Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Oct 30, 2017 4:31:57 GMT
==BEGIN RECORDING==
ORIGINAL BROADCAST DATE: October 25, 2017
Listen to me, my fellow Imperials...
You know what REALLY bothers me?! People like YOU would rather believe the dishonest mainstream media's narrative that the Russians had somehow colluded with Mr. Trump as he was elected the 45th President of the United States, that the Democrats are ALWAYS right and we Republicans are ALWAYS wrong! Ain't that how it's gone in our country these days, right?!
Well, well...you folks have egg in your faces and can't do a darn thing about it!
Turns out...it was Crooked Hillary Clinton and her DNC compadres that paid a research company to come up with a FAKE dossier to try and accuse MY PRESIDENT, MY BIGGEST FAN of sellin' out the American people! Yet you never wanted to believe that...'cuz all this time, you were so set on havin' a woman in the White House that y'all couldn't give two craps about morals or ethics.
Speakin' of which...what a metaphor, huh?
All this freakin' time, you've always said that -I- was the bad guy, that I colluded with the Russians in order to become the most "over" IWF superstar that has ever graced the stage in SPITE of havin' only one good eye and political views that are DIFFERENT from your bubble! Yet what the phony reporters would NEVER, EVER tell you...was that, all this time, our esteemed Invictus Champion, Jayson Matthews, was colluding with his teacher Nighthawk so that the latter would become the referee in my upcomin' Invictus title match!
And you think of those two as heroes?!
Guess what...James Gilmore, 1. Fake News...ZIP!
Now, Mr. Nash can spin it all he wants to...but Nighthawk ain't gonna be the zebra-dude! So Jayson Matthews, a genuinely good kid with a lot of talent, ain't gonna have no excuses now that his puppet-master won't be around to give him a hand. Oh...and to think that you would rather believe in a person that gets a little bit miffed for somethin' that, quite frankly, I DID NOT SAY TO HIM...OR HIS GIRLFRIEND...OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER!!
Let's face facts here...I'm the REAL victim around here. The one who said those nasty, cruel things about Sasha was NEVER me to begin with! I mean, shoot...here's a guy that is EASILY the most manipulated of the IWF roster, and yet you're gonna sit there and let him BELIEVE that he never saw Chris Card smackin' ME upside the head with a briefcase full of bricks?! This is a RIGGED system, I tell you!
Totally bogus! Totally dishonest...
...and yet you've got the aforementioned Chris Card. C'mon, MAN...you and the MSM would rather believe that this chum--and I said it, CHUM--worked his way to the top of the wrestlin' world?! Yet he comes out there, with a loaded suitcase, and bashes me over the head without even carin' about things like morals, honor, and integrity! And on top of that...the guy is a bona-fide LIAR, a crooked, calculating manipulator who would rather make fun of the very business I've given MY BLOOD, SWEAT, and TEARS for instead of bein' the "righteous" guy he THINKS he is and mannin' up for his mistakes.
I have NEVER colluded with anyone in order to get over in life! I have been the one who's worked my butt off for the sake of this industry! Heck...I have never used a foreign object to win a darn match in my career?! Yet you folks discredit me, call me a pariah while gettin' behind someone with a blatant disregard for decency and morality as Chris Card! That ain't cool. That ain't right.
That ain't the American way!
But I'll show you all...I'm the only "true" honest man that IWF has left! I'm the REAL outcast, born from humble beginnings with a disability! I'm the REAL hero of this tale, overcomin' all sorts of odds to become the man I am today! I'm the TRUE character that every single man, woman, and child can get behind and learn from...and this I promise you, when the smoke is all cleared, I will not only make the Invictus Championship great again...
...I will make IMPERIAL great again!
With that in mind, don't forget to follow me on Twitter @happy82 and use the hashtag "TeamGilmore," but for now God bless you all...
...and God bless America.
==END RECORDING==
October 26, 2017 - 3:30 PM
A day after the podcast...
