Post by Bobby Ray Willis on Dec 1, 2023 18:06:33 GMT -5
Gavel banging.
There’s another bang to get everyone’s attention.
And a third, for good measure.
The black and white haired judge sets the wooden gavel down, and makes sure that everyone is paying attention to her words. There is an unseen, but heard hub-bub taking place somewhere in the courtroom, but with the point of her finger that hub-bub dies down.
JUDGE: “I will have order in this court. No more outbursts will be tolerated!”
The camera pans a little over towards the judge’s left, where Bobby Ray Willis is sitting in the witness box. Bobby Ray pulls uncomfortably at the tie around his neck, along with the collar of his white shirt under his black sports jacket. His face is covered in sweat, and he coughs a few times before finally leaning forward towards the microphone to speak.
BRW: “Could you repeat the question?”
This cuts back over towards the slick looking attorney who, with a smile on his face, happily repeats the question.
ATTORNEY: “Mr. Willis, would you restate when and where you purchased the supposed ranch mix?”
Cut back to Bobby Ray, who is sweating even more -- we’re talking Ted Striker levels of sweat which is just pouring out from his hair. Bobby Ray does his best to wipe the sweat away from his brow, but the camera spins around towards the jury which consists somehow of Cooper Pardon, who is writing random things down on a piece of paper, his sister Doll E. Pardon whose breasts are even larger than they normally are -- somehow. Next to her is old Mrs. Innis who taught Bobby Ray in the second grade, who is sitting next to Jeff who worked on the brakes of Bobby Ray’s car last week and overcharged him plenty. Somehow, Goth is also sitting there with a look of confusion as to why he is sitting there currently and finally, if you haven’t figured out this is a dream, there’s Abraham Lincoln who was the 16th President of the United States. Once again the attorney repeats the question as the camera cuts back to Bobby Ray.
BRW: “We were in Nev… no, wait. We were in Michigan, maybe. No wait that doesn’t make sense. I think it was Utah perhaps? I can’t say for sure when we bought it, it was a long road trip from Texas and we stopped…”
Just then he stops and breaks.
BRW: “Fine! I admit it, it wasn’t ranch mix that I motorboated off of Mrs. Newkirk! I thought it was, I swear. But she didn’t give me any choice in the matter, it was her idea! She wanted me to do it and she shoved my head between her breasts. If anything, I’m the victim here!
I’m the one who was attacked!
You’ve got to believe me, once she ate one of the Texas style Buffalo wings she was a woman possessed! She turned into the incredible Hulk, a total rage monster then demanded that I motorboat the cocaine off of her chest. It was her cocaine!”
Bobby Ray has turned beat red in the face, and just before it looks like he is about to pass out from exhaustion at everything that is happening the camera cuts back over to the slick looking attorney who has a huge smile on his face. The attorney raises his hands up for the entire gallery to see, he then points towards the unseen judge and continues.
ATTORNEY: “Your honor, would you please instruct the witness once again that this a courtroom proceeding and he cannot be naked?”
The camera cuts back towards Bobby Ray who sure enough is naked. He is confused why he is naked as well, but stands up just to make sure that everything is still blurred out even though this is a strange vivid dream. Yep, total blurrage. There is a ruckus from the gallery has Bobby Ray stands there with the look of horror and dread settling in on his face.
BRW: “I don’t know why this keeps happening, I’m sorry! Believe me… your honor, someone keeps taking off my clothes and I don’t know why. Someone’s got to wake up Cooper. Coop, wake up!
Wake up and find my pants!”
The camera begins to zoom in right onto the blurred parts.
And with that Cooper Pardon wakes up suddenly right next to his sister with a violent jerk. The two of which are sitting on a couch just outside a set of double doors. Coop wipes the drool from his mouth as he shakes himself awake and turns towards his sister ready to ask some questions, but even though she’s playing on her phone she knows what’s coming.
DOLL E: “Yes, you were dreaming. No, I don’t want to know what your dream was. All I know is that you farted a couple of times and if there were any place else in this room to sit I would have moved there already. You might want to check your underwear. And to answer your third question, it’s been two hours and he’s still in the brand new Eastwood-atorium.”
