Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 21:27:20 GMT -5
TYLER KNOWLES
...presents, in perfect succession...
...presents, in perfect succession...
“A DREAM DEFENESTRATED”
CVS/pharmacy
Allentown, Pennsylvania - May 4, 2020 @ 9:30 A.M.
Meet Gregory & Samantha
[The Brains and The Newbie]
Meet Gregory & Samantha
[The Brains and The Newbie]
“Ew. Have you seen this shit?!”
"What’s that?”
“Anicka Swan on the cover of Cosmopolitan.”
“Yeeeeeah. That’s… that’s a pretty ugly woman.”
“You know that’s Ty’s opponent this coming week, right?!”
“Oh! How bizarre! We came here to get me some tampons and we see our boss’s next opponent on the cover of the hottest of magazines! What’re the chances!”
“Shhhhhh…”
“Man, this arm tattoo really itches! My scalp does too! This sucks. That stylist KNEW she could’ve helped me out! It’s not my fault I didn’t have that extra two bucks to spend to have my hair shampooed after having damn near a foot of hair BUZZED off into a short spike!"
“Shhh.. lower your voice a little bit!”
“Why? I want the whole world to know about our cause, don’t you?”
“It’s not technically our cause, Sam. We’re just helping it along, remember? When Tyler Knowles is ready to reveal everything himself, he will. But until then. I’m really going to need you to put a little bass in that voice!"
"Fiiiiine!", Samantha declares in a whisper. "But this men's tee is cutting off circulation around my underarms, Greg!"
"For someone who is SO down with the cause, you sure do BITCH a lot!"
“I’m making herrrrstory as the first female Legion member, Greg! Everything needs to be just right!”
“It is. Because it’s all about what he wants. What we want no longer matters, Samantha. It’s great that you’re so enthusiastic about being in The Legion, but part of me wonders if you truly know what you’re getting yourself into.”
A loud, audible gulp is heard as Samantha swallows a huge mouth of saliva.
“Just cooperate, and trust me.. You’ll be well rewarded for your hard work and cooperation.”
Gold's Gym
Also in Allentown, PA - May 4, 2020 @ 10:00 A.M.
Meet Derrick
[The Brawn]
Also in Allentown, PA - May 4, 2020 @ 10:00 A.M.
Meet Derrick
[The Brawn]
"Hey, man! Would you mind spotting me for just a moment?!"
"Ayyye, killer! Sure! Say, you were here the other night, right? Tyler, was it?
"Thaaaaat's me!", at least that's what Derrick allows the Gold's Gym employee to think.
"Ayyye, killer! Sure! Say, you were here the other night, right? Tyler, was it?
"Thaaaaat's me!", at least that's what Derrick allows the Gold's Gym employee to think.
"I can for sure help you out with that, man!"
The employee smiles, admiring Derrick’s physique before finally assisting him in the lifting of weights.
“That new ink, buddy?! That looks sick!”
“Oh yeah! Got it for work!”, Derrick recklessly blurts aloud.
“Oh? Any special meaning behind it?”
“Well. It’s Tribal. And I'd die for my Tribe. I guess you could say that’s where the significance comes in.”, Derrick speaks highly of The Legion, but passes it off as if he's talking about Tyler Knowles’ group The Syndicate.
“Aw, that’s neat. Must be nice to have close friends in an industry like that! I’d imagine it would be pretty cut throat.”
“Everyone knows better than to fuck with me, buddy. That’s why everyone just chooses to align with me from Jump Street..”
Derrick’s phone begins to ring. After one more rep, assisted by the employee, Derrick asks for a moment before swiping right against the ‘Accept’ button.
“Yo, what’s up, Brains?”, Derrick answers.
“Not too much, Brawn. How’s the muscles of the whole operation goin’?! I hope you've eaten your Wheaties this morning!”
“Man”, he begins to answer, looking around him to make sure the gym employee has indeed left him alone momentarily. “There’s a lot of pressure heading into tonight. How’s the strategizing going?”
“We’re feelin’ pretty confident, man. You been paying attention to Tyler’s Twitter account? He’s been straight up tearing into Anicka!”
“Yeah, I saw. That last one even motivated me to put in an extra appearance at the gym for Tyler. We’re looking as strong as ever going in there against Anicka tonight, man! Daddy will be proud. How’s the new recruit?”
“She’s… well. We’re going to make this work, man. I’ll just say that. She just bought some tampons and is now.. Installing.. Inserting.. Shoving.. Whatever you do with one of those things.”
“Ick. Ew. Ack. Stop fuckin’ talkin’, man. I’m legitimately about to throw up every bit of my protein shake!”, the fit hottie instantly cowers and squirms at the mention of ANYTHING regarding vagina.
“Haha! Yeah. Hoping no one sees a Tyler Knowles look alike coming up out of the women’s restroom. That could blow his cover.”
“Nawwww. Tyler’s bi. People will think it’s just another day at the office for the horny bastard! So tell me a little more about this plan.”
“It’s going to be like nothing anyone has ever seen before! A huge numbers game. The ultimate magic trick. The greatest way that ANYONE has ever sent a message to their opponent. This match against Anicka Swan has been what Tyler has been waiting for all along. All the hard work that our fellow men, and now woman, have put in these past few months is paying off. The culmination of everything - the OPW Immortal World Heavyweight Championship - will be his in the very near future."
“A win would be major here.”
“A win might just be a given, with Samantha and I’s game plan.”
“A win is IMPORTANT.”
