Post by maddog on Oct 30, 2019 15:26:40 GMT -6
Route 119
Danville, WV
October 29th, 2019
Off Camera
(It was a silent ride back from Danville to the Wright family farm in Big Ugly. Mark had picked his Dad up from physical therapy, since his Mom had to work overtime at the Piggly Wiggly and couldn't pick Brody, Marks father up afterwards.
Mark was still disappointed with himself over his loss at Inferno, and assumed his father was as well. Mark spits his tobacco juice into an empty Mountain Dew bottle, as he stairs out over the road, and Brody exhales his Lucky Strike smoke out the cracked window into the crisp October air.
The silence of the ride is defining. The radio is off, both Wright men sit silent, and there is no cell service to even give the opportunity for a interrupting call or chime of a text. Finally, the elder Wright breaks the silence as he flips his cigarette butt out the window.)
Mark...
I know, I know Dad. I let you down. I let the family down. Shit, I let myself down. What the hell was I thinking? I'm gonna call Roscoe, see if I can't get back on at the mine.
Mark, I'm proud of you.
(Mad Dog almost swerves off the road because he is staring at his father and not the road. Mad Dog turns his attention back to the road, but Brody looks at his son with a smile of pride.)
I don't say it enough Mark, but I'm damn proud of you. It don't matter that you lost son, hell everyone loses here and there. Only one perfect man ever walked the Earth, and he died up on that cross for us.
Thing is though Mark, you went all in. You did what me and your grand pappy could never do, and you went at it full time. It takes a lot of guts to risk it all on the road llike that, but you did it.
Plus, you put up a hell of a fight against an awfully decorated opponent.
(Mad Dog glances over at his father and the two smile at each other.)
So, cut that, going back to the mine bullshit out. What'd I always tell you anyway?
Keep your nose to the grindstone.
You're damn right.
(Mad Dog grips the steering wheel tighter and a big smile comes across his face.)
Oh yeah, first chance I've had to tell you face to face, but your brothers getting out early. Next month actually.
(Mad Dog stares wide eyed at his father, both shocked and excited.)
Daddy worked like a mule mining pike county coal.
He messed up his back he couldn't work anymore.
He said one of these days you'll get out of these hills.
Keep your nose on the grind stone and out of the pills.
See the ways of this world just to bring you to tears.
Keep the lord in your heart you'll have nothing to fear.
Live the best that you can and don't lie and don't steal.
Keep your nose on the grind stone and out of the pills.
Mens Restroom of the GCWA Arena
Dallas, TX
October 31st, 2019
On Camera
(The scene opens to the door of a bathroom stall. Below the door, a pair of black loafers, with a pair of black slacks and boxers with pineapples around the ankles that are covered with black dress socks. The black door of the stall is shit and locked, but a voice is heard behind it. The sound of grunting and straining, and then a big plop and splash in the water of the toilet is heard, followed by the formiliar voice of Sunny Jim.)
SJ: Oh sorry, you guys caught me taking a Tony Savage. Well, actually a Tony Savage would be a lot more runny and stinky than this. It's ok you caught me on the crapper though, I'm just doing my part to make sure Peter Vaughn has job security, because his days as a professional wrestler could be pretty limited.
Mad Dog, like Peter Vaughn in the bedroom, came up short last week. This week though, he's coming out like me after some Blue Chew, hard as a rock and ready to go all night long. Like a hooker, you know Tony Savage's mother, Mad Dog is forgetting the last one and moving on to the next one, and that next one up is you Petey. How unfortunately for you, the only thing worse than fighting Mark Wright, is fighting a pissed off Mad Dog.
I'll tell you all right now, Mad Dog is pissed off. Better to be pissed off than pissed on, I've always heard though, and I'm sure in Petey boys line of work he's got piss, fecal matter, and all sorts of body fluids and excrement on him. Well, at least you're used to it Petey, that way when Mad Dog knocks you out so cold that you lose control of your bodily functions, you won't be too surprised, and you'll know how to clean it up.