That seems to have covered most of that.
Cooper stands up to stretch, but at that exact moment is met by Goth who is standing there waiting for him. Coop is dwarfed by the six foot plus tall Goth, and looks up towards him. Just as Coop is about to turn away towards safety, the double doors of the other room are opened wide by completely naked Bobby Ray -- it’s only real this time, yet still blurred out because of the oppressive WGWF censors. To be honest, Bobby Ray isn’t exactly completely naked, he is wearing cowboy boots and a hat, the rest though is missing.
This gives Coop the chance to escape.
Goth: “I think you should have hung that hat down there.”
Says Goth as he points to the obvious part of Bobby Ray’s body as the man just shrugs before walking past Coop’s sister, Doll E does her best to give Goth the “eyes”, but just as walks past her she rolls her eyes and raises her arms in the air.
DOLL E: ”Ugh, I’m out of here.”
She huffs and puffs as she jumps up, passes Goth as she looks him up and down with some interest before motioning towards him.
DOLL E: ”If I were you, I would just get used to this…”
She looks over at Bobby Ray and rolls her eyes again
DOLL E: ”...thing. But hey, he’s your problem now, not mine.”
With that she walks off as we see Goth turn his attention back to Bobby Ray, who stands in front of a refrigerator while scratching his ass as he grabs a bottle of Sunny D before turning his attention towards Goth.
BRW: “You know after an afternoon of absorbing the energy within my Tahj Ma-Eastwood, there’s nothing better than the true nectar of the gods. This just enhances the experience, and that ain’t just me pitching Sunny D, that’s just pure science and you can’t fight that. Chug?”
Bobby Ray wipes the extra from his lips and holds the container towards Goth as an offering. Goth shakes his head no, causing Bubba Ray to shrug his shoulders and sits down. Bobby Ray drops his hat across his lap, so the WGWF censors can go Nazi elsewhere.
BRW: “So what can I do for ya?”
Goth: “You do know we are supposed to be teaming against Peter Vaughn….”
BRW: “Who?”
Goth scrapes his throat as he ignores the ignorant response.
Goth: “Peter Vaughn, former WGWF World Champion and current WGWF Television Champion Jenny Myst. I…”
BRW: “Isn’t she the tiny blonde one? I get them all confused backstage. I’m not really a name guy, I’m more of a headlights guy...”
Bobby Ray cracks a smile and a wink as he holds his hands just off of his bare chest. He takes another swig from his half gallon Sunny D, and scratches his hair on the top of his head before again offering a sip to his tag team partner.
Goth: “Can we please get on a serious note for a second?? I mean…”
BRW: “Look, you just barged in here and interrupted me while I was only knuckle deep into my routine and I still haven’t been properly oiled up for maximum Eastwood absorption. Wait, you wouldn’t happen to be one of those talent scouts that I have heard about right?”
Goth lets out a sigh as he gingerly walks over towards the table and sits in front of Bobby Ray, pushes the box carton away from his grasp before he could ever respond and keeps it out of arms way as Bobby Ray reaches over the table. Goth pushes him away with his free hand as he rolls his eyes in disgust.
Goth: “I am working with a nutcase, great. No dumbass, I am not what you think I may be, I am not interested in your lack of clothing besides whatever it is that will be wearing inside the ring this coming Monday Night on Brawl.”
The mention of Brawl causes Bobby Ray’s eyes to close in a suspicious way.
BRW: “So… you aren’t one of those Chippendale wannabe scouts? Cause I got moves.”
Goth: “Do I look like one?? Never mind, that was a rhetorical question. And never mind, I don’t assume you know what that word means.”
Bobby Ray’s stunned look gives away that Goth’s assumption is right as Bobby Ray makes a mental note to Google that word later.
Goth: “Thought so, more importantly. I need to know that I can trust you can keep up on your end of the bargain.”
Bobby Ray looks confused as this causes Goth to roll his eyes.
Goth: “That I can trust you to do your best to win??”
BRW: “This is still about the match, right?”
Goth ignores his remark as he sighs.
