The Great One: Do they really think they can chase us down on those horses of theirs? BAH!
Lorenzo Demarco: Um, Trevor as I look behind us, I think they’ve upgraded!
The Great One takes a quick look behind him and now sees a couple of cars now chasing them. The Great One turns around with a grim look on his face as he presses down on the peddle a bit more and speed up. Lorenzo Demarco shakes his head but can’t help with laugh.
Lorenzo Demarco: Guess we’re about to find out if the Mounties always get their man.
The Great One: This is no time for jokes. This is serious business. We could do some time if they catch us. I don’t attend on letting that happening.
Lorenzo Demarco: I’ve had niggas who’ve done jail time. They say it’s really not as bad as they make it out to be. Well except the rape aspect of course. But as long as you can avoid the rape scenarios you’ll do pretty okay.
The Great One: I really don’t want to hear about this.
Lorenzo Demarco: Oh shit, you’re worried about being made someone’s bitch!
The Great One: No I am not worried about that!
Lorenzo Demarco: Just remember if we get caught, soap on a rope!
The Great One: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
The Great One is really speeding now as he’s going eighty miles per hour Lorenzo Demarco leans back in his chair a bit.
The Great One: What are you doing?
Lorenzo Demarco: The only thing I can do in this situation. This is you’re deal, get us out of it.
The Great One: Excuse me! If I recall it’s because of your foolish decision to forget your passport that has gotten us in this mess.
Lorenzo Demarco: True, but you could’ve turned around at the border and just canceled this whole adventure. So over all, your decisions has more to do with this situation than my forgetfulness. Choke on those apples. Of course if we get caught and your not lucky you may choke on something else. You seem like the type they go for in prison.
The Great One: I swear to god to Demarco I’m going to hurt you if you bring that subject up again.
Lorenzo Demarco: You know it just occurred to me. These people we are visiting? Are they powerful?
The Great One: They have some power yes.
Lorenzo Demarco: Is it possible they have some connections?
The Great One: Oh they definitely have connections.
Lorenzo Demarco: I highly doubt they didn’t give you a contact number. Call their asses, and see if they can get them off of our backs!
The Great One: This truly is a special day. For once you have a good idea!
The Great One pulls out his cell phone with one hand and frantically begins to dial. Luckily he has mastered the art of one hand cell phone mastery that allows him to open, dial, and use all functions of a phone while driving with the other hand. He would be a third level black belt in this art, if such shit existed. He gets on the phone and begins to shout into the phone.
The Great One: Yes I know I’m not suppose to call you unless it’s an emergency. Well my accomplice is an idiot and forgot his passport! What’s that? Yes I went through anyway. What do you mean that makes me an idiot! I AM NEVER AN IDIOT! Look, think you can call them off. TGO#1 is the License Plate. What’s that? Yes that’s exactly the road we’re on! Okay, yes, good, good. How long? Okay! Thank you!
Lorenzo Demarco: So are they going to do something?
The Great One: They don’t have enough connections to call them off. But they do have connections to cause something to happen nearby to draw them away. Lets hope it works!
After a few minutes The Great One looks in his rear view and realizes they are no longer being chased. He gives a sigh of relief and lowers the speed a little bit.
The Great One: Well that was a little exciting.
Lorenzo Demarco: Sure, exciting is the word for it. What distraction did they cause?
The Great One: I didn’t care to ask and I don’t care enough to know.
Lorenzo Demarco: You know this was kind of a deus ex machina moment wasn’t it?
The Great One: I doubt you even known what a deus ex machina is!
Lorenzo Demarco: WHAT! Hey I would like you to know I have a college education. I got a bachelor’s in Political Science. When it comes to political theory and stuff like that I could talk circles around your mind expanding on the theories of . . .
Who knows what else Lorenzo said in that ramble. The Great One didn’t now, he had already tuned Demarco out. They continue to drive until they finally get to their destination. A magnificent hotel that stood tall. There was even a big ass fountain in front of the building. The Great One and Lorenzo Demarco steps out of the car as The Great One tosses the keys to the valet.
The Great One: Better not be a scratch on that.
