Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Aug 14, 2017 4:25:10 GMT
Chapter 7
"TO MANUFACTURED TRIUMPH!"
June 23, 2017 - 10:00 PM
Inside his Corpus Christi villa...
It was a Friday night to remember for James Gilmore and Lindsey Grawn.
Even if the election results dictated otherwise.
We find James and Lindsey, along with a small group of red shirt-clad diehard supporters toasting their mayoral campaign over Dr. Pepper and lots more pizza inside the packed living room. The folks were whooping it up, even though they realized that Gilmore wasn't gonna win the mayor's race, as his stereo speakers blasted Mark Chestnutt's country-western tune, "Blame it on Texas," which was played for the Dallas Cowboys during their 1990s Super Bowl runs.
With a plate full of pepperoni heaven in his hand, and a can of DP in the other, James sauntered his way past the joyful shouts, taking his rightful place on his black leather recliner with a wink and a smile.
"Blame it on Texas,
don't blame it on me.
I am what I am,
and that's what I'm gonna be!
You can say what ya wanna say,
about my insanity.
Blame it on Texas,
don't blame it on me..."
He watched the proceedings unfold before him with just a tinge of delight in his heart, knowing that he did something that nobody else even gave him a chance of even succeeding, but deep within his soul, James felt comforted in knowing that he can make it in the world as a political figurehead. "You should be PROUD of yourself," Lindsey said lovingly, patting Gilmore on the shoulder before taking her spot on the couch.
"This party's for YOU," she added, seductively taking a bite out of her cheese pizza. The celebration meant a lot to James, even as most people within his hometown thought of him...as an asshole, amongst other unfriendly words. Yet he stood his ground and never gave in...
...and in his mind, that's all he could have EVER done. The song on Gilmore's playlist transitioned to an all-too-familiar Queen tune...
"I've paid my dues
time after time;
I've done my sentence,
but committed no crime.
And bad mistakes,
I've made a few;
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
but I've come through!
We can go on and on and on and on..."
...prompting the entire assembly to join in and sing along with the grandose Freddie Mercury-etched chorus, it's powerful hook making the celebration even more livelier than James or Lindsey could have even imagined. "To manufactured triumph," James shouted over the din of the noise, the bass booming throughout the villa as he raised his can of soda high in the air.
"Here-here!," Miss Grawn exclaimed as everyone clinked their cans together. At least, for one night, James Gilmore could FINALLY taste the sweetness of success he had never tasted before in his life.
And perhaps, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"We are the Champions my friend,
and we'll keep on fightin' 'til the end.
We are the Champions
We are the Champions
No time for losers,
'cuz we are the Champions!
Of the world..."
THE END
==BEGIN RECORDING==
"It's the final countdown,
the final countdown..."
{ Europe's "The Final Countdown" begins to play as a picture of Lindsey Grawn appeared on-screen with the caption "FINAL THOUGHTS" written on it in big, bold lettering, signifying that the end of their next podcast is forthcoming. }
Okie-dokie, so it's time for some final thoughts, and...boy oh boy, do we have a mess to clean up or what?!
First off...if last week was any indication of just how fun things got, well you've come to the right place! Last week, Derek Brooks proved--like he always does--that he CAN'T beat James Gilmore even with his hands tied behind his back! Watchin' him squirm and suffer as our new Defense Chief, Mikhail Federov, showed us his own brand of power and grace was a helluva lot of fun to watch, and in the end...we showed him that our brand of patriotism goes beyond ANYTHING he can ever say in a promotional video!
After all..he called US the scum of the earth.
He thought WE were nothin' more than white supremecist folks!
What a perfect segue, dudette...don't ya think so?
Yeah...'cuz quite frankly, the mere fact that the liberal left-wing social justice nutballs think we're Nazis out to support a Hitler-esque leader is more than fake news. In fact...it's BULLSHIT! When the hell did American patriotism become so wrong, as an editorial--a well-written one I'll add--might ask? The answer's real simple...it's 'cuz we've moved to a point in time, in a social sense, that it's become acceptable to hate somebody 'cuz they don't agree with the more POPULAR opinion!You see it on Twitter, on Facebook or Instagram, or whatever media platform you use. The fact that my Champion and I are bein' somehow placed into these hate-spewin' groups is nothin' more than convoluted trife at its worst...
