Post by Harold Campbell on Jul 4, 2017 21:56:12 GMT -5
*A wolf is heard howling in the night, as the camera pans down from the full moon to a limousine the size of two football fields. The driver is slowly driving around this shady abandoned trailer park yard. His driving gives off the impression he's a bit uneasy about the environment. He finally comes to a abrupt stop, as he pulls up to the only trailer on the lot. Not a single wide not even a double wide, it's a triple wide trailer with a upper deck. The driver stumbles out of the car onto the rocky pavement, cursing as he falls to one knee. He dusts himself off and makes his way to the back of the limousine, that honestly does go on FOREVER. We see a crooked xhf logo on the door, as he pops it open to reveal one MONGO THE DESTROYER. He as well as this disgusted look on his face*
Mongo: If you're going to spend all this money for a trailer... why not buy a house?
Driver: I'm not sure sir. You need the chair tonight sir?
Mongo: Not tonight. I don't need my guest thinking I'm old and decrepit. And more importantly, a lazy fat asshole.
Driver: Excuse me?
Mongo: His words. His unfortunate rude words. God can only help me now I'm afraid.
*Mongo rings the doorbell*
Mongo: I can't believe I agreed to dinner with this guy... with....
Harry: Hey buddy. Welcome to my humble abode.
Mongo: Erm... Harry hello. It's nice seeing you again after all this time.
Harry: You kissing my ass? I mean I know you do but I want to you hear it from your own mouth.
Mongo: No. I'm here to catch up, like we talked about months ago. Why is it so difficult for us to get together?
Harry: I don't know. I'm a lazy guy, if I was an author I would literally make no money. Where are my manners... come in come in come in.
Mongo: I'm quite scared to do so. Been hearing wild animals all through our drive up.
Harry: Oh... probably just the former residents I kicked off the land weeks back. They're still pretty pissed, seeing as I had all their homes demolished before they could get their belongings out of there. But what can you do? I have needs and I can't sit around waiting for others to deliver.
Mongo: But i heard animals... not people.
Harry: People are weird these days mongo. They will pretend to be whatever they want and eat humans if they want.
Mongo: Eat... humans?
Harry: Don't worry about that sunshine. You should be more worried about the pounds you pack on during this meal than a couple ole fashioned cannibals living in the area. That you will most likely see after tonight... when you're leaving and probably killed your driver.
Mongo: You're kidding right? Please tell...
Harry: I'm kidding.... ha...ha.... seriously I hope you have good locks on that car.
Mongo: .....
Harry: So on to business and more importantly food. Business can wait... I've been hearing all the good things you been doing this past few months. Got my blood pumping man. Been getting calls from all the old guys, telling they hope to never see me again on the xhf network. Some wishing beatdowns and death... but that's just their character. I'm glad after all these years, they still stay in character.
Mongo: Yeah. Though I'm pretty sure they all want to kick your ass. You made enemies over the years. You did things your way and went way overboard with it. You never followed the rules, I'm not surprised by all the sudden distaste for you. But hey, what do I know. They're probably just playing with you... ha...ha...ha...
*Mongo looks into the camera and shakes head*
Mongo: So have you even been paying attention to whats been going on?
Harry: Mongo, you know me. The media knows me. The boys in the back know me. And the fans know me. HELL FUCKING NO! I'm not keeping an eye on what you have been doing. Whatever underhanded shit you been pulling. Deals you been signing with the devil. I'm not interested in it at all anymore. I'm retired. I perform at kids birthdays and bachelor parties, sometimes at the same time. I put my little trunks on and wrestle a guy in a bear costume. Or to earn alittle more cash, I am the bachelor party entertainment.
Mongo: No one wants to see that.
Harry: Tell that to the housewives... and occasionally husbands. I don't hold out nothing.
Mongo: Losing my appetite quickly. I just hope the guy in the bear costume isn't infringing on any xhf rights. I don't want to sue you... hahaha... seriously I will.
Harry: Oh mongo, you won't take me to court. As it would impede on your eating schedule. Which is always on the clock.
*Mongo shakes his head in agreement... or maybe it was disagreement. From harry's perspective, it's mongo agreeing he's a fatass*
Mongo: So let's get this out of the way. I annou-
Harry: I said no business. Let's eat and try to enjoy each other's company here. No need to get pissed off at each other and start fisting each other with fists.
Mongo: I'm pretty sure, you're saying that wrong.
