Post by Brooke Hernandez on Mar 12, 2023 10:31:18 GMT -5
The smell of Aquanet and Marlboros filled the cold New York air. The line outside CBGBs was long but one man, clad in a leather jacket and straight leg jeans with holes in the knees, began pushing his way through the crowd and to the front. He gets to the bouncer, a rather large man with tattoos and a bald head very reminiscent of Bam Bam Bigelow. The bouncer takes his Ray Bans off as he speaks in a soft but stern voice.
"Yo man. Line is back there."
The leather clad man speaks in a voice that can only be described as Andrew Dice Clay with the inflection of Eddie Murphy.
"Nah. See. Here is da deal. Dey call me da Goon. I am a friend of the band. Da headliners all know da Goon. I am kinda a big deal around dis area."
The bouncer laughs as he looks down at the "Goon" as he so nicely called himself. The bouncer towers over him by about a foot. The bouncer shakes his head as he speaks again.
"Here is the thing Mr.. erm… Goon is it? I have been doing security since the days of peace, love, and happiness. I have seen my share of lies in the peace and love days but this takes the cake. I am sure the Ramones are glad to take your money but you are not going to jump line in front of all of these nice paying customers just so you can go in here and drink Harvey Wallbangers all night. Back of the line."
The "Goon" tries to swell up on the bouncer as the bouncer lifts him up, closing the door. He walks to the back of the line and sets the "Goon" down. "Goon" is still yelling as the bouncer walks back to the door.
"Yeah, you better keep walking. You ain't shit. Da Goon will be back up there in no time."
The "Goon" tries to walk back up to the front of the line but is beaten down by some very angry Ramones fan.
We cut to the present day where we see Brooke Blakely in a stunning red lace dress. She is chilling in her limo sipping on some wine. She smirks as she speaks into the camera.
"Today's anthology of stories is focused on the Goon. He is a loser from the 80s who just isn't quite as cool as he thinks he is. You see Goon 83, this Goon is from 1983. He is a hot headed individual who can teach us all a lesson.
Chris, my question is this. What is your purpose? According to your biography that OCW had printed on it's website you are simply a fill in while Ball Ball figures out who drugged him. You are not even a major players, you are a throw away member of the supporting cast. You are nothing in the landscape of OCW. I am an up and coming star. When it comes to memorable moments. You will have zero when you are gone and I will be a hall of famer by comparison. I may not be Harmon Egan level yet but at least I am not Chris Grayson level either. I am so far above you all you can see is my little white ass. Good luck climbing the ladder. You come close to me and I will shove my stiletto in your eye! Let's catch back up with Da Goon shall we?"
We cut back to 1983. We are inside a club that is pumping new wave music. Depeche Mode plays over the speakers as Da Goon walks around with his new wave look. This man, seemingly, would do anything to fit in. He walks up to a rather busty blonde woman and begins to speak in his Dice accent.
"Ayo. Dey call me da Goon. I am kinda a big deal around here. Ya see, New York is my home and I am a rather great representation of the New York state of mind. I am here to completely rock your world. Lemme buy ya a drink."
The woman giggles lightly and nods.
"Umm. Ok!"
The Goon walks off and heads to the bar. He flags the bartender down. The bartender looks the Goon up and down.
"Another Harvey Wallbanger, Mr. Moynahan?"
The Goon, now revealed to be Mike Moynahan, shakes his head side to side. He looks around nervously. He speaks in a less thick New York accent.
"Bro. I told ya to call me the Goon. No need to use my real name. Give me two Harvey Wallbangers."
The bartender laughs loudly as he mixes the drinks. He hands them to the "Goon" as he speaks.
"For the record Mr Moynahan, I will never call you the Goon and if you ever want to amount to anything, maybe you should rethink your name choice."
The Goon scoffs and walks off heading back towards the woman. He hands her the drink as she sips it and gets a disgusted look on her face. She throws the drink in The Goon's face. The drink drips down his now smug mug. He looks at her, his face red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"You fucking bitch! I was trying to just be nice to you and this is what I get? Good luck getting a man…"
She cuts him off visibly enjoying the turn of events.
"My boyfriend is behind you."
The Goon turns around to see the bouncer from CBGBs. He laughs as he speaks to the big man.
