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Wire Index...
#1: Josh Walters
#2: Ban X
#3: Big O
#4: The Flying Scotsman
#5: Obediah
#6: The Rebels
#7: "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes
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JOSH WALTERS
((The scene opens to the NACW headquarters. "Intensity" Josh Walters is
seen coming through the doors and asking for a camera and some interview
time. Finally a camera comes out and Walters begins to talk.))
Walters: ((pointing to the camera)) I don't want a word from you! Got
it? ((the camera shakes up and down))
Walters: I have just seen the recent interviews with the big stars of
the NACW and something has struck me. I have realized something and I
don't know what to think.
((Walters takes in a deep breath and continues))
Walters: Shawn Coats runs this league and he does a damn fine job of it.
He constantly has people on his ass and he is able to make sound
decisions. Finally he had enough and declared a hardcore tournament and
entered himself to show us that he can still wrestle. Don't take this as
me kissing ass because I despise you as much as the next guy, Coats. The
thing is here in NACW I don't know what it is going to take to become a
contender.
I have tried insults but they are just a cheap way to generate some
heat. I have tried running in on people, hell before I even knew what I
was doing I challenged Justin Russell. Pretty crazy.
I have decided that the only way to get to the top is to work and work
and work. I felt I was carving a niche for myself but then the rankings
came out and I was nowhere to be found. Sure I didn't really think I
would be but when I saw some of the other names there I know I can
compete with them.
Hey, Coats what is wrong with me? Is it my angle? My teeth? My hair?
Just give me a clue, please. I want to succeed so badly but I can't get
noticed. Right now I am known as the man who got demolished by Russell
and Blottie. I do hate Blottie but I am done trying to start something
with insults.
I figure if I train really hard I might get noticed. Right now I am
really down because I can't get noticed. I love to wrestle and I love to
bash heads. I introduced alot of rookies to this league and they are
just using me as a stepping stone.
Most of you think that I am whining but I am getting screwed by Coats.
I can handle it though. I will continue to work hard and maybe I will
get a match against someone. To any of my fans out there don't lose hope
because eventually Coats will wake up and see the Intensity.
Coats, continue to handle the new talent the way you see fit but don't
forget about me. Remember the name Josh Walters because it will come
back to haunt you.
((Walters walks away muttering to himself))
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BAN X
(The scene opens at Ban X's house in Grapevine, Texas. He is just
basically lying down on the couch, flipping through the channels on the
T.V. (What an incredible invention, if you actually take the time to
think about it.) Finally he stops at the NACW Channel, and watches the
latest wires by the NACW wrestlers/stars/superstars. He then flips off
the T.V., and the camera fades in as he begins to speak.)
Ban X: What a day, what a week, what a friggin' adventure its been.
First, I lose that Rookie Rumble after Lost Metal, Josh Walters, Big O,
and numerous others attack me, then I go on today, and I find out
somebody stole my truck. This is just friggin great. Of course, I really
don't care about the truck, it was only 1988 Ford, and I'm sure my NACW
slaery will *gladly* pay for that. Message to Coats: I NEED A $1,000
RAISE!
But off that subject, and onto others of which I may speak about, I guess
it's been a busy week. Some people want a piece of Ban X, and some just
need to take some notice. They sit around, they watch, and they saw
Blottie win that damn Rumble. But ya know what? I didn't really expect
myself to win that one. Of course, I read in TKR that I was an underdog
favorite, but still, underdogs will always been just that...underdogs.
Well, now onto the speaking portion, where everybody from which way west
gets their oppurtnity to be mentioned in my little interview here. It's
good for the health, ears, body, mind, so...wait, this ain't Frutopia
commercial, is it?
Lost Metal, ya know what, now, I can honestly say I have no more *beef*
with you. You ahd me going, raged, and fired up for a while there. But
that's all died down. S.O.D., have your fun here in NACW, but let ME tell
you, it'll only last for so long. As for your little challenge to myself,
ya know what, if you really, TRULY want to fight me, then bring it on. If
I had a choice, I'd pick the No box, but if you feel that you want to get
me in the ring that badly, then I will gladly accept your challenge.
Bring the paper, and I'll have my pen.
Brian J. Blottie, as much as you call yourself "The True Living Legend",
it looks like you got your chance on Saturday to prove that to me and a
few other guys. You won, congrats, but don't think this is exactly la-la
land where you float on Cloud 9 all the time, because sooner or later,
somebody's gonna bring you right back down to earth. Who knows? Could be
Scotsman, McWhirter, or god forbid, even myself.