Harry: Naw... so did you want a tour? I mean this is a massive place I have built here. Alot of ground to cover.
Mongo: Umm....
*Mongo looks around, as the ceiling is leaking of god knows what. The ceilings and walls are cracked. The whole trailer is kind of drooping.... a downpour and the thing might just collapse*
Mongo: Uh I think I'm fine right here.... looks to be the safest room.
Harry: what's that?
Mongo: Safe to say I'm hungry.
Harry: I bet you are boss... hehe habit. Though if you would pay me royalties, you could be my boss again.
Mongo: may happen sooner than you think.
Harry: Huh
Mongo: I said i'm hungry, serve me bitch.
Harry: Whoa... whoa.... I like your style mongo. Let's see.
*Harry claps his hands, as a homeless man enters the room and stinks up the entire dining room. This man clearly hasn't washed himself in weeks... possibly years*
Harry: Jeeves, can we bring on the first course.
Mongo: Jeeves?
*The homeless man is sucking on his fingers, as he brings over a plate of meat. Not distinguishable meat. Just meat with some hair or fur still attached to it.*
Harry: Ah... an exotic dish tonight eh jeeves.
Mongo: This looks like raccoon. Not that I would ever know what raccoon loooked like.
Harry: Preposterous. Jeeves went to the market tonight and acquired all this with the money I gave him.
*Jeeves is sucking his fingers still and digging in his butt. Mongo looks at him in disgust*
Mongo: I'm pretty sure that man, your butler "jeeves" killed something outside in the yard and pocketed the cash.
Harry: Ridiculous. I've known this man for a good week, he doesn't come off like that.
Mongo: If it looks like a shady homeless man, it probably is a shady homeless man.
Harry: Don't speak ill will or my friends, you're just pissed we never got this close. And when we did... well I turned on you. Because i'm an asshole.
Mongo: not going to argue that fact.
Harry: Just eat an enjoy. I broke out the fine china for you tonight, please don't insult me or my butler here. Who is bleeding... jeeves go get a issue in your nose again.
Mongo: Maybe if he didn't dig so hard it wouldn't bleed.
Harry: I don't think he was digging in there.... probably the sugar booger. He likes to party and hang with a dangerous crowd.
Mongo: I bet harry. Even though I'm probably about to poison myself with this squirrel or raccoon... something that is dosed in pesticides. I have to say, the gold trim on this china is pretty swanky. I can't put my finger on it but I might have some of this at home.
Harry: Doubtful.
Mongo: I've seen it before...
Harry: One of a kind mongo. You have seen my fine china nowhere in the world. Not in france. Not in india. No in zambodia. All original pieces from my collection.
Mongo: I'm sure i'll appreciate the craftsmanship once I past all this delicious food. HOLY CRAP HARRY! OVER THERE!!!!!
Harry: What!
*Mongo dumps the plate on the floor as harry turns in head*
Harry: What is it buddy, I don't see anything.
Mongo: Oh uh... *burp*
Harry: What the hell... how did you?
Mongo: You said I was fat... guess it's about time I lived up to it.
Harry: But that was like an entire torso. With layers and layers of meat... in one gulp? You're done? Damn I wish I could say I was impressed but by looking at you. You know...
Mongo: ....
*Mongo just glares at harry. He's tired of the jokes once and for all, as he takes his plate ready to throw at him*
Mongo: What the fu...
Harry: What?
Mongo: BDDWF...
*Mongo scrapes the grease and blood off the plate. He wipes it off and it drips all to the floor*
Mongo: What is this? Did you make replica titles into dishes? Surely you....
Harry: I said one of a kind... original.
Mongo: You mean... THIS IS THE ACTUAL BELT? THE CHAMPIONSHIP!
Harry: Well yeah. I mean I was going to go out and buy some dishes. But these belts were taking up way too much space. And as you can see, I don't really have enough house room here. Probably building another expansion soon. Just so I can get a Jacuzzi
Mongo: HARRY!
Harry: yeah so I tore the plates off the belts. And you know, now I have a new belt collection without looking like one of those lame old timers in the wrasslin business. Showing off his past glories. Like who gives a crap man.
Mongo: People... bleed for these. They put their body on the line night in and night out for HOW MANY YEARS!!! And you desecrate the championships like this?
Harry: Hey, you always said we could use the titles however we liked.
Mongo: YEAH! If you wanted to combine it into one NOT MAKE IT INTO FOOD DISHES.
