Post by Harold Campbell on May 4, 2017 11:56:06 GMT -5
**We open up to a familiar face, someone who hasn't been in the spotlight for years. Yet he doesn't looked changed at all. As he holds the phone up to his ear, he digs around in his recliner. Possibly looking for a remote to the tv. Instead we see him pull out a half eaten apple. Gives it a look of disgust possibly wondering how that got there. This man doesn't eat fruit, he doesn't live a lifestyle where he eats healthy. The shape we see him in, is pretty much how he has always looked. Enough to pass by. Enough to pass a physical for in-ring competition if ever needed. He takes a bite out of this apple and is immediately thrown into full gag**
Man, who makes this shit? It's disgusting. Compare this to that twinkie I found shoved in the other side the other day. Hands down way tastier. Once i pulled all the dust and lint off it ofcourse, it's like it just slipped out of the package. This however? Nasty as hell. I don't understand how people can eat this rotten stuff. And look... it's brown. Is that mold?
**Harry puts the apple to his face, taking a long sniff of the spot which is infact mold. He takes another bite and then spits it on the floor**
Not cool.
**Looks into the camera**
Pure mold. Fuck hopefully there is something else stuffed in here, so I can get that awful taste out of my mouth. I refuse to get up and go to the kitchen. Even if what you guys see is only a few steps... trust me. This trailer is ALOT bigger than you think. It's camera tricks. It's illusion. The kitchen is not mere feet from my recliner.
**Harry puts tosses the moldy disugsting apple on to the counter, which is right behind him. He gets out his phone and scrolls through the directory. And scrolls... and scrolls**
Where is this fat shit mongo? Oh there... he was actually listed as fat shit. Makes sense though. If you're all wondering why I'm streaming this on facebok right now. It's to get the message out to all my former xhf friends... that might be to strong a word. Foes? Mmm... acquaintances. There we go. I found on recently that mongo has decided to open this xhf network, as he calls it. And if it's anything like that other company and their network. Money is being made. And that means money is being made on my name and I'm receiving nothing. So I'm going to call this son of a bitch up and demand answers. And a paycheck. Yeah!!!! Here we go...
**Harry sits on the phone waiting for an answer. It rings and rings....**
And rings... does he even pay people to answer the phone?
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Operator: Welcome to the XHF Network. Original programming begins in just a couple weeks...
Harry: Hey where is ths fat shit owner? Get him on the phone right now.
Operator: Excuse me sir but I would advise language like that not being used. Continue to do so and I will have no choice but to terminate...
Harry: Terminate me? You gonna kill me?
Operator: Terminate the phone call...
Harry: Oh... yeah I guess that makes much more sense. This is mr. campbell, I need to speak with your boss. The man that is paying your checks and not mine.
Operator: I see. Do you have an appointment?
Harry: I don't need one toots.
Operator: I'm a guy.
Harry: Oh.... I don't need one sir. Just pass my name up to him and he will take the call immediately.
Operator: I'll try him.
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Operator: We have an irritate customer or something on the phone. I can't really understand him. He's demanding to speak with the high ups right now. How would you like me to handle this?
Mongo: Just give him a free half month and that will shut him up.
Operator: I think he knows you, he asked for you directly by the name... excuse me "Fat shit".
Mongo: Fat shit... what's his name?
Operator: Mr. Campbell is what he told me.
Mongo: No. It can't be that person, I heard he was dead.
**We see mongo let out one of the biggest sighs... or maybe he was gasping for breathe**
Mongo: Transfer him.
Operator: Transferring.
Mongo: Hello?
Harry: Well... well... well.... you think you could pull a fast one on me mongo? Did you think you could ROYALLY SCREW ME OVER!
Mongo: harry?
Harry: Yes... the one true savior of the xhf network. I would like to know where my checks have been? I seen you been running this shit pile network for just about five months now. Nothing has came in the mail. Nothing was directly deposited in my offshore account. NOTHING!
Mongo: Well we haven't really used much of your content on the network yet. We have strick guidelines to follow and let's just say you pretty much broke all them back in the day.
Harry: I see... so you're running a pussy network then?
Mongo: Huh.