But before I mvoe onto other matches and wonderful things, let me speak
about "Big Dog" Justin Russell. That man, that man should be the World
Champion right now. He shouldn't be griving in the hospital because he
tore his genitlia and various other parts of the groin where we shan't
discuss, but it's darn shame that Russell ain't the champ. But trust me
on this; That man WILL become the NACW World Champion in time. Of course,
he better get his sexual mojo working all better and everything first,
but when he does capture that belt, just believe me that I'll be right
there behind you, and I'll always have your back.
Speaking of backs, Mr. Alan Soriano and Mr....er...Mrs....er...Ms....of
whatever, Chameleon, just always know, that you ever need a friend in
need, you ever want somebody to help you, you know that this
country-loving southern hick has always got yur back. The man who has
immortalized X Marks The Spot, Ban X.
Now that we've got our Scottish people (Seems to be a fad these days...),
should be World Champs, and two other fine and dandy wrestlers, it's time
to move onto our Canadian of the day, the man who is, without a doubt,
your typical Canadian (Hey, I'm a typical Hick; SUE ME!), Big O!
Big O, let me first start off by saying this; You respect me, that's good
for you. But respect, as much as it as wanted, needed, or idolized, isn't
what it used to be these days. Respect me all you want, and I'll give you
some credit, but honestly, when it comes down to it, I can almost
guarantee that your back will be on that ground when I'm covering your
arse, and that's just the way it is.
O, O, O...why do I feel like the entrance to a *certain* WWF Mega-Star
entrance theme that rhymes with Soy Boy...anyways, Big O. You may have
Runs-With-the-Pack, and many other people watching your back, but always
know, Ban X isn't exactly what he appears to be on the outside. You may
be good, you may have talent, but the bottom line is; Odds are stacked
against me. Surprising; 0. Well, maybe a few morons who think that a
Figure 8 is a Figure 4 + a Figure 4, but the fact is simply Ban X will
probably walk out of that match a winner. A winner...not always. I win, I
lose, I draw. Ain't PERFECT, I ain't gots me that comic-book character
role from Mr. McMahon's WWF, but that's way off the subject here.
Onto the NACW Hardcore Tournament. Ban X? Hardcore? Could happen. I've
never been known to win an Extreme & Hardcore Title in this fed and that
fed, but winning this NACW Hardcore Title would make my....hmmm...well,
it would make ME proud, and that's all that really counts in the end. As
for Coats entering it, I do sense a state of conspiracy lingering around
in the air here, but I'm sure he'll deny it, and we'll be back to square
1, which isn't always exactly where many people like to get back to.
Jeremy Rhodes, "The Lobo". He's pretty darn good, I'll give him that. If
I face him, I'll tell you that he would give a good fight. Would I win?
Depends. I'm not always in a *Hardcore* mood. Flying Scotsman, he puts
out a darn good newsletter, but him stepping into the ring with 7 others?
I dunno...I kinda question wether or not he is ready. Lost Metal, like I
said, if we shall happen to *cross* paths, then let it be. Nothing would
bring more joy to my heart than beating you, and I'm sure my temporaril
closed fed would enjoy that as well...or at least I'd hope. Now Coats
kidna reccomends me, and for that, I'm thankful. If I get the
Commisioner's approval, well then, I guess I must be KIND OF good! As for
people doubting me, they do it all the time. And most of the time...they
lose. But that's their mistake. Me, you, and a few other people out there
know this all too well. Insane Wayne, I could pick 1 major weakness of
this guy...just take all of his toys, and he'd be so lost, he wouldn't
know where to begin. Big O doesn't exactly seem to have Coats' approval.
Strange way things work in life. But ya see, he DOES make a good point;
Childish name calling is really friggin retarded. Once, just once, I'd
like for you to bring up one time that I've ever, EVER called anybody a
childish name here in NACW, and I'd give you quit a bit of pennies. But
you won't get those pennies. No, not because I'm broke, but because it
just doesn't happen. That, to me, is the difference between wether you
are truly elite, or just another wrestler.
I've really got to go now...my Monday's nite WWF warsslin' is on...Hey
Ma, look! I'm on WRASSLIN'!!!
(The scene fades as Ban X turns on the channel to the USA Network.)
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BIG O
(The scene opens at a small pond somewhere in the woods near B.F., B.C.
The pond still has some small patches of floating ice on it, but that
doesn't seem to stop Big O or Runs-with-the-Pack who are swimming laps.