...and what was our crime, huh? The fact that we're hard-workin', law-abidin' Americans who would rather put our country ahead of some one-world government-like scheme that you losers seem to espouse.
You think, deep in your hearts, that WE are haters! But guess what? There are haters on ALL sides, as Mr. Trump so eloquently stated on Twiter following the Charlottesville incident. There's violence on all sides, not just us...everyone is just as guilty, from Black Lives Matter to the KKK to whatever group comes to mind! And what James and I saw as we turned on the news...was just absolutely disgusting and NOT indicative of what we, as Americans, stand for, and ANYONE who condones that kind of violence should be ashamed of themselves for doing so.
"TO MANUFACTURED TRIUMPH!"
June 23, 2017 - 10:00 PM
Inside his Corpus Christi villa...
It was a Friday night to remember for James Gilmore and Lindsey Grawn.
Even if the election results dictated otherwise.
We find James and Lindsey, along with a small group of red shirt-clad diehard supporters toasting their mayoral campaign over Dr. Pepper and lots more pizza inside the packed living room. The folks were whooping it up, even though they realized that Gilmore wasn't gonna win the mayor's race, as his stereo speakers blasted Mark Chestnutt's country-western tune, "Blame it on Texas," which was played for the Dallas Cowboys during their 1990s Super Bowl runs.
With a plate full of pepperoni heaven in his hand, and a can of DP in the other, James sauntered his way past the joyful shouts, taking his rightful place on his black leather recliner with a wink and a smile.
"Blame it on Texas,
don't blame it on me.
I am what I am,
and that's what I'm gonna be!
You can say what ya wanna say,
about my insanity.
Blame it on Texas,
don't blame it on me..."
He watched the proceedings unfold before him with just a tinge of delight in his heart, knowing that he did something that nobody else even gave him a chance of even succeeding, but deep within his soul, James felt comforted in knowing that he can make it in the world as a political figurehead. "You should be PROUD of yourself," Lindsey said lovingly, patting Gilmore on the shoulder before taking her spot on the couch.
"This party's for YOU," she added, seductively taking a bite out of her cheese pizza. The celebration meant a lot to James, even as most people within his hometown thought of him...as an asshole, amongst other unfriendly words. Yet he stood his ground and never gave in...
...and in his mind, that's all he could have EVER done. The song on Gilmore's playlist transitioned to an all-too-familiar Queen tune...
"I've paid my dues
time after time;
I've done my sentence,
but committed no crime.
And bad mistakes,
I've made a few;
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
but I've come through!
We can go on and on and on and on..."
...prompting the entire assembly to join in and sing along with the grandose Freddie Mercury-etched chorus, it's powerful hook making the celebration even more livelier than James or Lindsey could have even imagined. "To manufactured triumph," James shouted over the din of the noise, the bass booming throughout the villa as he raised his can of soda high in the air.
"Here-here!," Miss Grawn exclaimed as everyone clinked their cans together. At least, for one night, James Gilmore could FINALLY taste the sweetness of success he had never tasted before in his life.
And perhaps, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"We are the Champions my friend,
and we'll keep on fightin' 'til the end.
We are the Champions
We are the Champions
No time for losers,
'cuz we are the Champions!
Of the world..."
THE END
==BEGIN RECORDING==
"It's the final countdown,
the final countdown..."
{ Europe's "The Final Countdown" begins to play as a picture of Lindsey Grawn appeared on-screen with the caption "FINAL THOUGHTS" written on it in big, bold lettering, signifying that the end of their next podcast is forthcoming. }
Okie-dokie, so it's time for some final thoughts, and...boy oh boy, do we have a mess to clean up or what?!
