Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 0:26:24 GMT -6
[ - / / THE ROAD TO MISSOURI \ \ - ]
"Oh, hey there."
Famous turned his gaze upon the lady, wondering why she looked as if his eyes were about to bulge out of his head. Though - the reasoning was obvious. She had just gotten a bit too familiar with a bent over Justin. Probably saw things he could never get out of his brain, even if he did the whole Suicide Hank approach and fried it.
CONCERNED AGENT:
"Uhm.. Mr. Famous, I need to talk to you. But - could you please put on some pants? I think it'd be helpful to productivity."
The lady said awkwardly, looking a bit embarrassed in regards to the whole erm, thing. Though - Justin seemed to have nary a bit of shame in regards to his lack of pants. Then again, such a fellow in his career path of choice likely wasn't expected to have an ounce of shame.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Whose? Your productivity, or mine? 'Cause I've been really productive today. Some dude took my parking space earlier so I screwed his wife. All in all, pretty good day on my part."
Almost bragging about that, a cheesy grin appearing on his face as he grabbed his pants and put them on. Realizing the chick seemed a bit put off by it all. And he had business to take care of. Not exactly her 'business' either but actual work related stuff.
CONCERNED AGENT:
"... Be that as it may, I've got some more forms sent over by MSW for you to sign. You're also scheduled to make your debut on Unstoppable."
The lady handed over the forms to him as he fingered through them. He looked them over, signing a few dotted lines here and there. Making sure they were all ready to be faxed back to the brass. Once they were all in order, he handed them back over to his lady agent.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Listen here, chief..."
Before he could rethink his phrasing, he looked at her.. Her skin pigment. Her overall look.. That slightly offended gaze upon calling her chief. He had just had some sort of incident. He gazed at his cameras, then back at her.. Ah, this would get him later when these videos documenting his MSW signing were published.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
".. You're Indian aren't you?..."
Caught redhanded, though accidental in his phrasing. He couldn't help but feel almost bad. He certainly didn't mean to be such an asshole. Or maybe he did and was just acting nice for the cameras, who knows?!
JUSTIN'S AGENT:
"... Yeah.."
The silence in the room was deafening as the two looked back and forth at one another. Neither of them sure what to really say to the other in regards to everything. Justin hadn't meant to say much of anything offensive, or at least, it seemed that he had not wanted to, anyway.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"There's a PR nightmare waiting to happen.. Hah. Skipping over the accidental er.. racism, there, Dongshadow.. Get it? Longshadow, Native American name. Plus - you're my agent so technically you're shadowing me, and I have a huge.. I crack me up. You know, funny story. I was reading a Malik Khalid tweet earlier about a company named after you folks and your way to say hello."
And for some reason, Justin just didn't know when to stop talking and leave well enough alone.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"How.. how.. how.. Uh, you know what, nevermind. This is awkward as fuck. Listen - I'll sign the stupid papers or whatever. Then - I'm headin' to.."
... Yep. He was drawing a blank. He stood there, trying to think of it for a moment or so..
JUSTIN'S AGENT:
"Missouri.."
Seemed like a obvious answer when one thought about it. But - Justin had bigger things on his plate, more important things on his mind than where he was heading to next. So while it had slipped his mind, here it was having dawned on him just where he was going. And what he had signed a contract with.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Missouri? The fuck is in Missouri.."
Those were the final words Justin said, as the next thing he did was be driven away by his driver. Leaving Las Vegas and heading off to an airport. He sat in the back, peering out the window sadly. Dramatically reaching back as Las Vegas got further, and further into the distance.. Leave it to Justin to sign with a company in Missouri, then be disappointed about it.
[ - / / MAKING PEOPLE MISERABLE IN MISSOURI \ \ - ]
Ah, wrestling! The wrestling rings, the mats, the.. ability to kick the shit out of someone and call it a job. What wasn't to like about it?! I mean really. Who wouldn't want to do that for a living? Fortunately, Justin Famous had the ability to do two things he loved. He was a pornstar, and a wrestler. He may of had a few comedic sensibilities. But - at the end of the day, he loved wrestling as well. Maybe not as much as his time with the fairer sex but hey, he was a living breathing male who got paid to do that for a living too.
Things pick right up though with Justin sitting in a vehicle in the parking lot for Unstoppable.. Famous let some women out of a vehicle, three or so. Blondes. All of whom adjusted their clothing as they walked off and he continued to sit in his hot pink sports car he had rented. He sat there for a few moments before peeking over his sunglasses into the cameras.. It was time, time to record his thoughts.. Time to let the world know what he thought about Unstoppable. Now that he had gotten to settle in a little bit..
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"...So - first things first.."
