Post by Tamika Strader on May 1, 2023 4:57:23 GMT -5
insert co~Opening on a shot of the POV of a held hand shaky camera. We see two young men in their early 20s excitedly looking into the camera.!
It’s Barry!
And Garry! And we’re on location in Key West Florida at Joe’s Motels. We’re at the pool to find some candid shots of beautiful ladies modeling their undies.
That’s right Garry! And don’t worry… we always get their consent first.
Even if it’s after we get them high or drunk!
Shut up, Garry! Look… there’s a bonafide hottie over there…
~They rush a woman wearing a sundress and sunglasses~
Hey baby. Wanna make 100 dollars by showing us what you have on under that dress?
Eww, go away you perverts…
~She storms off.~
This is never going to work, Barry. Let’s just get jobs instead of trying to make it famous on the internet…
Psst…
~The camera spins around to see Vicky Stone on a lawn chair looking up at the two young men.~
Hey…?
A hundred dollars, huh? For some shots of me in my underwear? I’d be interested. If…
If what…??
Do you have gas?
~The two men look at each other confused.~
CUT TO
~A close up Vicky Stone dumping gasoline on a dish wash cloth. It zooms out to where its a full shot of a high Vicky looking into the camera.~
So… what you got on under that outfit, Vicky?
In a second. God. Sorry. When I get high I get aggressive sometimes. Not a big deal. I recently lost an Outsiders match due to interference of a turnip…
Turnip?
Yep, a turnip. And I’m pretty bummed about it all to be honest. But sometimes life hands you lemons… you see I am a wrestler. Once a famous one. But been kind of slacking on it the past few years. But… there’s always a second chance to redeem yourself.
~She takes a huge huff of the gas soaked rag as the men look on with surprised yet interested looks on their faces.~
Name’s Vicky Stone. I’ve been shit kicking around OCW for more years than there are CHINS in a chinese phone book. Or homosexuals at a Rocky Horror Picture Show midnight movie special. And look. I don’t mean no disrespect to the Chinese or any other Asian people… and I certainly don’t mean any disrespect to the… um… homos.
~Vicky huffs her gas rag.~
Look I’d usually jump from wrestling organizations to wrestling organizations not long enough for someone to order a restraining order against me. But I knew the moment I laid my sticky fingers on this OCW place… I wasn’t leaving. And I’m not. You hear that Lord Allton, Fanny, Mike Zybala and whatever Strader is running things right now. And if Allton and Mikey Z open their Goddamn mouths about me, i’ll knock their head off and i’ll Goddamn do it too! See how it works? I am the great American wrestling success story. One minute you’re peeing in your car in an old Burger King cup and the next minute you’re peeing in that same cup in your car but you have your own OCW TV program. OCW Boom is what it’s called! Check your local listings. Yeah, it kind of bombed… don’t laugh at that wording either Allton and Mikey Z. Assholes. But it happened. Because I make things happen. So then I had a little run in Outsiders. More of a wrong exit or detour on my way back to the top of the wrestling world. Doing Outsiders reminded me of my potential in this business. My potential in OCW.
~Vicky takes another huff of her gasoline filled rag~
Which brings me to the OCW Wheel of Misfortune. In this Paradigm Championship gauntlet match. An opportunity to get a shot at one of OCW’s prestige titles. I don’t care who is in this match. Or whoever the champion will be. Whether it’s Moonlight Rose or Brooke Blakey. This is my chance to get to the top again. And no one in this match will stop me. It could be someone like Axis. Donnie Harris. The two old love birds Easton Alexander and Alexandra Calaway. Or anyone else on this OCW roster or outside it. It’s all about Vicky Stone at Wheel of Misfortune. I am sick of this indie yard meat games in Outsiders bullshit. My time to rise to the top of the butter. Not margarine Vicky Stone everyone has gotten used too. No. The old Vicky Stone. That delicious tasting tub of butter Vicky Stone. The best kind of Vicky Stone.
~Another huff~
No one in this match can be prepared for me. They got me to deal with it. The point is. That’s the way it is. I am not going to lose quickly in this match. I am not a simple push over. I am not gonna vaporize into the fart cloud. No one in this match is gonna put my skin and bones in a septic tank so they have to identify me by my dental records. No way! If anything it will be the other way around. These assholes in the match won’t cut me open like a trout and gut me. DO YOU SEE A HOOK IN MY MOUTH!?!? DO YA!?! Huh? HUH!?! MOTHER FUCKERS?!?!?