Finally, Big O notices the camera and gets out of the pond.
Runs-with-the-Pack continues to wrestle.)
cameraman: Sorry to interrupt you Big O, do you have a minute for the
fed?
Big O: Oh yeah, you betcha, eh. I always have a moment for the fed.
It's in my contract to do interviews, don't ya know. I'm not like some
of the stuck up wrestlers in this league, only doing an interview upon
request. (sarcasticly) Well, I guess if your rich enough you can do
whatever you want, eh.
cameraman: Big O, you seem to have calmed down some from yesterday. Are
you still upset about the rankings?
Big O: Oh, no. Rankings don't mean anything, eh. The only thing that
counts is your performance in the ring. I was a little drunk last night
and got a little bit worked up, that's all, eh.
cameraman: Have you seen the GREAT interview from the SUPERSTAR Shawn
Coats yet?
Big O: Oh yah, don't ya know. Commisioner Pants, better known as the
"Semi-Star" Shane Pants gave a great interview. I didn't know he could
speak that well, eh. I thought some of his comments were right on. Like
picking Ban X to win. I was also glad to hear that the commisioner has
absolutly no respect for me, eh. Let me tell you something, Commisioner
Pants is just another pretty rich boy like Lottie-Dottie or the Lima
Bean. I don't need or want respect from a person like that. If Pants is
so sure he will win the Hardcore Title, then he better replace me,
because the only thing I'm working for now is a chance to take him out.
I can't wait to step into the ring with our esteemed head of the NACW. I
am very excited that he is equally looking forward to "ripping my fucking
head off." Ha, our commisioner should stay in the front office where he
belongs, before he gets hurt, eh.
cameraman: What do you have to say about the upcoming SNSM?
Big O: I can't wait, eh. It's going to be a great card and a geat show
for the NACW. The Crimson Rain Match to end the night will be a huge
crowd pleaser. Let me tell you, those guys have something wrong in the
head. I wouldn't want to sign a match like that, eh. As for my match
against Ban X, I am training hard and am very excited. I think this will
be a good indicator of how I compare to the rest of the top talent in the
league, eh. Ban X is a great wrestler. This should be a great match,
don't ya know, eh.
cameraman: Any other comments?
Big O: Oh yah. I want to comment about all the pieces of shit who are
currently trying to get over by attacking Joe Smith on the street. Mr.
Pants thinks that Vodka guy's gimmik is bad, these guys are a bunch of
unoriginal tirds on an elk's ass. Why do they think that they are tough
because they jump some ordinary, hard working, blue collar Tom they see
on the street. I can't believe that Pants is letting these guys work for
the fed. These guys give the NACW a terrible image, eh. If you moose
asses want to attack somebody, get your lazy, piece of shit, asses up to
BF and try jumping me or Runs-with-the-Pack, eh.
cameraman: Are you questioning how Commisioner Pants, er I mean Coats
runs this league? I think you should know that Mr. Coats has worked
miracles for the NACW. Without Commisioner Coats the NACW would be
absolutly nothing.
Big O: I agree, Commisioner Pants does a great job, eh. I just can't
believe that a man who imagines himself as a man of high integrity would
let these jackasses do as they please and give the fed a bad name.
Instead of firing people for making up stupid nicknames, like a little
girl, why doesn't Commisioner Pants make a stand and fire these jokers
for behaving in an unprofesional manner, eh.
cameraman: I think Commisioner Coats is a great guy who...
Big O: ENOUGH! You're 100% correct Commisioner Pants is the greatest
man ever. Now whipe the shit off your lips and continue the interview.
cameraman: Well, I guess it's over then because I really don't have any
more questions. (starts to stand)
Big O: Wait a second. I wanna talk about Lottie-Dottie. Sit and ask me
about Lottie Dottie.
cameraman: Ummm, ok, what are your feelings about "The True Living
Legend" Brian J. Blottie.