The valet swallows nervously as he gets in the car and drives off. Lorenzo Demarco and The Great One begin to walk up the steps to the entrance. Standing before the entrance is several columns. From behind the columns steps out three men all dressed in business suits and sunglasses. They form a line at the top and the one in the middle makes a motion for Demarco and The Great One to stop.
Don Molson: Greetings gentlemen, I’m Don Molson.
Lorenzo Demarco: LIKE THE BEER!
Don Molson: Yes, that’s right, like the beer. Never heard that one before.
The Great One jabs Lorenzo Demarco in his ribs as a way to say shut the hell up.
Don Molson: You know Mr. Kent you should pay more attention. Despite it’s fancy reputation, this hotel actually doesn’t have valets.
The Great One: Wait, what? Huh! HEY!
The Great One turns around getting ready to give chase only to see the ‘valet’ has already driven off with his car.
Don Molson: Don’t worry, once our business is concluded your car will be returned in tact.
Lorenzo Demarco: You know what . . . Since we’re in Canada . .can you do it?
Don Molson: Do what?
Lorenzo Demarco: Make that noise that every authentic Canadian seems to make.
Don Molson: . . . . Eh?
Lorenzo Demarco: YES! HE DID IT!
The man to the right of Don Molson begins to reach into his suit for his gun but Don Molson puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head. The act of going for a gun seems to shake Lorenzo Demarco a little bit. The Great One stamps on Demarco’s foot hoping to all hell that would be message enough.
Don Molson: Well gentlemen, you seem like men who do not want to waste time, nor do I. So if you’ll follow us to the limo that has been sent to drive us to your next destination. We will begin. The boss can’t wait to see you guys.
The Great One: Very well, lets go.
The three men walk past Lorenzo and The Great One who follow in suit. They walk all the way to the end of the parking lot where a limo with a huge maple leaf flag is painted. One of the men open the door and beckon both men to get in. Both men do so as all three men follow suit. The door closes and the limo drives off to take them to the boss.
The final GCWA show is approaching, and Ace decides to put us in one of the biggest piece of shit matches he could’ve come up with. I mean the talents of me and Trevor speak for themselves. Rishel’s talent, as much as I can’t stand that cum guzzling guttersnipe, speaks for themselves. Then we once have The Lost Soul who’s career seems to be the exact replica of Chevy Chases. Once upon a time his career had promise and he had the talent to pull it off. Now his career has disappointment and his obvious lack of giving a shit makes sure that spiral never ends. Why the fuck does The Lost Soul deserve a title shot against us? Oh I get it Ace. Just the simple fact he betrayed us earns him a title shot. I get it, that’s how you work Ace. So be it.
Rishel and The Lost Soul, together they make up the collective unit of wrestlers NFB can do without. We can do without Rishel not because he’s untalented, I’ll be the first to admit he’s a top notch wrestler, but just because he didn’t have that instinct to do what was necessary to achieve our goals. Whenever shit was about to go down, it was obvious he was hesitant, he was having second thoughts, that he didn’t believe it was the right course of action. Such doubts in one’s self just can’t be tolerated in a machine like the NFB. As for The Lost Soul, I never wanted that faggot in our ranks. But The Great One assured me he’d make a good addition and I relented. After all it was Trevor’s show so let him run it how he sees it. Well The Lost Soul you are pretty much the pro-wrestling equivalent of our current presidential nigga. . . .a sad caricature of ‘what could’ve been’. I even hear your up for the Hall of Fame this year. I say that’s fantastic. I fully endorse this move. Cause in my opinion, in my very humble opinion, lets induct your ass in the hall of fame, see all the highlights and accomplishments from your past shown to the world, then maybe just maybe, you’ll see what you use to be, look in a mirror see what you’ve become and off yourself. Because honestly TLS dying automatically makes people forget about how pathetic you’ve become and make them automatically remember how awesome you once were. So kill yourself, and hell even I may shed a tear and go “TLS use to be so damn good”. I’ll probably just chuckle go home and fuck my girlfriend instead, but it could happen. Nobody’s Fucking Better . . . And when the show’s over that’ll still remain a fact.
