Post by Chuck Moss on Oct 23, 2010 20:47:18 GMT -6
Three Days Ago
Lex Sense, I get the feeling that you are a walking cartoon sometimes. You can't go into a bar, start a big fight that includes beating up on innocent bartenders, and then have a mysterious overseer fix everything. No amount of money the world is going to make that a realistic outcome. This isn't the movies or a tv show. You've got cameras going in and out of your head with flashbacks and stuff. It's like, I don't have any idea what's going on with you. You either setup the bar scene, or this whole thing is a giant cartoon show.
That's just scratching the surface. So I've researched you, and they just let you out of the mental hospital because you were too crazy? "Doctors deemed him sane and allowed him to leave for fear of their lives." That isn't realistic nor does it makes any sense. If anything they would transfer you to a bigger facility with better security or straight jacket you in the padded room. Unless you set that up too...you know what, is this a put on? Where is he...there he is, come here.
Chuck gets up, grabs the camera, and sets it on the bench. He drags the cameraman in front of it.
This is the camera guy I always talk to. We've become buddies, but based on the bull**** Lex Sense puts on camera I've found out something new about this guy here. I thought his name was Joel, but it's actually Allen Funt! Remember him? He used to host Candid Camera from like the 40s until the 90s. Well this was all a big joke on me! Ha, right?!
Joel the Camerman: Dude, Allen Funt has been dead for ten years.
Chuck Moss: Right, of course. So what is going on with this guy?
Joel the Cameraman: Bunch of dumb ****. I dunno Chuck.
Chuck Moss: You can take the camera back buddy.
Joel leaves the frame and hoists the camera back onto his shoulder.
My point is that this Lex Sense guy doesn't make any sense. nCw is a realisitic fed without stupid crap like this, or at least it's supposed to be. In my contract is speficially stated that so I left the shtick at home. Maybe you should read the fine print Lex and do the same. If I lose to you so be it, but man I think I'll protest if I ever have to face you again just so I don't have to watch your Looney Tunes promos again. What a crock, huh Joel?
Joel: I really don't care Chuck.
Yeah, moving on. This match is more than Lex Sense. We have Nero, Daniel Hunter, and Andrew Cage in the match. This is more than them. This is a chance to earn a shot at a title belt, which I've found out doesn't come that easy around here. There's a decent amount of titles but there's a healthy amount of talent vying for them. What I'm trying to so say is that this means something. This is big. A chance at the gold something I've never earned before, and I think after last week I did earn this slot.
Joel: Last week. Not the week before or the week before.
Chuck: Hey, I made up for that Joel. I pinned Freakke last week. I avenged my loss against him AND pinned a champion in one shot.
Joel: Looks like you have a chance to avenge a loss this week, too.
Chuck: I bring you onto the camera one time and now you're chatty as hell.
Joel looks pissed.
Chuck: Nah man, I'm just playing. Just playing. You're right, though. Daniel Hunter whopped my ass in a quest to pay college loans. I wonder how that's working out for him? Yeah, don't care do you Joel.
Joel nods.
Chuck: If I pin anyone at the pay per view, I want it to be Daniel Hunter. Really bad. The anxiety is gone now, no more first week jitters..
Joel the Cameraman: Second week. That was second week.
Chuck: Are you sure it wasn't third?
Joel the Cameraman: I can't say for sure, no. But the point stands.
Chuck: Again you're right. I blew it last time facing this dude. I really did. Even if Lex Sense pins Nero or something I'm telling you right now: I will not be pinned by Daniel Hunter again. Ever in my entire career. If I take a loss here at least I'll have that moral victory.
Joel the Cameraman: What if he rolls you up after a big move or something?
Chuck: See...again you're right, but man chill out. So I will make this proclamation, then, because I can't say anything for sure in a big match like this. If I lose this match to Daniel Hunter I want to face him again one on one. You hear that frat boy? It's not that I have a problem with you, but I have a problem with losing. And you're kind of a tool. Just being honest.
Joel the Cameraman: Chuck, let me be honest with you: you're getting cocky. Very cocky. Last weeks win is going to your head. And that big paycheck you got isn't helping, dude.
Chuck: **** it, Joel. I've got money now. I'm buying my own place this week. Why can't I be a little cocky? A little high on life? I'm leaving all this **** behind that's bringing me down. You can take me out of the street, but you can't take the street out of me, though. It's still bloody knuckles time come Sunday.
Chuck attempts to walk away, but Joel yells at him.
Joel the Camerman: Hey Chuck! What about Nero!
Chuck drags his feet back into frame like a bratty kid.
Forgot about him and Andrew Cage, but I don't have a lot to say about Cage. Don't know much about him. Nero....I tried to help him out last week. I've pulled myself up and out of what was keeping me down. He's still in that pit of despair wearing his eye shadow and I couldn't give more of a **** less. When you're down nine chances out of ten it's because you've taken yourself there. I'm going to do my best to win this match at the pay per view, but he'll be dragging his feet still like I just did there. Until he gets out of the gutter he's nothing but trash.