Harry: Maybe you should have specified this? Maybe not have left me with such a prized treasure when you abandoned us for 8 years. You think about this...
Mongo: Don't make yourself a victim, you're just getting me to stop shouting. People have done things to championship belts over the years. Thrown them down in the ring, thrown them in a river, destroyed them with a hammer, used them as a sex object... but this is far. You have gone above and beyond what anyone ever could have expected.
Harry: Sorry? If it's any consolation... my dog really loves the CWA Championship as a chew toy.
Mongo: .....
Harry: Frisbee I mean.
Mongo: That somehow doesn't make it any better.
Harry: Does it make you better that only I eat off the ECF World Heavyweight Title?
Mongo: NO! None of this is right harry. The history at this table... or in your dishwasher right now. All being scrubbed away.
Harry: I'm sorry you don't trust me. I'm sorry you didn't specify what we couldn't do. I just wanted to remember the good ole days while doing what I love to do. Eat. As gross as it sounds that guys bled on these championships, I'm content. And happy. I can't go in the ring anymore, all I have are these blood stained trophies. That I now eat pancakes and bacon off every morning.... the syrup dripping from the plate into my mouth. Pure bliss. Sends shock signals through my body like being hit with a chair repeatedly. Just with no more pain and more filling of the belly. I'm sorry you don't approve.
Mongo: Sugar coat it all you want. People seeing this live right now on the network will be in disgust.
Harry: You don't know that.
Mongo: Past champions will want to kill you!
Harry: Doubtful
Mongo: I'm pretty sure your phone hasn't been going off for the past 15 mins with love.
Harry: Probably bitches wanting to throw themselves at my feet.
Mongo: ....
Harry: You know it's true. The fact is mongo, these belts are mine. The X* Crown is dead. And will be dead for the next lifetime. Ain't no one bringing back a classic.
Mongo: Yopu forced my hand, I came here to let you know about something. To break it you slowly while we had a beautiful evening.
Harry: We were having a beautiful evening before you dumped jeeves home cooked meal on the floor and berated me over my life choices. That mind you ARE MY CHOICES! I choose to not crowd my crib up with wrestling memorabilia junk. To put some good plates to good use.... Jump down my throat more.
Mongo: Oh... now we get to the business portion of the night.
Harry: You paying me? You paying me for what I'm worth.
Mongo: You aren't worth much harry. Those titles are though, and I know men out there that would kill to put them around their waists.
Harry: or under their meal.
Mongo: NO! INfact, those wrestlers watching now. Your name might be at an all-time high now because if I was active. I would be coming to kick your behind.
Harry: Whatever mongo. It's getting kind of late, I think you have overstayed your welcome. You need to leave.
Mongo: Not before I finish. As of july 2nd 2017... you sorry sack of crap. Since you don't bother keeping up with the company that made you a name....
Harry: Yeah what.... what you going to do? Re-activate the X* Crown?
Mongo: The X* Crown has been fully reinstated. And will be defended in the near future, whether you want to be part of it or not.
Harry: You forcing me to compete? Because retired... mostly tired. My body can't take the abuse of the ring anymore. Are you really going to force me in there? Legal ramifications of what could happen with me in there. Are you willing to have that on your mind?
Mongo: After what I seen here... sue me. You have 30 days to get back in ring shape and defend your X* Crown. Or I'll strip you on the network.
Harry: You don't have the balls.
Mongo: I DO!
Harry: I hate you so much.
Mongo: I love it.
Harry: You aren't stripping me. Because I know it will pain you more to see me show up. I'll tape my body up head to toe. I'll bathe in gallons of ben gay just to be able to walk down the ramp into the places you funded. YOu know why fatass? I'm the longest reigning, never defending X* Crown champion. Almost 8 years the champion, this is the first time anyone has wanted a taste of it. The abuse I take in the ring will be worth it, just for that look... of... disappointment when I exceed expectations. I don't care what you get those owners to throw at me, I will succeed. I don't care what you have those owners put me through, I will fight through it. I don't care what I have to do because I will do it. Just so I can continue to see this face, this one you're making right now. It's a bit of a turn on, knowing deep down you can still get so angry at me. You wanted the X* Crown championship back in the fold, well you got the champion instead. Now get the fuck out of my house. You aren't welcomed anymore.