...we find James Gilmore filming his day of relaxing on his private beach behind his villa with Mikhail Federov, who is busy constructing a metiulously-crafted sculture on the white sand. It was a beautiful day to be outdoors, with temperatures in the mid-70s and crystal-clear skies. For an early autumn day in Corpus Christi, it was truly beachgoing weather at its most picturesque.
We see everything from the perspective of James' personal Sony Handycam as he strolls up towards his muscle-dude, who sports a tie-dye shirt with blue jean shorts and white shoes. He calmly observes the big Russian as he works on his art. "Ain't his a wonderful day to be at the beach," Gilmore happily asked as the camera went down to the ground with him. "This is the life, bud...no crowds, no one tellin' ya what to do. Just the wind, the waves, and the stars to guide you."
"Hrmmm...," Mikhail hummed, nodding his head. It was refreshing to see him not punching anyone out for a change. Oh he loved fighting--it was his pride and jockey as a hockey enforcer--but this was a "softer" side of Federov that nobody else could ever understand. His shy, genuinely quiet demeanor was a complete contrast to his personality when defending the man who hired him.
James, to his credit, appreciated his hired gun more than Lindsey Grawn ever did.
"You...are my friend," Mikhail spoke deliberately, yet warmly. He rarely, if not never, spoked to anyone else, and this display shocked the more outspoken ex-mayoral candidate. "Fiona...is our friend. She fights with honor," he added.
It made Gilmore smile on the inside. After all, while Lindsey DID help revitalize his own career and gave him something to shoot for, he couldn't stomach the notion of anyone in his camp being paid to take out anyone, much less Fiona McFly. James respected the Northern Irishwoman, mainly due in large part to the fact that she had the same attributes as he did, particulary when it came to keeping a level head and making things more fair and balanced.
"Yeah. Yeah she does," he said to Mikhail, bobbing the camera up and down.
In the corner of James' camera lens, we see a lone guy walking onto the private beachhead. The stranger was a Hispanic at around six-five and an athletic build to him. He sported a white T-shirt that had the logo of The Price is Right on the front. James and Mikhail thought nothing of the guest; he looked like your typical South Texas neighbor who had lost his way.
"You need somethin'," James asked the wayward man. "I was wonderin' if you're that Republican James Gilmore," the guest responded kindly, flashing a slight grin as if he'd never met the man before. "Yessir!,"Gilmore responded, unaware of the visitor's true intentions...
...but the camera had caught the stranger pulling out something shiny and metallic.
ORIGINAL BROADCAST DATE: October 25, 2017
Listen to me, my fellow Imperials...
You know what REALLY bothers me?! People like YOU would rather believe the dishonest mainstream media's narrative that the Russians had somehow colluded with Mr. Trump as he was elected the 45th President of the United States, that the Democrats are ALWAYS right and we Republicans are ALWAYS wrong! Ain't that how it's gone in our country these days, right?!
Well, well...you folks have egg in your faces and can't do a darn thing about it!
Turns out...it was Crooked Hillary Clinton and her DNC compadres that paid a research company to come up with a FAKE dossier to try and accuse MY PRESIDENT, MY BIGGEST FAN of sellin' out the American people! Yet you never wanted to believe that...'cuz all this time, you were so set on havin' a woman in the White House that y'all couldn't give two craps about morals or ethics.
Speakin' of which...what a metaphor, huh?
All this freakin' time, you've always said that -I- was the bad guy, that I colluded with the Russians in order to become the most "over" IWF superstar that has ever graced the stage in SPITE of havin' only one good eye and political views that are DIFFERENT from your bubble! Yet what the phony reporters would NEVER, EVER tell you...was that, all this time, our esteemed Invictus Champion, Jayson Matthews, was colluding with his teacher Nighthawk so that the latter would become the referee in my upcomin' Invictus title match!
And you think of those two as heroes?!