Briefly pausing for a moment as he ran over the first order of business in his head. There was a lot to get into, and what he felt was a limited amount of time to actually go into it all. He knew what he was up against, he knew who he was up against it with. And he wanted to discuss all of it.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"For the longest time, you've all been able to witness a man by the name of Pornstar Ron pollute your minds. Pollute what you think a pornstar who also happens to compete in a wrestling ring, is supposed to be.. We may be teaming this evening Ron. But - you sir are nothing more than a fraud. A 'veteran', pfft. It's time to treat this company to a real, honest to goodness pornstar who yes. Doesn't need to insert it into his name to let people know what he is. Oh no. We may be teaming tonight. But - this'll never be a team up act. This'll never be 'Team XXX'. This will not be a franchise deal. No XXX2: XXXMen United. No XXX-Men Days of Fu.. fu.. insert sexual pun here. Fucking Past? I don't know. None of that. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I'm going to win this match this evening, carry your broken down, beaten, battered old ass to the climax of the match. And once we've won? You can go back to working the gloryhole across town or whatever it is you do. MSW has its pornstar, and trust me, he's far, far more marketable than some hairy lookin' dude straight from the seventies. You're looking at something frickin' modern, man! And here you are, a god damn relic trying to pass yourself off around these parts as something worthwhile."
A more sinister, disgusted tone took over his voice as he leaned over against the car door, peering out. Seemed he had a dislike for Ron. Which didn't give a whole lot of hope for the scenario where the so called Team XXX could of potentially taken off and been something worthwhile. Though - as much had been said in a earlier tweet about how Famous had only ever teamed with one person successfully.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"That aside - you know, I've been away from wrestling for a little while. Places to go, women to screw, milfs, gmilfs, whatever I have to. That sort of thing. You know, being me, being the Prince of Pink."
He smiled devilishly as he peered over his sunglasses..
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Doesn't seem a whole lot has changed though. Drew Stevenson.. looks like he did when I last saw him though. Which is odd. But - there's still a bunch of assholes in the locker room ready to eat eachother alive. There's still this, there's still that. And I love it. I love the notion that we're all in this for ourselves. And you know what I want most now that I'm here? To hurt someone.. Ron, buddy, get your gross face in my way tonight? You'll be the first one hurt. But - then there's KEG and ... god, what was that dudes name?"
Holding his hand up as if he were shushing those watching as he ran it through his head. Damnit, what was it, thought Famous.. He'd be here all day for this, trying to figure this one out. It was going to drive him crazy. He could remember Keg, but that other guy..
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"... Big Mac Meal? Floor vac.. Ballsack McFeel? Kenny McCormick? It's Cormack.. Cormack.. Cormack.. Fuck. What was it? Darth Cormack? Cormack Glockenspiel? 'Lack of Appeal' Cormack MacNeill? Quite an ordeal, MacNeill? Gonna make you squeal, MacNeill?! And KEG. At least I can remember one of your god damn names. Either way. Cormy, Keggy. It's not personal tonight. I wouldn't want to get personal with that dumb bald head of Cormack's anyway. Gross."
Visibly shaken and perhaps in need of a moment to rock back and forth in horror.. Justin took the time to pause and be a bit appalled at the thought of being up close and personal with that creepy fellow. But - he'd shake it off just in time for the comedic value to dissipate.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Comedy act aside. Unlike most who try to have two careers. I don't take wrestling any less seriously. Sure - I have fun. And all of you in the ring with me tonight, hell, all of you in the back are about as low to me as dirt. But all the same.. I want to win. I want to succeed. And I will. Sorry for the spoilers. It was decided the moment I was inserted into the match, the moment someone in their infinite wisdom put you all in the ring with the Prince of Pink. You were all immediately overshadowed. Actually - right now, as we speak? You're still being overlooked. I've drawn all the attention. People aren't looking at this match to see what the big thing Cormack what the fuck ever is doing. Nobody wants to see some dude who named himself after a KEG. And nobody gives two shits over some washed up, so called veteran whose achieved nothing of note. Some veteran, huh? No. People care about me. People want to see what Justin Famous is going to do. And they will."
The cameras dramatically closed in on him. His grin widening as he thought about the lack of friends he was probably making by even speaking of them like this. But - that was the point. Justin didn't need friends, but, he certainly loved making enemies.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Don't get it twisted. Your names will be remembered in history, that's good news for you, congrats. THIS TOTALLY ISN'T ME BEING SARCASTIC! Though - it is me screaming randomly.. But you're going to be famous because I'm famous. You're going to be remembered for losing, to muah. To everyone's brand new favorite MSW talent they didn't even know they needed. I've got a thousand or so nicknames but, end of the day, Prince of Pink? XXX Enigma? Weapon of Ass Destruction? Sexual Sensation? They're all superfluous."
Sure - he loved having all those nicknames. They were a part of his persona, but - he had further thoughts to add to that. By no means was he writing them off, thought Justin as he adjusted himself in his seat a wee bit.
JUSTIN FAMOUS:
"Only name you folks need to remember? That's the name Justin Famous."
The scene came to a close with Justin putting on his sunglasses, rolling up the window of his vehicle now that the stank had aired out a bit, and then stepping out. He slammed the door shut and headed off in the direction of the building as the scene slowly came to a close.
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