~The cameraman nervously shakes the head “NO” with the other young man as Vicky goes to stand up. She staggers to the hotel mini fridge. She opens up a bottle of MGD beer and sits back on the bed.~
Let me tell you something else about OCW. Welsh… Strader… ugh… Mikey Z. It doesn’t matter. It’s all about me! And when I get this Paradigm title match I’ll show the whole world. Hell, wanna hear something funny? A lot of wrestlers are likely thinking ‘Vicky Stone shouldn’t be in this match because she doesn’t really work anywhere or have a residence.’ Yeah, I am living in motels right now because this whole Outsiders-Fanny-Wizard mix up kind of derailed my life at the moment. It happens. But just because a lady doesn’t have a place to piss and huff gas… doesn’t mean she won’t. Get it? I bet even some of them are getting their tits and balls in a bunch because I don’t have an official US government license either. Or any identification at all to prove who I am. I mean… I KNOW WHO I AM! I don’t need ‘fingerprints’ to prove it.
~Vicky looks at her finger tips.~
I burnt them up. It was a… a hot iron accident…? Yeah? Some also may say I shouldn’t be in this match because of my OCW Staff position. Again, OCW BOOM is pretty much dead in the water and its dead corpse is washed up on the bank where a bunch of kids and Crispin Glover will find it. Google it, kids. Good flick. So I think my staff position shouldn’t matter. And I resent the likely implication that I fucked my way to the job or murdered some people to get it. WHich is INDEED what they are implying… which would make sense… I mean how else did I get that job?
~Vicky chugs the beer. She then laughs belching after finishing off the brew. Tossing it NEAR the trash can.~
I AM. OCW! That’s all these turkey’s need to know. And as a staff member in OCW I can help push rules and stipulations and ideas that benefit EVERYBODY on the roster and community… starting with me. And by getting the OCW Paradigm shot is the perfect way to start. It’s what I like to call the ‘falling down effect’. I guess this can be best described if you think of everyone in OCW as the human body. Now… ‘the HEAD’ which would be ME! Me, the head, is kind of like the leader of the pact. Leader of OCW. Leader of the roster. I’m a general. They look to me for advice. Or they should. And sometimes, not always, I give them good advice.
~She takes a HARD LONG huff of the gas soaked rag.~
So… we established I am the head. The roster of OCW being the rest of the body. So when I feed myself, or, the HEAD. Some of the food, the support and advice I give, some of the crumbs are going to FALL DOWN from my chin and gather on my boobs. The rest of the roster get to feed off the tasty morsels that are crusting on my cleavage. If I don’t feed myself, or, get special treatment and a push from the head OCW office. If I don't put food in my mouth how is the roster going to eat the crumbs? What kind of respectful OCW ring general would I be if I kept these new noobs and legends from the crumbs from their mouths?
~Vicky has a coughing fit.~
I’m ok… i’m ok. Gas fumes went down the wrong hole. What I am saying is… even in a small roster the HEAD, me, needs to stay strong to keep the body, the OCW roster, to survive. And OCW deserves me, VIcky Stone, to be their head. And me being the Paradigm champion is the perfect way to start. And I am willing to fight for it. I am willing to go through this gauntlet match and prove my worth. I am going to Burbank in L.A. and going to make sure I leave that Wheel of Misfortune show AS the number one contender for Moonlight or Brooke in the future. You can flip a coin who it will be the champion after the event. But when it comes to me… flip as many coins as you want. Because it’s a two sided HEAD coin. Making me the head, the soon to be Paradigm champion.
~Vicky takes another huff.~
I need to lay down for a minute. Can we finish this interview under the covers…? Cool. I may throw up on one of you but that can happen during a gas sniffing-sex roller coaster of a night. So excuse me for a minute…
~Vicky goes to stand up but falls on her back directly on the bed. The cameraman looks at the stunned and speechless interviewer.~
Um… finally! But that was the weirdest interview ever. Damn… Now! Let’s take off her clothes… keep recording.
This is gonna be sick…
~They approach the passed out body of Vicky Stone as a puddle begins to grow underneath her.~
Dammit… She's pissing herself, man! What the hell! Let’s go… this is too messed up…
I’m still into it…
Dude… gross. Let’s go. We’ll have to find another girl to get underwear shots of.
Fiiiine…
~They rush out of the motel leaving Vicky’s body laying in her soiled sheets.