"This fuckin' guy again? He didn't learn from the last time I kicked his ass I guess.
The bigger man cracks his knuckles as he begins hitting The Goon with rights and lefts battering him as the crowd cheers. The bartender looks the other way as we cut back to the present.
We see Brooke, now standing in front of a full length mirror in her hotel room. She shakes her head side to side.
"Oh Goon. Will you ever learn? The thing is this Chris. You should find yourself lucky to even be in my presence like Da Goon should have just been happy to be in the pretty blonde's vicinity. You, and the rest of the world, can learn a thing or two from Da Goon. You see he puts on a fake facade to fit in. Look at you and then look at Ball Ball. He looks like he belongs in NWA while you look like you belong in Menudo. I think Gerardo, Mr Rico Suave himself, has more street cred than you do."
Brooke smirks as she grabs her phone with the camera still going. She walks down to the hotel lobby. She sees a lot of OCW shirts as she approaches someone wearing an OCW shirt. She smiles as she speaks to the woman.
"Excuse me. Brooke Blakely, OCW news. Have you ever heard of a wrestler named Goon 83?"
The woman shakes her head side to side.
"Can't say I have. Is he good?"
Brooke shakes her head as she laughs a bit as she walks away from the woman.
"You just proved my point.
Chris, see, even the OCW faithful have never heard of you. You have given them nothing memorable, nothing to talk about. You have carved your own path to obscurity. You have done nothing to elevate Ball Ball. Want to know what I think? I think you are the one who drugged Ball Ball. You wanted to get in the ring and you knew you needed Ball Ball out of the way. He is huge and you, literally, were in his shadow. You needed him out of the way so you had him drugged. Mystery solved. Just call me Brooke Dinkley because I just cracked this mystery wide the fuck open. Let's catch up with Da Goon one more time."
We see Da Goon smiling as he combs his hair. He smirks as he finishes up.
"Ay my guy. Looking fresh."
Da Goon, now wearing an LL Cool J inspired track suit walks out the door and down to the corner store. He sees some B Boys break dancing. He pushes in to get some moves in. He busts the laziest robot you have ever seen. The B Boys boo him a bit. He stops dancing and looks at them. He speaks, again breaking out his Dice voice.
"Ay. What do ya know about anything. Youse guys are dancing on a corner tryin' ta get at da ladies. Da Goon is cool without needing to try and dance. Da Goon shows up and the ladies cream their jeans. Ya see when ya are so smooth like Da Goon, da ladies just flock to ya. I don't need ya silly dance moves. All I need is charm. Watch dis."
The Goon walks up to a woman who resembles Rosie Perez. He smiles as he leans against the corner of the building she is standing near. The woman is dressed in a minidress and thigh high boots.
"Ayy lady. You're looking very bodacious this evenin'. Wanna get with a real cool Goon?"
The woman whispers into the Goon's ear.
"I'll help ya out but just know I charge one hundred bucks per hour. Let's see how much of a Goon you really are."
She winks at him as the Goon slips her a wad of money. She places the money in her bra as she walks with him. The B Boys laugh knowing what just went down as we cut back to the present.
Brook Blakely is seen hanging a picture of Synn up on her travel mirror. She looks at it as she realizes the camera is on her.
"So, Chris, as you can plainly see you and the 1983 Goon have a lot in common. Your kind never evolved past cat calling and drinking Harvey Wallbangers. You are going to lose to me and maybe, just maybe, Ball Ball will finally let you go the Goon way. By murdering you in cold blood."
Brooke looks at the picture of Synn again. She smiles as she speaks.
"Synn, I hope you can hear me. You taught me to take care of myself when I let Jenny Myst push me around last week. I won't allow Chris to do the same. I am my own woman and I prove that this week when I get back in the win column. Last week, Ice got the best of me but this week is different. This week I tackle the Goon and teach Ball Ball a lesson when he sees his Goons are not enough to make the cut. They will fail this test and I will be victorious. Synn, watch as I make you proud my friend."
Brooke laughs as the scene faded. Brooke seems to be listening to those who came before her. She seems to have taken a liking to Synn and the fear she speaks of. She wants to teach lessons to the OCW roster and it begins with Chris Grayson better known as Goon 83 to the few people who actually have heard of him. Massacre was going to be Brooke's coming of age in wrestling party and all were invited to see the proverbial massacre of Chris Grayson. Whether it was 1983 or 2023, it seems Goon's never prosper in the eyes of the world. They are forever seen as the lowest of the low.