Goth: “Look, these two are top talented wrestlers. Two of the very best, Peter Vaughn is one of the most dominant wrestler’s today. And…”
BRW: “Former World Champion, you said it yourself.”
Goth grinds his teeth
Goth: “And Jenny Myst holds many victories over me, these two are dangerous. I…”
BRW: “So, what you’re really saying is that you need me to carry this team, right? Or I should try tagging with one of the other two to have a shot of winning on Brawl. Great, thanks a lot Mrs. Page.”
Goth gets up with an angry look on his face as he is clearly not happy with what Bobby Ray has said about him.
Goth: “LOOK!!! I am in this match to win it okay?? But I cannot do it on my own!! I am looking for someone that I can trust, someone who will trust the Messiah of Pain.”
This causes Bubba Ray to blink his eyes as he hears these words.
BRW: “Messiah of Pain is like a heavy metal band or something? I’m more of a country guy.”
Goth: “Never mind, I already got my first impression.”
He places the Sunny D carton on the table and is about to turn around and walk off steaming mad as Bobby Ray grabs him by the arm. This causes Goth to turn around with a pissed off look on his face.
Goth: “What??”
BRW: “You don’t have to worry about me. I got your back no problem. You and me? We’re like Harry Callahan and Chico Gonzalez, except you’re not going to get shot this time around. You just need to give me about another ten minutes to finish absorbing the Eastwood-ence and then find some pants. Oh, could you find Doll E? She needs to do an essential oil rub down, and that’s not just science if you know what I mean.”
With that the shot slowly fades as we come back later in the same room where we finally see Bobby Ray dressed along with Goth seated on the same table.
BRW: “So you already know these two, huh? Anything you wish to share with me? Do you have any nuggets of advice that could be helpful?”
Goth stares at him, not believing that it was only a few moments ago that he was staring at his private party when he had entered the room, only to have him seated fully dressed.
Goth: “First of all, these two are the elite of the elite. I have known them all the way back from Sin City Wrestling, both of them are great talented wrestlers. Both have an eye for the game, but there is one thing they don’t have.”
BRW: “Pure essence of Eastwood.”
Bobby Ray is completely ignored as Goth grabs something out of his jacket and places his Slipknot mask that he is wearing towards the ring on the table, causing Bobby Ray to raise an eyebrow.
BRW: “Okay, you have issues with me walking around naked? And yet you want Halloween to be all year around? Are you a member of the WGWF censor panel or something?”
Goth shakes his head as he raises the mask off the table, clutching it inside his right fist while continuingly staring at Bobby Ray.
Goth: “No you idiot, this is what I stand for. I am the Messiah of Pain, this reflects the side of me that nobody understands. It houses the violence that will help me beat people like Jenny and Vaughn. Because if I don’t have that, then it’s all useless.”
He grinds his teeth.
Goth: “Jenny, you and I have a history, a history that I know deep down inside I do not wish to be remembered off. But that Goth you beat does no longer exist, people love to use terms as revamps or whatever that comes close to it in order to remain relevant, but not me Jenny. It’s a matter of life for me. But I wonder whether it will be registered inside that stinking brain of yours, I’m doubtful whether you understand what you got yourself into.”
He looks at Bobby Ray and shakes his head as Bobby Ray gives him the thumbs up.
Goth: “I did not pick this match, but that doesn’t matter. Because in life there are the trails that I need to travel to become a better human being. Just like Mac Bane needed to cheat to get the job done, but do you hear me complain?? Oh no, because I know his judgment calling will be upon him one day just like it is upon you and Peter Vaughn this coming Monday”
“Because let’s face it Jenny, for you it’s all a game. I have to admit, it is one very dangerous game that you love to play with knives if need be. But it’s all merely because you wish to attract the attention from what really matters. The problem you have to deal with is that I do not get distracted from my task at hand!! You and I were the showstoppers at the Cannabis Cup, both of us reigned supreme in our tasks that was ahead of us. And don’t think I have forgotten of all the punishment and pain I had to endure back in the XWF, the fact that you managed to walk away with the victory and the gold. All I can say is to be Rejoiced, but don’t live too long in the past little wench. Because I am about to teach you a thing or two about pain….”