Big O: Dottie, every time I think you couldn't be more of a complete
jackass, you suprise me and prove me wrong, eh. First is your defence of
your "smart wrestling." It looked more like you got a case of pussyitis,
you two-faced SOB. Second, I'm truly sorry that you "don't do gimmick
matches." Bullshit, that Rookie Rumble was a gimmick. I guess I invited
you to BF because I thought you wanted to learn what it was like to be a
regular guy. I thought that you were man enough to brave the elements
and wrestle anywhere to prove that you are a legend. But, I guess you
don't need to. I guess you really are a spoiled little rich boy, who
wouldn't dare soil himself with the commoners. (spitting vilely) Oh
shoot, I forgot that you already are a legend. I forgot that you utterly
destroyed two of the best wrestlers in the league, Sir Smokes-a-Lot and
Jack "Shot Glass" Daniels. I forgot that you won a nearly meaningless
rumble, in whick you showcased your great wrestling skills by pushing
your opponents out of the ring from behind, like a little bitch. Third,
your contempt for the NACW is unbelievable. Why don't you retire and
start your own fed. Oh yeah, because it would suck ass. I guess that
your to good and pretty for a shot at the Hardcore Title. Well you know
what, I've never been in a hardcore match either, eh. But, I do what the
NACW asks me to and I don't complain because I know that my success
depends on the success of the fed. Why would you ever talk shit about
the fed, eh. Without the NACW you would be just another rich, coach
potato. Finally, one of these days you won't be able to ignore my
demands for a match anymore. Someday, I'll get you into the ring and you
won't be able to make up pussy excuses anymore, eh. And when the dust
clears and the winner's hand is raised, I'll be standing and you'll have
to kiss that, don't yah know, eh.
(With that Big O points with his left hand. The camera pans over and
focuses on Runs-with-the-Pack's bare ass as she steps out of the pond.
The camera shudders a little and quickly fades to black.)
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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN
[Scotsman is shown in the padded cell. A reporter enters to talk to him]
Reporter: "Hi Mr Scotsman...can I have a few words?"
Scotsman: "Sure. Just watch where you step. Theres some cats running
about here, and I'm afraid you may step on them. You have very big
feet."
Reporter: "Ok....now theres a poll on the NACW website, asking who should
be commited to a mental hospital."
Scotsman: "Oh thats easy. Michael Jackson should. That guys an oddball.
Have you heard him? I'd love to light his nose in fire."
Reporter: "Ok..but he isn't in the NACW. Anyway, its between you, Insane
Wayne, Red Leaf and Jeremy Rhodes."
Scotsman: "JERRRRRRRREMY!"
Reporter: "Yes...but you see..you're winning the poll."
Scotsman: "Thats because I'm a winner. Always was, always will, always
will be. Why? Because I'm Canadian damnit. And you're not. GET OUT MY
HOUSE!"
Reporter: "You're Scottish, not Canadian."
Scotsman: "You're rubber, I'm glue."
Reporter: "So things bounce off me....and stick to you?"
Scotsman: "Exactly!"
Reporter: "Hmm...but don't you understand what I'm saying? The NACW
basically think you should be commited to a mental hospital."
Scotsman: "That'll never happen."
[Reporter looks around at the padded cell, and the sign that says "Mental
Hospital - Room 102"]
Reporter: "Do you know where you are now?"
Scotsman: "Las Vegas...and I have $500 on red...red...red...its BLACK!
YES!!! I WIN $3,000. Oh man is this the best day of my life or what?"
Reporter: "Ok....onto the topic of the roleplay wire. Shawn Coats said
that he likes you, and that if you weren't nuts, you might be the future
of this company. Thoughts on that?"
Scotsman: "I'm the past...present...and future of the NACW. Its obvious
to everyone. Even you. Mr Coats just doesn't want to give me a big
head. He knows that if I get a big head, soon I'll be going around and
telling you I'm going to lay the smack down, and that the NACW better
know its role. Get where I'm coming from?"
Reporter: "Yes."
Scotsman: "Good."
[Reporter than reads Brian J. Blotties roleplay to Scotsman]
Scotsman: "Ah, thats nice. He respects me. I am so happy. He is such a
nice man. I can't wait. Maybe someday we can tag, and go under the name
of "Very Good Friends". That would be a nice tribue to our friendship,
don't you think?"
[Scotsman looks over the RP Wire again]
"WHAT THE HELL? MCWHIRTER CALLED ME A RETARD??? WHAT THE HELL IS HE
PLAYING AT??? I AM NOT RETARDED. WHERE DID HE GET THIS INFORMATION FROM?
DAMN ALL THESE INTERNET REPORTERS WITH THEIR STUPID NEWSLETTERS! I BET IT
WAS THAT CRAPPY KILT REPORT THAT SAID THIS! I AM NOT RETARDED!!! I AM NOT
RETARDED!!! I AM NOT RETARDED!!!"
[Scotsman starts chanting it loudly, and kicking mid-air]
Reporter: "Scotsman...thats just it. He didn't. Blottie is lying."