"Yo man. Line is back there."
The leather clad man speaks in a voice that can only be described as Andrew Dice Clay with the inflection of Eddie Murphy.
"Nah. See. Here is da deal. Dey call me da Goon. I am a friend of the band. Da headliners all know da Goon. I am kinda a big deal around dis area."
The bouncer laughs as he looks down at the "Goon" as he so nicely called himself. The bouncer towers over him by about a foot. The bouncer shakes his head as he speaks again.
"Here is the thing Mr.. erm… Goon is it? I have been doing security since the days of peace, love, and happiness. I have seen my share of lies in the peace and love days but this takes the cake. I am sure the Ramones are glad to take your money but you are not going to jump line in front of all of these nice paying customers just so you can go in here and drink Harvey Wallbangers all night. Back of the line."
The "Goon" tries to swell up on the bouncer as the bouncer lifts him up, closing the door. He walks to the back of the line and sets the "Goon" down. "Goon" is still yelling as the bouncer walks back to the door.
"Yeah, you better keep walking. You ain't shit. Da Goon will be back up there in no time."
The "Goon" tries to walk back up to the front of the line but is beaten down by some very angry Ramones fan.
We cut to the present day where we see Brooke Blakely in a stunning red lace dress. She is chilling in her limo sipping on some wine. She smirks as she speaks into the camera.
"Today's anthology of stories is focused on the Goon. He is a loser from the 80s who just isn't quite as cool as he thinks he is. You see Goon 83, this Goon is from 1983. He is a hot headed individual who can teach us all a lesson.
Chris, my question is this. What is your purpose? According to your biography that OCW had printed on it's website you are simply a fill in while Ball Ball figures out who drugged him. You are not even a major players, you are a throw away member of the supporting cast. You are nothing in the landscape of OCW. I am an up and coming star. When it comes to memorable moments. You will have zero when you are gone and I will be a hall of famer by comparison. I may not be Harmon Egan level yet but at least I am not Chris Grayson level either. I am so far above you all you can see is my little white ass. Good luck climbing the ladder. You come close to me and I will shove my stiletto in your eye! Let's catch back up with Da Goon shall we?"
We cut back to 1983. We are inside a club that is pumping new wave music. Depeche Mode plays over the speakers as Da Goon walks around with his new wave look. This man, seemingly, would do anything to fit in. He walks up to a rather busty blonde woman and begins to speak in his Dice accent.
"Ayo. Dey call me da Goon. I am kinda a big deal around here. Ya see, New York is my home and I am a rather great representation of the New York state of mind. I am here to completely rock your world. Lemme buy ya a drink."
The woman giggles lightly and nods.
"Umm. Ok!"
The Goon walks off and heads to the bar. He flags the bartender down. The bartender looks the Goon up and down.
"Another Harvey Wallbanger, Mr. Moynahan?"
The Goon, now revealed to be Mike Moynahan, shakes his head side to side. He looks around nervously. He speaks in a less thick New York accent.
"Bro. I told ya to call me the Goon. No need to use my real name. Give me two Harvey Wallbangers."
The bartender laughs loudly as he mixes the drinks. He hands them to the "Goon" as he speaks.
"For the record Mr Moynahan, I will never call you the Goon and if you ever want to amount to anything, maybe you should rethink your name choice."
The Goon scoffs and walks off heading back towards the woman. He hands her the drink as she sips it and gets a disgusted look on her face. She throws the drink in The Goon's face. The drink drips down his now smug mug. He looks at her, his face red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"You fucking bitch! I was trying to just be nice to you and this is what I get? Good luck getting a man…"
She cuts him off visibly enjoying the turn of events.
"My boyfriend is behind you."
The Goon turns around to see the bouncer from CBGBs. He laughs as he speaks to the big man.
"This fuckin' guy again? He didn't learn from the last time I kicked his ass I guess.
The bigger man cracks his knuckles as he begins hitting The Goon with rights and lefts battering him as the crowd cheers. The bartender looks the other way as we cut back to the present.
