Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Aug 21, 2017 4:53:24 GMT
August 18, 2017 - 8:00 PM
Inside his Shanghai hotel suite...
...we find James Gilmore lounging about, writing a history essay on his laptop computer as Mikhail Federov stands guard next to his doorway. For a hotel room in the middle of all the buzz and neon lights that downtown Shanghai had to offer, it was a charming place for the Islander alum to relax and concentrate on his work.
It had been almost two months since the mayoral election, but truth be told, he wanted to put that mess as far away in his rearview mirror as he possibly could. He wanted to feel as if he was trying to get away from all the bullshit going on in Corpus Christi, especially in regards to a Confederate statue near the Nueces County Courthouse, yet he found it very difficult to do so. "After all," he said to himself as he put words on his LibreOffice document, "them statues are a part of history."
In his mind, not to mention in his position with a history degree, that certainly was the case.
Even though the liberal bozos said otherwise.
Without warning, a ringer sounded through his headset, prompting James to pull down his microphone piece and answer his Skype call. He heard a very distinctive chuckle on the other end of the line as the face of the caller appeared on the screen, and Gilmore's eyes widened, his smile grew wider by the second as he realized WHO was trying to call him.
It was none other than Yulia Malakova--the young Russian gal he'd met while on Harmony of the Seas nearly one year ago.
"You rang?," he quipped using Lurch's voice. "You changed your hair Johnny-JJ," Yulia said with a hearty laugh, reminding James of his former stage name. He didn't want to tell her what all has happened since their cruise ended, since they decided to go on their own ways in life. He could only muster a sheepish smirk on his mug, trying to chuckle while reminding himself of what he is now.
"Ya look cute in that orange dress," James said with a slight wink. "What made ya wanna buzz me on Skype at this time of day," he queried as he took a sip from his bottle of Coca-Cola--the only soft drink that his hotel carried. "I...wanted to see if you were doing alright," she told him, quite lovingly and honestly.
Yet Gilmore couldn't bear himself to tell her the actual truth in regards to his personal transformation. So he passed it off with a fib, trying to deflect some of the attention away. "Uhhh...yea! Yea I'm doin' alright," he said, hyping his voice to keep himself from getting too serious.
"What's goin' on with you," he asked Yulia as Lindsey Grawn busted in the door, carrying several boxes of Chinese food. "Ahh, Mr. Gilmore," she piped in, noting that his dinner was on the desk and ready to be munched on.
Yet James wasn't paying attention to her--his eyes were focused on his Skype video-call.
"Who are you talking to," she quizzed before peering down on the computer screen, noticing Yulia's face. "Another gal, huh?," she asked with just a tinge of jealousy. Malakova, on the other end of the line, didn't pay Lindsey any mind; instead she told Gilmore a piece of good news, her vocal registry indicating one of hope and optimism.
But Miss Grawn had other ideas.
"I am currently in the process of getting my United States cit--," Yulia told James before Lindsey had cut the feed by disconnecting his computer from the Internet modem. "WHAT THE HELL, LINDSEY?!," James shouted back at her, prompting Mikhail to simply grit his teeth. "Talkin' to an illegal?," Lindsey pressed on, her voice filled with a slight hinting of hatred.
"She's...she's an old friend," Gilmore admitted with a sigh. "She ain't MY friend," Lindsey retorted before storming out of the room, the big Russian guard in hot pursuit. James was left to ponder what the hell was going on; he couldn't bring himself up to reconnecting to the Internet and getting back in touch with Yulia, even though his old girlfriend was about to tell him that she was going for her U.S. citizenship.
Lindsey Grawn, indeed, had offended James Gilmore.
"Oy vey..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
==BEGIN RECORDING==
"It's the final countdown,
the final countdown..."
{ The logo of the "All-American New Dawn" podcast appears on screen, to the accompaniment of Europe's classic power-metal tune "The Final Countdown," as we hear the voice of Lindsey Grawn chime in with her distinctive Texas twang. }
Howdy pilgrims, it's Lindsey...and it's time for some Final Thoughts.
Now if there was anything that we HAVEN'T learned already in regards to last week, it's that Roberto Verona can't fight his own battles! Instead he has the audcity to use US as cannon fodder for his own personal jihadist war against The Council. Ulf and Jason DIDN'T beat my candidate--even though you LOSERS listening to this here podcast will say otherwise. If anything, it just proves that the REAL losers are each and every one of you who buy into Bertie's sob story that he's some sort of saint or something to that effect...
...but we ALL know, it's nothin' else but FAKE NEWS!
Speakin' of...what AIN'T fake is the fact that you should be hearin' Mr. Gilmore talk to you right about now, chiming in about this upcoming match with our brand-new, fearsome Chief of Staff makin' his debut as his partner. But instead...Mr. Gilmore's dealin' with food poisoning thanks to, in no small part, to the shitty Chinese food he's been munchin' on these last few days. So I get to take over the segment full-time, and as usual...if ya don't like me bitchin' or moanin' about somethin', then I suggest you use that back button on your Internet browser and leave the talkin' to ME.
