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Silly Puddy
12-04-2001, 07:48 AM
Scene: The Whatley Memorial Auditorium. JR and Paul E. are at the announce desk, as we return from commercial...


JR: (with music and crowd shots in the background) We're back with you live here from the sold-out Whatley Memorial Auditorium, as the action continues. And Paul, this Sunday Round 2 of the RFW tournament heats up, with...


Jsut then, "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" blasts out over the speakers...


JR: Well, speaking of someone who won't be in the tournament this Sunday.

Paul Heyman: (during the entrance) While it's true that Max Silk will Not be in the 2nd Round of the RFW tournamet, let it go on record that he was NOT pinned this past Sunday.

JR: Well, while that may be true, I doubt from the looks of it that Max would be in condition to compete in the near future.

PH: And I'm sure you're REALLY happy about that. You LOVE seeing a great superstar like Max Silk in a wheelchair after being BRUTALIZED by 2 men.

JR: Now look, Paul, I don't wish that on anybody, but Max knew what he was getting into. This is the RFW. If you want to be treated with respect, you've gotta earn it, and sometimes it means getting hurt. I will say he showed more guts than I anticipated.

PH: If you knew ANYTHING about the kind of man Max Silk is, you'd realize his physical magnificance is only matched by his talent and his guts.

JR: Why don't you just marry the guy, Paul?


Sally Diamond slowly wheels Max Silk down to ringside on a wheelchair. Max is bandaged around the forehead, has on a neckbrace, a full right-arm cast, and his left leg is in a cast. At the bottom of the ramp, Sally leaves him at ringside, enters the ring, and grabs a microphone.


Sally Diamond: Bobby Washington (the crowd cheers the commishioner's name)...."Commishioner Blaze", I HOPE you're happy. You and that lousy S.S. Byrd ganged up on my baby, The Smooth Operator, and beat him within an inch of his life (the crowd cheers) SHUT UP, YOU BASTARDS! (the crowd now boos loudly) How DARE you people CHEER at my poor Max's misfortune! What kind of wrestling organization allows it's commishioner to conspire with another wrestler to PERMAMNENTLY INJURE someone? And what self-respecting organization would cater itself to a bunch of sick, blood-thirsty parasites like you hicks out there? (the boos and yells are louder than ever) Max Silk did not come to the RFW to get disrespected and gang-raped by a bunch of no-talent hoodlums like S.S. Byrd and the rotten commishioner. Max Silk is the greatest WRESTLER in the world. He's not a Thug like S.S. Byrd. He's not a conniving slimeball like Bobby Washington. He's a Wrestler. And looked what they DID to him. (camera pans on Max, who looks brain-dead staring at nothing in particular). He's been horribly beaten. He doesn't know where he is or recognize his loved ones, including me (She smiles and waves at Max, but gets no response). They even tried to mess up his beautiful face! Do you KNOW how much MONEY the plastic surgeon cost to fix my baby up? We had to spend all the money Max made on his German Clothing and Hair Accessories line. Thank God for the Germans. Unlike the buffoons in this dump, the Germans know true brilliance when they see it. Germans LOVE Max Silk. (the boos cascade from all over the arena). But what would anyone in the RFW know of wrestling genius. All you guys in the back are just a bunch of baseball-bat wielding psychopaths! And you people encourage this insanity (the crowd is mixed with boos for Sally, and cheers for their "psychopaths"). We should have known something was up when "The Blaze" threw himself into our match with Byrd. I even told Max that I thought the screw-job was in. But my man is too brave for his own good. He felt he needed to prove that he deserved the respect that everyone refused to give him. But I guess in the end, there's only so much you can do about a conspiracy to hold a person down. I just never thought.... (Sally starts to cry)...I never thought those two bastards would go so far as to... (now she's r

PanterA
12-04-2001, 10:04 PM
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Paul: "Oh now she's done it JR! Now I bet Sally wishes she never said that! Mr. Pochiello HIMSELF is making his way to the ring!"

JR: "Well don't forget his hench men gangsters Joey and Michael Fransico are right there behind him...as always"

Paul: "What's that supposed to mean?"

