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
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