Guess what...James Gilmore, 1. Fake News...ZIP!
Now, Mr. Nash can spin it all he wants to...but Nighthawk ain't gonna be the zebra-dude! So Jayson Matthews, a genuinely good kid with a lot of talent, ain't gonna have no excuses now that his puppet-master won't be around to give him a hand. Oh...and to think that you would rather believe in a person that gets a little bit miffed for somethin' that, quite frankly, I DID NOT SAY TO HIM...OR HIS GIRLFRIEND...OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER!!
Let's face facts here...I'm the REAL victim around here. The one who said those nasty, cruel things about Sasha was NEVER me to begin with! I mean, shoot...here's a guy that is EASILY the most manipulated of the IWF roster, and yet you're gonna sit there and let him BELIEVE that he never saw Chris Card smackin' ME upside the head with a briefcase full of bricks?! This is a RIGGED system, I tell you!
Totally bogus! Totally dishonest...
...and yet you've got the aforementioned Chris Card. C'mon, MAN...you and the MSM would rather believe that this chum--and I said it, CHUM--worked his way to the top of the wrestlin' world?! Yet he comes out there, with a loaded suitcase, and bashes me over the head without even carin' about things like morals, honor, and integrity! And on top of that...the guy is a bona-fide LIAR, a crooked, calculating manipulator who would rather make fun of the very business I've given MY BLOOD, SWEAT, and TEARS for instead of bein' the "righteous" guy he THINKS he is and mannin' up for his mistakes.
I have NEVER colluded with anyone in order to get over in life! I have been the one who's worked my butt off for the sake of this industry! Heck...I have never used a foreign object to win a darn match in my career?! Yet you folks discredit me, call me a pariah while gettin' behind someone with a blatant disregard for decency and morality as Chris Card! That ain't cool. That ain't right.
That ain't the American way!
But I'll show you all...I'm the only "true" honest man that IWF has left! I'm the REAL outcast, born from humble beginnings with a disability! I'm the REAL hero of this tale, overcomin' all sorts of odds to become the man I am today! I'm the TRUE character that every single man, woman, and child can get behind and learn from...and this I promise you, when the smoke is all cleared, I will not only make the Invictus Championship great again...
...I will make IMPERIAL great again!
With that in mind, don't forget to follow me on Twitter @happy82 and use the hashtag "TeamGilmore," but for now God bless you all...
...and God bless America.
==END RECORDING==
October 26, 2017 - 3:30 PM
A day after the podcast...
...we find James Gilmore filming his day of relaxing on his private beach behind his villa with Mikhail Federov, who is busy constructing a metiulously-crafted sculture on the white sand. It was a beautiful day to be outdoors, with temperatures in the mid-70s and crystal-clear skies. For an early autumn day in Corpus Christi, it was truly beachgoing weather at its most picturesque.
We see everything from the perspective of James' personal Sony Handycam as he strolls up towards his muscle-dude, who sports a tie-dye shirt with blue jean shorts and white shoes. He calmly observes the big Russian as he works on his art. "Ain't his a wonderful day to be at the beach," Gilmore happily asked as the camera went down to the ground with him. "This is the life, bud...no crowds, no one tellin' ya what to do. Just the wind, the waves, and the stars to guide you."
"Hrmmm...," Mikhail hummed, nodding his head. It was refreshing to see him not punching anyone out for a change. Oh he loved fighting--it was his pride and jockey as a hockey enforcer--but this was a "softer" side of Federov that nobody else could ever understand. His shy, genuinely quiet demeanor was a complete contrast to his personality when defending the man who hired him.
James, to his credit, appreciated his hired gun more than Lindsey Grawn ever did.
"You...are my friend," Mikhail spoke deliberately, yet warmly. He rarely, if not never, spoked to anyone else, and this display shocked the more outspoken ex-mayoral candidate. "Fiona...is our friend. She fights with honor," he added.
