Post by TheDistinguished on Apr 21, 2022 4:34:41 GMT -5
The camera fades into loud drums and chanting. You see a close up shot of The Distinguished CJ O’Donnell and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. He looks like shit. Dirty face. Messy hair. Clothes are torn. Blood coming from his upper lip.
This isn’t what I signed up for Marcus. It is bad enough that we are stuck on this island. But who the fook hired the pilot who crashed the plane. Why haven’t any of us seen this man? Marcus I want answers. Not next week. Not tomorrow. Not in five minutes. I want them now.
CJ looks around and sees no one else is close to him except for his Queen … Alice Knight. She is sitting down on a rock looking at her nails as two native young boys who look like teenagers are standing guard.
Where is everyone else? Did TIO put you up to this?
No reaction or answer from the native.
Why am I tied up and Alice isn’t? How is that even FOOKING fair …
Alice waves to CJ with a huge smile on her face. CJ spits as a wad of blood out of his mouth as it hits the floor. As the camera pans out you see that his hands are tied above his head and he isn’t touching the floor. One of the native men pokes him with his spear.
Fook. You do realize that hurts right?
The native looks at CJ as he tilts his head from side to side. Again no response.
Fook these natives on this island. Let me get to the matter at hand. Technical Difficulties is right around the corner and I can not wait to get my hands on TIO. I would have imagined that for everything a person like The Incredible One has been through, he'd have a little bit more humility.
ODonnell shakes his head.
But I was _DEAD_ wrong. Every word out of your mouth is tainted by the stain of hubris. From your asinine assumptions to your back-handed compliments, youve made it abundantly clear that the _ONLY_ thing that matters to you is _YOURSELF_.
The Distinguished One shrugs as one of the natives is keeping a close eye on him. His spear in his hand.
Put that fooking spear down before I shove it up your arse.
The native looks as CJ not understanding the words coming out of his mouth but his tone is stern. From behind a female native hits CJ across the back with a whip.
What the FOOK was that for?
The female native hits him again and CJ winces in pain a bit.
I swear to God if you hit me one more fooking time with that whip I’m gonna wrap it around your little neck and hang you from something.
CJ tries to remain calm as he sees Alice about ten feet from him. Three natives are by her and she has a smile on her face. Not a care in the world almost as if she can communicate with these people.
Hakem … laukem … blaugh … hawkem … sawk…”
Alice coughs which startkes the natives a bit and they both jump back
Sorry I was clearing my throat. As they say in America, ‘What. Is. Happening. Dudes?’
CJ looks at Alice and wonders just how she can be so calm and why the hell isn’t she tied up.
Anyway back to TIO. And you’re a sad motherfucker for that Ian. You really are.
O'Donnell looks around and notices that only the female native is watching him now as the other male has made his way over to Alice. He continues.
Take a look at yourself. Look at everything that you believe you are; everything that you believe about this match; and everything that you believe about _ME_. And I’m not talking about a quick glance TIO.
I'm talking about a cold, hard, honest-to-God stare.
Because I don't think you know yourself as well as you think you do. You see, you being you, it's easy isn't it. In your mind, you are the pinnacle of everything wrestling. You are the know-it-all. The omniscient veteran who has done it all. You're Just Incredible. The funniest fuck alive. The greatest of all time. A living legend. No one can beat you and you always have the last word.
And me?
CJ sort of lets out a slight laugh.
I'm not shit compared to you. I'm nothing.
CJ glances past the camera trying to find an opening to escape from whatever the hell this is.
Well that's what you tell yourself at least. You see, you’ve chosen to sit on your throne of lies and look down at people like myself. And instead of embracing change and congratulating achievement, you criticize. You criticize because you're scared TIO. Scared that _YOU_ will be replaced as the definition of greatness. You criticize because you've realized that each and every time Ive spoken your name in my mouth I’ve ripped you a new fuckin asshole.
And what do you do?
