Post by Dr. Gonzo on May 8, 2011 9:41:33 GMT -5
(Fade in to the Gonzo Compound. It is about noon time, and the sun is seen shining overhead, casting shadows all along the ground where the cows and sheep are grazing and lounging about. The camera pans across a few of these animals before we cut shot to what appears to be a pig trough. Several pigs are seen squealing and making their way over as a pair of rain boot wearing feet slosh through the mud and towards it. Slowly, we see that this person’s hands are holding a bucket of slop, which it tosses into the trough, and which the pigs go after like it’s the last slop on earth. As the person heads back to the main area of the compound, the camera pans up and we see this person is Woodworth. He wipes some slop from his shirt and tosses the bucket aside)
Woodworth: Pigs fed…..check….
(With that, Woodworth enters into the main house and heads over to the kitchen. He exits minutes later carrying a glass of Jack and Coke on a tray. Heading over to the TV room, he spies Doctor Gonzo, eyes glued to the set, seated on a couch, puffing on a cigarette as usual. Woodworth watches in silence for a few moments, then walks over and stands next to the Doc)
Woodworth: Your drink Sir…. (Without missing a beat, Doctor Gonzo grabs the glass and flings it across the room, where it smashes against the wall) ….Something troubling you Sir?
Doctor Gonzo: Woodworth, what kind of mixed up, crazy, psychotic world do we live in, hmm? What kind of world do we live in, when a guy who lost his debut match gains a Wrestling belt at the end?
Woodworth: Are you referring, Sir, to your match at Rapture?
Doctor Gonzo: (A pause, sighs) No Woodworth, I’m referring to the Battle of the Bulge…..Yes I mean my match at Rapture!
Woodworth: (Glances over at the other couch in the room, where the PCW Brawl Championship rests, an ashtray next to it with two burned out cigarettes within it) Forgive my sounding naïve Sir, but isn’t this something to be….happy about? I mean, you have your very first of many titles here in PCW, and it was just your first match?
Doctor Gonzo: (Smirks) Oh well sure….I’m glad as glass to have that belt…. (Woodworth smiles with Gonzo) And yet… (Woodworth, without missing a beat, puts on a pout in anticipation for Gonzo pouting) I feel so….empty…..empty like the many bottles of Jack Daniels in the kitchen…
Woodworth: And the ones in the study….
Doctor Gonzo: …And the ones in the library….
Woodworth: And the bathroom….
Doctor Gonzo: And the library….hmm, you know, I must really like Jack Daniels…. Ahem, anyway… I really wish I could have *earned* this title the right way….beating down whatever little punks were in my way…I mean, I *did* give Warrens a good beating, there’s no denying that….and Demolition Man…..who *is* he anyway? Guy couldn’t tell a hand from a blow job if ya ask me…the point is…I want to prove myself worthy of holding this title…
Woodworth: Well Sir, forgive me if you already knew this…but at the next Rapture card…there’s a three way match to see who will become number one challenger to your title…
Doctor Gonzo: (His ears perk up, he flings his cigarette aside and stands) Go on….
Woodworth: Well, from watching the commercials for it….it appears it’s three men named Johnny Scumm, Ryan Welfare, and Jose Tormenta?
Doctor Gonzo: Hmmph, so essentially I’ll either be versing a punk rocker, a homeless guy, or a cross between a tequila and some Spanish Inquisition wannabe? Hmmph, mmm-mmm-mmm… (Shaking his head) It appears I’m the only normal man amongst these lunatics…Woodworth, grab your things and call the airport for some plane tickets….we have some scouting to do…
Woodworth: Scouting Sir?
Doctor Gonzo: You bet your chubby little behind scouting! We’re gonna spy on these three chumps who might verse me and see just what they’re all about… (He grabs his belt and races out) Come! Quickly! To the Gonzo-mobile! No time to waste chubbkins! Let’s gooooooooo!
Woodworth: (Watches Gonzo race out, sighs, shakes his head) I guess this means I’ll be missing The Golden Girls tonight…
(Fade to black, end).
Woodworth: Pigs fed…..check….
(With that, Woodworth enters into the main house and heads over to the kitchen. He exits minutes later carrying a glass of Jack and Coke on a tray. Heading over to the TV room, he spies Doctor Gonzo, eyes glued to the set, seated on a couch, puffing on a cigarette as usual. Woodworth watches in silence for a few moments, then walks over and stands next to the Doc)
Woodworth: Your drink Sir…. (Without missing a beat, Doctor Gonzo grabs the glass and flings it across the room, where it smashes against the wall) ….Something troubling you Sir?
Doctor Gonzo: Woodworth, what kind of mixed up, crazy, psychotic world do we live in, hmm? What kind of world do we live in, when a guy who lost his debut match gains a Wrestling belt at the end?
Woodworth: Are you referring, Sir, to your match at Rapture?
Doctor Gonzo: (A pause, sighs) No Woodworth, I’m referring to the Battle of the Bulge…..Yes I mean my match at Rapture!
Woodworth: (Glances over at the other couch in the room, where the PCW Brawl Championship rests, an ashtray next to it with two burned out cigarettes within it) Forgive my sounding naïve Sir, but isn’t this something to be….happy about? I mean, you have your very first of many titles here in PCW, and it was just your first match?
Doctor Gonzo: (Smirks) Oh well sure….I’m glad as glass to have that belt…. (Woodworth smiles with Gonzo) And yet… (Woodworth, without missing a beat, puts on a pout in anticipation for Gonzo pouting) I feel so….empty…..empty like the many bottles of Jack Daniels in the kitchen…
Woodworth: And the ones in the study….
Doctor Gonzo: …And the ones in the library….
Woodworth: And the bathroom….
Doctor Gonzo: And the library….hmm, you know, I must really like Jack Daniels…. Ahem, anyway… I really wish I could have *earned* this title the right way….beating down whatever little punks were in my way…I mean, I *did* give Warrens a good beating, there’s no denying that….and Demolition Man…..who *is* he anyway? Guy couldn’t tell a hand from a blow job if ya ask me…the point is…I want to prove myself worthy of holding this title…
Woodworth: Well Sir, forgive me if you already knew this…but at the next Rapture card…there’s a three way match to see who will become number one challenger to your title…
Doctor Gonzo: (His ears perk up, he flings his cigarette aside and stands) Go on….
Woodworth: Well, from watching the commercials for it….it appears it’s three men named Johnny Scumm, Ryan Welfare, and Jose Tormenta?
Doctor Gonzo: Hmmph, so essentially I’ll either be versing a punk rocker, a homeless guy, or a cross between a tequila and some Spanish Inquisition wannabe? Hmmph, mmm-mmm-mmm… (Shaking his head) It appears I’m the only normal man amongst these lunatics…Woodworth, grab your things and call the airport for some plane tickets….we have some scouting to do…
Woodworth: Scouting Sir?
Doctor Gonzo: You bet your chubby little behind scouting! We’re gonna spy on these three chumps who might verse me and see just what they’re all about… (He grabs his belt and races out) Come! Quickly! To the Gonzo-mobile! No time to waste chubbkins! Let’s gooooooooo!
Woodworth: (Watches Gonzo race out, sighs, shakes his head) I guess this means I’ll be missing The Golden Girls tonight…
(Fade to black, end).