First off...if last week was any indication of just how fun things got, well you've come to the right place! Last week, Derek Brooks proved--like he always does--that he CAN'T beat James Gilmore even with his hands tied behind his back! Watchin' him squirm and suffer as our new Defense Chief, Mikhail Federov, showed us his own brand of power and grace was a helluva lot of fun to watch, and in the end...we showed him that our brand of patriotism goes beyond ANYTHING he can ever say in a promotional video!
After all..he called US the scum of the earth.
He thought WE were nothin' more than white supremecist folks!
What a perfect segue, dudette...don't ya think so?
Yeah...'cuz quite frankly, the mere fact that the liberal left-wing social justice nutballs think we're Nazis out to support a Hitler-esque leader is more than fake news. In fact...it's BULLSHIT! When the hell did American patriotism become so wrong, as an editorial--a well-written one I'll add--might ask? The answer's real simple...it's 'cuz we've moved to a point in time, in a social sense, that it's become acceptable to hate somebody 'cuz they don't agree with the more POPULAR opinion!You see it on Twitter, on Facebook or Instagram, or whatever media platform you use. The fact that my Champion and I are bein' somehow placed into these hate-spewin' groups is nothin' more than convoluted trife at its worst...
...and what was our crime, huh? The fact that we're hard-workin', law-abidin' Americans who would rather put our country ahead of some one-world government-like scheme that you losers seem to espouse.
You think, deep in your hearts, that WE are haters! But guess what? There are haters on ALL sides, as Mr. Trump so eloquently stated on Twiter following the Charlottesville incident. There's violence on all sides, not just us...everyone is just as guilty, from Black Lives Matter to the KKK to whatever group comes to mind! And what James and I saw as we turned on the news...was just absolutely disgusting and NOT indicative of what we, as Americans, stand for, and ANYONE who condones that kind of violence should be ashamed of themselves for doing so.
Yet the problem...is YOU. You have this belief that we're bigots who hate on everyone. You have this belief that you are so very honorable and good, and WE are so very bad for disagreein' with what you THINK is the right way to go in a world that's goin' to shit and then some.
Not cool at all. Totally bogus...
Oh, speakin' of bogus, the dog-pissing contest between Roberto Verona and The Council continues to this Open Fight Night...and since Bertie doesn't have the balls to fight his own battles, he decides he wants to throw his weight around and use James Gilmore as his own personal brand...of cannon fodder!
Yeah, yeah...against Ulf and Jason, one-on-two. Like, I'm TOTALLY scared...PFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!
Oh Jason...how does it feel to be a part of that softball team over yonder?! It must make you feel VERY good, knowing that you can't fathom yourself overcomin' your weaknesses and bein' better than what you are now BY YOURSELF! Then again, you know you don't WANT to be a team player when all you've done lately is obsess over a retired wrestler who's got NOTHING to do with you or your goals whatsoever!
Even as your so-called "leader" wants to promote you as a future God of Extreme--a Spike Kane WANNABE!!
Yeah! But when it all boils down to it...with the bullshit you've pulled Jason, I'd say you will NEVER be as good as that Irish piece of shit! For God's sakes, think about your DAUGHTER Brandy! She's gonna keep on watchin' as you continue to literally PISS on more people 'cuz you're not satisfied with just beatin' them fairly, and ya wanna know what she's gonna become. A whore, a slut, a white supremecist/black widow killer...a nasty woman who will use anything at her disposal to get her way in life instead of EARNING respect like we've done!
Worse than that Aileen gal..ya know, the subject of that Charlize Theron flick "Monster?"
Indeed.
And now...on to Ulf, the dude with a last name I ain't gonna bother to pronounce.
Oh yeah...that Norwegian fatso who's being propped up to the this next future big star! The guy who thinks he's HONORABLE yet he associates himself with a bunch of bloodthirsty thugs?! If you had just a smidgeon of respect and dignity left in your young, tough-minded soul, you'd shun the likes of Jason Sandman and Company in a heartbeat. But the fact of the matter is...you're young. You're also a greenhand, and that makes you susceptible to falling in with those that would rather spew hatred instead of learning about what it TRULY means to be successful as we have done in the past!