Instead of acknowledging your trauma you attempt to downplay it. Taking shots at my intelligence. Making assumptions about how I choose to cut promos. And that's fine old friend.. Because I'm not going anywhere.
CJ stares into the camera as the pace of his words pick up along with the energy. He tries to remain calm as if he raises his voice he knows more punishment may be issued by these people.
You seem to think that you are untouchable. You seem to think that you're _THAT_ damn good that you are able to withstand critique. Well TIO, that simply ain’t the case. And I hate to break it to you, but the complexity of any metaphor aimed at your weakening existence is rather easy to pull off. It really is.
And it's the reason why I’ve done it week in and week out since I came back to OCW.
He leans into the camera and whispers slightly.
Because I see you TIO.
CJ pulls back as far as he can.
I see you for who you are. For what you've accomplished. For what you are capable of doing. And people who live your life are models for _ALL_ kinds of inspiration. And it's because I respect you Ian.
I really do.
It's the reason why I've chosen to step foot inside this ring with you. Not because I particularly enjoy world travel. Not because I have a hard-on for hardcore wrestling. It's because _YOU_ need to realize exactly what the fook _YOU_ are.
O’Donnell pauses.
You see, I know what I am. And I make very little bones about it. So when you call me arrogant, an asshole, a prick or whatever else I don't argue.
I smile.
Because that is me. _PART_ of who I am. And I have to embrace that. I am my flaws. But you can't simply paint CJ O’Donnell with _THAT_ brush of simplicity TIO. Yet you'd like to think you can. And your strategy is simple.
A pause followed by a smile.
You politick.
A loud drumming is heard. CJ sees that Alice has been set free and a smile comes across his face.
You play _EACH_ and _EVERY_ card you have, begging for people to see this match the way that _YOU_ want it to be seen. You attack my words _NOT_ because they are false but because _YOU_ didn't speak them. You attack my perspective _NOT_ because it's filled with lies but because _YOU_ haven't been able to do it
Alice begins to give hugs to the male natives as she approaches the female who is still watching CJ with a close eye. He doesn’t give it away that Alice is on her way to freedom.
You claim that I'm force fed.
That I'm essentially an uncreative fraud.
That I am not even in the same league as you.
Shit.
You doth protest _TOO_ damn much.
He shakes his head in disgust. Alice is slowly walking up behind the female not trying to make any noises to alert her.
And people need to see _THAT’S_ the game you play. Discredit the source, discredit the words. And your politicking continues. To anyone and everyone who will listen. But the fact to me has become abundantly simple this match:
The Incredible One needs to _BITCH_ and _MOAN_ to win.
But I'm not like you. I know that it's not quite _THAT_ easy. Never has been. Never will be.
You see, you like it both ways. And no, I'm not talking about the Porn you enjoy searching for. You see, you like to play the passive-aggressive victim. You want to play your age. Your career. Your accolades. You want to put those up against _MY_ words as if they were an easy target and somehow discredit the truth that my words bring against you.
Because you look for pity. You look for the sympathy vote. The for-old times sake vote. Not this time.
Because I have none for you. Not for assholes that make assumptions about what I choose to say when I say it. And I certainly have no pity for an individual that relies on bullshit humor that panders to one small contention of good ol boys in this business in which we both reside.
The Distinguished One’s eyes seemingly pierce through the lens.
You see, you can't mistake humor for substance TIO. And you certainly cannot exchange laughter for truth. And far too often, you make the mistake of doing both.
And when you ultimately realize that _YOU’RE_ not funny, what do you do? After talking about how your age and career made such an easy target, you _THEN_ attempt to use that to credit and reinforce the industry standard of who TIO is.
Another headshake of disgust. Knight is standing directly behind the female native. She waves to CJ who doesn’t even blink.
It's a double standard.
You can't acknowledge it as a strength when _YOU_ speak it, but as a weak insult if _I_ speak it. It doesn't work that way.
But you should know that. I mean, shit, you know everything don't you?