BRW: ”You sure are one strangely baked cookie, Goth”
Goth ignores Billy Ray as he squeezes the mask even tighter.
Goth: “And then there is you my brother, oh yeah Peter. One of my close friends, who suddenly realized he needs to adapt and move on. Do I need to reflect myself as an example my friend?? Dare not to quote me, but I know deep down inside your heart you know it is true. You dare to enter MY realm!! You dare to enter peek around the corner, trying to figure out what made Mac Bane resort to desperation in order to save his hide. Sadly for him, but also for the likes of you and Jenny. That there is nobody safe from me passing judgment upon you all!!! And we all know that mimicking the TRUE Savior of wrestling will be met with destruction and no remorse doesn’t it??”
He stares at Bobby Ray with a cold look on his face.
Goth: “DOESN’T IT?!”
This causes Bobby Ray to startle backwards a bit, realizing the viciousness in his voice could easily be directed towards him as well.
Goth: “And I feel bad that this is the second time that we are sharing the ring with others who take our spot away from us, because deep down inside we both know that Goth vs. Vaughn is a confrontation of the ages. But do you truly consider yourself to be flawless?? Of course not, because nobody is. Nobody will and I will cast the pain upon you all in order to heal through the hurt. These hands are like the tools of Josef the carpenter, the man that built for those who wanted to have a roof over their heads. A man that had to sit through the nagging life of coming second place when it came to his “Son”. But these hands are not to create my friend, these are to punish. These are to dig inside your skull and find the answers that you wish to hide for me all these years. But in the end it will all come down to who wants it the most my friend… I am HIM, while you are just an excuse. Successes keep you relevant, successes keeps you believing in yourself, but I am the one that made you who you are… and it is nothing for me to remove you from my grace…”
With that Goth stares at Bobby Ray.
BRW: “I have actually no clue what you’re saying to me right now, but dammit the way you’re staring a hole through my soul right now is making me want to ride into Dallas, Texas and take on the entire world! You and me, back to back like gunslingers of the Old West up against the world and whatever they dare send at us! You wearing your Messiah of Pain mask, and me wearing my Clint Eastwood autographed assless chaps.
Some real Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid vibes right there.”
Bobby Ray scratches the top of his head as he realizes what happened to Butch and Sundance at the end of the movie, his enthusiasm begins to fade from his face. There’s a complete one-eighty turn in the tone of his voice.
BRW: “Actually, now that I’m thinking about it. Maybe we should consider another path we can go, now just hear me out. You’re looking down the road at Goth vs. Vaughn which will be an encounter for the ages, and me? I’m just waiting out until I get that shot at the Television title. What if we play it safe?
Maybe not give them the whole show, let’s give them half the show. Let the two of them go all out, let them stand back to back against the approaching Bolivian army firing bullets. Maybe one of them pulls a hamstring, gets turf toe or even tears something in the process. Then what? Then those match-ups we want? Easy pickings.
How about that plan?”
With that Bobby Ray stares back at Goth with an overly prideful look on his face.
Goth: “Are you fucking serious?? Play it safe?? Look kid, this woman wanted to drive a car into me to defend her Xtreme championship in a Backlot Brawl. You think that you can play it safe with either of them??”
He gets nose to nose with Billy Ray as he is breathing heavily in his face.
Goth: “If I notice that you aren’t doing what you are supposed to, then I will make you regret the suggestion that you just made.”
Bobby Ray backs off holding up both his hands in surrender, which causes to back away from his face.
BRW: “Yeah, whatever you say, partner. I was just checking the waters there with the whole half-effort thing. We’re cool, we’re cool.”
As Goth lets his guard down and turns away, Bobby Ray half-mutters under his breath.
BRW: “Shame she didn’t run you over with a car.”
That causes Goth to spin back around, giving Bobby Ray another glare as he tries to figure out exactly what Bobby Ray might have just said towards him. Thinking quickly, the Texan attempts to cover his tracks.
BRW: “I said, it's a shame it’s going to be Myst and Vaughn are going to be the ones who get a car driven into them at Brawl. And we’re the ones going to be driving that car.”