Scotsman: "LYING? YOU CALL MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD A LIAR????
THATS IT, YOU'RE GOING DOWN!!!"
[Scotsman starts smashing the reporters head off the padded walls...even
though it does nothing. Scotsman then punches the reporter, and stomps
on his neck till he passes out]
"I'm sorry Mr Blottie, I didn't mean for that to happen."
[Scotsman then looks around, and smiles at the camera]
"Everyone may think I'm insane. But would an insane person
have........THIS?"
[Scotsman pulls out a certificate, that says on it "The Flying Scotsman
is insane"]
"Whoops...wrong thing. Wait a minute..."
[Scotsman then pulls out the key for the door, and a devilish grin goes
over his face]
"Someones going to get into a lot of trouble....."
[Scotsman then leaves through the door, on his plight to escape from this
mental institution....]
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OBEDIAH
(the scene opens showing the outside of an old country church. The camera
moves toward the door and opens it. At the podium stands a six foot tall
man dressed in black and weraring a beard with no mustach. As the camera
gets closer we recognize Obediah standing with his head bowed and tears
in his eyes. Obediah slowly looks up into the camera.)
Obediah: These are sad times for the church. The Lord has ordained two of
His faithful servents to cleanse the world of wreastling of vile evil,
and profanity, and one of those servents is blinded by petty diferences
in preferances to life style. Mr. Faith, if you are truly a man of God
then thou shalt truly understand. The Lord, God of Abraham has called all
christians to be united in his son Jesus christ.
(Obediah opens his Bible up to the book of Romans, chapter 15.)
Obedia: "May the God who gives endurance and encourage ment give you a
spirit of UNITY among yourselvsas you fallow Jesus, so that with one
heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus
Christ." Mr. Faith, listen to the words of our Lord through the apostile
Paul. We are called to be unity with each other so that we may over come
the evil that God has sent us to distroy. We must stand as one as Christ
has called us to, for only as one may we over come the vile evilness of
this world.
(Obediah once again opens his Bible up to psalm 133.)
Obedaih: "How good, and pleasent it is when brothers live in unity." doth
thou see Mr. Faith? The Lord is calling you to be unite with me in our
holy cause for Him.
(Obediah opens his Bible up to the gospel of John, chapter 17.)
Obediah:"My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will
belive in me through their mesage, that all of them may be one, Father,,
just as you are one in me and I am one in you." This is the prayer of
Jesus for us Mr. Faith, that we be one as Christ is one in the Father. If
you are truly a man of God then you can not ignore this offer. I offer to
you a union. We will become a holy tag team and clense the NACW of evil,
and sin together united in Christ. We will take out the tag teams and the
singels for no one will be able to stand up to us with the power of Jesus
behind us. IF you do not agree Mr. Faith, then you are a false prophet,
and as the faithful servant of the Lord I must crush you and apply the
Hand of God to you. Remember the message of our Lord Mr. Faith and stand
united with me as the Lord has declared!
(Obediah stares up toward heaven with intense passion in his eyes as the
camera fades to black)
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THE REBELS
(Scene opens with the Revenger, Blood Boy and Red Leaf, The Rebels at
Blood Boy's apartment. They've gone back to North America, if you
remember last night Revenger and Blood Boy were in England.)
The Revenger: Well, we're back to North America, here in Toronto.
Blood Boy: Yeah.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf like it here. Did you guys have fun?
The Revenger: Yup.
Blood Boy: Of course. And what did you do?
Red Leaf: Red Leaf played with rats.
The Revenger: Ever think about rabies, disease, and all that?
Blood Boy: Ewww...
Red Leaf: Red Leaf don't. Rats nice to Red Leaf. Red Leaf nice [in]
return. Red Leaf had lots of fun. Red Leaf think both you should play
along with Red Leaf sometime.
The Revenger: I'll take a raincheck.
Blood Boy: Sounds interesting, but I don't have much time anymore.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf doubt that. How come you guys always just go for
walks?
The Revenger: Fresh air maybe?
Blood Boy: Uhhhhh.... boredom.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf ain't [no] retard. Red Leaf just caught that. If you
[are] bored, come to Red Leaf's special place.
The Revenger: The rats?
Blood Boy: Uggghh....
Red Leaf: Red Leaf don't think you like rats.
The Revenger: I'm not too fond of them, am I? You know that, don't you?
Blood Boy: Rats, ugh. Ugly tails... Ugh...
