Post by dredd on Oct 26, 2008 23:51:04 GMT -6
(Dredd is sitting at the bar in one of his many nightclubs that he owns around the Deep Ellum District of Dallas, Texas. This is not the Vampyre Lounge where he makes his offices, but rather, Vixxxens, a strip club his owns. He is wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The bartender, a portly old man in black and red checks with red suspenders and a tea towel draped over his shoulder walks up to Dredd.)
Bartender: Whatcha havin’ Big C?
(That’s Big C as in Callum Rayner, Dredd’s real name.)
Dredd: Just the usual Preach.
(The bartender is known as Preach because of his habit of giving you his opinion on something whether you asked for it or not.)
Preach: From the bottle or on the rocks, C?
Dredd: How about we just got for a drop in the ocean.
(That’s straight, with one ice cube in the glass)
(Preach grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf and pours, Dredd a glass with one ice cube. Preach pours himself a straight shot. Both men, down their drinks in one gulp. Preach tops Dredd’s glass back up and leaving the bottle on the bar.)
Preach: What brings you down these parts, C? The ladies? Or just sick of the Lounge?
Dredd: Considering I’ve got the finest strippers in town here, of course the ladies. But, really, Preach. Since, Ryan up and left for Vegas, Angie has been all up and crying, and I needed to clear my head with SNW Natural Selection coming up.
Preach: Heard about that. That’s local joint isn’t it?
Dredd: Got it in one, Preach. Anyway, it’s a last man standing winner take all event. And I will be taking all.
Preach: Got for it, C. Heard anything from anyone else yet?
Dredd: Yeh, a few of them have bothered to show up and open their mouths for the camera, but most of ‘em are just hiding in the shadows waiting to see what else is out there like the little cowards they are.
Preach: So, C. Who has spoken their words of wisdom.
Dredd: Well, Preach. We have Omerta show up, but all he really did was complain about how Cyanide cheated him out of the Von Erich Championship and how if he really valued tradition he wouldn’t of cheated. Calling Cyanide a hypocrite. Omerta just needs to get over it and get on with it. We’re all hypocrites in the end. And we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do to get the job done. In the end if Omerta gets in my way. I will do a whole lot worse than spit green mist in his face – crybaby.
Of course, this was followed by Criss Cassidy and his god fearing ways, talking loud and saying nothin’, really. God will guide me this and God will guide me that. What a load of bull. There is no God. There will be no divine intervention. All it will be if Criss Cassidy makes it through his elimination match and into the TLC final against me is him running straight into the Red Right Hand of Dredd and crashing into the canvas, exactly like he would if he was struck by a lightning bolt from the heavens. Hell, he even thinks God will help put a nail in my coffin – HA! Well, he doesn’t need to worry about a nail in his own coffin because; I will just nail his head to the mat with the Concrete Piledriver.
Of course, we caught an interview with Stank Lovve and his posse of hoes. Well, after I have to say that is jibber-jabber, yippy-yibida that’s all folks. Blah. Blah. Blah. Become relevant and than I might think about wasting my energy on you, you storybook prank-STA!
My teammate, X had something to say next, and all I will say to him is get in my way and cost me this match – you’ll do it at your own peril.
Then of course we had the hyped junkie, who from some stupid reason recorded her phone call to X. Seems to think I am a pretty good comedian. Well, I laughed, little skank was making less sense than pikachu all hopped up on PCP. But, well you know what you little junkie, Delphine, I will take great pleasure in wiping your drug addled smile from your face and than denying you a high from any substance. In fact, watching you in withdrawal will be some much more fun than breaking you in two.
The Sport Nutz popped up next and than they popped away again. No relevance. No threat. Goodnight.
Than we had our favourite Canadian whore next, weho for some reason decided that ninety percent of roster is conspiring to sell their souls to the devil, and she felt well enough to lump me in that bunch. Well, good for her. In fact, it’s that lack of lateral thinking that will see remain at the bottom of the totem pole for years to come. That same incapability of thinking outside the box that leaves thinking she is something special when she is nothing more than another two bit sideshow with a set of tits and a bit of cooch. The day she develops an original thought, than maybe just maybe I might consider her for something more than a quick blowjob on the side of the road. Stupid slut.
And of course there is Viper, who was pretty upset by being called an “emo” by Canada’s favourite slut. Oh well, Kid, cheer up it’s a petty insult. Don’t worry about the ho.
(Dredd drinks from the glass that was poured for him earlier.)
Preach: Damn, C, I thought you were never going to shut up.
(Dredd stifles a small laugh, as Preach tops him up again.)
Dredd: Ya know, Preach. I had shut up, you wouldn’t of. That’s pretty much it of everyone that he has had the balls to show up with Dredd in the ring on November 2nd.
Preach: What about the other, C?
Dredd: They can all kiss my ass. If they bother to show there faces to me than I will deal with them in an appropriate manner. Not that they matter, anyway, the only two clowns that matter to me, right now are Hellspawn and Silvus and only one of them will matter after Natural Selection.
