Post by Dollar McDougal on Jul 8, 2008 20:23:36 GMT -5
The scene opens with Dollar McDougal walking down a corridor in his mansion. As the camera pans to the side, we can see that he is with his new personal reporter, Justin. We are apparently joining t he conversation/interview mid-way through.
Dollar McDougal - So last week, yes, I was supposed to make my in-ring return. Indeed, it would be the wrestling return of a bona fide legend in the wrestling industry. A man who’s done it all and could do it all again any time he wants. So the whole world tuned in. The crowd was hot all night. All the boys in the back were glued to their monitors…awaiting the match they thought they’d never see again. Dollar McDougal. And Sage Christensen.
McDougal now stops briefly as Justin, holding his tape recorder, almost runs into him.
McDougal laughs.
Dollar McDougal - And they were right. Because they will never see that match again. See, it was all just an elaborate setup. And Sage Christensen - the so-called “Violent Messiash” - fell for it, hook…line…and stinker.
McDougal starts walking again, but Justin holds a hand up before continuing on his trek.
Justin - That’s “sinker,” actually.
McDougal turns back to Justin without breaking his stride.
Dollar McDougal - Did you see what happened to Sage?
Justin - Yes.
Dollar McDougal - Then you’d think you’d just agree with me. What a stinker that was for him.
Justin - Funny.
Dollar McDougal - I certainly thought so. Anyway, one of the most underrated men to ever set foot in a ring - “Untouchable” Jace Diggs - helped hammer home what Jack and I have been saying for the last few weeks. And that is that there is no overcoming us. And now - with Jack having the gold…me having the best plans ever concocted…and Jace Diggs, one of the most ruthless and capable wrestlers in the business, the sky is the limit!
Justin - I see.
McDougal stops walking again. This time, still holding out his tape recorder, Justin is unable to stop and actually runs into the back of McDougal. Dollar being a professional wrestler - as weasel-like as he may be - is still a big guy, so Justin staggers backwards, almost falling flat on his backside.
After glancing back at Justin and shaking his head, McDougal continues.
Dollar McDougal - Unless I decide to buy the sky. Then screw the sky. There will be NO LIMITS.
Justin now regains his composure.
Justin - I doubt you could buy the sky, Mr. McDougal.
Dollar McDougal - Check the numbers. Then tell me if I can or can not.
Justin - Um…right. Anyway. This week you have…
McDougal looks up into the sky at nothing as if he is thinking to himself.
Dollar McDougal - …Yeah, this week! Did you see who I’m booked against?
Justin - Why, yes, you’ll be taking on…
Dollar McDougal - …ADAM BOMB!
McDougal’s eyes get wide. As do Justin’s, but obviously for a different reason.
Justin - Wait…um…
Dollar McDougal - I must admit I was a little surprised when I heard that. Didn’t even realize that guy was still wrestling. At least it’s not Duke “The Dumpster” Droese or Aldo Montoya. Or Ed Gein. I don’t even think I’d bother showing up then.
Justin - Right…but it’s…you know, it’s not Adam Bomb. It’s actually Adam APOCALYPSE.
McDougal is taken aback.
Dollar McDougal - Who?
Justin - Adam Apocalypse.
Dollar McDougal - Never heard of the guy. Shoot, maybe I won’t show up after all. Put this whole return thing off a little longer.
Justin then pulls a very official looking piece of paper from the clipboard that he’s been carrying around in his other hand and refers to it.
Justin - Well, Mr. McDougal, apparently AWG management thought you might think that and try to pull something like you did last week. And that’s why they have decreed that you MUST show up and actually WRESTLE this match. With no exceptions whatsoever.
McDougal glances back towards the paper, looking annoyed.
Dollar McDougal - What? Seriously?
Justin - Yes. They sent a fax over about an hour ago.
Dollar McDougal - Well, that’s ridiculous. But I see the AWG brass are getting a bit smarter and trying to throw their weight around. But that’s just fine. I’ll show up at Authenticity. And yes, I will wrestle Adam Bomb.
Justin - Apocalypse.
Dollar McDougal - Whatever.
McDougal now continues his walk through the hallway, as the two men finally near a door at the other end.
Dollar McDougal - And when I DO set foot in that ring, it won’t matter if he brings Brian Adams with him. Hell, it won’t even matter if he brings Mortis and Father James Mitchell. He could drag Glacier and that guy that thinks he’s James Brown along with him if he really wants to. It just won’t matter. I told everyone before that when Dollar McDougal makes his in-ring return, he will be the best he’s ever been. And Justin, my boy, this Wednesday night I think it may just be time to prove that.
McDougal reaches out and turns the handle of the door they have reached - apparently an office of his.
Dollar McDougal - Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few calls to make before I head over to catch up with Jace and Jack.
Justin stops and jots a few more things down on his clipboard.
Justin - Going over some strategy tonight, Mr. McDougal?
McDougal laughs a bit while opening the door.
Dollar McDougal - Nah. We’ll be having no problems this Wednesday. I’m just gonna see if they wanna get together and watch some old classic matches with Bastion Booger or Max Moon in them or something. I’m feeling a little inspired…
McDougal then steps through the door and closes it behind him ad Justin shuts off his tape recorder and starts scribbling down on his clipboard frantically.
