriends tell ya that that you were cute," he asked. Lindsey scroffed, shrugging her shoulders as she took a slice of cheese pizza from a second box. "Nah, they only wanted to fuck me for my looks," she quipped, prompting a chuckle of laughter. "Well, ya do give off that seductive vibe...," Gilmore blurted out of nowhere.
The couple both laughed as they watched the game show play itself out on the screen. "Yet the sad thing is that nobody understands the woman behind those looks," James told her.
"Oh really," she quizzed, leading Gilmore to place his food down on the table. "You're one of the most fiery people I've ever met," he complimented her as he propped back his black leather recliner, placing his feet firmly on the footrest. "If only they admired your tongue...in a figurative way," he added with a wink of his left eye.
Lindsey stood up from her place on the couch, sauntering towards Gilmore while grinning from ear to ear, knowing that--as unlikely as it might seem--she really loved him...and vice versa.
"You want to see how seductive and fiery I can get," she softly asked, leading the aroused James Gilmore to respond with a simple nod. She slowly inched closer to him, licking her lips with her tongue before giving him a small peck on the cheek, then one on the other. James' eyes lit up like saucers as Lindsey rubbed her hands through his hair before making her way towards his lips, slow at first but keeping a steady tempo.
But just as their tongues begin to clash, Miss Grawn's phone began to vibrate once. She quickly got off her client and picked it up, reading a text message from one of her Gods of Olympus. She cleared her throat, instantly knowing that the message was bad news for Gilmore concerning the election returns.
"Hun," she told James. "I know ya don't wanna look at the numbers and all that, but one of our Gods of Olympus just sent me some early returns, and..."
Lindsey paused for a moment, her tone of voice wavering as she didn't know how James would react to the message in question.
"...we're gonna be comin' up short, I'm afraid."
TO BE CONTINUED...
==BEGIN RECORDING==
YouTube Presents
THE ALL-AMERICAN NEW DAWN PODCAST
Date: July 28, 2017
"Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go..."
{ The familar chorus to the American punk group The Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop" begins to play as we see an American flag wave on screen. We hear the voices of Lindsey Grawn and James Gilmore as they talk about the upcoming pay-per-view from the comforts of Gilmore's villa. }
Howdy folks! I'm Lindsey Grawn, and welcome to the inaugural "All-American New Dawn" podcast, presented on YouTube! And with me this evenin' is my Champion AND yours, James Gilmore! Not that it means anything to you IWF sheep 'cuz, quite frankly, y'all don't deserve to even LISTEN to us talk about the upcoming pay-per-vew event Lineage!
Yeah, yeah...consider yourselves fortunate to have us grace your speakers this evenin'. I'm James Gilmore, but none of that should ever matter to you 'cuz you dudes are so STUPID to notice. After all, for FAR too long the IWF hasn't had a stable voice within its ranks, one that could spread the REAL message of love and good vibes all around, but we're gonna fix it by doin' this podcast--and there ain't a DARN thing you're gonna be able to do about it. One word of caution, boys and girls...this is an audio-only podcast, NOT a video log. So you'll just have to sit there and imagine US doin' all sorts of things, like take for example, givin' each other a giant smooch in front of a TV camera that doesn't exist, thus creatin' fake news for the fake media!
Or Dean Harper pinning the ghost of David Bowie instead of Dante Saffron last week?!
Pffft, true true! Speakin' of which...did you see that dog-pissin' match between Verona and the Council? It was epic, wasn't it...I mean shoot, watchin' those two entitles duke it out is like watchin' the "trade me! trade me!" saga of that crybaby Kyrie Irving. It's as borin' as heck, that's all I gotta say...
...and while all this is goin' on, WE are makin' waves--week in and week out! We are takin' the Imperial Wrestling Federation back from those who've treated my candidate--James Gilmore--and myself like pariahs for so long! Why's that, you might ask? It's 'cause we are hard-workin', tax-payin', conservative American citizens who have NEVER, EVER done anything to hurt wrestling or its image in our lives!
Yet in spite of any beliefs we might share, WE are makin' IWF great again--and that's REAL news!
Ohhhh...I love hearin' the voice of a man with a tattoo on his dick!
{ We hear both of them laughing while clapping their hands proudly. }
So in spite of the fact that I am doing QUITE well in the Heir to the Throne standings--no matter what the fake media might say about that--the IWF has decided to slap me in some six-dude battle royale against two complete hacks, a guy that flunked out royally against the most boring Imperial champ ever, an Heir to the Throne finalist from last year...and then, a child killin' soldier.