The two continue to uncomfortably stare each other down as we fade to black.
There’s another bang to get everyone’s attention.
And a third, for good measure.
The black and white haired judge sets the wooden gavel down, and makes sure that everyone is paying attention to her words. There is an unseen, but heard hub-bub taking place somewhere in the courtroom, but with the point of her finger that hub-bub dies down.
JUDGE: “I will have order in this court. No more outbursts will be tolerated!”
The camera pans a little over towards the judge’s left, where Bobby Ray Willis is sitting in the witness box. Bobby Ray pulls uncomfortably at the tie around his neck, along with the collar of his white shirt under his black sports jacket. His face is covered in sweat, and he coughs a few times before finally leaning forward towards the microphone to speak.
BRW: “Could you repeat the question?”
This cuts back over towards the slick looking attorney who, with a smile on his face, happily repeats the question.
ATTORNEY: “Mr. Willis, would you restate when and where you purchased the supposed ranch mix?”
Cut back to Bobby Ray, who is sweating even more -- we’re talking Ted Striker levels of sweat which is just pouring out from his hair. Bobby Ray does his best to wipe the sweat away from his brow, but the camera spins around towards the jury which consists somehow of Cooper Pardon, who is writing random things down on a piece of paper, his sister Doll E. Pardon whose breasts are even larger than they normally are -- somehow. Next to her is old Mrs. Innis who taught Bobby Ray in the second grade, who is sitting next to Jeff who worked on the brakes of Bobby Ray’s car last week and overcharged him plenty. Somehow, Goth is also sitting there with a look of confusion as to why he is sitting there currently and finally, if you haven’t figured out this is a dream, there’s Abraham Lincoln who was the 16th President of the United States. Once again the attorney repeats the question as the camera cuts back to Bobby Ray.
BRW: “We were in Nev… no, wait. We were in Michigan, maybe. No wait that doesn’t make sense. I think it was Utah perhaps? I can’t say for sure when we bought it, it was a long road trip from Texas and we stopped…”
Just then he stops and breaks.
BRW: “Fine! I admit it, it wasn’t ranch mix that I motorboated off of Mrs. Newkirk! I thought it was, I swear. But she didn’t give me any choice in the matter, it was her idea! She wanted me to do it and she shoved my head between her breasts. If anything, I’m the victim here!
I’m the one who was attacked!
You’ve got to believe me, once she ate one of the Texas style Buffalo wings she was a woman possessed! She turned into the incredible Hulk, a total rage monster then demanded that I motorboat the cocaine off of her chest. It was her cocaine!”
Bobby Ray has turned beat red in the face, and just before it looks like he is about to pass out from exhaustion at everything that is happening the camera cuts back over to the slick looking attorney who has a huge smile on his face. The attorney raises his hands up for the entire gallery to see, he then points towards the unseen judge and continues.
ATTORNEY: “Your honor, would you please instruct the witness once again that this a courtroom proceeding and he cannot be naked?”
The camera cuts back towards Bobby Ray who sure enough is naked. He is confused why he is naked as well, but stands up just to make sure that everything is still blurred out even though this is a strange vivid dream. Yep, total blurrage. There is a ruckus from the gallery has Bobby Ray stands there with the look of horror and dread settling in on his face.
BRW: “I don’t know why this keeps happening, I’m sorry! Believe me… your honor, someone keeps taking off my clothes and I don’t know why. Someone’s got to wake up Cooper. Coop, wake up!
Wake up and find my pants!”
The camera begins to zoom in right onto the blurred parts.
And with that Cooper Pardon wakes up suddenly right next to his sister with a violent jerk. The two of which are sitting on a couch just outside a set of double doors. Coop wipes the drool from his mouth as he shakes himself awake and turns towards his sister ready to ask some questions, but even though she’s playing on her phone she knows what’s coming.
DOLL E: “Yes, you were dreaming. No, I don’t want to know what your dream was. All I know is that you farted a couple of times and if there were any place else in this room to sit I would have moved there already. You might want to check your underwear. And to answer your third question, it’s been two hours and he’s still in the brand new Eastwood-atorium.”
That seems to have covered most of that.
