Post by The Lockwood Party on Feb 16, 2015 14:28:57 GMT -5
Outside OCW HQ The Lockwood associates are now 30 deep. The windows have been smashed out of the building. Across the front entrance "Lockwood Party" has been tagged. Fires still rage in metal barrels as the punks continue to take over the building in protest.
In the building, 20 more run amuck. The computer at the front desk has been smashed, the phones have been torn from the wall. Glass is everywhere and a couch has been slashed. On the floor and walls is about every bodily fluid imaginable. Lockwood Party has been written in blood. One punk shoots up drugs while sitting on an overturned filing cabinet.
Inside Dean's office, Tom sits at his Desk while Jack smokes a cigarette beside him. They are sorrounded by about 12 more friends who continue to drink beer and smoke, A thick cloud hangs in the air as Tom speaks.
"Not booked? You want us to come to Brazil and make a statement? You don't seem to realize Dean, thats what we are doing right now! If we come to Brazil, We're wrestling in the match and you won't stop us, Awe.Some won't stop us, Your precious ItsuPuma, Won't stop us. It is in your best interest to just sign us and put us in the match, As I've said, You don't have a goddamn choice. There is no match without The LP. The more you hold out, The more damage we will do to this building, as of right now, OCW HQ is nothing more than a flop house for my friends and I, We kind of like it here Dean, Give us what we want Dean, and we will vacate.. Until then we shall just call this home.."
Tom and Jack laugh as the window is smashed out of Dean's office door. The camera catches a glimpse of what appears to be semen on a photo of Dean's wife.. We fade out...
To Be Continued...i
In the building, 20 more run amuck. The computer at the front desk has been smashed, the phones have been torn from the wall. Glass is everywhere and a couch has been slashed. On the floor and walls is about every bodily fluid imaginable. Lockwood Party has been written in blood. One punk shoots up drugs while sitting on an overturned filing cabinet.
Inside Dean's office, Tom sits at his Desk while Jack smokes a cigarette beside him. They are sorrounded by about 12 more friends who continue to drink beer and smoke, A thick cloud hangs in the air as Tom speaks.
"Not booked? You want us to come to Brazil and make a statement? You don't seem to realize Dean, thats what we are doing right now! If we come to Brazil, We're wrestling in the match and you won't stop us, Awe.Some won't stop us, Your precious ItsuPuma, Won't stop us. It is in your best interest to just sign us and put us in the match, As I've said, You don't have a goddamn choice. There is no match without The LP. The more you hold out, The more damage we will do to this building, as of right now, OCW HQ is nothing more than a flop house for my friends and I, We kind of like it here Dean, Give us what we want Dean, and we will vacate.. Until then we shall just call this home.."
Tom and Jack laugh as the window is smashed out of Dean's office door. The camera catches a glimpse of what appears to be semen on a photo of Dean's wife.. We fade out...
To Be Continued...i