("Ehhh" we hear Sonny grunt again, followed by another plopping splash.)
SJ: I might be in here for a little bit, I'm on a new high fiber, high protein diet, and it's cleaning me out faster than a rich old man gets cleaned out by his new twenty year old wife.
So, Petey, you were on a winning streak and now you've lost two in a row, I suppose after you lose to Mad Dog we can officially call it a losing streak. Speaking of streaks, there's going to be some in this toilet you'll need to take care of.
Petey, let me ask you, what is it like being such a loser? I mean, you clean up piss, shit, and vomit for a living, and you lost to a GIRL! Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's 2019 and there isn't supposed to be any difference between men and women, or some crap like that. Well, sorry folks, but there is a big difference between men and women, just like there is a big difference between a Mad Dog and a Janitor.
It's good that you are seeking help though Petey, however I'd suggest maybe getting a wrestling coach instead of a shrink. I'd offer to take you on, but between me having to constantly stay upwind from you, and the fact that I don't manage bums, well like Abi Goldblum, you just aren't my type. I only manage people that I see something in, and quite frankly I only see two things in you Petey, Jack and Shit.
Mad Dog though, well, now that boy is a real Pitbull, probably why he's called Mad Dog. He showed the world last week what everyone in the Appalachian Mountains has known for years, and that is that he will not stop marching forward and he will not back down. He got caught last week, but when you are a bull in a China shop, sometimes you break the wrong thing. This week though, it's your skull that gets broken Petey boy.
(The sound of the bathroom door opening is heard and the camera pans around to show Mad Dog walking in, dressed like Abraham Lincoln for a Halloween party. His pipe smells of something besides Tobacco though. "HEY, SONNY... AHHH GOD! BROTHER YOU STINK!" Mad Dog says in a loud voice.
Mad Dog then notices the camera, and tips his stovepipe hat. Then realizes he has the pipe in his mouth and quickly removes it.)
MD: Four score and seven years ago, well I dunno what happened then, but hey, I know what is happening tomorrow night baby. Old Mad Dog and the Janitor are going to step into the ring and go at it, and this time old Mad Dog is getting that dub. Pete, I got nothing against you, and unlike most people, I respect your blue collar background. Something about working with your man, and having that sweat on your brow that makes you feel like a man.
Tomorrow night, we gonna fight like men too. Old Mad Dog will stand with ya, toe to toe, and hang blow for blow with ya. I know you are coming in hungry and looking for a big dub, but so is old Mad Dog. We both got something to prove, we both want to show that we really do belong here, and that we can hang in the Gee Cee Dub Ah.
(Mark brings the pipe around and sticks it in his mouth. Mark flicks a lighter and hits the pipe, taking a deep inhale and coughing as he exhales. Mark coughs for a bit, and his face becomes red. )
Hey, it's for medicinal purposes.
Old Mad Dog, here dropped a big one last week, bigger than what old Sonny baby is dropping in that stall right now. I gotta make a comeback now, and I gotta do it tomorrow night.
So, hey, bring your cleaning supplies with you tomorrow night, because baby, shit is going to get real messy. Old Mad Dog is going to tear the damn house down baby, and I'm going to show the whole Gee Cee Dub Ah world, that I'm not just a Mad Dog, but I'm the big dog.
Tomorrow, we gonna get wild, we gonna get crazy, and everyone is going to GO MAD!!!
(The sound of the toilet flushing is heard from the stale and a moment later Sunny Jim steps out. Sunny is dressed in a black suit with a white suit and a blue tie.)
MD: Sunny, where is your Halloween costume?
SJ: I'm wearing it, I'm Dallas's favorite President.
MD: Trump?
SJ: No, Kennedy.
(Sunny turns around and has a giant prosthetic bullet hole in the back of his head.)
MD: Sunny, that is f**ked up.
(Fade out.)