So go ahead and talk about the brotherhood we formed in Boardwalk Wrestling. Talk about how you took me under your wing and let me ride your coattails to stardom. Talk about how The Aptitude was the best stable in OCW history. Talk about Unstable. Try and _DISTRACT_ our listeners about what this is _REALLY_ about.
Because when the blood flies and parts of our body die, it's not going to be about what we've done in the past is it?
Another negative head shake by CJ.
It's about what happens when _WE_ step into _THAT_ ring _THIS_ time. FOOK everything else. And you can tell yourself that I don’t belong here. You can tell yourself that I don't deserve to be here. Point your fingers about how you’re not in the main event because of _ME_.
But I dont care.
Don’t give a fook.
Because your politicking ain't going to save you this time. It won‘t. And I truly hope that somewhere deep down, you are able to finally come to that conclusion. Because every word of untruth and deception you've spoken will be stuffed down your throat as you lose more blood then you’ve ever lost in a single day before.
I guarantee that Ian.
And I promise you that when all is said and done, you will get exactly what you deserve.
To be _BURIED ALIVE_!
CJ is mouthing to Alice to do something already. Alice is looking around for something. She finds a nice size rock on the ground of the cave.
Because I'm not afraid to bleed. I'm not afraid to maim. I’m not afraid to feel pain. And I'm not afraid of you. Because like I said on Massacre you are no longer Incredible. You have become The Common One. You are like a dull knife and just ain’t cutting it anymore. You’re talking loud and saying absolutely nothing.
You see Ian, I know exactly who _I_ am. Flaws and all.
I’m not afraid of the monster in _MY_ mirror. I have no problems admitting to what I am. But you?
He looks into the camera and raises his eyebrows.
I think you stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago.
And that's a damn shame.
Finally Alice hits the woman in the head with the rock and she falls to the floor with a loud thud. Alice picks up the whip and smiles.
It took you long enough Alice. Can you get me down from here?
Alice reaches into her top and pulls out a blade. CJ looks shocked as Alice just smiles and remains calm. Alice cuts the ropes off and gives him a quick peck on his lips.
If you had the blade this whole time why didn’t you use it earlier?
This blade is my potato peeling blade, I didn’t put two and two together. You know I am bad at math, babe. Stop teasing me! YES I AM BAD AT MATH!!! God damn though, you look sexy all dirty and beat up… is that weird?
Not weird at all but let’s get the hell out of this place…
CJ grabs Alice by the hand and they begin to run down a narrow opening in the cave. You hear a lot of noise behind them as the further they go in the darker it gets.
You alright my Queen?
Yes… yes, I am ok, my sweet King. Just been in a similar situation like this before… I… I… once tried to steal a MP3 Player from Wal-Mart and… and got caught. If these savages are like those Wal-Mart security guards, then we may be in trouble… Hmm. Not really the same thing, is it?
You hear chanting and start to see some light. You assume they are from some type of torch or something.
It is a high pressure situation and I must admit you are a lot calmer than I thought you would be. I think we may be FOOKED …
It is really light now and both CJ and Alice have stopped moving. They have reached a dead end in the cave. About eight natives are inching closer and closer to the couple. CJ stands in front of Alice to protect her.
Alice this may be a little painful.
”Pain? Pain is my middle name… just not a fan of butt stuff. We got this! Right? … right?
We may be outnumbered but we will not go down without a fight.
Three of the natives rush at Alice and CJ. CJ connects with a haymaker that knocks one down but the other two put their spears right underneath his neck. Alice doesn’t look pleased at all as her King is in trouble.
You can do whatever the fook you want to me but do not I repeat do _NOT_ lay a finger on her.
All of a sudden the other natives part like the red sea as an older man walks towards CJ and Alice.
You two must have a death wish?
CJ looked shocked as the older native man spoke in English.
WAIT! Allow me to translate what he is trying to say… oh… Damn. Was that English?