Wow...THAT's gonna be a fun day at the office! Quite frankly, there ain't no point in talkin' about all five of these morons, 'cuz to be fair...you don't DESERVE to listen to us dissect our competition! But since we are fair and balanced people, with heart and character to match...
Yo Lindsey, did ya hear John Tolly or Todd Williams yet? You got Todd, who's from Long Island--
{ Lindsey quickly chimed in with a quip about Long Island's gang problem as the picture changes to an image of the dull, gray exterior of the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum. }
--the MS-13 capital of the East Coast!
{ James chuckled heartily to himself as he continued. }
That, plus he thinks he's some sort of redeemer or somethin' like that. Then ya got Tolly, and we don't where he's from--he's probably an illegal immigrant posin' as him. Oh well...the two of them, as I understand, were once big stars in the indies but pissed their foundations away upon joinin' IWF! They've done nothin' but LOSE since we broke into the picture.
But what the press WON'T say about those two is that, quite frankly, they are the Rocksteady and Bebop of the Imperial Wrestling Federation--strong in the body, dim-witted in the brain! They'll waltz into that arean with chips on their shoulders and anger in their hearts, but in the end..they have ZERO focus whatsover! And James, do ya know what that means?
Bad news...very, VERY bad news indeed!
Goddamn right!
{ The couple whoop it up, high-fiving each other as the photo changes again--this time, we see an image of Mystic Timbers, the newest roller coaster at the Kings Island theme park in Mason, Ohio. }
Oh...and did ya see Derek Brooks last week? Poor soul...couldn't even beat Andrew Jacobsen on his best day! Don't get me wrong, Lindsey...he IS a big guy at 265 pounds, proud New Yorker who loves a good fight. Yet all the media sees in him...is this dude who is to be feared by anyone and everyone, yet when he's thrown into a main event spot instead of EARNIN' IT LIKE A MAN...
...there ya see the results that that, hun! Truth be told...all that straight-up trash-talkin', embarrassin' people, and kickin' their asses means NOTHING without the one thing that's kept us goin' more than anything else in our lives...MOTIVATION! Derek Brooks has none of it, content on beatin' us up, takin' his paycheck, and feedin' his kiddoes in his family home! Yet while he's doin' that...we're out there makin' waves, taking Imperial storm 'cuz we want each and every one of you who's listening to this podcast to know...beatin' people up is one thing.
Yeah...and earnin' respect is another! And you WILL respect us, whether you like us or ya don't!
Amen, hunny!
{ The image fades again, this time transitioning into the skyline of the city of Corpus Christi, Texas. }
Speakin' of respect...Dre Cutler, the man I BEAT not too long ago, wants another crack at the Heir to the Throne. After he came up short a year ago, he decided that he was gonna go on this journey to become Heir to the Throne this year, and while that's a good motivation and all that--after all, ya gotta finish what ya started--he's still pretty much the same guy. Inexperienced outside of trainin', and quite frankly...not as smart as he THINKS he is!
And there's a reason for that! You see, the mainstream media won't properly editorialize him for who he truly is, but WE will. Dre Cutler is merely playing the role of victim, and just like every single African-American soul since the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s, from Martin Luther King to Barack Obama, has constantly whined, bitched, and moaned about not getting any respect whatsoever from us white folks! That is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've heard in my life, and truth be told...when Dre's Heir chances go down the toilet like a rotten banana peel, he can either do one of two things. Lash out, prayin' that God will grant him his wishes...or he can go back to his backwoods home in Alabama and cry that he's nothin' more but a failure...
...and I prefer the latter.
{ We see the picture change yet again; this time, we see a rather glory image of Sylvester Stallone's "Rambo" character dispatching one of his targers with its trademark knife. }
Last but not least...Mason St. Croix. Good gracious dudes and dudettes, this was a guy who served in the Army, trained his whole life so we could be able to speak on this here podcast, and all that hot mess! I mean, you'd THINK he'd be a team player and all that, knowin' that he was a part of some platoon somewhere, doin' missions as part of a full-fledged fightin' unit. But instead...let's hear Lindsey sum things up in a nutshell.
Ahem...yeah. Mason St. Croix, and I say this to you as a fellow American...but you are the most self-serving, ego-centric FAKE WAR HERO I have ever met! You cared NOTHING about Dre as he was bein' tossed around like a sack of potatoes, and why's that you might ask yourself?! It's real simple: you wanted to be a lone wolf, this almighty one-man Army that THINKS you can brag about slaughterin' innocent CHILDREN--boys and girls who knew nothing about their situation--and apologizing for it later on! That's as weak and disgusting as, say, Obama tellin' Japan he was sorry 'cuz American bombed their butts to end World War II!