*Jeeves approaches mongo, who gags and decides to run out rather than be manhandled by harry's servant. Mongo gets outside and sees his driver missing. His limousine covered in claw marks... scratches... dents... and even human fecal matter. Mongo stands there blinking his eyes, as his driver comes running out from behind a bush. He gets in the drivers seat, as mongo hops in the back. The tires screech as he burns rubber to get out of there quickly. The scene pans up... as the full moon gets covered by a cloud of fog*
Mongo: If you're going to spend all this money for a trailer... why not buy a house?
Driver: I'm not sure sir. You need the chair tonight sir?
Mongo: Not tonight. I don't need my guest thinking I'm old and decrepit. And more importantly, a lazy fat asshole.
Driver: Excuse me?
Mongo: His words. His unfortunate rude words. God can only help me now I'm afraid.
*Mongo rings the doorbell*
Mongo: I can't believe I agreed to dinner with this guy... with....
Harry: Hey buddy. Welcome to my humble abode.
Mongo: Erm... Harry hello. It's nice seeing you again after all this time.
Harry: You kissing my ass? I mean I know you do but I want to you hear it from your own mouth.
Mongo: No. I'm here to catch up, like we talked about months ago. Why is it so difficult for us to get together?
Harry: I don't know. I'm a lazy guy, if I was an author I would literally make no money. Where are my manners... come in come in come in.
Mongo: I'm quite scared to do so. Been hearing wild animals all through our drive up.
Harry: Oh... probably just the former residents I kicked off the land weeks back. They're still pretty pissed, seeing as I had all their homes demolished before they could get their belongings out of there. But what can you do? I have needs and I can't sit around waiting for others to deliver.
Mongo: But i heard animals... not people.
Harry: People are weird these days mongo. They will pretend to be whatever they want and eat humans if they want.
Mongo: Eat... humans?
Harry: Don't worry about that sunshine. You should be more worried about the pounds you pack on during this meal than a couple ole fashioned cannibals living in the area. That you will most likely see after tonight... when you're leaving and probably killed your driver.
Mongo: You're kidding right? Please tell...
Harry: I'm kidding.... ha...ha.... seriously I hope you have good locks on that car.
Mongo: .....
Harry: So on to business and more importantly food. Business can wait... I've been hearing all the good things you been doing this past few months. Got my blood pumping man. Been getting calls from all the old guys, telling they hope to never see me again on the xhf network. Some wishing beatdowns and death... but that's just their character. I'm glad after all these years, they still stay in character.
Mongo: Yeah. Though I'm pretty sure they all want to kick your ass. You made enemies over the years. You did things your way and went way overboard with it. You never followed the rules, I'm not surprised by all the sudden distaste for you. But hey, what do I know. They're probably just playing with you... ha...ha...ha...
*Mongo looks into the camera and shakes head*
Mongo: So have you even been paying attention to whats been going on?
Harry: Mongo, you know me. The media knows me. The boys in the back know me. And the fans know me. HELL FUCKING NO! I'm not keeping an eye on what you have been doing. Whatever underhanded shit you been pulling. Deals you been signing with the devil. I'm not interested in it at all anymore. I'm retired. I perform at kids birthdays and bachelor parties, sometimes at the same time. I put my little trunks on and wrestle a guy in a bear costume. Or to earn alittle more cash, I am the bachelor party entertainment.
Mongo: No one wants to see that.
Harry: Tell that to the housewives... and occasionally husbands. I don't hold out nothing.
Mongo: Losing my appetite quickly. I just hope the guy in the bear costume isn't infringing on any xhf rights. I don't want to sue you... hahaha... seriously I will.
Harry: Oh mongo, you won't take me to court. As it would impede on your eating schedule. Which is always on the clock.
*Mongo shakes his head in agreement... or maybe it was disagreement. From harry's perspective, it's mongo agreeing he's a fatass*
Mongo: So let's get this out of the way. I annou-
Harry: I said no business. Let's eat and try to enjoy each other's company here. No need to get pissed off at each other and start fisting each other with fists.
Mongo: I'm pretty sure, you're saying that wrong.
Harry: Naw... so did you want a tour? I mean this is a massive place I have built here. Alot of ground to cover.
Mongo: Umm....
*Mongo looks around, as the ceiling is leaking of god knows what. The ceilings and walls are cracked. The whole trailer is kind of drooping.... a downpour and the thing might just collapse*
Mongo: Uh I think I'm fine right here.... looks to be the safest room.