Harry: Don't got the balls to show the recklass jack feud?
Mongo: Oh we burned that footage. That... nothing exists of that. I thought you were dead?
Harry: Changing the subject already? How about I changed the subject... you still fat?
Mongo: That's uncalled for.
Harry: What's uncalled for if you never calling me asking me to be apart of things. No I'm not dead, I went into hiding years ago after the leak happened.
Mongo: Leak?
Harry: Yeah yeah... sextape leak. Pictures. Everything out there in the public's eyes.
Mongo: Oh god who would ever want to see that.
Harry: Alot of people clearly. I had to go into seclusion to where no one knew me for years. Just this year I came back into the public's eyes. Most people seem to forgot about it... thank the lord.
Mongo: Or no one watched it?
Harry: You watch your mouth. Everyone wanted to see the body of former world champion.
Mongo: ....
Harry: You there? Hello?
Mongo: yeah uh.. I'm here.
Harry: Just sucks being betrayed by someone I loved. Trying to make a quick buck on my name. It's like you... I thought we had something special then I learned about this.
Mongo: Sorry. Always sucks when your girlfriend... or maybe wife betrays you like that. I can't imagine what...
Harry: Huh... no it was my mom.
Mongo: Excuse me?
Harry: My mother leaked all those dirty pictures... and tapes. Some straight up nasty shit man.
Mongo: Your mother?
Harry: I guess she was tired of me always leaving my exploits laying around. Got fed up with it all. Still a bitch move.
Mongo: I'd say so. I'd love to sit here and have a heart to heart. Remember the times we'd hate each other but I have a business to run.
Harry: So you're going to abandon me like she did now?
Mongo: Aren't you like 45? Your mom can't really abandon you at that age.
Harry: OH SHE DID!!! I'm practically an orphan now.
Mongo: You have always been a strange one. At this very moment... it's still the same. You have never changed for the better. I wish I was surprised but I'm not.
Harry: Don't you judge me! Why are we talking about this? I want my royalties. Sooner than later you will be forced to use me on your network. And I want top dollar.
Mongo: Heh... you damn right.
Harry: What does that mean?
Mongo: Well now that I know you're alive. This changes things for the network.
Harry: What ar-
**Mongo hangs up on harry**
HELLO?!?!
Did you just hang up on me?
WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?
Mongo you fat bastard.
**Harry knocks his webcam and laptop over. Causing the stream to crash and end abruptly**
Man, who makes this shit? It's disgusting. Compare this to that twinkie I found shoved in the other side the other day. Hands down way tastier. Once i pulled all the dust and lint off it ofcourse, it's like it just slipped out of the package. This however? Nasty as hell. I don't understand how people can eat this rotten stuff. And look... it's brown. Is that mold?
**Harry puts the apple to his face, taking a long sniff of the spot which is infact mold. He takes another bite and then spits it on the floor**
Not cool.
**Looks into the camera**
Pure mold. Fuck hopefully there is something else stuffed in here, so I can get that awful taste out of my mouth. I refuse to get up and go to the kitchen. Even if what you guys see is only a few steps... trust me. This trailer is ALOT bigger than you think. It's camera tricks. It's illusion. The kitchen is not mere feet from my recliner.
**Harry puts tosses the moldy disugsting apple on to the counter, which is right behind him. He gets out his phone and scrolls through the directory. And scrolls... and scrolls**
Where is this fat shit mongo? Oh there... he was actually listed as fat shit. Makes sense though. If you're all wondering why I'm streaming this on facebok right now. It's to get the message out to all my former xhf friends... that might be to strong a word. Foes? Mmm... acquaintances. There we go. I found on recently that mongo has decided to open this xhf network, as he calls it. And if it's anything like that other company and their network. Money is being made. And that means money is being made on my name and I'm receiving nothing. So I'm going to call this son of a bitch up and demand answers. And a paycheck. Yeah!!!! Here we go...
**Harry sits on the phone waiting for an answer. It rings and rings....**
And rings... does he even pay people to answer the phone?
---------
Operator: Welcome to the XHF Network. Original programming begins in just a couple weeks...
Harry: Hey where is ths fat shit owner? Get him on the phone right now.