Lindsey...let's not forget, he wants to injure me! To put me out of wrestling!
And that's not how a REAL hero acts! I don't have to remind you of this Mason, but do you know that any attempt to deliberately injure a fellow competitor could result in you getting disqualified, fined, or even SUSPENDED?! Boy oh boy, I'd hate to see that happen to you...but you haven't got a decent ounce of brainpower to accept the fact that you're fightin' for ALL Americans, not just yourself!
What a disgrace to the uniform, dude! Totally bogus indeed! They oughta take your medals of valor away--like when you lost your wife and kids after gettin' home from the field!
Here's the deal: you might not like what we've got to say, but we're gonna say it anyway 'cuz we CAN! We--James and I--are the TRUE "New Dawn" of the Imperial Wrestling Federation! We are takin' this company by the balls and makin' it awesome, day after day...week after week! Y'all might call us racists, retards, or both...but sticks and stones peeps, you WILL show us proper respect where it's due!
Otherwise...you're gonna be in for a very, VERY long night!
Of course, that's the end of today's podcast. Follow us on Twitter--James @happy82, myself @reallindseygrawn--but for now, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...and see y'all dudes Sunday.
{ The podcast closes with the famous Rolling Stones track "You Can't Always Get What You Want," as James and Lindsey are heard clinking drink glasses together as the picture fades to black. }
"You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want..."
==END RECORDING==
"ELECTION NIGHT - PART II"
June 23, 2017 - 9:00 PM
Inside his living room, after the polls have closed...
We find James Gilmore and Lindsey Grawn still lounging about, watching as a rerun of "Blockbusters," a game show hosted by Bill Cullen, began playing on his TV. Yet deep in his soul, the Islander alum was rather fidgety, nerved about the results of the Corpus Christi mayoral election. More importantly, we pick up where we left off last time, as Lindsey, the Michigan alum, smiled from ear to ear, blushing over her client's statement that she was cute.
"That is the sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say," she said, batting her eyelashes as she took a sip out of her green tea bottle. There was plenty of pizza to be eaten, but both of their plates were empty at the moment as food was the last thing on their minds. Gilmore nodded his head, panning his gaze upon the simplistically-decked out living area in his villa, a place he's owned since last year.
"Ya wanted to know me," he said with a deep sigh. "There really ain't much about me to be honest," "I'm just a guy who's sick and tired of all the dishonesty and 'fake people' that have plagued our world the last few years," he added with great lament. His gaze returned to his TV, but he closed his eyes and bowed his head for a moment, reflecting upon the campaign he had undertaken and his blossoming friendship with Miss Grawn. "I never dreamed I'd find myself here, on an election night doin' somethin' as nuts as runnin' for Mayor," he softly spoke as he took a single slice of pepperoni pizza from a box on the coffee table and placed it on his plate. He hesitated for a second before saying, "that's why I'm too nervous to even look at the numbers."
Lindsey, always the optimistic vixen, patted James on the back lovingly. "You handled yourself really well out in the field," she said, adding, "that's all anyone can ever ask for, right?"
Gilmore nodded as he took another bite. "Did any of your ex-boyfriends tell ya that that you were cute," he asked. Lindsey scroffed, shrugging her shoulders as she took a slice of cheese pizza from a second box. "Nah, they only wanted to fuck me for my looks," she quipped, prompting a chuckle of laughter. "Well, ya do give off that seductive vibe...," Gilmore blurted out of nowhere.
The couple both laughed as they watched the game show play itself out on the screen. "Yet the sad thing is that nobody understands the woman behind those looks," James told her.
"Oh really," she quizzed, leading Gilmore to place his food down on the table. "You're one of the most fiery people I've ever met," he complimented her as he propped back his black leather recliner, placing his feet firmly on the footrest. "If only they admired your tongue...in a figurative way," he added with a wink of his left eye.
Lindsey stood up from her place on the couch, sauntering towards Gilmore while grinning from ear to ear, knowing that--as unlikely as it might seem--she really loved him...and vice versa.
"You want to see how seductive and fiery I can get," she softly asked, leading the aroused James Gilmore to respond with a simple nod. She slowly inched closer to him, licking her lips with her tongue before giving him a small peck on the cheek, then one on the other. James' eyes lit up like saucers as Lindsey rubbed her hands through his hair before making her way towards his lips, slow at first but keeping a steady tempo.
But just as their tongues begin to clash, Miss Grawn's phone began to vibrate once. She quickly got off her client and picked it up, reading a text message from one of her Gods of Olympus. She cleared her throat, instantly knowing that the message was bad news for Gilmore concerning the election returns.