It made Gilmore smile on the inside. After all, while Lindsey DID help revitalize his own career and gave him something to shoot for, he couldn't stomach the notion of anyone in his camp being paid to take out anyone, much less Fiona McFly. James respected the Northern Irishwoman, mainly due in large part to the fact that she had the same attributes as he did, particulary when it came to keeping a level head and making things more fair and balanced.
"Yeah. Yeah she does," he said to Mikhail, bobbing the camera up and down.
In the corner of James' camera lens, we see a lone guy walking onto the private beachhead. The stranger was a Hispanic at around six-five and an athletic build to him. He sported a white T-shirt that had the logo of The Price is Right on the front. James and Mikhail thought nothing of the guest; he looked like your typical South Texas neighbor who had lost his way.
"You need somethin'," James asked the wayward man. "I was wonderin' if you're that Republican James Gilmore," the guest responded kindly, flashing a slight grin as if he'd never met the man before. "Yessir!,"Gilmore responded, unaware of the visitor's true intentions...
...but the camera had caught the stranger pulling out something shiny and metallic.
Instantly recognizing what it was, James Gilmore dropped the camera to the sand and ran for his life, with Mikhail doing his job as several rounds from a Colt .45 go off in different directions.
~BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG!!!~
There were muffled screams and more gunshots as we hear Mikhail scream wildly. We only hear the sounds of a fistfight taking place on the ground as two men struggled mightily for control of the weapon.
"FOR KATHERINE!!!," the stranger could be heard shouting out of nowhere before we hear one final gunshot....
~BANG!~
...and then, silence. Pure, unadulterated silence. It was as if the air had filtered out of the sails of the Gilmore camp. We hear the sound of heavy breathing as the giant boot of Mikhail Federov stepped in front of the lens to pick up the camera; he then turned it to the left--just enough to reveal a startling image. James Gilmore knelt over his would-be attacker, blood clearly on his white Dak Prescott jersey and all over his hands, crying and screaming for Mikhail to call the cops. Yet an off-duty officer, that was living in the area, had heard the ruckus going on and sprinted toward the scene as he checked on both James and the gunman.
The cop, last name Nesmith, checked the stranger's pulse before confirming the bad news.
"Sir...this guy's dead," he grimly noted. James tried all he could to explain that he was only trying to defend himself and his property, but the sight of crimson on his hands had rendered the outspoken man speechless.
~BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG!!!~
There were muffled screams and more gunshots as we hear Mikhail scream wildly. We only hear the sounds of a fistfight taking place on the ground as two men struggled mightily for control of the weapon.
"FOR KATHERINE!!!," the stranger could be heard shouting out of nowhere before we hear one final gunshot....
~BANG!~
...and then, silence. Pure, unadulterated silence. It was as if the air had filtered out of the sails of the Gilmore camp. We hear the sound of heavy breathing as the giant boot of Mikhail Federov stepped in front of the lens to pick up the camera; he then turned it to the left--just enough to reveal a startling image. James Gilmore knelt over his would-be attacker, blood clearly on his white Dak Prescott jersey and all over his hands, crying and screaming for Mikhail to call the cops. Yet an off-duty officer, that was living in the area, had heard the ruckus going on and sprinted toward the scene as he checked on both James and the gunman.
The cop, last name Nesmith, checked the stranger's pulse before confirming the bad news.
"Sir...this guy's dead," he grimly noted. James tried all he could to explain that he was only trying to defend himself and his property, but the sight of crimson on his hands had rendered the outspoken man speechless.
James Gilmore had always prided himself in being an honest man, one that would never hurt a fly in his life. Yet when some bastard took it upon himself to try and take HIM out on someone's orders, the Islander alum had no choice but to do something that he never wanted to do, that he thought was wrong and uncivilized.
What started out as a beautiful day on the beach, turned out to be the worst day of his life.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What started out as a beautiful day on the beach, turned out to be the worst day of his life.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well howdy there pardner.