Operator: Excuse me sir but I would advise language like that not being used. Continue to do so and I will have no choice but to terminate...
Harry: Terminate me? You gonna kill me?
Operator: Terminate the phone call...
Harry: Oh... yeah I guess that makes much more sense. This is mr. campbell, I need to speak with your boss. The man that is paying your checks and not mine.
Operator: I see. Do you have an appointment?
Harry: I don't need one toots.
Operator: I'm a guy.
Harry: Oh.... I don't need one sir. Just pass my name up to him and he will take the call immediately.
Operator: I'll try him.
----
Operator: We have an irritate customer or something on the phone. I can't really understand him. He's demanding to speak with the high ups right now. How would you like me to handle this?
Mongo: Just give him a free half month and that will shut him up.
Operator: I think he knows you, he asked for you directly by the name... excuse me "Fat shit".
Mongo: Fat shit... what's his name?
Operator: Mr. Campbell is what he told me.
Mongo: No. It can't be that person, I heard he was dead.
**We see mongo let out one of the biggest sighs... or maybe he was gasping for breathe**
Mongo: Transfer him.
Operator: Transferring.
Mongo: Hello?
Harry: Well... well... well.... you think you could pull a fast one on me mongo? Did you think you could ROYALLY SCREW ME OVER!
Mongo: harry?
Harry: Yes... the one true savior of the xhf network. I would like to know where my checks have been? I seen you been running this shit pile network for just about five months now. Nothing has came in the mail. Nothing was directly deposited in my offshore account. NOTHING!
Mongo: Well we haven't really used much of your content on the network yet. We have strick guidelines to follow and let's just say you pretty much broke all them back in the day.
Harry: I see... so you're running a pussy network then?
Mongo: Huh.
Harry: Don't got the balls to show the recklass jack feud?
Mongo: Oh we burned that footage. That... nothing exists of that. I thought you were dead?
Harry: Changing the subject already? How about I changed the subject... you still fat?
Mongo: That's uncalled for.
Harry: What's uncalled for if you never calling me asking me to be apart of things. No I'm not dead, I went into hiding years ago after the leak happened.
Mongo: Leak?
Harry: Yeah yeah... sextape leak. Pictures. Everything out there in the public's eyes.
Mongo: Oh god who would ever want to see that.
Harry: Alot of people clearly. I had to go into seclusion to where no one knew me for years. Just this year I came back into the public's eyes. Most people seem to forgot about it... thank the lord.
Mongo: Or no one watched it?
Harry: You watch your mouth. Everyone wanted to see the body of former world champion.
Mongo: ....
Harry: You there? Hello?
Mongo: yeah uh.. I'm here.
Harry: Just sucks being betrayed by someone I loved. Trying to make a quick buck on my name. It's like you... I thought we had something special then I learned about this.
Mongo: Sorry. Always sucks when your girlfriend... or maybe wife betrays you like that. I can't imagine what...
Harry: Huh... no it was my mom.
Mongo: Excuse me?
Harry: My mother leaked all those dirty pictures... and tapes. Some straight up nasty shit man.
Mongo: Your mother?
Harry: I guess she was tired of me always leaving my exploits laying around. Got fed up with it all. Still a bitch move.
Mongo: I'd say so. I'd love to sit here and have a heart to heart. Remember the times we'd hate each other but I have a business to run.
Harry: So you're going to abandon me like she did now?
Mongo: Aren't you like 45? Your mom can't really abandon you at that age.
Harry: OH SHE DID!!! I'm practically an orphan now.
Mongo: You have always been a strange one. At this very moment... it's still the same. You have never changed for the better. I wish I was surprised but I'm not.
Harry: Don't you judge me! Why are we talking about this? I want my royalties. Sooner than later you will be forced to use me on your network. And I want top dollar.
Mongo: Heh... you damn right.
Harry: What does that mean?
Mongo: Well now that I know you're alive. This changes things for the network.
Harry: What ar-
**Mongo hangs up on harry**
HELLO?!?!
Did you just hang up on me?
WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?
Mongo you fat bastard.
**Harry knocks his webcam and laptop over. Causing the stream to crash and end abruptly**