What do you think we are some type of savages on this island or something?
O’Donnell goes to answer but the two natives don’t allow that to happen as they apply a little more pressure underneath the neck of CJ.
I am talking to you my dear..
I wouldn’t, like say Savages. We all ‘been there’ you know? We all go a bit wacky! Hell, once a month, I get angry and frustrated and crampy where I could cage up some people I can’t stand too… And I even have my period too! But I also wouldn’t call myself a savage. That’s just wrong… wrooong.
Alice sees a baby koala bear and makes eye contact with it. CJ sees the look in Alice’s eye and does something about it. He kicks one of the locals in his family jewels and elbows the other one in the face. He holds the spear at the older male native.
Alice … do not … harm that koala bear. That might be their holy animal spirit or something that they pray to and then all hell will break loose… Do you want to be tortured by them?
No… not really. Just looks so yummy…
Very smart answer. Maybe not all you Americans are as dumb as you look. Now put that spear down and both of you follow us if you want to have any shot at getting off of this island.
CJ looks at Alice and back at the older native. CJ has lowered the spear but has not dropped it.
How do we know you are telling the truth?
You don’t … guess you can say this is a trust test …
I was never really good at tests. But I trust CJ more than any other man I’ve ever met. And he can trust me too. So trustworthy that if you even TRY to cut off his pecker, I will hide it in my mouth before you attempt it! SO TAKE MY HEAD! Wait, what’s a trust test?
CJ looks at Alice and doesn’t know if he should be concerned or aroused. He drops the spear and follows the older native holding onto Alice’s hand making sure no harm comes to her.
You see both Alice and CJ locked inside of cages. These cages are suspended over an opening into the unknown. CJ looks worn down and tired however, Alice is using the cage as a swing. She bumps into her King’s cage and just laughs ..
Isn’t this fun my King?
Not exactly the word I would use. We are going to get off this fooking island if it is the last thing we do.
We are getting some swings like this when we get back to ‘Merica.
If that's what you want my Queen… Oh one more thing TIO …
Fade to black…
This isn’t what I signed up for Marcus. It is bad enough that we are stuck on this island. But who the fook hired the pilot who crashed the plane. Why haven’t any of us seen this man? Marcus I want answers. Not next week. Not tomorrow. Not in five minutes. I want them now.
CJ looks around and sees no one else is close to him except for his Queen … Alice Knight. She is sitting down on a rock looking at her nails as two native young boys who look like teenagers are standing guard.
Where is everyone else? Did TIO put you up to this?
No reaction or answer from the native.
Why am I tied up and Alice isn’t? How is that even FOOKING fair …
Alice waves to CJ with a huge smile on her face. CJ spits as a wad of blood out of his mouth as it hits the floor. As the camera pans out you see that his hands are tied above his head and he isn’t touching the floor. One of the native men pokes him with his spear.
Fook. You do realize that hurts right?
The native looks at CJ as he tilts his head from side to side. Again no response.
Fook these natives on this island. Let me get to the matter at hand. Technical Difficulties is right around the corner and I can not wait to get my hands on TIO. I would have imagined that for everything a person like The Incredible One has been through, he'd have a little bit more humility.
ODonnell shakes his head.
But I was _DEAD_ wrong. Every word out of your mouth is tainted by the stain of hubris. From your asinine assumptions to your back-handed compliments, youve made it abundantly clear that the _ONLY_ thing that matters to you is _YOURSELF_.
The Distinguished One shrugs as one of the natives is keeping a close eye on him. His spear in his hand.
Put that fooking spear down before I shove it up your arse.
The native looks as CJ not understanding the words coming out of his mouth but his tone is stern. From behind a female native hits CJ across the back with a whip.
What the FOOK was that for?
The female native hits him again and CJ winces in pain a bit.
I swear to God if you hit me one more fooking time with that whip I’m gonna wrap it around your little neck and hang you from something.