Harry: what's that?
Mongo: Safe to say I'm hungry.
Harry: I bet you are boss... hehe habit. Though if you would pay me royalties, you could be my boss again.
Mongo: may happen sooner than you think.
Harry: Huh
Mongo: I said i'm hungry, serve me bitch.
Harry: Whoa... whoa.... I like your style mongo. Let's see.
*Harry claps his hands, as a homeless man enters the room and stinks up the entire dining room. This man clearly hasn't washed himself in weeks... possibly years*
Harry: Jeeves, can we bring on the first course.
Mongo: Jeeves?
*The homeless man is sucking on his fingers, as he brings over a plate of meat. Not distinguishable meat. Just meat with some hair or fur still attached to it.*
Harry: Ah... an exotic dish tonight eh jeeves.
Mongo: This looks like raccoon. Not that I would ever know what raccoon loooked like.
Harry: Preposterous. Jeeves went to the market tonight and acquired all this with the money I gave him.
*Jeeves is sucking his fingers still and digging in his butt. Mongo looks at him in disgust*
Mongo: I'm pretty sure that man, your butler "jeeves" killed something outside in the yard and pocketed the cash.
Harry: Ridiculous. I've known this man for a good week, he doesn't come off like that.
Mongo: If it looks like a shady homeless man, it probably is a shady homeless man.
Harry: Don't speak ill will or my friends, you're just pissed we never got this close. And when we did... well I turned on you. Because i'm an asshole.
Mongo: not going to argue that fact.
Harry: Just eat an enjoy. I broke out the fine china for you tonight, please don't insult me or my butler here. Who is bleeding... jeeves go get a issue in your nose again.
Mongo: Maybe if he didn't dig so hard it wouldn't bleed.
Harry: I don't think he was digging in there.... probably the sugar booger. He likes to party and hang with a dangerous crowd.
Mongo: I bet harry. Even though I'm probably about to poison myself with this squirrel or raccoon... something that is dosed in pesticides. I have to say, the gold trim on this china is pretty swanky. I can't put my finger on it but I might have some of this at home.
Harry: Doubtful.
Mongo: I've seen it before...
Harry: One of a kind mongo. You have seen my fine china nowhere in the world. Not in france. Not in india. No in zambodia. All original pieces from my collection.
Mongo: I'm sure i'll appreciate the craftsmanship once I past all this delicious food. HOLY CRAP HARRY! OVER THERE!!!!!
Harry: What!
*Mongo dumps the plate on the floor as harry turns in head*
Harry: What is it buddy, I don't see anything.
Mongo: Oh uh... *burp*
Harry: What the hell... how did you?
Mongo: You said I was fat... guess it's about time I lived up to it.
Harry: But that was like an entire torso. With layers and layers of meat... in one gulp? You're done? Damn I wish I could say I was impressed but by looking at you. You know...
Mongo: ....
*Mongo just glares at harry. He's tired of the jokes once and for all, as he takes his plate ready to throw at him*
Mongo: What the fu...
Harry: What?
Mongo: BDDWF...
*Mongo scrapes the grease and blood off the plate. He wipes it off and it drips all to the floor*
Mongo: What is this? Did you make replica titles into dishes? Surely you....
Harry: I said one of a kind... original.
Mongo: You mean... THIS IS THE ACTUAL BELT? THE CHAMPIONSHIP!
Harry: Well yeah. I mean I was going to go out and buy some dishes. But these belts were taking up way too much space. And as you can see, I don't really have enough house room here. Probably building another expansion soon. Just so I can get a Jacuzzi
Mongo: HARRY!
Harry: yeah so I tore the plates off the belts. And you know, now I have a new belt collection without looking like one of those lame old timers in the wrasslin business. Showing off his past glories. Like who gives a crap man.
Mongo: People... bleed for these. They put their body on the line night in and night out for HOW MANY YEARS!!! And you desecrate the championships like this?
Harry: Hey, you always said we could use the titles however we liked.
Mongo: YEAH! If you wanted to combine it into one NOT MAKE IT INTO FOOD DISHES.
Harry: Maybe you should have specified this? Maybe not have left me with such a prized treasure when you abandoned us for 8 years. You think about this...
Mongo: Don't make yourself a victim, you're just getting me to stop shouting. People have done things to championship belts over the years. Thrown them down in the ring, thrown them in a river, destroyed them with a hammer, used them as a sex object... but this is far. You have gone above and beyond what anyone ever could have expected.