We see Brooke, now standing in front of a full length mirror in her hotel room. She shakes her head side to side.
"Oh Goon. Will you ever learn? The thing is this Chris. You should find yourself lucky to even be in my presence like Da Goon should have just been happy to be in the pretty blonde's vicinity. You, and the rest of the world, can learn a thing or two from Da Goon. You see he puts on a fake facade to fit in. Look at you and then look at Ball Ball. He looks like he belongs in NWA while you look like you belong in Menudo. I think Gerardo, Mr Rico Suave himself, has more street cred than you do."
Brooke smirks as she grabs her phone with the camera still going. She walks down to the hotel lobby. She sees a lot of OCW shirts as she approaches someone wearing an OCW shirt. She smiles as she speaks to the woman.
"Excuse me. Brooke Blakely, OCW news. Have you ever heard of a wrestler named Goon 83?"
The woman shakes her head side to side.
"Can't say I have. Is he good?"
Brooke shakes her head as she laughs a bit as she walks away from the woman.
"You just proved my point.
Chris, see, even the OCW faithful have never heard of you. You have given them nothing memorable, nothing to talk about. You have carved your own path to obscurity. You have done nothing to elevate Ball Ball. Want to know what I think? I think you are the one who drugged Ball Ball. You wanted to get in the ring and you knew you needed Ball Ball out of the way. He is huge and you, literally, were in his shadow. You needed him out of the way so you had him drugged. Mystery solved. Just call me Brooke Dinkley because I just cracked this mystery wide the fuck open. Let's catch up with Da Goon one more time."
We see Da Goon smiling as he combs his hair. He smirks as he finishes up.
"Ay my guy. Looking fresh."
Da Goon, now wearing an LL Cool J inspired track suit walks out the door and down to the corner store. He sees some B Boys break dancing. He pushes in to get some moves in. He busts the laziest robot you have ever seen. The B Boys boo him a bit. He stops dancing and looks at them. He speaks, again breaking out his Dice voice.
"Ay. What do ya know about anything. Youse guys are dancing on a corner tryin' ta get at da ladies. Da Goon is cool without needing to try and dance. Da Goon shows up and the ladies cream their jeans. Ya see when ya are so smooth like Da Goon, da ladies just flock to ya. I don't need ya silly dance moves. All I need is charm. Watch dis."
The Goon walks up to a woman who resembles Rosie Perez. He smiles as he leans against the corner of the building she is standing near. The woman is dressed in a minidress and thigh high boots.
"Ayy lady. You're looking very bodacious this evenin'. Wanna get with a real cool Goon?"
The woman whispers into the Goon's ear.
"I'll help ya out but just know I charge one hundred bucks per hour. Let's see how much of a Goon you really are."
She winks at him as the Goon slips her a wad of money. She places the money in her bra as she walks with him. The B Boys laugh knowing what just went down as we cut back to the present.
Brook Blakely is seen hanging a picture of Synn up on her travel mirror. She looks at it as she realizes the camera is on her.
"So, Chris, as you can plainly see you and the 1983 Goon have a lot in common. Your kind never evolved past cat calling and drinking Harvey Wallbangers. You are going to lose to me and maybe, just maybe, Ball Ball will finally let you go the Goon way. By murdering you in cold blood."
Brooke looks at the picture of Synn again. She smiles as she speaks.
"Synn, I hope you can hear me. You taught me to take care of myself when I let Jenny Myst push me around last week. I won't allow Chris to do the same. I am my own woman and I prove that this week when I get back in the win column. Last week, Ice got the best of me but this week is different. This week I tackle the Goon and teach Ball Ball a lesson when he sees his Goons are not enough to make the cut. They will fail this test and I will be victorious. Synn, watch as I make you proud my friend."
Brooke laughs as the scene faded. Brooke seems to be listening to those who came before her. She seems to have taken a liking to Synn and the fear she speaks of. She wants to teach lessons to the OCW roster and it begins with Chris Grayson better known as Goon 83 to the few people who actually have heard of him. Massacre was going to be Brooke's coming of age in wrestling party and all were invited to see the proverbial massacre of Chris Grayson. Whether it was 1983 or 2023, it seems Goon's never prosper in the eyes of the world. They are forever seen as the lowest of the low.