CJ tries to remain calm as he sees Alice about ten feet from him. Three natives are by her and she has a smile on her face. Not a care in the world almost as if she can communicate with these people.
Hakem … laukem … blaugh … hawkem … sawk…”
Alice coughs which startkes the natives a bit and they both jump back
Sorry I was clearing my throat. As they say in America, ‘What. Is. Happening. Dudes?’
CJ looks at Alice and wonders just how she can be so calm and why the hell isn’t she tied up.
Anyway back to TIO. And you’re a sad motherfucker for that Ian. You really are.
O'Donnell looks around and notices that only the female native is watching him now as the other male has made his way over to Alice. He continues.
Take a look at yourself. Look at everything that you believe you are; everything that you believe about this match; and everything that you believe about _ME_. And I’m not talking about a quick glance TIO.
I'm talking about a cold, hard, honest-to-God stare.
Because I don't think you know yourself as well as you think you do. You see, you being you, it's easy isn't it. In your mind, you are the pinnacle of everything wrestling. You are the know-it-all. The omniscient veteran who has done it all. You're Just Incredible. The funniest fuck alive. The greatest of all time. A living legend. No one can beat you and you always have the last word.
And me?
CJ sort of lets out a slight laugh.
I'm not shit compared to you. I'm nothing.
CJ glances past the camera trying to find an opening to escape from whatever the hell this is.
Well that's what you tell yourself at least. You see, you’ve chosen to sit on your throne of lies and look down at people like myself. And instead of embracing change and congratulating achievement, you criticize. You criticize because you're scared TIO. Scared that _YOU_ will be replaced as the definition of greatness. You criticize because you've realized that each and every time Ive spoken your name in my mouth I’ve ripped you a new fuckin asshole.
And what do you do?
Instead of acknowledging your trauma you attempt to downplay it. Taking shots at my intelligence. Making assumptions about how I choose to cut promos. And that's fine old friend.. Because I'm not going anywhere.
CJ stares into the camera as the pace of his words pick up along with the energy. He tries to remain calm as if he raises his voice he knows more punishment may be issued by these people.
You seem to think that you are untouchable. You seem to think that you're _THAT_ damn good that you are able to withstand critique. Well TIO, that simply ain’t the case. And I hate to break it to you, but the complexity of any metaphor aimed at your weakening existence is rather easy to pull off. It really is.
And it's the reason why I’ve done it week in and week out since I came back to OCW.
He leans into the camera and whispers slightly.
Because I see you TIO.
CJ pulls back as far as he can.
I see you for who you are. For what you've accomplished. For what you are capable of doing. And people who live your life are models for _ALL_ kinds of inspiration. And it's because I respect you Ian.
I really do.
It's the reason why I've chosen to step foot inside this ring with you. Not because I particularly enjoy world travel. Not because I have a hard-on for hardcore wrestling. It's because _YOU_ need to realize exactly what the fook _YOU_ are.
O’Donnell pauses.
You see, I know what I am. And I make very little bones about it. So when you call me arrogant, an asshole, a prick or whatever else I don't argue.
I smile.
Because that is me. _PART_ of who I am. And I have to embrace that. I am my flaws. But you can't simply paint CJ O’Donnell with _THAT_ brush of simplicity TIO. Yet you'd like to think you can. And your strategy is simple.
A pause followed by a smile.
You politick.
A loud drumming is heard. CJ sees that Alice has been set free and a smile comes across his face.
You play _EACH_ and _EVERY_ card you have, begging for people to see this match the way that _YOU_ want it to be seen. You attack my words _NOT_ because they are false but because _YOU_ didn't speak them. You attack my perspective _NOT_ because it's filled with lies but because _YOU_ haven't been able to do it
_QUITE_
_LIKE_
_ME_.
_LIKE_
_ME_.
Alice begins to give hugs to the male natives as she approaches the female who is still watching CJ with a close eye. He doesn’t give it away that Alice is on her way to freedom.
You claim that I'm force fed.
