RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW Tuesday Night Havoc: 1/10/06

Fat Retard is flustered as he leaves the Boiler Room. The sound of a whip cracking is heard off camera and a long rip appears suddenly on FR’s suit sleeve. Startled, FR stares at it for a second before turning around. The camera shifts to see that he is looking at Harley, who has thrown the whip over her shoulder. Harley approaches him.

H: Retard! What are you doing here? What’s going on?

(FR looks flustered and confused.)

H: (sarcastically) Oh, I’m sorry, I properly used an “r” – you’re so used to hearing “retahd” from JM, you’ve forgotten what is English is supposed to sound like.

FR: Uh, Kwin, I was just heading out… (FR attempts to go around Harley. She grabs him, throws him up against the wall and gets in his face.)

H: I don’t think so. What’s going on here? (Harley looks perplexed for a sec) And where is that gob-awful music coming from? (She looks around and then sees FR glance over to the boiler room.)

FR: Nowhereman is having a party.

(Harley pauses a second, before cracking up with laughter.)

H: A party? Since when does watered down beer and $2 hookers constitute a party?

FR: Well, I mean, he did seem…

H: FR let me tell you a not-so-hidden secret. Nowhereman is done. His days are over. He’s an old, tired paper-tiger, and just like Joe Mama, he is gonna be put out to pasture. And once again, Grimm’s the man who’s gonna do it. NWM drinks Bud light and thinks that’s the height of real beer. He hires cheap whores, because he can’t get a woman without paying for her or taking her out of a box and blowing her up. And even those skanks aren’t afraid of him. Let me ask you: while you were in there, tell me he didn’t try to paw one of those girls?

FR: (uncomfortable) Well, uh yeah…

H: And I bet she didn’t even flinch, she just kept on walking, right?

FR: Yeah…

H: Even they aren’t afraid of him, because they know he’s completely harmless. And this is what Grimm has to prepare for? (snicker) You guys couldn’t give him a real challenge? (At that moment, the loud rock music ends and after a brief pause, Barry Manilow’s “Oh Mandy” begins to play loudly through the door. Harley chuckles.) [smirking] And now we know what he really likes to listen to off camera.

FR: (shaking his head) I don’t believe it! Not Nowhereman....

H: Believe it Retard. Nowhereman has been riding on his past glory, but you know the truth now. Can’t handle liquor; can’t handle a real woman; and he sure as hell can’t handle Grimm. Go spread the word. The Dark Lords are coming, and Nowhereman will be our first prisoner.

(FR scurries off camera. Harley looks at him run, laughs, and as “Oh Mandy” comes to an end, walks away.)