The problem with our IWF society's real simple. Much like the liberal snowflakes we have in the good ol' USA, that have no qualms about takin' our welfare money instead of doin' HARD WORK, there are quite a few people in this company that, in spite of their so-called limitless potential, would rather half-ass their work instead of showing US why they're relevant in the world of pro rasslin'! Guys like John Tolly come to mind. I mean, shoot...for a guy who wants to resurrect his career, he SURE is doin' a very good job of it!
PFFFFT, ANNNT--I don't think so! He's a nobody--always has been, always will be. Oh he'll like to make you THINK he's about to be on the on the cusp of doin' somethin' special, but in the end...he tanks when the cards are left on the table. Meanwhile, we're out there bustin' our BUTTS for you slackers, makin' Imperial great again with each passing moment we step into that ring! But people like YOU...see us as fake. You see us as pariahs 'cuz we are the ones who stick to our beliefs without flip-flopping to suit the needs of a small minority!
And what about...Dean Harper?
You see, Dean Harper has NEVER beat us before, no matter what he'll try and tell the world. Much like the so-called millennial crybabies who whine and complain about wantin' to be respected when he ain't rasslin' on the docket every single week we Mr. Gilmore has, like Mr. Federov WILL be! When you think about it, Mr. Harper so happens to be the Anakin Skywalker of this damn company--powerful, but reckless. Cunning, but careless...and quite frankly, the powers-that-be need to take this to heart when schedulin' the shows so that he'll NEVER, EVER have the pleasure of competin' against us, the NEW DAWN of the Imperial Wrestling Federation!
After all...this country is so sick and tired of hearin' people piss and moan just 'cuz NOTHIN' goes in their direction!
That's where WE come in! There is a problem with the primadonnas in the good ol' U.S.-of-A. that needs to be solved, and WE are those problem-solvers! We are tired of those who shun us for disagreein' with the newest, most POPULAR things that grace our planet today, and we're gonna do somethin' about it. It's our DUTY to speak for the silent majority, to be the voice of the voiceless...
...even if y'all don't like us? Well that's just too damn bad--you WILL listen to us!
And you WILL respect us--no matter who y'all are!
Those are just my Final Thoughts. Follow me on Twitter @reallindseygrawn, but for now...from Shanghai, China, God bless, take care...
...and see y'all Monday.
{ The Rolling Stones' signature tune "You Can't Always Get What You Want" plays as the show's logo fades out. }
"You can't always get what you want,
you can't always get what you want..."
==END RECORDING==
Inside his Shanghai hotel suite...
...we find James Gilmore lounging about, writing a history essay on his laptop computer as Mikhail Federov stands guard next to his doorway. For a hotel room in the middle of all the buzz and neon lights that downtown Shanghai had to offer, it was a charming place for the Islander alum to relax and concentrate on his work.
It had been almost two months since the mayoral election, but truth be told, he wanted to put that mess as far away in his rearview mirror as he possibly could. He wanted to feel as if he was trying to get away from all the bullshit going on in Corpus Christi, especially in regards to a Confederate statue near the Nueces County Courthouse, yet he found it very difficult to do so. "After all," he said to himself as he put words on his LibreOffice document, "them statues are a part of history."
In his mind, not to mention in his position with a history degree, that certainly was the case.
Even though the liberal bozos said otherwise.
Without warning, a ringer sounded through his headset, prompting James to pull down his microphone piece and answer his Skype call. He heard a very distinctive chuckle on the other end of the line as the face of the caller appeared on the screen, and Gilmore's eyes widened, his smile grew wider by the second as he realized WHO was trying to call him.
It was none other than Yulia Malakova--the young Russian gal he'd met while on Harmony of the Seas nearly one year ago.
"You rang?," he quipped using Lurch's voice. "You changed your hair Johnny-JJ," Yulia said with a hearty laugh, reminding James of his former stage name. He didn't want to tell her what all has happened since their cruise ended, since they decided to go on their own ways in life. He could only muster a sheepish smirk on his mug, trying to chuckle while reminding himself of what he is now.
"Ya look cute in that orange dress," James said with a slight wink. "What made ya wanna buzz me on Skype at this time of day," he queried as he took a sip from his bottle of Coca-Cola--the only soft drink that his hotel carried. "I...wanted to see if you were doing alright," she told him, quite lovingly and honestly.
Yet Gilmore couldn't bear himself to tell her the actual truth in regards to his personal transformation. So he passed it off with a fib, trying to deflect some of the attention away. "Uhhh...yea! Yea I'm doin' alright," he said, hyping his voice to keep himself from getting too serious.
"What's goin' on with you," he asked Yulia as Lindsey Grawn busted in the door, carrying several boxes of Chinese food. "Ahh, Mr. Gilmore," she piped in, noting that his dinner was on the desk and ready to be munched on.
Yet James wasn't paying attention to her--his eyes were focused on his Skype video-call.