Much like, say, Anakin joinin' the dark side and becomin' Darth Vader.
Think about it...people tell ya not to do it, but ya wanna be a showoff! You wanna THINK that you're some "next big thing" or somethin' like that, yet ya couldn't beat Jayson Matthews?! Well go out there and PROVE IT! But the fact of the matter is this...no amount of Norwegian tongue you speak will EVER change the fact that you don't deserve to be in a ring with us, much less be in the Council! The world desperately wants you to think you've got everything well in hand...but guess what? James Gilmore is better than you! James Gilmore is a WINNER, a true American patriot who stands for what is right even if others shame him for it!
Of course, those are just my final thoughts. Follow us on Twitter--James @happy82, myself @reallindseygrawn--but for now, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...and see y'all Monday.
{ As per tradition, the Rolling Stones' classic "You Can't Always Get What You Want" begins to play as the picture fades to black. }
"You can't always get what you want,
you can't always get what you want..."
==END RECORDING==
Not cool at all. Totally bogus...
Oh, speakin' of bogus, the dog-pissing contest between Roberto Verona and The Council continues to this Open Fight Night...and since Bertie doesn't have the balls to fight his own battles, he decides he wants to throw his weight around and use James Gilmore as his own personal brand...of cannon fodder!
Yeah, yeah...against Ulf and Jason, one-on-two. Like, I'm TOTALLY scared...PFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!
Oh Jason...how does it feel to be a part of that softball team over yonder?! It must make you feel VERY good, knowing that you can't fathom yourself overcomin' your weaknesses and bein' better than what you are now BY YOURSELF! Then again, you know you don't WANT to be a team player when all you've done lately is obsess over a retired wrestler who's got NOTHING to do with you or your goals whatsoever!
Even as your so-called "leader" wants to promote you as a future God of Extreme--a Spike Kane WANNABE!!
Yeah! But when it all boils down to it...with the bullshit you've pulled Jason, I'd say you will NEVER be as good as that Irish piece of shit! For God's sakes, think about your DAUGHTER Brandy! She's gonna keep on watchin' as you continue to literally PISS on more people 'cuz you're not satisfied with just beatin' them fairly, and ya wanna know what she's gonna become. A whore, a slut, a white supremecist/black widow killer...a nasty woman who will use anything at her disposal to get her way in life instead of EARNING respect like we've done!
Worse than that Aileen gal..ya know, the subject of that Charlize Theron flick "Monster?"
Indeed.
And now...on to Ulf, the dude with a last name I ain't gonna bother to pronounce.
Oh yeah...that Norwegian fatso who's being propped up to the this next future big star! The guy who thinks he's HONORABLE yet he associates himself with a bunch of bloodthirsty thugs?! If you had just a smidgeon of respect and dignity left in your young, tough-minded soul, you'd shun the likes of Jason Sandman and Company in a heartbeat. But the fact of the matter is...you're young. You're also a greenhand, and that makes you susceptible to falling in with those that would rather spew hatred instead of learning about what it TRULY means to be successful as we have done in the past!
Much like, say, Anakin joinin' the dark side and becomin' Darth Vader.
Think about it...people tell ya not to do it, but ya wanna be a showoff! You wanna THINK that you're some "next big thing" or somethin' like that, yet ya couldn't beat Jayson Matthews?! Well go out there and PROVE IT! But the fact of the matter is this...no amount of Norwegian tongue you speak will EVER change the fact that you don't deserve to be in a ring with us, much less be in the Council! The world desperately wants you to think you've got everything well in hand...but guess what? James Gilmore is better than you! James Gilmore is a WINNER, a true American patriot who stands for what is right even if others shame him for it!
Of course, those are just my final thoughts. Follow us on Twitter--James @happy82, myself @reallindseygrawn--but for now, from Corpus Christi God bless, take care...
...and see y'all Monday.
{ As per tradition, the Rolling Stones' classic "You Can't Always Get What You Want" begins to play 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.