Ya know what, Preach. I’ll catch ya later.
Adios!
(Dredd downs his last glass, and leaves the bar. Black.)
Bartender: Whatcha havin’ Big C?
(That’s Big C as in Callum Rayner, Dredd’s real name.)
Dredd: Just the usual Preach.
(The bartender is known as Preach because of his habit of giving you his opinion on something whether you asked for it or not.)
Preach: From the bottle or on the rocks, C?
Dredd: How about we just got for a drop in the ocean.
(That’s straight, with one ice cube in the glass)
(Preach grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf and pours, Dredd a glass with one ice cube. Preach pours himself a straight shot. Both men, down their drinks in one gulp. Preach tops Dredd’s glass back up and leaving the bottle on the bar.)
Preach: What brings you down these parts, C? The ladies? Or just sick of the Lounge?
Dredd: Considering I’ve got the finest strippers in town here, of course the ladies. But, really, Preach. Since, Ryan up and left for Vegas, Angie has been all up and crying, and I needed to clear my head with SNW Natural Selection coming up.
Preach: Heard about that. That’s local joint isn’t it?
Dredd: Got it in one, Preach. Anyway, it’s a last man standing winner take all event. And I will be taking all.
Preach: Got for it, C. Heard anything from anyone else yet?
Dredd: Yeh, a few of them have bothered to show up and open their mouths for the camera, but most of ‘em are just hiding in the shadows waiting to see what else is out there like the little cowards they are.
Preach: So, C. Who has spoken their words of wisdom.
Dredd: Well, Preach. We have Omerta show up, but all he really did was complain about how Cyanide cheated him out of the Von Erich Championship and how if he really valued tradition he wouldn’t of cheated. Calling Cyanide a hypocrite. Omerta just needs to get over it and get on with it. We’re all hypocrites in the end. And we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do to get the job done. In the end if Omerta gets in my way. I will do a whole lot worse than spit green mist in his face – crybaby.
Of course, this was followed by Criss Cassidy and his god fearing ways, talking loud and saying nothin’, really. God will guide me this and God will guide me that. What a load of bull. There is no God. There will be no divine intervention. All it will be if Criss Cassidy makes it through his elimination match and into the TLC final against me is him running straight into the Red Right Hand of Dredd and crashing into the canvas, exactly like he would if he was struck by a lightning bolt from the heavens. Hell, he even thinks God will help put a nail in my coffin – HA! Well, he doesn’t need to worry about a nail in his own coffin because; I will just nail his head to the mat with the Concrete Piledriver.
Of course, we caught an interview with Stank Lovve and his posse of hoes. Well, after I have to say that is jibber-jabber, yippy-yibida that’s all folks. Blah. Blah. Blah. Become relevant and than I might think about wasting my energy on you, you storybook prank-STA!
My teammate, X had something to say next, and all I will say to him is get in my way and cost me this match – you’ll do it at your own peril.
Then of course we had the hyped junkie, who from some stupid reason recorded her phone call to X. Seems to think I am a pretty good comedian. Well, I laughed, little skank was making less sense than pikachu all hopped up on PCP. But, well you know what you little junkie, Delphine, I will take great pleasure in wiping your drug addled smile from your face and than denying you a high from any substance. In fact, watching you in withdrawal will be some much more fun than breaking you in two.
The Sport Nutz popped up next and than they popped away again. No relevance. No threat. Goodnight.
Than we had our favourite Canadian whore next, weho for some reason decided that ninety percent of roster is conspiring to sell their souls to the devil, and she felt well enough to lump me in that bunch. Well, good for her. In fact, it’s that lack of lateral thinking that will see remain at the bottom of the totem pole for years to come. That same incapability of thinking outside the box that leaves thinking she is something special when she is nothing more than another two bit sideshow with a set of tits and a bit of cooch. The day she develops an original thought, than maybe just maybe I might consider her for something more than a quick blowjob on the side of the road. Stupid slut.
And of course there is Viper, who was pretty upset by being called an “emo” by Canada’s favourite slut. Oh well, Kid, cheer up it’s a petty insult. Don’t worry about the ho.
(Dredd drinks from the glass that was poured for him earlier.)
Preach: Damn, C, I thought you were never going to shut up.
(Dredd stifles a small laugh, as Preach tops him up again.)
Dredd: Ya know, Preach. I had shut up, you wouldn’t of. That’s pretty much it of everyone that he has had the balls to show up with Dredd in the ring on November 2nd.
Preach: What about the other, C?
Dredd: They can all kiss my ass. If they bother to show there faces to me than I will deal with them in an appropriate manner. Not that they matter, anyway, the only two clowns that matter to me, right now are Hellspawn and Silvus and only one of them will matter after Natural Selection.
Ya know what, Preach. I’ll catch ya later.
Adios!
(Dredd downs his last glass, and leaves the bar. Black.)