“A win is overdue. Especially when he was on the cusp of winning that 6 man tag team match for his team last week! I feel, however, that it’s best for Tyler just to continue to mastermind everyone. I think it’s important that we pull together and we give Roger Wright a run for his fuckin’ money. We give Anicka Swan a run for her money. Destroy her and cement our place atop that contendership totem pole. The Wolves? Let’s send those fuckers away with their tails tucked between their legs! Damon Riggs?! The man who SINGLE HANDEDLY RUINED Tyler’s opportunity at basking in sweet, sweet victory last week?! We’re going to bitch smack him right back into retirement!”
“That old, roided up fucker! He is NO match for ME. I actually hope he tries something tonight! Imagine that. A body builder who has NEVER been in a wrestling ring before.. Fucking DECIMATING a SELF-PROCLAIMED wrestling legend.”
“Shhhhh! You novices need to watch what you say, I swear!”
“Oh, true, true. Well, eh, man. I AM the muscles of the operation, after all. You’ve got to keep us in check! You do your part and I’ll continue to do mine. I’m gonna get back to my workout so I can have the upper hand on this frail, fragile “Queen” and her seventy-three rivals she’s made through the years. ….Come to think of it.. Are you sure we’re gonna win a numbers game?!”
“I’ve got it all covered!”, Greg responds.
"Okay, byyyyyyyyyyye!"
The parking lot of CVS/pharmacy - 10:30 A.M.
Meet Danny
[The Designated Driver?]
Meet Danny
[The Designated Driver?]
The two parties hang up. Back at CVS, Samantha has finally stepped out of the women’s restroom and nods to Greg in approval.
“Danny is out front waiting on us!”
“I WANT to say 'Great work!' But.. are you sure he’s sober enough to drive at this point?”
“I guess we’ll find out!”
Greg and Samantha nonchalantly walk out of the drug store like identical twins, whistling dixie to break the awkwardness as they approach their hungover triplet!
“Danny, Danny! Come on, man, get back into your car!”
“But why exactly?”, Danny slurs.
“YOU will INDEED blow our cover! What were you thinking doing ALL that drinking?!”
“I was trying to catch up with Tyler! Did you not see he went out last night and had a gay ol’ time ; an amazing night out on the town?!”
“What you need to realize is that the boss man CAN ACTUALLY AFFORD to do that. We can’t We have a job to do. And as much as I hate to admit this, you have the most important job! You’ve got to take us to the venue, dude. How would we explain this to an Uber or a Lyft driver?!”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little uhhh.. Matching tattoos!”
“DANNY, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THE TATTOO PARLOR!”
“Where’s your ink, babycakes?!”
“I… wanted to go lay out on the beach and get drunk.”
“Danny. I was just telling your girlfriend in there. This isn’t a game. This isn’t about your fifteen minutes. This is about living out a dream. The dream of another man. In this case, Tyler Knowles. You both have got to get it the fuck together if you want to make it!”
“Make it?”, a concerned Samantha interjects.
“Were you guys not paying attention to what happened about a month ago when Brandon Moore, then known as Anubis, took out a few Legion members for not pulling their weight and sticking with the protocol?! That could be you.”
“Took them out? What, to dinner?”
“He KILLED them, you idiot.”
They both gasp.
"Think of The Legion like The MOB - Just way more dangerous. You live, you breathe, you think and one day, when the time is right.. You die for The Legion. You were chosen, especially, for a reason. Don’t let him down. Don’t fail on the job. Don’t slip. Or your dreams may just be defenecated! Thrown straight out the window like a fuckin’ Jason Vorhees victim!”
Greg opens the front door on the passenger’s side of Danny’s card. He motions for them to get in with a simple head gesture and moments later, the car begins to move as these three members of The Legion head to The Fair Grounds, the site of Showcase #12.
“It’s showtime, guys!”
“I guess we’ll find out!”
Greg and Samantha nonchalantly walk out of the drug store like identical twins, whistling dixie to break the awkwardness as they approach their hungover triplet!
“Danny, Danny! Come on, man, get back into your car!”
“But why exactly?”, Danny slurs.
“YOU will INDEED blow our cover! What were you thinking doing ALL that drinking?!”
“I was trying to catch up with Tyler! Did you not see he went out last night and had a gay ol’ time ; an amazing night out on the town?!”
“What you need to realize is that the boss man CAN ACTUALLY AFFORD to do that. We can’t We have a job to do. And as much as I hate to admit this, you have the most important job! You’ve got to take us to the venue, dude. How would we explain this to an Uber or a Lyft driver?!”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little uhhh.. Matching tattoos!”
“DANNY, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THE TATTOO PARLOR!”
“Where’s your ink, babycakes?!”
“I… wanted to go lay out on the beach and get drunk.”
“Danny. I was just telling your girlfriend in there. This isn’t a game. This isn’t about your fifteen minutes. This is about living out a dream. The dream of another man. In this case, Tyler Knowles. You both have got to get it the fuck together if you want to make it!”
“Make it?”, a concerned Samantha interjects.
“Were you guys not paying attention to what happened about a month ago when Brandon Moore, then known as Anubis, took out a few Legion members for not pulling their weight and sticking with the protocol?! That could be you.”
“Took them out? What, to dinner?”
“He KILLED them, you idiot.”
They both gasp.
"Think of The Legion like The MOB - Just way more dangerous. You live, you breathe, you think and one day, when the time is right.. You die for The Legion. You were chosen, especially, for a reason. Don’t let him down. Don’t fail on the job. Don’t slip. Or your dreams may just be defenecated! Thrown straight out the window like a fuckin’ Jason Vorhees victim!”
Greg opens the front door on the passenger’s side of Danny’s card. He motions for them to get in with a simple head gesture and moments later, the car begins to move as these three members of The Legion head to The Fair Grounds, the site of Showcase #12.
“It’s showtime, guys!”
HE'S COMING SOON!
(Sploooooooooooosh!)
Surf's up, bitches!