That I'm essentially an uncreative fraud.
That I am not even in the same league as you.
Shit.
You doth protest _TOO_ damn much.
He shakes his head in disgust. Alice is slowly walking up behind the female not trying to make any noises to alert her.
And people need to see _THAT’S_ the game you play. Discredit the source, discredit the words. And your politicking continues. To anyone and everyone who will listen. But the fact to me has become abundantly simple this match:
The Incredible One needs to _BITCH_ and _MOAN_ to win.
But I'm not like you. I know that it's not quite _THAT_ easy. Never has been. Never will be.
You see, you like it both ways. And no, I'm not talking about the Porn you enjoy searching for. You see, you like to play the passive-aggressive victim. You want to play your age. Your career. Your accolades. You want to put those up against _MY_ words as if they were an easy target and somehow discredit the truth that my words bring against you.
Because you look for pity. You look for the sympathy vote. The for-old times sake vote. Not this time.
Because I have none for you. Not for assholes that make assumptions about what I choose to say when I say it. And I certainly have no pity for an individual that relies on bullshit humor that panders to one small contention of good ol boys in this business in which we both reside.
The Distinguished One’s eyes seemingly pierce through the lens.
You see, you can't mistake humor for substance TIO. And you certainly cannot exchange laughter for truth. And far too often, you make the mistake of doing both.
And when you ultimately realize that _YOU’RE_ not funny, what do you do? After talking about how your age and career made such an easy target, you _THEN_ attempt to use that to credit and reinforce the industry standard of who TIO is.
Another headshake of disgust. Knight is standing directly behind the female native. She waves to CJ who doesn’t even blink.
It's a double standard.
You can't acknowledge it as a strength when _YOU_ speak it, but as a weak insult if _I_ speak it. It doesn't work that way.
But you should know that. I mean, shit, you know everything don't you?
So go ahead and talk about the brotherhood we formed in Boardwalk Wrestling. Talk about how you took me under your wing and let me ride your coattails to stardom. Talk about how The Aptitude was the best stable in OCW history. Talk about Unstable. Try and _DISTRACT_ our listeners about what this is _REALLY_ about.
Because when the blood flies and parts of our body die, it's not going to be about what we've done in the past is it?
Another negative head shake by CJ.
It's about what happens when _WE_ step into _THAT_ ring _THIS_ time. FOOK everything else. And you can tell yourself that I don’t belong here. You can tell yourself that I don't deserve to be here. Point your fingers about how you’re not in the main event because of _ME_.
But I dont care.
Don’t give a fook.
Because your politicking ain't going to save you this time. It won‘t. And I truly hope that somewhere deep down, you are able to finally come to that conclusion. Because every word of untruth and deception you've spoken will be stuffed down your throat as you lose more blood then you’ve ever lost in a single day before.
I guarantee that Ian.
And I promise you that when all is said and done, you will get exactly what you deserve.
To be _BURIED ALIVE_!
CJ is mouthing to Alice to do something already. Alice is looking around for something. She finds a nice size rock on the ground of the cave.
Because I'm not afraid to bleed. I'm not afraid to maim. I’m not afraid to feel pain. And I'm not afraid of you. Because like I said on Massacre you are no longer Incredible. You have become The Common One. You are like a dull knife and just ain’t cutting it anymore. You’re talking loud and saying absolutely nothing.
You see Ian, I know exactly who _I_ am. Flaws and all.
I’m not afraid of the monster in _MY_ mirror. I have no problems admitting to what I am. But you?
He looks into the camera and raises his eyebrows.
I think you stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago.
And that's a damn shame.
Finally Alice hits the woman in the head with the rock and she falls to the floor with a loud thud. Alice picks up the whip and smiles.
It took you long enough Alice. Can you get me down from here?
Alice reaches into her top and pulls out a blade. CJ looks shocked as Alice just smiles and remains calm. Alice cuts the ropes off and gives him a quick peck on his lips.