Vicky Stone. Your future Paradigm Champion.~
It’s Barry!
And Garry! And we’re on location in Key West Florida at Joe’s Motels. We’re at the pool to find some candid shots of beautiful ladies modeling their undies.
That’s right Garry! And don’t worry… we always get their consent first.
Even if it’s after we get them high or drunk!
Shut up, Garry! Look… there’s a bonafide hottie over there…
~They rush a woman wearing a sundress and sunglasses~
Hey baby. Wanna make 100 dollars by showing us what you have on under that dress?
Eww, go away you perverts…
~She storms off.~
This is never going to work, Barry. Let’s just get jobs instead of trying to make it famous on the internet…
Psst…
~The camera spins around to see Vicky Stone on a lawn chair looking up at the two young men.~
Hey…?
A hundred dollars, huh? For some shots of me in my underwear? I’d be interested. If…
If what…??
Do you have gas?
~The two men look at each other confused.~
CUT TO
~A close up Vicky Stone dumping gasoline on a dish wash cloth. It zooms out to where its a full shot of a high Vicky looking into the camera.~
So… what you got on under that outfit, Vicky?
In a second. God. Sorry. When I get high I get aggressive sometimes. Not a big deal. I recently lost an Outsiders match due to interference of a turnip…
Turnip?
Yep, a turnip. And I’m pretty bummed about it all to be honest. But sometimes life hands you lemons… you see I am a wrestler. Once a famous one. But been kind of slacking on it the past few years. But… there’s always a second chance to redeem yourself.
~She takes a huge huff of the gas soaked rag as the men look on with surprised yet interested looks on their faces.~
Name’s Vicky Stone. I’ve been shit kicking around OCW for more years than there are CHINS in a chinese phone book. Or homosexuals at a Rocky Horror Picture Show midnight movie special. And look. I don’t mean no disrespect to the Chinese or any other Asian people… and I certainly don’t mean any disrespect to the… um… homos.
~Vicky huffs her gas rag.~
Look I’d usually jump from wrestling organizations to wrestling organizations not long enough for someone to order a restraining order against me. But I knew the moment I laid my sticky fingers on this OCW place… I wasn’t leaving. And I’m not. You hear that Lord Allton, Fanny, Mike Zybala and whatever Strader is running things right now. And if Allton and Mikey Z open their Goddamn mouths about me, i’ll knock their head off and i’ll Goddamn do it too! See how it works? I am the great American wrestling success story. One minute you’re peeing in your car in an old Burger King cup and the next minute you’re peeing in that same cup in your car but you have your own OCW TV program. OCW Boom is what it’s called! Check your local listings. Yeah, it kind of bombed… don’t laugh at that wording either Allton and Mikey Z. Assholes. But it happened. Because I make things happen. So then I had a little run in Outsiders. More of a wrong exit or detour on my way back to the top of the wrestling world. Doing Outsiders reminded me of my potential in this business. My potential in OCW.
~Vicky takes another huff of her gasoline filled rag~
Which brings me to the OCW Wheel of Misfortune. In this Paradigm Championship gauntlet match. An opportunity to get a shot at one of OCW’s prestige titles. I don’t care who is in this match. Or whoever the champion will be. Whether it’s Moonlight Rose or Brooke Blakey. This is my chance to get to the top again. And no one in this match will stop me. It could be someone like Axis. Donnie Harris. The two old love birds Easton Alexander and Alexandra Calaway. Or anyone else on this OCW roster or outside it. It’s all about Vicky Stone at Wheel of Misfortune. I am sick of this indie yard meat games in Outsiders bullshit. My time to rise to the top of the butter. Not margarine Vicky Stone everyone has gotten used too. No. The old Vicky Stone. That delicious tasting tub of butter Vicky Stone. The best kind of Vicky Stone.
~Another huff~
No one in this match can be prepared for me. They got me to deal with it. The point is. That’s the way it is. I am not going to lose quickly in this match. I am not a simple push over. I am not gonna vaporize into the fart cloud. No one in this match is gonna put my skin and bones in a septic tank so they have to identify me by my dental records. No way! If anything it will be the other way around. These assholes in the match won’t cut me open like a trout and gut me. DO YOU SEE A HOOK IN MY MOUTH!?!? DO YA!?! Huh? HUH!?! MOTHER FUCKERS?!?!?