*Mr. Pochiello makes his way into the ring while Joey and Michael stand on either side of Max in his wheel chair. Sally looks very nervous and very vulnerable. She looks with tears of fear in her eyes at Max while he is still staring into space.*

Mr. Pochiello: "Now you were saying?"

Sally: "Well, M M MM Max is hurt and Blaze got involved...a a and then Byrd hit him and.."

Mr. P: "Wooh wooh wooh, So let me get this straight...from what I heard backstage, because now you sound like every other blonde I ever met..."

::Crowd boos::

Paul: "Well he's right"

Mr. P: *after looking at the crowd* "So let me get this straight..." *He curls his finger in Sallys hair as she shies away disgusted* "You want to SUE ME because your boyfriend got hurt..." *He grabs a fist full of her hair and gives a strong but not to hard tug on her hair* "IN A WRESTLING MATCH!?!?!"

JR: "Now he's getting out of hand! He's hurting Sally!"

Paul: "She deserves it! How dare she try to sue the great and powerful Mr. Anthony Pochiello!?"

*Mr. Pochiello lets go of Sally's hair and pets her head as he puts his arm around her. Sally is all out crying in total fear*

Mr.P: "Now if you take a look at this..." *Mr.Pochiello pulls out documents from his inside jacket pocket* "This is Mr. Silks contract...now if you read here it says that threw sickness or in health he has a contract to appear in this arena, and on my show for the next 5 years. Failure to do so is a breach in his contract and therefore I MYSELF am able to sue YOU!!"

::Crowd chants asshole::

Mr. P: "Now of course, there are ways..." *Mr. Pochiello grabs her by the hair again* "to solve..." *Gets her on her knees* "all..."
*Unzips his zipper* "problems!"

::Crowd chants Asshole louder::

*Sally wipes her tears from her eyes, looks up into Mr. Pochiello eyes, smiles, he smiles back, she runs her hands up his legs. Mr. Pochiello looks at the audience smiling like he's king of the world. Then a look of utter pain as Sally gives him the hardest upper cut to his crotch*

::The crowd goes crazy!::

*Mr. Pochiello goes down fast but was able to keep hold of Sally's hair and quickly puts her in a head lock. Joey and Michael start to make there way into the ring but Mr. Pochiello waves them back.*

Mr.P: "YOU BITCH!...God damn it that hurts!"

*You can here Sally yelling for him to let go. Mr. Pochiello gives a sign to Joey and Michael and Joey starts to wheel Max up the rampway with Michael right behind.*

Sally: "NO! NO! PLEASE! NO! NO!"

Mr. P: "oohh no, you're going to watch this!" *He puts Sally in a full nelson and points her toward the rampway*

*Joey and Michael get to the top of the ramp and get as far to the right most edge of the stage area as they can.*

Mr. Pochiello: "Now beg, beg me to stop this!"

Sally: *crying* "Please...PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!!!"

Mr. P: "NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

::Crowd chants Asshole::

*With a thumbs down from Mr. Pochiello, Joey runs as fast as he can while pushing Max in his wheelchair to the left most side of the stage, and pushes him right off.*

Sally: "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

JR: "My God they just dropped Max Silk almost 12 feet of the side of that stage right down into all that equipment! Not to mention he already suffered all those injuries from Sunday bloody Sunday!!"

Mr. P: "NOBODY CROSSES ME! YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!!!"

*Mr. Pochiello drops the mic and lets go of Sally. She quickly runs to her mans side. Mr. Pochiellos music plays as he walks to the top of the ramp, looks down at Max and Sally, laughs, fixes his tie and suit, and exits the arena. Joey and Michael high 5 each other and exit right behi

Silly Puddy
12-06-2001, 07:18 PM
We're back from commercial, as the camera focuses on JR and Paul E. at ringside. Unlike other times, JR's voice can be hear in the arena....


JR: Welcoem back, ladies and gentlemen. Well, as we promised before, we're gonna go live to the Pinellis Park Hospital, where I believe we have Sally Diamond and Max Silk. Can anyone hear me there?