Red Leaf: Red Leaf know you like them event-ly.
The Revenger: No, I'm pretty sure I won't.
Blood Boy: Oh, and I think that I'd love rats.... If I was you.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf is Red Leaf.
The Revenger: Yup, and your interaction with rats is far greater than
ours, than probably most people.
Blood Boy: Why don't we always just talk wrestling? Wrestling is mainly
what we all got in common.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf wants to expand our friendship from wrestling to rats.
The Revenger: Ugghhh...
Blood Boy: Well, you've got your debut wrestling match with Maniac on
Sunday Night.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf know. Red Leaf going to win. Red Leaf trained with the
rats for that.
The Revenger: Trained.... with the... rats?
Blood Boy: Man, what does a rat know?
Red Leaf: Red Leaf watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie.
The Revenger: Well, those are just movies. And fake as hell too!
Blood Boy: Just movies.
Red Leaf: Red Leaf know. Red Leaf think that series meant how a rat can
train people, turtles and stuff.
The Revenger: What's the obsession with rats?
Blood Boy: What's it about?
Red Leaf: Red Leaf think a rat is not a superior being, ac-ly, Red Leaf
know it. Red Leaf just want to feel sorry.
The Revenger: Alright, this is over. Revenge is so bitterly sweet.
(Scene slowly fades to black...)
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JEREMY RHODES
(Fade in. We are in an airport terminal. The plane has reached the
terminal, and people are being let out. There is a woman awaiting
something. She is wearing a jacket with the NACW logo on the back, along
with a solid black skirt with slits on both sides. The door then opens.
A couple of people walking out are holding their heads. One man, dressed
in a suit, is holding what used to be a white towel to his head; it is
now stained a crimson red. Then, a man dressed in a sleeveless black
t-shirt and a red, white, and black bold striped skirt walks out. He is
also wearing black army boots. He has several bandages on his arms,
legs, and head. That's "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes. Suddenly, the woman
rushes over to Rhodes. We'll pick up the commentary from here)
Woman: You're Jeremy Rhodes right?
"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes: Yeah. What do you want autographed?
Woman: Huh?
Rhodes: Autograph. You're a fan, right?
Woman: No, I can't really say that...
Rhodes: What?! You like Insane Wayne?! How can you approach me, when
you're an Insane Wayne fan! That's not right!
Woman: No, no, you don't understand. Shawn Coats hired me to take care
of you...
Rhodes: No thanks, I don't need a prostitute.
Woman: What?!
Rhodes: I said I don't need a prostitute. That was awfully nice of
Shawnsie, though.
Woman: I'm not a prostitute! Shawn Coats hired me to make sure that you
remain in control! My name is Leah Singleton. I'm supposed to watch you
24 hours a day, seven days a week. Mr. Coats thinks that you are too
mentally unstable to remain by yourself.
Rhodes: WHAT?!
Leah Singleton: I said I'm supposed to make sure that you remain in
control. If you have a problem with that, then I suggest you take it up
with Mr. Coats.
Rhodes: Ah, hell. I guess I can't fight it. It figures, of all the
things I can't fight, it's gotta be Shawn Coats and a woman. But I
thought that the Flying Scotsman was in charge of watching me!
Singleton: Hey, I have a name...
Rhodes: Yeah, Leah Singleton. I have more than two brain cells, you
know. C'mon, let's get my luggage. I got a Jeep waiting in the parking
lot.
(Rhodes begins to walk off)
Singleton: Wait, we have a limo waiting in the lot! It's paid for!
Wait!
(Singleton begins to follow Rhodes. When we fade back in, the two are
seated in the limo. Rhodes is a little fidgety, playing with his skirt
and messing around with the buttons. One button sends the door flying
open, which causes Rhodes to reach out and close the door at nearly 55
miles an hour)
Singleton: What are you doing? You could have been killed!
Rhodes: I had to close the door. If we weren't careful, then that door
would have flown off and we would have had a serious lawsuit on our
hands.
Singleton: Don't you have to do an interview now?
Rhodes: What's with you? Did Shawn tell you to dress me, too? Are you
going to be picking out my skirts from now on?
(Rhodes begins picking at Singleton's skirt)
Rhodes: I do like this one, though. I'm afraid I don't have the legs for
it. Mine are too scarred up for that one.
Singleton (somewhat flattered): Do your interview.
Rhodes (a little more focused): Okay, all right. I was watching an
interview with that guy, uh...uh...
Singleton: Insane Wayne.
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