Post by rich121 on Jan 10, 2022 10:45:50 GMT -5
At the Headquarters of Terrance Christopher Enterprises, Associate Jimmy is approaching Terrance’s office when he hears crashing and yelling. He swipes his key card and slowly opens the door where he immediately has to dodge a stapler heading in his direction…
TC: “FUCK MOTHER FUCKERS FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”
Jimmy: “I should some back later.”
TC: “HELL NO! OH HELL THE FUCK NO! YOU STAY RIGHT THERE MOTHER FUCKER!”
Jimmy: “No, I think I need to leave…” (TC then tries to flip over his desk) “Sir, you know that weighs several hundred pounds and won’t flip easily.” (TC then takes one of his visitor’s chairs and flings it at Jimmy)
TC: “You’re right, that was much easier. In fact, lets to that again! (TC picks up and throws another chair, this one nails Jimmy upside his head and he falls to the floor unconscious) Oh yeah, that was a much better throw.”
(Now standing in the shambles of his once pristine office, Terrance Christopher looks at the results of his enraged outburst…)
TC: "Mother fucking Clifford Ragsdale. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK AND FUCK!"
(the once secured office door swings open as Jester LeBeau steps over the unconscious Associate Jimmy, looks around and gives a whistle of amazement)
Jester: "Damn T, did that tornado decide to pay you a visit?"
TC: “Jester my boy! How the hell are you? Please pick up a chair and sit down.”
(Jester picks up one of the chairs, sets it upright and sits down as TC takes his place on his throne)
TC: “So, I got the news that you are representing UPW at SUPREMACY. Hell of a spot, possibly better than the one Rain was in when he won the Sin City Title. Oh, oh let me guess… you stopped by because this bigger stage means you once again require my exclusive services in management. Well, while I am still under contract with the Black Hand I’m sure I can work something out for an exclusive arrangement of my services. Just give me a moment to find where I threw my phone and computer and I can get the ball rollin’. Yessir, this is gonna be good, back to the basics that brought us to this dance.”
Jester: “No.”
TC: “What the fuck do you mean ‘No’?”
Jester: “No. I didn’t come here to give you half my money and most of the glory. I came by to let you know you’re about to be evicted.”
TC: “What in an elf’s asshole are you talking about? I got this land and these facilities under contract through the next three years. What the fuck you talking about? You sure as shit ain’t MY LANDLORD!”
Jester: “Actually…” (Jester reaches into his duster and pulls out roll of papers and tosses them to TC) “I am. You see without you syphoning my earnings it turns out I’m actually pretty well off, which is how I was able to open 4 Dispensaries in Las Vegas and Reno. In fact they are doing so well that I needed to find somewhere to set up a main office, grow and development facilities and a warehouse. And this was the first location that came to mind. (Stands up and walks around the room) So, I called YOUR legal department that you gave me access to, worked a deal and wrote some checks and wouldn’t you know who won the pony?”
TC: (now standing behind his desk, slamming both fists on it) “Let me make sure my mother fucking ears ain’t broke, you found a way -using my mother fucking legal department- to BUY this property that I WAS LEASING ALREADY? (begins to point as his hand is shaking) And now, and now and mother fucking right now you are the OWNER of all this lock, stock and barrel and you want me OUT? You worthless piece of shit mother fucker! I should have let you rot in that shithole cell in Shreveport! After everything I’ve done for YOU over the past, getting out of untold legal issues, keeping you up to your nostrils in hookers and blow, getting you off the streets and into a wrestling ring, keeping you out of jail and paying your legal bills, and this is the thanks I get?!?”
Jester: “I don’t remember saying ‘thanks’ but hey I got you a little token of my appreciation for all you’ve done. (reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small vial) Exclusive new product just for you T. Jester’s choice high quality, very high THC concentrate. Two drops and you’ll be on cloud 12 looking down on cloud 9.”
(Jester reaches over the desk, grabs TC’s tie and pulls him over the desk. He grabs T’s jaw and pries open his mouth then takes the vial and puts several drops in TC’s mouth. He lets go and TC stumbles back and slumps back into his throne)
Jester: (smiles as TC’s eyes start to glaze over as he looks and tries to grab at things not there) “That is high potency alright. (looks at the vial) Oh shit… (reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out another vial, this one having a printed label on it. Jester walks over, kneels down beside the throne and hold the vials in front of TC) You see, this one with the label is my new THC concentrate and is what I was planning to give you, but instead I wasn’t paying attention and gave you some of this one which is suppose to be a REALLY powerful bit of acid which I was going to use for my own personal enjoyment. (turns the unlabled vial upside down and nothing comes out) Oh fuckity fuck fuck fuck. That was the whole shebang, so you are going to be tripping for a long mother fucking time."
(Jester gets up, takes some paper and a pen and scribbles down: ‘Eviction Notice. Get the fuck out in 30 days.’ Then staples it to TC’s forehead.)