Cooper stands up to stretch, but at that exact moment is met by Goth who is standing there waiting for him. Coop is dwarfed by the six foot plus tall Goth, and looks up towards him. Just as Coop is about to turn away towards safety, the double doors of the other room are opened wide by completely naked Bobby Ray -- it’s only real this time, yet still blurred out because of the oppressive WGWF censors. To be honest, Bobby Ray isn’t exactly completely naked, he is wearing cowboy boots and a hat, the rest though is missing.
This gives Coop the chance to escape.
Goth: “I think you should have hung that hat down there.”
Says Goth as he points to the obvious part of Bobby Ray’s body as the man just shrugs before walking past Coop’s sister, Doll E does her best to give Goth the “eyes”, but just as walks past her she rolls her eyes and raises her arms in the air.
DOLL E: ”Ugh, I’m out of here.”
She huffs and puffs as she jumps up, passes Goth as she looks him up and down with some interest before motioning towards him.
DOLL E: ”If I were you, I would just get used to this…”
She looks over at Bobby Ray and rolls her eyes again
DOLL E: ”...thing. But hey, he’s your problem now, not mine.”
With that she walks off as we see Goth turn his attention back to Bobby Ray, who stands in front of a refrigerator while scratching his ass as he grabs a bottle of Sunny D before turning his attention towards Goth.
BRW: “You know after an afternoon of absorbing the energy within my Tahj Ma-Eastwood, there’s nothing better than the true nectar of the gods. This just enhances the experience, and that ain’t just me pitching Sunny D, that’s just pure science and you can’t fight that. Chug?”
Bobby Ray wipes the extra from his lips and holds the container towards Goth as an offering. Goth shakes his head no, causing Bubba Ray to shrug his shoulders and sits down. Bobby Ray drops his hat across his lap, so the WGWF censors can go Nazi elsewhere.
BRW: “So what can I do for ya?”
Goth: “You do know we are supposed to be teaming against Peter Vaughn….”
BRW: “Who?”
Goth scrapes his throat as he ignores the ignorant response.
Goth: “Peter Vaughn, former WGWF World Champion and current WGWF Television Champion Jenny Myst. I…”
BRW: “Isn’t she the tiny blonde one? I get them all confused backstage. I’m not really a name guy, I’m more of a headlights guy...”
Bobby Ray cracks a smile and a wink as he holds his hands just off of his bare chest. He takes another swig from his half gallon Sunny D, and scratches his hair on the top of his head before again offering a sip to his tag team partner.
Goth: “Can we please get on a serious note for a second?? I mean…”
BRW: “Look, you just barged in here and interrupted me while I was only knuckle deep into my routine and I still haven’t been properly oiled up for maximum Eastwood absorption. Wait, you wouldn’t happen to be one of those talent scouts that I have heard about right?”
Goth lets out a sigh as he gingerly walks over towards the table and sits in front of Bobby Ray, pushes the box carton away from his grasp before he could ever respond and keeps it out of arms way as Bobby Ray reaches over the table. Goth pushes him away with his free hand as he rolls his eyes in disgust.
Goth: “I am working with a nutcase, great. No dumbass, I am not what you think I may be, I am not interested in your lack of clothing besides whatever it is that will be wearing inside the ring this coming Monday Night on Brawl.”
The mention of Brawl causes Bobby Ray’s eyes to close in a suspicious way.
BRW: “So… you aren’t one of those Chippendale wannabe scouts? Cause I got moves.”
Goth: “Do I look like one?? Never mind, that was a rhetorical question. And never mind, I don’t assume you know what that word means.”
Bobby Ray’s stunned look gives away that Goth’s assumption is right as Bobby Ray makes a mental note to Google that word later.
Goth: “Thought so, more importantly. I need to know that I can trust you can keep up on your end of the bargain.”
Bobby Ray looks confused as this causes Goth to roll his eyes.
Goth: “That I can trust you to do your best to win??”
BRW: “This is still about the match, right?”
Goth ignores his remark as he sighs.
Goth: “Look, these two are top talented wrestlers. Two of the very best, Peter Vaughn is one of the most dominant wrestler’s today. And…”
BRW: “Former World Champion, you said it yourself.”