"Who are you talking to," she quizzed before peering down on the computer screen, noticing Yulia's face. "Another gal, huh?," she asked with just a tinge of jealousy. Malakova, on the other end of the line, didn't pay Lindsey any mind; instead she told Gilmore a piece of good news, her vocal registry indicating one of hope and optimism.
But Miss Grawn had other ideas.
"I am currently in the process of getting my United States cit--," Yulia told James before Lindsey had cut the feed by disconnecting his computer from the Internet modem. "WHAT THE HELL, LINDSEY?!," James shouted back at her, prompting Mikhail to simply grit his teeth. "Talkin' to an illegal?," Lindsey pressed on, her voice filled with a slight hinting of hatred.
"She's...she's an old friend," Gilmore admitted with a sigh. "She ain't MY friend," Lindsey retorted before storming out of the room, the big Russian guard in hot pursuit. James was left to ponder what the hell was going on; he couldn't bring himself up to reconnecting to the Internet and getting back in touch with Yulia, even though his old girlfriend was about to tell him that she was going for her U.S. citizenship.
Lindsey Grawn, indeed, had offended James Gilmore.
"Oy vey..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
==BEGIN RECORDING==
"It's the final countdown,
the final countdown..."
{ The logo of the "All-American New Dawn" podcast appears on screen, to the accompaniment of Europe's classic power-metal tune "The Final Countdown," as we hear the voice of Lindsey Grawn chime in with her distinctive Texas twang. }
Howdy pilgrims, it's Lindsey...and it's time for some Final Thoughts.
Now if there was anything that we HAVEN'T learned already in regards to last week, it's that Roberto Verona can't fight his own battles! Instead he has the audcity to use US as cannon fodder for his own personal jihadist war against The Council. Ulf and Jason DIDN'T beat my candidate--even though you LOSERS listening to this here podcast will say otherwise. If anything, it just proves that the REAL losers are each and every one of you who buy into Bertie's sob story that he's some sort of saint or something to that effect...
...but we ALL know, it's nothin' else but FAKE NEWS!
Speakin' of...what AIN'T fake is the fact that you should be hearin' Mr. Gilmore talk to you right about now, chiming in about this upcoming match with our brand-new, fearsome Chief of Staff makin' his debut as his partner. But instead...Mr. Gilmore's dealin' with food poisoning thanks to, in no small part, to the shitty Chinese food he's been munchin' on these last few days. So I get to take over the segment full-time, and as usual...if ya don't like me bitchin' or moanin' about somethin', then I suggest you use that back button on your Internet browser and leave the talkin' to ME.
The problem with our IWF society's real simple. Much like the liberal snowflakes we have in the good ol' USA, that have no qualms about takin' our welfare money instead of doin' HARD WORK, there are quite a few people in this company that, in spite of their so-called limitless potential, would rather half-ass their work instead of showing US why they're relevant in the world of pro rasslin'! Guys like John Tolly come to mind. I mean, shoot...for a guy who wants to resurrect his career, he SURE is doin' a very good job of it!
PFFFFT, ANNNT--I don't think so! He's a nobody--always has been, always will be. Oh he'll like to make you THINK he's about to be on the on the cusp of doin' somethin' special, but in the end...he tanks when the cards are left on the table. Meanwhile, we're out there bustin' our BUTTS for you slackers, makin' Imperial great again with each passing moment we step into that ring! But people like YOU...see us as fake. You see us as pariahs 'cuz we are the ones who stick to our beliefs without flip-flopping to suit the needs of a small minority!
And what about...Dean Harper?
You see, Dean Harper has NEVER beat us before, no matter what he'll try and tell the world. Much like the so-called millennial crybabies who whine and complain about wantin' to be respected when he ain't rasslin' on the docket every single week we Mr. Gilmore has, like Mr. Federov WILL be! When you think about it, Mr. Harper so happens to be the Anakin Skywalker of this damn company--powerful, but reckless. Cunning, but careless...and quite frankly, the powers-that-be need to take this to heart when schedulin' the shows so that he'll NEVER, EVER have the pleasure of competin' against us, the NEW DAWN of the Imperial Wrestling Federation!
After all...this country is so sick and tired of hearin' people piss and moan just 'cuz NOTHIN' goes in their direction!
That's where WE come in! There is a problem with the primadonnas in the good ol' U.S.-of-A. that needs to be solved, and WE are those problem-solvers! We are tired of those who shun us for disagreein' with the newest, most POPULAR things that grace our planet today, and we're gonna do somethin' about it. It's our DUTY to speak for the silent majority, to be the voice of the voiceless...
...even if y'all don't like us? Well that's just too damn bad--you WILL listen to us!
And you WILL respect us--no matter who y'all are!
Those are just my Final Thoughts. Follow me on Twitter @reallindseygrawn, but for now...from Shanghai, China, God bless, take care...
...and see y'all Monday.
{ The Rolling Stones' signature tune "You Can't Always Get What You Want" plays as the show's logo fades out. }
"You can't always get what you want,
you can't always get what you want..."
==END RECORDING==
Well howdy there pardner.