If you had the blade this whole time why didn’t you use it earlier?
This blade is my potato peeling blade, I didn’t put two and two together. You know I am bad at math, babe. Stop teasing me! YES I AM BAD AT MATH!!! God damn though, you look sexy all dirty and beat up… is that weird?
Not weird at all but let’s get the hell out of this place…
CJ grabs Alice by the hand and they begin to run down a narrow opening in the cave. You hear a lot of noise behind them as the further they go in the darker it gets.
You alright my Queen?
Yes… yes, I am ok, my sweet King. Just been in a similar situation like this before… I… I… once tried to steal a MP3 Player from Wal-Mart and… and got caught. If these savages are like those Wal-Mart security guards, then we may be in trouble… Hmm. Not really the same thing, is it?
You hear chanting and start to see some light. You assume they are from some type of torch or something.
It is a high pressure situation and I must admit you are a lot calmer than I thought you would be. I think we may be FOOKED …
It is really light now and both CJ and Alice have stopped moving. They have reached a dead end in the cave. About eight natives are inching closer and closer to the couple. CJ stands in front of Alice to protect her.
Alice this may be a little painful.
”Pain? Pain is my middle name… just not a fan of butt stuff. We got this! Right? … right?
We may be outnumbered but we will not go down without a fight.
Three of the natives rush at Alice and CJ. CJ connects with a haymaker that knocks one down but the other two put their spears right underneath his neck. Alice doesn’t look pleased at all as her King is in trouble.
You can do whatever the fook you want to me but do not I repeat do _NOT_ lay a finger on her.
All of a sudden the other natives part like the red sea as an older man walks towards CJ and Alice.
You two must have a death wish?
CJ looked shocked as the older native man spoke in English.
WAIT! Allow me to translate what he is trying to say… oh… Damn. Was that English?
What do you think we are some type of savages on this island or something?
O’Donnell goes to answer but the two natives don’t allow that to happen as they apply a little more pressure underneath the neck of CJ.
I am talking to you my dear..
I wouldn’t, like say Savages. We all ‘been there’ you know? We all go a bit wacky! Hell, once a month, I get angry and frustrated and crampy where I could cage up some people I can’t stand too… And I even have my period too! But I also wouldn’t call myself a savage. That’s just wrong… wrooong.
Alice sees a baby koala bear and makes eye contact with it. CJ sees the look in Alice’s eye and does something about it. He kicks one of the locals in his family jewels and elbows the other one in the face. He holds the spear at the older male native.
Alice … do not … harm that koala bear. That might be their holy animal spirit or something that they pray to and then all hell will break loose… Do you want to be tortured by them?
No… not really. Just looks so yummy…
Very smart answer. Maybe not all you Americans are as dumb as you look. Now put that spear down and both of you follow us if you want to have any shot at getting off of this island.
CJ looks at Alice and back at the older native. CJ has lowered the spear but has not dropped it.
How do we know you are telling the truth?
You don’t … guess you can say this is a trust test …
I was never really good at tests. But I trust CJ more than any other man I’ve ever met. And he can trust me too. So trustworthy that if you even TRY to cut off his pecker, I will hide it in my mouth before you attempt it! SO TAKE MY HEAD! Wait, what’s a trust test?
CJ looks at Alice and doesn’t know if he should be concerned or aroused. He drops the spear and follows the older native holding onto Alice’s hand making sure no harm comes to her.
Thirty Minutes Later
You see both Alice and CJ locked inside of cages. These cages are suspended over an opening into the unknown. CJ looks worn down and tired however, Alice is using the cage as a swing. She bumps into her King’s cage and just laughs ..
Isn’t this fun my King?
Not exactly the word I would use. We are going to get off this fooking island if it is the last thing we do.
We are getting some swings like this when we get back to ‘Merica.
If that's what you want my Queen… Oh one more thing TIO …
KINGS NEVER DIE!!!
Fade to black…
