Post by James Warren on Oct 6, 2012 10:50:41 GMT -6
{Our scene opens up and this time we find ourselves in a south shore town in Long Island, New York. It is night time and the camera pans in on NCW’s newest medical wrestling couple the Warrens stepping out of their vehicle. Cynthia seems to be a bit scared as she looks around nervously, and James just chuckles as he smiles back at his wife gazing at the house that is in front of them.}
James:
Well babe, this is Long Island New York home of my black cousin Todd.
{Cindy just gulps as she looks around for a bit before slowly walking over to her husband holding him tightly. She grabs his hand as she cuddles up with him showing signs that she truly was afraid.}
Cynthia:
I don’t think I like this place. It’s really scary, can we just go back home to Charlotte? I don’t want to die like a helpless blonde in a scary movie…
{James can’t help but laugh as he purposely eggs her on, trying his best to contain his laughter but it isn’t any use as he slips up and cackles anyway.}
James:
Oh you should be afraid Cindy, you should be very afraid. We are in Long Island New York. Home of the place where people pronounce water as wuter, they love to butcher the English language, and there is a plague going on around these parts. I know I am a doctor but it is something that even I cannot cure, and don’t try to use your nursing charms to help these people because they are far beyond saving…
Cindy slowly looks up into James eyes a bit taken back.
Cynthia:
And what is it… What kind of plague?
{James smirks again as he holds his wife tightly.}
James:
Some of these people are struck with what’s known as GuidoItis. They want to walk around with their blowouts and act like they are cool. Some like to carry themselves as meatheads but others… Others want to pretend as if they are black. They drive around in their rich cars, they sport their uptowns, and they blast the music of the rap and hip hop kind. Their women seem to be just like them, they love their fake nails…
{Cindy gets even more nervous as James continues to speak.}
James:
Not like ordinary fake nails but the kind that curls and folds over, not to mention they may walk around with a dark skin tone but don’t be befuddled that is only their orange painted fake tan. Everything about these people isn’t real. They roll in packs Cindy, and they might try to make you into one of their own. I could see it now they will glance at you and immediately demand you darken your hair so you could be one of them…
Cindy:
I don’t want to become one of them…Maybe we should turn around.
{James chuckles again as he holds her by the hand going towards the door.}
James:
Don’t worry I doubt we may see one… It’s baseball playoff time which means they are all flocking to the Bronx to watch their Yankees… And besides we should be alright. My cousin Todd well… Let’s just say he’s a “special” case he’s not like them at all… Let’s just go…
{James and Cindy make their way to the door of the two story home, and they begin to knock on the door. Moments later we are able to see a black chunky man opening the door. Todd smirks as he gives James a pound but then stares at Cynthia and can’t help but have a huge cheese smile on his lips.}
Black Toddy:
Wow… wow….My cousin James LOOKIN LIKE HE CAN DO SOMETHING….
Cynthia:
My God… He really is black….I…I don’t know what to say… How is that even possible… I….You….Black Cousin….
{James smirks as he looks at his wife then over at his cousin. He can’t help but chuckle.}
James:
Cindy dear this is my black cousin Todd… Well the family calls him “Black Toddy” and for some reason whenever we see him we just start singing WHOA BLACK TODDY BAM A LAM….TODDY HAD A CHILD BAM LAM…. THING GONE WILD….
Cynthia:
Timeout… How could Black Toddy have a child, I thought you told me this was the cousin who had problems with his masturbation and furthermore, HOW IS HE BLACK?!?!
{James smirks as he looks at Todd before glancing back at his wife.}
James:
Listen that’s part of the disease Cindy… Don’t be fooled by his outward appearance… If you look at it from a medical standpoint think of a reverse Michael Jackson or an Oreo cookie… He may appear to be black on the outside but on the inside he’s white. He listens to Taylor Swift, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Justin Bieber… He is far from a black guy…
{Todd smirks as he glances back at Cindy.}
Black Toddy:
I don’t have problems with masturbating isn’t that what a vacuum is for, to stick my…
Cindy:
Oh my… You poor poor thing… This was worse than I thought…
{James begins to crack up and Todd just shrugs his shoulders as if he was clueless. Cindy meanwhile walks into the home, as she knew she had a lot of work to do. James cousin was a special case and needed treatment like pronto. Anyway it’s on this image that we fade out on.}
So finally I find myself booked on an NCW show again. The last time I was on a show I honestly can’t remember, I believe it is when Shelly and Alex Jones defeated the likes of my wife and I but that was many months ago and there’s no need to focus on that because the only thing that matters is what happens in the present. The past exist to simply serve as a reminder of what we use to do and how we could build ourselves to being even better. This week I make my long awaited reappearance and I do so against a man who wants to try his craft in the ring after a 3 year hiatus.
To be honest I am not even going to bother doing the research and seeing your tapes because it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to me is the skills that I possess and how I will use those set skills to help propel myself into this company. My past was shaped by being a medical doctor. A man who served to help people, who did his best to preserve the human life through the art of good medicine, and surgery but now that ideal has been taken away from me because I no longer even care about the filth of this damn race of ours. The only thing that is running through my head is how I can find ways to make them pay.
I only dream of making them suffer and who would of thought one simple misdiagnosis would cause me to go off to the deep end, but am I really branching that far off the trail of what I got a medical degree in or am I still walking in the same course that I once did. You see it is my job to help others and right now you seem like you need a lot more help than others. What is your reason for making a comeback to NCW? What are you going to do differently that you didn’t do the first time around?
From a medical standpoint do you know the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result?
The fact is nothing. You won’t be fighting through the ranks of the roster you won’t be ascending through anything for that matter. The only thing you will receive in return is me defeating you in the likes of that ring and the fact that I am a doctor means I know exactly how to wear you down. I know precisely what parts of the body keeps you going, and I know what it will take to put you down on the mat.
When you glance at me you may see a small guy with a hot wife but don’t be deceived by the looks. I may have been a doctor in the past but now I am a suplex machine. I will wear you down, and I will make sure every single bit of it is painful. Just when you thought you had enough I will be there to give you an overdose of more.
There isn’t any amount of painkillers that can ease the pain of what I am going to put you through. I live to help people, and that’s by through their own admittance. Doesn’t the saying state that admitting that there’s a problem is the first step to solving that problem?
OH I can see there’s a problem with you Jake but can you see it?
If not that’s on you and it won’t be my fault if you receive a lethal injection for your stupidity.
I hope you are ready because this week Dr. Warren is going to issue you a prescription of pain… And don’t worry it’s good for a refill just in case me beating you once isn’t enough. You could always come back for more…
See you in the ring chump…