"Hun," she told James. "I know ya don't wanna look at the numbers and all that, but one of our Gods of Olympus just sent me some early returns, and..."
Lindsey paused for a moment, her tone of voice wavering as she didn't know how James would react to the message in question.
"...we're gonna be comin' up short, I'm afraid."
TO BE CONTINUED...
==BEGIN RECORDING==
YouTube Presents
THE ALL-AMERICAN NEW DAWN PODCAST
Date: July 28, 2017
"Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Hey! Ho! Let's go..."
{ The familar chorus to the American punk group The Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop" begins to play as we see an American flag wave on screen. We hear the voices of Lindsey Grawn and James Gilmore as they talk about the upcoming pay-per-view from the comforts of Gilmore's villa. }
Howdy folks! I'm Lindsey Grawn, and welcome to the inaugural "All-American New Dawn" podcast, presented on YouTube! And with me this evenin' is my Champion AND yours, James Gilmore! Not that it means anything to you IWF sheep 'cuz, quite frankly, y'all don't deserve to even LISTEN to us talk about the upcoming pay-per-vew event Lineage!
Yeah, yeah...consider yourselves fortunate to have us grace your speakers this evenin'. I'm James Gilmore, but none of that should ever matter to you 'cuz you dudes are so STUPID to notice. After all, for FAR too long the IWF hasn't had a stable voice within its ranks, one that could spread the REAL message of love and good vibes all around, but we're gonna fix it by doin' this podcast--and there ain't a DARN thing you're gonna be able to do about it. One word of caution, boys and girls...this is an audio-only podcast, NOT a video log. So you'll just have to sit there and imagine US doin' all sorts of things, like take for example, givin' each other a giant smooch in front of a TV camera that doesn't exist, thus creatin' fake news for the fake media!
Or Dean Harper pinning the ghost of David Bowie instead of Dante Saffron last week?!
Pffft, true true! Speakin' of which...did you see that dog-pissin' match between Verona and the Council? It was epic, wasn't it...I mean shoot, watchin' those two entitles duke it out is like watchin' the "trade me! trade me!" saga of that crybaby Kyrie Irving. It's as borin' as heck, that's all I gotta say...
...and while all this is goin' on, WE are makin' waves--week in and week out! We are takin' the Imperial Wrestling Federation back from those who've treated my candidate--James Gilmore--and myself like pariahs for so long! Why's that, you might ask? It's 'cause we are hard-workin', tax-payin', conservative American citizens who have NEVER, EVER done anything to hurt wrestling or its image in our lives!
Yet in spite of any beliefs we might share, WE are makin' IWF great again--and that's REAL news!
Ohhhh...I love hearin' the voice of a man with a tattoo on his dick!
{ We hear both of them laughing while clapping their hands proudly. }
So in spite of the fact that I am doing QUITE well in the Heir to the Throne standings--no matter what the fake media might say about that--the IWF has decided to slap me in some six-dude battle royale against two complete hacks, a guy that flunked out royally against the most boring Imperial champ ever, an Heir to the Throne finalist from last year...and then, a child killin' soldier.
Wow...THAT's gonna be a fun day at the office! Quite frankly, there ain't no point in talkin' about all five of these morons, 'cuz to be fair...you don't DESERVE to listen to us dissect our competition! But since we are fair and balanced people, with heart and character to match...
Yo Lindsey, did ya hear John Tolly or Todd Williams yet? You got Todd, who's from Long Island--
{ Lindsey quickly chimed in with a quip about Long Island's gang problem as the picture changes to an image of the dull, gray exterior of the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum. }
--the MS-13 capital of the East Coast!
{ James chuckled heartily to himself as he continued. }
That, plus he thinks he's some sort of redeemer or somethin' like that. Then ya got Tolly, and we don't where he's from--he's probably an illegal immigrant posin' as him. Oh well...the two of them, as I understand, were once big stars in the indies but pissed their foundations away upon joinin' IWF! They've done nothin' but LOSE since we broke into the picture.
But what the press WON'T say about those two is that, quite frankly, they are the Rocksteady and Bebop of the Imperial Wrestling Federation--strong in the body, dim-witted in the brain! They'll waltz into that arean with chips on their shoulders and anger in their hearts, but in the end..they have ZERO focus whatsover! And James, do ya know what that means?
Bad news...very, VERY bad news indeed!
Goddamn right!