Joel sets the camera down and thinks he turned it off.
Joel: Chuck, what the hell is wrong with you man? What's up?
Chuck: You were there last week. You heard what I said. Man, I was going to kill myself! I was gonna jump, but I didn't. I'm good now. I'm ****ing great! I'm the man!
Joel: You're letting this **** go to your head. All of this could be gone in one wrong move. You're going from one extreme to another, and as your friend I'm worried about you.
Chuck: Yeah we're friends, but maybe you're just too involved with this, Joel? Kinda mixing pleasure with pain. I got some money, and I'm going to spend some money, but its all good. I'm good. I'm not getting some kind of cartoonish swing of character all the sudden. I'm not Lex Sense or anything.
Chuck walks away
Joel: Sure thing buddy.
Joel walks over to the camera and realities it was broadcasting. He shakes his head and puts the lens on.
Tonight
Chuck bought a house right in downtown Hollywood. Expensive looking place. It's right on the street he used to live on. The same street he thought he was going to die on. Woody, Chuck's best friend from the street, steps up and knocks on the door. He quickly leaves the porch and stands down in the yard. Chuck walks out the door.
Woody: Chuck! What the hell, man!
Chuck is wearing a white suit, black dress shoes, and his dreads are cut much shorter. He also looks cleaner than a baby's bottom (for lack of a better term)
Chuck: I sold out, Woody!
He smiles a new set of white teeth. He just looks like his breath smells fresh.
Woody: Jesus Chuck, I never thought you'd get a place like this, a suit like that, or any of this.
Chuck: Money can't buy you happiness they say, but I'm gonna have to figure that out. Hell, this wrestling gig has brought me to reality man. I'm not, like, becoming some douche bag or anything just spending some extra cash. I've taken some wrestling lessons too.
Woody gets a frown on his face.
Chuck: What's wrong dude?
Woody: I'm starting to...it's nothing, man.
Chuck crinkles his brow.
Chuck: What? What do you want?
Woody looks offended.
Chuck: It's always something man. Lex Sense called me a parasite on society, but one of us gets out of the gutter and now everybody wants to jump with me.
Woody: What the **** Chuck?!
Chuck: I'm just kidding man. I love you. Joel over there had the same reaction..I'm just joking around, cmon. Same to you Joel.
Woody: Yeah...
Chuck looks confused, but he quickly snaps a smile on his face.
Woody: Wanna come in and see the place? Maybe have a sleepover like the good ole days?
Woody (laughing): Yes! Hell yes, son!
They walk into the house and Joel follows them. He decides it's time to turn the camera off..and cut to black.
Lex Sense, I get the feeling that you are a walking cartoon sometimes. You can't go into a bar, start a big fight that includes beating up on innocent bartenders, and then have a mysterious overseer fix everything. No amount of money the world is going to make that a realistic outcome. This isn't the movies or a tv show. You've got cameras going in and out of your head with flashbacks and stuff. It's like, I don't have any idea what's going on with you. You either setup the bar scene, or this whole thing is a giant cartoon show.
That's just scratching the surface. So I've researched you, and they just let you out of the mental hospital because you were too crazy? "Doctors deemed him sane and allowed him to leave for fear of their lives." That isn't realistic nor does it makes any sense. If anything they would transfer you to a bigger facility with better security or straight jacket you in the padded room. Unless you set that up too...you know what, is this a put on? Where is he...there he is, come here.
Chuck gets up, grabs the camera, and sets it on the bench. He drags the cameraman in front of it.
This is the camera guy I always talk to. We've become buddies, but based on the bull**** Lex Sense puts on camera I've found out something new about this guy here. I thought his name was Joel, but it's actually Allen Funt! Remember him? He used to host Candid Camera from like the 40s until the 90s. Well this was all a big joke on me! Ha, right?!
Joel the Camerman: Dude, Allen Funt has been dead for ten years.
Chuck Moss: Right, of course. So what is going on with this guy?
Joel the Cameraman: Bunch of dumb ****. I dunno Chuck.
Chuck Moss: You can take the camera back buddy.
Joel leaves the frame and hoists the camera back onto his shoulder.
My point is that this Lex Sense guy doesn't make any sense. nCw is a realisitic fed without stupid crap like this, or at least it's supposed to be. In my contract is speficially stated that so I left the shtick at home. Maybe you should read the fine print Lex and do the same. If I lose to you so be it, but man I think I'll protest if I ever have to face you again just so I don't have to watch your Looney Tunes promos again. What a crock, huh Joel?
Joel: I really don't care Chuck.
Yeah, moving on. This match is more than Lex Sense. We have Nero, Daniel Hunter, and Andrew Cage in the match. This is more than them. This is a chance to earn a shot at a title belt, which I've found out doesn't come that easy around here. There's a decent amount of titles but there's a healthy amount of talent vying for them. What I'm trying to so say is that this means something. This is big. A chance at the gold something I've never earned before, and I think after last week I did earn this slot.
Joel: Last week. Not the week before or the week before.