(a mixed reaction as Sally Diaomd pops up on the FezzieTron. Max Silk can be seen lying in a bed in the background.


Sally Diamond: Hi, JR, I'm here.

JR: Well, Sally, let's get right to it. How's Max Silk doing?

SD: Well, first of all, JR, I need to get something off my chest. The last time I was ther in the arena, I completely lost my mind. I was so angry at everything that happened in the RFW tournament match, that I just wasn't thinking. All I can say is I hope everybody out there thinks about what they'd do if something horrible happened to someone they loved.

JR: Well, Sally, despite what I think of Max, I've always known you to be a very fair person, and I think I can speak for many of us that your anger was certainly understandable. But I think everyone here really wants to know, is Max Silk ever gonna wrestle again.

SD: Well, JR, I think if he's up to it, I'll let Max answer that question.


Max gets up to a sitting position, with Sally's help. The crowd's reaction continues to be mixed. The camera pans directly on Max.


Max Silk: Thanks, baby. Well Jim Ross, I guess people want to know what kind of shape I'm in. Well, to tell the truth, I don't really know. I know my neck is killing me, and I can barely move it. I know my arm was dislocated. I know my knee was ripped up and needed ACL surgery. And I know I've been pissing blood since last Sunday. But despite all that, I don't really know how I feel. You see, I've had a tremendous career. I've been a champion in many countries, and been treated with almost reverence wherever I went. But ever since I've gotten to the RFW, it seems my life has turned into one big screw-job. You see, I can deal with getting hurt, and I can even deal with (he takes a deep breath) with having to get stitches. But I don't think I can deal with being treated like CRAP! First, S.S. Byrd ignores me, then the Commishioner puts himself in my match, leading me to lose out on the RFW title WITHOUT getting pinned! And now that stupid Corleone-wannabe, (in thick Italian accent) Tony Puchiello, threatened to countersue me for breach of contract. I've never been treated like this before, and in truth, Ross, I'm pissed off, I'm worn out, and worst of all, I don't even feel sexy anymore.

JR: Well, Max, I can't say I've ever been your biggest fan, but I must say that the actions of Mr. Puchiello and the Francisco brothers were heinous. I think it's a testament to your physical conditioning that you weren't literally broken in half after all you've been through.

MS: (starting to get a little smile across his face) Well, Ross, I have a hell-of-a-conditioning program (he winks at Sally, who covers her face in shyness). It usually starts with......hey, what the HELL are you doing here?


The camera in the hospital pans to the door, where sitting in a wheelchair is The BLAZE, Bobby Washington. The crowd can be heard going nuts, probably hoping for a repeat of the Steve Austin-Vince McMahon hosptal episode. Unfortunately, the Commishioner took a brutal beating from S.S. Byrd last Sunday, and is in no condition to fight. His neck is in a brace, his forehead is heavily bandaged, and he seems to have limited movement throughout his body. He slowly rolls himself toward Max's bed, but Sally gets in this way.


Bobby Washington: Please, Sally, I'm just here to talk. (Sally looks at Max, who gives her the OK to get out of the way, as The Blaze gets closer to Max's bed. He's now looking at the camera) Jim, I hope you don't mind, but I felt it was only fair that I say what I have to say to Mr. Silk in person.

Jr: Not at all, Commishioner, but can you please tell us how you're doing?

BW:

PanterA
12-07-2001, 08:34 PM
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*Mr. Pochiello stands at the top of the stage. He looks down at the fall Max Silk experienced the other night. He smiles and shakes his head.*

Mr.P: "Wow that's some drop. hahahaha."

::ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE!!::

Mr.P: "Well I'm going to make this short."

::Crowd cheers::

*Mr. Pochiello drops his hands and looks at the crowd,*

Mr.P: "Like I was saying...I don't know who The Blaze thinks he is but I AM STILL OWNER of this company and I OVER RULE The Blazes decision to give Max Silk Sunday off. The rule still stands...unlike him...If Max Silk does not make an appearance in this ring on Sunday Bloody Sunday then Max Silk has breached his contract and will be FIRED FROM RFW!! THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT!!!"

::ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE::


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