Dollar McDougal - So last week, yes, I was supposed to make my in-ring return. Indeed, it would be the wrestling return of a bona fide legend in the wrestling industry. A man who’s done it all and could do it all again any time he wants. So the whole world tuned in. The crowd was hot all night. All the boys in the back were glued to their monitors…awaiting the match they thought they’d never see again. Dollar McDougal. And Sage Christensen.
McDougal now stops briefly as Justin, holding his tape recorder, almost runs into him.
McDougal laughs.
Dollar McDougal - And they were right. Because they will never see that match again. See, it was all just an elaborate setup. And Sage Christensen - the so-called “Violent Messiash” - fell for it, hook…line…and stinker.
McDougal starts walking again, but Justin holds a hand up before continuing on his trek.
Justin - That’s “sinker,” actually.
McDougal turns back to Justin without breaking his stride.
Dollar McDougal - Did you see what happened to Sage?
Justin - Yes.
Dollar McDougal - Then you’d think you’d just agree with me. What a stinker that was for him.
Justin - Funny.
Dollar McDougal - I certainly thought so. Anyway, one of the most underrated men to ever set foot in a ring - “Untouchable” Jace Diggs - helped hammer home what Jack and I have been saying for the last few weeks. And that is that there is no overcoming us. And now - with Jack having the gold…me having the best plans ever concocted…and Jace Diggs, one of the most ruthless and capable wrestlers in the business, the sky is the limit!
Justin - I see.
McDougal stops walking again. This time, still holding out his tape recorder, Justin is unable to stop and actually runs into the back of McDougal. Dollar being a professional wrestler - as weasel-like as he may be - is still a big guy, so Justin staggers backwards, almost falling flat on his backside.
After glancing back at Justin and shaking his head, McDougal continues.
Dollar McDougal - Unless I decide to buy the sky. Then screw the sky. There will be NO LIMITS.
Justin now regains his composure.
Justin - I doubt you could buy the sky, Mr. McDougal.
Dollar McDougal - Check the numbers. Then tell me if I can or can not.
Justin - Um…right. Anyway. This week you have…
McDougal looks up into the sky at nothing as if he is thinking to himself.
Dollar McDougal - …Yeah, this week! Did you see who I’m booked against?
Justin - Why, yes, you’ll be taking on…
Dollar McDougal - …ADAM BOMB!
McDougal’s eyes get wide. As do Justin’s, but obviously for a different reason.
Justin - Wait…um…
Dollar McDougal - I must admit I was a little surprised when I heard that. Didn’t even realize that guy was still wrestling. At least it’s not Duke “The Dumpster” Droese or Aldo Montoya. Or Ed Gein. I don’t even think I’d bother showing up then.
Justin - Right…but it’s…you know, it’s not Adam Bomb. It’s actually Adam APOCALYPSE.
McDougal is taken aback.
Dollar McDougal - Who?
Justin - Adam Apocalypse.
Dollar McDougal - Never heard of the guy. Shoot, maybe I won’t show up after all. Put this whole return thing off a little longer.
Justin then pulls a very official looking piece of paper from the clipboard that he’s been carrying around in his other hand and refers to it.
Justin - Well, Mr. McDougal, apparently AWG management thought you might think that and try to pull something like you did last week. And that’s why they have decreed that you MUST show up and actually WRESTLE this match. With no exceptions whatsoever.
McDougal glances back towards the paper, looking annoyed.
Dollar McDougal - What? Seriously?
Justin - Yes. They sent a fax over about an hour ago.
Dollar McDougal - Well, that’s ridiculous. But I see the AWG brass are getting a bit smarter and trying to throw their weight around. But that’s just fine. I’ll show up at Authenticity. And yes, I will wrestle Adam Bomb.
Justin - Apocalypse.
Dollar McDougal - Whatever.
McDougal now continues his walk through the hallway, as the two men finally near a door at the other end.
Dollar McDougal - And when I DO set foot in that ring, it won’t matter if he brings Brian Adams with him. Hell, it won’t even matter if he brings Mortis and Father James Mitchell. He could drag Glacier and that guy that thinks he’s James Brown along with him if he really wants to. It just won’t matter. I told everyone before that when Dollar McDougal makes his in-ring return, he will be the best he’s ever been. And Justin, my boy, this Wednesday night I think it may just be time to prove that.
McDougal reaches out and turns the handle of the door they have reached - apparently an office of his.
Dollar McDougal - Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few calls to make before I head over to catch up with Jace and Jack.
Justin stops and jots a few more things down on his clipboard.
Justin - Going over some strategy tonight, Mr. McDougal?
McDougal laughs a bit while opening the door.
Dollar McDougal - Nah. We’ll be having no problems this Wednesday. I’m just gonna see if they wanna get together and watch some old classic matches with Bastion Booger or Max Moon in them or something. I’m feeling a little inspired…
McDougal then steps through the door and closes it behind him ad Justin shuts off his tape recorder and starts scribbling down on his clipboard frantically.