Chuck: Hey, I made up for that Joel. I pinned Freakke last week. I avenged my loss against him AND pinned a champion in one shot.
Joel: Looks like you have a chance to avenge a loss this week, too.
Chuck: I bring you onto the camera one time and now you're chatty as hell.
Joel looks pissed.
Chuck: Nah man, I'm just playing. Just playing. You're right, though. Daniel Hunter whopped my ass in a quest to pay college loans. I wonder how that's working out for him? Yeah, don't care do you Joel.
Joel nods.
Chuck: If I pin anyone at the pay per view, I want it to be Daniel Hunter. Really bad. The anxiety is gone now, no more first week jitters..
Joel the Cameraman: Second week. That was second week.
Chuck: Are you sure it wasn't third?
Joel the Cameraman: I can't say for sure, no. But the point stands.
Chuck: Again you're right. I blew it last time facing this dude. I really did. Even if Lex Sense pins Nero or something I'm telling you right now: I will not be pinned by Daniel Hunter again. Ever in my entire career. If I take a loss here at least I'll have that moral victory.
Joel the Cameraman: What if he rolls you up after a big move or something?
Chuck: See...again you're right, but man chill out. So I will make this proclamation, then, because I can't say anything for sure in a big match like this. If I lose this match to Daniel Hunter I want to face him again one on one. You hear that frat boy? It's not that I have a problem with you, but I have a problem with losing. And you're kind of a tool. Just being honest.
Joel the Cameraman: Chuck, let me be honest with you: you're getting cocky. Very cocky. Last weeks win is going to your head. And that big paycheck you got isn't helping, dude.
Chuck: **** it, Joel. I've got money now. I'm buying my own place this week. Why can't I be a little cocky? A little high on life? I'm leaving all this **** behind that's bringing me down. You can take me out of the street, but you can't take the street out of me, though. It's still bloody knuckles time come Sunday.
Chuck attempts to walk away, but Joel yells at him.
Joel the Camerman: Hey Chuck! What about Nero!
Chuck drags his feet back into frame like a bratty kid.
Forgot about him and Andrew Cage, but I don't have a lot to say about Cage. Don't know much about him. Nero....I tried to help him out last week. I've pulled myself up and out of what was keeping me down. He's still in that pit of despair wearing his eye shadow and I couldn't give more of a **** less. When you're down nine chances out of ten it's because you've taken yourself there. I'm going to do my best to win this match at the pay per view, but he'll be dragging his feet still like I just did there. Until he gets out of the gutter he's nothing but trash.
Joel sets the camera down and thinks he turned it off.
Joel: Chuck, what the hell is wrong with you man? What's up?
Chuck: You were there last week. You heard what I said. Man, I was going to kill myself! I was gonna jump, but I didn't. I'm good now. I'm ****ing great! I'm the man!
Joel: You're letting this **** go to your head. All of this could be gone in one wrong move. You're going from one extreme to another, and as your friend I'm worried about you.
Chuck: Yeah we're friends, but maybe you're just too involved with this, Joel? Kinda mixing pleasure with pain. I got some money, and I'm going to spend some money, but its all good. I'm good. I'm not getting some kind of cartoonish swing of character all the sudden. I'm not Lex Sense or anything.
Chuck walks away
Joel: Sure thing buddy.
Joel walks over to the camera and realities it was broadcasting. He shakes his head and puts the lens on.
Tonight
Chuck bought a house right in downtown Hollywood. Expensive looking place. It's right on the street he used to live on. The same street he thought he was going to die on. Woody, Chuck's best friend from the street, steps up and knocks on the door. He quickly leaves the porch and stands down in the yard. Chuck walks out the door.
Woody: Chuck! What the hell, man!
Chuck is wearing a white suit, black dress shoes, and his dreads are cut much shorter. He also looks cleaner than a baby's bottom (for lack of a better term)
Chuck: I sold out, Woody!
He smiles a new set of white teeth. He just looks like his breath smells fresh.
Woody: Jesus Chuck, I never thought you'd get a place like this, a suit like that, or any of this.
Chuck: Money can't buy you happiness they say, but I'm gonna have to figure that out. Hell, this wrestling gig has brought me to reality man. I'm not, like, becoming some douche bag or anything just spending some extra cash. I've taken some wrestling lessons too.
Woody gets a frown on his face.
Chuck: What's wrong dude?
Woody: I'm starting to...it's nothing, man.
Chuck crinkles his brow.
Chuck: What? What do you want?
Woody looks offended.
Chuck: It's always something man. Lex Sense called me a parasite on society, but one of us gets out of the gutter and now everybody wants to jump with me.
Woody: What the **** Chuck?!
Chuck: I'm just kidding man. I love you. Joel over there had the same reaction..I'm just joking around, cmon. Same to you Joel.
Woody: Yeah...
Chuck looks confused, but he quickly snaps a smile on his face.
Woody: Wanna come in and see the place? Maybe have a sleepover like the good ole days?
Woody (laughing): Yes! Hell yes, son!
They walk into the house and Joel follows them. He decides it's time to turn the camera off..and cut to black.