Jester: “Enjoy that trip T. Because your life is only going to get worse from here.”
TC: “FUCK MOTHER FUCKERS FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”
Jimmy: “I should some back later.”
TC: “HELL NO! OH HELL THE FUCK NO! YOU STAY RIGHT THERE MOTHER FUCKER!”
Jimmy: “No, I think I need to leave…” (TC then tries to flip over his desk) “Sir, you know that weighs several hundred pounds and won’t flip easily.” (TC then takes one of his visitor’s chairs and flings it at Jimmy)
TC: “You’re right, that was much easier. In fact, lets to that again! (TC picks up and throws another chair, this one nails Jimmy upside his head and he falls to the floor unconscious) Oh yeah, that was a much better throw.”
(Now standing in the shambles of his once pristine office, Terrance Christopher looks at the results of his enraged outburst…)
TC: "Mother fucking Clifford Ragsdale. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK AND FUCK!"
(the once secured office door swings open as Jester LeBeau steps over the unconscious Associate Jimmy, looks around and gives a whistle of amazement)
Jester: "Damn T, did that tornado decide to pay you a visit?"
TC: “Jester my boy! How the hell are you? Please pick up a chair and sit down.”
(Jester picks up one of the chairs, sets it upright and sits down as TC takes his place on his throne)
TC: “So, I got the news that you are representing UPW at SUPREMACY. Hell of a spot, possibly better than the one Rain was in when he won the Sin City Title. Oh, oh let me guess… you stopped by because this bigger stage means you once again require my exclusive services in management. Well, while I am still under contract with the Black Hand I’m sure I can work something out for an exclusive arrangement of my services. Just give me a moment to find where I threw my phone and computer and I can get the ball rollin’. Yessir, this is gonna be good, back to the basics that brought us to this dance.”
Jester: “No.”
TC: “What the fuck do you mean ‘No’?”
Jester: “No. I didn’t come here to give you half my money and most of the glory. I came by to let you know you’re about to be evicted.”
TC: “What in an elf’s asshole are you talking about? I got this land and these facilities under contract through the next three years. What the fuck you talking about? You sure as shit ain’t MY LANDLORD!”
Jester: “Actually…” (Jester reaches into his duster and pulls out roll of papers and tosses them to TC) “I am. You see without you syphoning my earnings it turns out I’m actually pretty well off, which is how I was able to open 4 Dispensaries in Las Vegas and Reno. In fact they are doing so well that I needed to find somewhere to set up a main office, grow and development facilities and a warehouse. And this was the first location that came to mind. (Stands up and walks around the room) So, I called YOUR legal department that you gave me access to, worked a deal and wrote some checks and wouldn’t you know who won the pony?”
TC: (now standing behind his desk, slamming both fists on it) “Let me make sure my mother fucking ears ain’t broke, you found a way -using my mother fucking legal department- to BUY this property that I WAS LEASING ALREADY? (begins to point as his hand is shaking) And now, and now and mother fucking right now you are the OWNER of all this lock, stock and barrel and you want me OUT? You worthless piece of shit mother fucker! I should have let you rot in that shithole cell in Shreveport! After everything I’ve done for YOU over the past, getting out of untold legal issues, keeping you up to your nostrils in hookers and blow, getting you off the streets and into a wrestling ring, keeping you out of jail and paying your legal bills, and this is the thanks I get?!?”
Jester: “I don’t remember saying ‘thanks’ but hey I got you a little token of my appreciation for all you’ve done. (reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small vial) Exclusive new product just for you T. Jester’s choice high quality, very high THC concentrate. Two drops and you’ll be on cloud 12 looking down on cloud 9.”
(Jester reaches over the desk, grabs TC’s tie and pulls him over the desk. He grabs T’s jaw and pries open his mouth then takes the vial and puts several drops in TC’s mouth. He lets go and TC stumbles back and slumps back into his throne)
Jester: (smiles as TC’s eyes start to glaze over as he looks and tries to grab at things not there) “That is high potency alright. (looks at the vial) Oh shit… (reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out another vial, this one having a printed label on it. Jester walks over, kneels down beside the throne and hold the vials in front of TC) You see, this one with the label is my new THC concentrate and is what I was planning to give you, but instead I wasn’t paying attention and gave you some of this one which is suppose to be a REALLY powerful bit of acid which I was going to use for my own personal enjoyment. (turns the unlabled vial upside down and nothing comes out) Oh fuckity fuck fuck fuck. That was the whole shebang, so you are going to be tripping for a long mother fucking time."
(Jester gets up, takes some paper and a pen and scribbles down: ‘Eviction Notice. Get the fuck out in 30 days.’ Then staples it to TC’s forehead.)
Jester: “Enjoy that trip T. Because your life is only going to get worse from here.”