Goth grinds his teeth
Goth: “And Jenny Myst holds many victories over me, these two are dangerous. I…”
BRW: “So, what you’re really saying is that you need me to carry this team, right? Or I should try tagging with one of the other two to have a shot of winning on Brawl. Great, thanks a lot Mrs. Page.”
Goth gets up with an angry look on his face as he is clearly not happy with what Bobby Ray has said about him.
Goth: “LOOK!!! I am in this match to win it okay?? But I cannot do it on my own!! I am looking for someone that I can trust, someone who will trust the Messiah of Pain.”
This causes Bubba Ray to blink his eyes as he hears these words.
BRW: “Messiah of Pain is like a heavy metal band or something? I’m more of a country guy.”
Goth: “Never mind, I already got my first impression.”
He places the Sunny D carton on the table and is about to turn around and walk off steaming mad as Bobby Ray grabs him by the arm. This causes Goth to turn around with a pissed off look on his face.
Goth: “What??”
BRW: “You don’t have to worry about me. I got your back no problem. You and me? We’re like Harry Callahan and Chico Gonzalez, except you’re not going to get shot this time around. You just need to give me about another ten minutes to finish absorbing the Eastwood-ence and then find some pants. Oh, could you find Doll E? She needs to do an essential oil rub down, and that’s not just science if you know what I mean.”
With that the shot slowly fades as we come back later in the same room where we finally see Bobby Ray dressed along with Goth seated on the same table.
BRW: “So you already know these two, huh? Anything you wish to share with me? Do you have any nuggets of advice that could be helpful?”
Goth stares at him, not believing that it was only a few moments ago that he was staring at his private party when he had entered the room, only to have him seated fully dressed.
Goth: “First of all, these two are the elite of the elite. I have known them all the way back from Sin City Wrestling, both of them are great talented wrestlers. Both have an eye for the game, but there is one thing they don’t have.”
BRW: “Pure essence of Eastwood.”
Bobby Ray is completely ignored as Goth grabs something out of his jacket and places his Slipknot mask that he is wearing towards the ring on the table, causing Bobby Ray to raise an eyebrow.
BRW: “Okay, you have issues with me walking around naked? And yet you want Halloween to be all year around? Are you a member of the WGWF censor panel or something?”
Goth shakes his head as he raises the mask off the table, clutching it inside his right fist while continuingly staring at Bobby Ray.
Goth: “No you idiot, this is what I stand for. I am the Messiah of Pain, this reflects the side of me that nobody understands. It houses the violence that will help me beat people like Jenny and Vaughn. Because if I don’t have that, then it’s all useless.”
He grinds his teeth.
Goth: “Jenny, you and I have a history, a history that I know deep down inside I do not wish to be remembered off. But that Goth you beat does no longer exist, people love to use terms as revamps or whatever that comes close to it in order to remain relevant, but not me Jenny. It’s a matter of life for me. But I wonder whether it will be registered inside that stinking brain of yours, I’m doubtful whether you understand what you got yourself into.”
He looks at Bobby Ray and shakes his head as Bobby Ray gives him the thumbs up.
Goth: “I did not pick this match, but that doesn’t matter. Because in life there are the trails that I need to travel to become a better human being. Just like Mac Bane needed to cheat to get the job done, but do you hear me complain?? Oh no, because I know his judgment calling will be upon him one day just like it is upon you and Peter Vaughn this coming Monday”
“Because let’s face it Jenny, for you it’s all a game. I have to admit, it is one very dangerous game that you love to play with knives if need be. But it’s all merely because you wish to attract the attention from what really matters. The problem you have to deal with is that I do not get distracted from my task at hand!! You and I were the showstoppers at the Cannabis Cup, both of us reigned supreme in our tasks that was ahead of us. And don’t think I have forgotten of all the punishment and pain I had to endure back in the XWF, the fact that you managed to walk away with the victory and the gold. All I can say is to be Rejoiced, but don’t live too long in the past little wench. Because I am about to teach you a thing or two about pain….”