Harry: Sorry? If it's any consolation... my dog really loves the CWA Championship as a chew toy.
Mongo: .....
Harry: Frisbee I mean.
Mongo: That somehow doesn't make it any better.
Harry: Does it make you better that only I eat off the ECF World Heavyweight Title?
Mongo: NO! None of this is right harry. The history at this table... or in your dishwasher right now. All being scrubbed away.
Harry: I'm sorry you don't trust me. I'm sorry you didn't specify what we couldn't do. I just wanted to remember the good ole days while doing what I love to do. Eat. As gross as it sounds that guys bled on these championships, I'm content. And happy. I can't go in the ring anymore, all I have are these blood stained trophies. That I now eat pancakes and bacon off every morning.... the syrup dripping from the plate into my mouth. Pure bliss. Sends shock signals through my body like being hit with a chair repeatedly. Just with no more pain and more filling of the belly. I'm sorry you don't approve.
Mongo: Sugar coat it all you want. People seeing this live right now on the network will be in disgust.
Harry: You don't know that.
Mongo: Past champions will want to kill you!
Harry: Doubtful
Mongo: I'm pretty sure your phone hasn't been going off for the past 15 mins with love.
Harry: Probably bitches wanting to throw themselves at my feet.
Mongo: ....
Harry: You know it's true. The fact is mongo, these belts are mine. The X* Crown is dead. And will be dead for the next lifetime. Ain't no one bringing back a classic.
Mongo: Yopu forced my hand, I came here to let you know about something. To break it you slowly while we had a beautiful evening.
Harry: We were having a beautiful evening before you dumped jeeves home cooked meal on the floor and berated me over my life choices. That mind you ARE MY CHOICES! I choose to not crowd my crib up with wrestling memorabilia junk. To put some good plates to good use.... Jump down my throat more.
Mongo: Oh... now we get to the business portion of the night.
Harry: You paying me? You paying me for what I'm worth.
Mongo: You aren't worth much harry. Those titles are though, and I know men out there that would kill to put them around their waists.
Harry: or under their meal.
Mongo: NO! INfact, those wrestlers watching now. Your name might be at an all-time high now because if I was active. I would be coming to kick your behind.
Harry: Whatever mongo. It's getting kind of late, I think you have overstayed your welcome. You need to leave.
Mongo: Not before I finish. As of july 2nd 2017... you sorry sack of crap. Since you don't bother keeping up with the company that made you a name....
Harry: Yeah what.... what you going to do? Re-activate the X* Crown?
Mongo: The X* Crown has been fully reinstated. And will be defended in the near future, whether you want to be part of it or not.
Harry: You forcing me to compete? Because retired... mostly tired. My body can't take the abuse of the ring anymore. Are you really going to force me in there? Legal ramifications of what could happen with me in there. Are you willing to have that on your mind?
Mongo: After what I seen here... sue me. You have 30 days to get back in ring shape and defend your X* Crown. Or I'll strip you on the network.
Harry: You don't have the balls.
Mongo: I DO!
Harry: I hate you so much.
Mongo: I love it.
Harry: You aren't stripping me. Because I know it will pain you more to see me show up. I'll tape my body up head to toe. I'll bathe in gallons of ben gay just to be able to walk down the ramp into the places you funded. YOu know why fatass? I'm the longest reigning, never defending X* Crown champion. Almost 8 years the champion, this is the first time anyone has wanted a taste of it. The abuse I take in the ring will be worth it, just for that look... of... disappointment when I exceed expectations. I don't care what you get those owners to throw at me, I will succeed. I don't care what you have those owners put me through, I will fight through it. I don't care what I have to do because I will do it. Just so I can continue to see this face, this one you're making right now. It's a bit of a turn on, knowing deep down you can still get so angry at me. You wanted the X* Crown championship back in the fold, well you got the champion instead. Now get the fuck out of my house. You aren't welcomed anymore.
*Jeeves approaches mongo, who gags and decides to run out rather than be manhandled by harry's servant. Mongo gets outside and sees his driver missing. His limousine covered in claw marks... scratches... dents... and even human fecal matter. Mongo stands there blinking his eyes, as his driver comes running out from behind a bush. He gets in the drivers seat, as mongo hops in the back. The tires screech as he burns rubber to get out of there quickly. The scene pans up... as the full moon gets covered by a cloud of fog*