{ The couple whoop it up, high-fiving each other as the photo changes again--this time, we see an image of Mystic Timbers, the newest roller coaster at the Kings Island theme park in Mason, Ohio. }
Oh...and did ya see Derek Brooks last week? Poor soul...couldn't even beat Andrew Jacobsen on his best day! Don't get me wrong, Lindsey...he IS a big guy at 265 pounds, proud New Yorker who loves a good fight. Yet all the media sees in him...is this dude who is to be feared by anyone and everyone, yet when he's thrown into a main event spot instead of EARNIN' IT LIKE A MAN...
...there ya see the results that that, hun! Truth be told...all that straight-up trash-talkin', embarrassin' people, and kickin' their asses means NOTHING without the one thing that's kept us goin' more than anything else in our lives...MOTIVATION! Derek Brooks has none of it, content on beatin' us up, takin' his paycheck, and feedin' his kiddoes in his family home! Yet while he's doin' that...we're out there makin' waves, taking Imperial storm 'cuz we want each and every one of you who's listening to this podcast to know...beatin' people up is one thing.
Yeah...and earnin' respect is another! And you WILL respect us, whether you like us or ya don't!
Amen, hunny!
{ The image fades again, this time transitioning into the skyline of the city of Corpus Christi, Texas. }
Speakin' of respect...Dre Cutler, the man I BEAT not too long ago, wants another crack at the Heir to the Throne. After he came up short a year ago, he decided that he was gonna go on this journey to become Heir to the Throne this year, and while that's a good motivation and all that--after all, ya gotta finish what ya started--he's still pretty much the same guy. Inexperienced outside of trainin', and quite frankly...not as smart as he THINKS he is!
And there's a reason for that! You see, the mainstream media won't properly editorialize him for who he truly is, but WE will. Dre Cutler is merely playing the role of victim, and just like every single African-American soul since the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s, from Martin Luther King to Barack Obama, has constantly whined, bitched, and moaned about not getting any respect whatsoever from us white folks! That is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've heard in my life, and truth be told...when Dre's Heir chances go down the toilet like a rotten banana peel, he can either do one of two things. Lash out, prayin' that God will grant him his wishes...or he can go back to his backwoods home in Alabama and cry that he's nothin' more but a failure...
...and I prefer the latter.
{ We see the picture change yet again; this time, we see a rather glory image of Sylvester Stallone's "Rambo" character dispatching one of his targers with its trademark knife. }
Last but not least...Mason St. Croix. Good gracious dudes and dudettes, this was a guy who served in the Army, trained his whole life so we could be able to speak on this here podcast, and all that hot mess! I mean, you'd THINK he'd be a team player and all that, knowin' that he was a part of some platoon somewhere, doin' missions as part of a full-fledged fightin' unit. But instead...let's hear Lindsey sum things up in a nutshell.
Ahem...yeah. Mason St. Croix, and I say this to you as a fellow American...but you are the most self-serving, ego-centric FAKE WAR HERO I have ever met! You cared NOTHING about Dre as he was bein' tossed around like a sack of potatoes, and why's that you might ask yourself?! It's real simple: you wanted to be a lone wolf, this almighty one-man Army that THINKS you can brag about slaughterin' innocent CHILDREN--boys and girls who knew nothing about their situation--and apologizing for it later on! That's as weak and disgusting as, say, Obama tellin' Japan he was sorry 'cuz American bombed their butts to end World War II!
Lindsey...let's not forget, he wants to injure me! To put me out of wrestling!
And that's not how a REAL hero acts! I don't have to remind you of this Mason, but do you know that any attempt to deliberately injure a fellow competitor could result in you getting disqualified, fined, or even SUSPENDED?! Boy oh boy, I'd hate to see that happen to you...but you haven't got a decent ounce of brainpower to accept the fact that you're fightin' for ALL Americans, not just yourself!
What a disgrace to the uniform, dude! Totally bogus indeed! They oughta take your medals of valor away--like when you lost your wife and kids after gettin' home from the field!
Here's the deal: you might not like what we've got to say, but we're gonna say it anyway 'cuz we CAN! We--James and I--are the TRUE "New Dawn" of the Imperial Wrestling Federation! We are takin' this company by the balls and makin' it awesome, day after day...week after week! Y'all might call us racists, retards, or both...but sticks and stones peeps, you WILL show us proper respect where it's due!
Otherwise...you're gonna be in for a very, VERY long night!
Of course, that's the end of today's podcast. Follow us on Twitter--James @happy82, myself @reallindseygrawn--but for now, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...and see y'all dudes Sunday.
{ The podcast closes with the famous Rolling Stones track "You Can't Always Get What You Want," as James and Lindsey are heard clinking drink glasses together as the picture fades to black. }
"You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want..."
==END RECORDING==
Well howdy there pardner.