BRW: ”You sure are one strangely baked cookie, Goth”
Goth ignores Billy Ray as he squeezes the mask even tighter.
Goth: “And then there is you my brother, oh yeah Peter. One of my close friends, who suddenly realized he needs to adapt and move on. Do I need to reflect myself as an example my friend?? Dare not to quote me, but I know deep down inside your heart you know it is true. You dare to enter MY realm!! You dare to enter peek around the corner, trying to figure out what made Mac Bane resort to desperation in order to save his hide. Sadly for him, but also for the likes of you and Jenny. That there is nobody safe from me passing judgment upon you all!!! And we all know that mimicking the TRUE Savior of wrestling will be met with destruction and no remorse doesn’t it??”
He stares at Bobby Ray with a cold look on his face.
Goth: “DOESN’T IT?!”
This causes Bobby Ray to startle backwards a bit, realizing the viciousness in his voice could easily be directed towards him as well.
Goth: “And I feel bad that this is the second time that we are sharing the ring with others who take our spot away from us, because deep down inside we both know that Goth vs. Vaughn is a confrontation of the ages. But do you truly consider yourself to be flawless?? Of course not, because nobody is. Nobody will and I will cast the pain upon you all in order to heal through the hurt. These hands are like the tools of Josef the carpenter, the man that built for those who wanted to have a roof over their heads. A man that had to sit through the nagging life of coming second place when it came to his “Son”. But these hands are not to create my friend, these are to punish. These are to dig inside your skull and find the answers that you wish to hide for me all these years. But in the end it will all come down to who wants it the most my friend… I am HIM, while you are just an excuse. Successes keep you relevant, successes keeps you believing in yourself, but I am the one that made you who you are… and it is nothing for me to remove you from my grace…”
With that Goth stares at Bobby Ray.
BRW: “I have actually no clue what you’re saying to me right now, but dammit the way you’re staring a hole through my soul right now is making me want to ride into Dallas, Texas and take on the entire world! You and me, back to back like gunslingers of the Old West up against the world and whatever they dare send at us! You wearing your Messiah of Pain mask, and me wearing my Clint Eastwood autographed assless chaps.
Some real Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid vibes right there.”
Bobby Ray scratches the top of his head as he realizes what happened to Butch and Sundance at the end of the movie, his enthusiasm begins to fade from his face. There’s a complete one-eighty turn in the tone of his voice.
BRW: “Actually, now that I’m thinking about it. Maybe we should consider another path we can go, now just hear me out. You’re looking down the road at Goth vs. Vaughn which will be an encounter for the ages, and me? I’m just waiting out until I get that shot at the Television title. What if we play it safe?
Maybe not give them the whole show, let’s give them half the show. Let the two of them go all out, let them stand back to back against the approaching Bolivian army firing bullets. Maybe one of them pulls a hamstring, gets turf toe or even tears something in the process. Then what? Then those match-ups we want? Easy pickings.
How about that plan?”
With that Bobby Ray stares back at Goth with an overly prideful look on his face.
Goth: “Are you fucking serious?? Play it safe?? Look kid, this woman wanted to drive a car into me to defend her Xtreme championship in a Backlot Brawl. You think that you can play it safe with either of them??”
He gets nose to nose with Billy Ray as he is breathing heavily in his face.
Goth: “If I notice that you aren’t doing what you are supposed to, then I will make you regret the suggestion that you just made.”
Bobby Ray backs off holding up both his hands in surrender, which causes to back away from his face.
BRW: “Yeah, whatever you say, partner. I was just checking the waters there with the whole half-effort thing. We’re cool, we’re cool.”
As Goth lets his guard down and turns away, Bobby Ray half-mutters under his breath.
BRW: “Shame she didn’t run you over with a car.”
That causes Goth to spin back around, giving Bobby Ray another glare as he tries to figure out exactly what Bobby Ray might have just said towards him. Thinking quickly, the Texan attempts to cover his tracks.
BRW: “I said, it's a shame it’s going to be Myst and Vaughn are going to be the ones who get a car driven into them at Brawl. And we’re the ones going to be driving that car.”
The two continue to uncomfortably stare each other down as we fade to black.