~The cameraman nervously shakes the head “NO” with the other young man as Vicky goes to stand up. She staggers to the hotel mini fridge. She opens up a bottle of MGD beer and sits back on the bed.~
Let me tell you something else about OCW. Welsh… Strader… ugh… Mikey Z. It doesn’t matter. It’s all about me! And when I get this Paradigm title match I’ll show the whole world. Hell, wanna hear something funny? A lot of wrestlers are likely thinking ‘Vicky Stone shouldn’t be in this match because she doesn’t really work anywhere or have a residence.’ Yeah, I am living in motels right now because this whole Outsiders-Fanny-Wizard mix up kind of derailed my life at the moment. It happens. But just because a lady doesn’t have a place to piss and huff gas… doesn’t mean she won’t. Get it? I bet even some of them are getting their tits and balls in a bunch because I don’t have an official US government license either. Or any identification at all to prove who I am. I mean… I KNOW WHO I AM! I don’t need ‘fingerprints’ to prove it.
~Vicky looks at her finger tips.~
I burnt them up. It was a… a hot iron accident…? Yeah? Some also may say I shouldn’t be in this match because of my OCW Staff position. Again, OCW BOOM is pretty much dead in the water and its dead corpse is washed up on the bank where a bunch of kids and Crispin Glover will find it. Google it, kids. Good flick. So I think my staff position shouldn’t matter. And I resent the likely implication that I fucked my way to the job or murdered some people to get it. WHich is INDEED what they are implying… which would make sense… I mean how else did I get that job?
~Vicky chugs the beer. She then laughs belching after finishing off the brew. Tossing it NEAR the trash can.~
I AM. OCW! That’s all these turkey’s need to know. And as a staff member in OCW I can help push rules and stipulations and ideas that benefit EVERYBODY on the roster and community… starting with me. And by getting the OCW Paradigm shot is the perfect way to start. It’s what I like to call the ‘falling down effect’. I guess this can be best described if you think of everyone in OCW as the human body. Now… ‘the HEAD’ which would be ME! Me, the head, is kind of like the leader of the pact. Leader of OCW. Leader of the roster. I’m a general. They look to me for advice. Or they should. And sometimes, not always, I give them good advice.
~She takes a HARD LONG huff of the gas soaked rag.~
So… we established I am the head. The roster of OCW being the rest of the body. So when I feed myself, or, the HEAD. Some of the food, the support and advice I give, some of the crumbs are going to FALL DOWN from my chin and gather on my boobs. The rest of the roster get to feed off the tasty morsels that are crusting on my cleavage. If I don’t feed myself, or, get special treatment and a push from the head OCW office. If I don't put food in my mouth how is the roster going to eat the crumbs? What kind of respectful OCW ring general would I be if I kept these new noobs and legends from the crumbs from their mouths?
~Vicky has a coughing fit.~
I’m ok… i’m ok. Gas fumes went down the wrong hole. What I am saying is… even in a small roster the HEAD, me, needs to stay strong to keep the body, the OCW roster, to survive. And OCW deserves me, VIcky Stone, to be their head. And me being the Paradigm champion is the perfect way to start. And I am willing to fight for it. I am willing to go through this gauntlet match and prove my worth. I am going to Burbank in L.A. and going to make sure I leave that Wheel of Misfortune show AS the number one contender for Moonlight or Brooke in the future. You can flip a coin who it will be the champion after the event. But when it comes to me… flip as many coins as you want. Because it’s a two sided HEAD coin. Making me the head, the soon to be Paradigm champion.
~Vicky takes another huff.~
I need to lay down for a minute. Can we finish this interview under the covers…? Cool. I may throw up on one of you but that can happen during a gas sniffing-sex roller coaster of a night. So excuse me for a minute…
~Vicky goes to stand up but falls on her back directly on the bed. The cameraman looks at the stunned and speechless interviewer.~
Um… finally! But that was the weirdest interview ever. Damn… Now! Let’s take off her clothes… keep recording.
This is gonna be sick…
~They approach the passed out body of Vicky Stone as a puddle begins to grow underneath her.~
Dammit… She's pissing herself, man! What the hell! Let’s go… this is too messed up…
I’m still into it…
Dude… gross. Let’s go. We’ll have to find another girl to get underwear shots of.
Fiiiine…
~They rush out of the motel leaving Vicky’s body laying in her soiled sheets.
Vicky Stone. Your future Paradigm Champion.~
