Post by The Idol Max Prophet on Jun 20, 2012 20:08:07 GMT -6
Flashback: June 2001 A secluded beach in the Bahamas. The sun is slowly setting into the ocean. So close that you can almost feel the smoke breaking off the water. We see YOUR USPW INTERNATIONAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION "THE IDOL" Max Prophet making love....well, we shouldn't call it making love. Violently ravaging a young girl. The two are caught up in the moment. Drunk on rum. Some cocaine lies nearby. Hair and sand and sweat are flying everywhere as the two souls come together as one.
Flash forward to present day. The Idol is headed to Wisconsin for the sold out "Hell Frozen Over" Pay per view event this Sunday. But, your champion has detoured slightly to...Washington DC? Does The Idol have to speak with President Obama?
We cut to a scene inside a bar. The bar is not even half full. The Idol is not recognized. He goes to the jukebox and plays "You've Lost That Loving Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers. Suddenly a woman appears from out of a back room.
Woman - You sonofabitch
The Idol chuckles. The woman does not seem to be the least bit amused. She lets her hair fall into her face for a second. She starts to smile. She raises her head and looks The Idol right between the eyes.
Woman - You left me in the Bahamas all by myself with no money and something that I couldn't get rid of.
The woman throws a glass at The Idol but he ducks it and it smashes into tiny bits against the wall. He picks his head up and looks back at the wall almost in disbelief that she could throw that hard.
The Idol - Something you couldn't get rid of? Emily, all you had to do was call me and we could have had anything taken care of?
The woman laughs again. And then pulls back into herself. Her eyes fill up with tears and her voice begins to crack.
Emily - This ain't something you can just take care of motherfucker.
Emily goes to the back office and brings out with her, a small, blonde haired, 10 year old little girl. The little girl is carrying a new USPW "The Idol" Max Prophet action figure.
Emily - (screaming now) Her name is Maxine! I named her after you, you motherfucking piece of shit! She's your daughter!
More bottles and glass go flying through the air.
The Idol - My daughter? Emily, I don't want you talking this way around my daughter.
The Idol picks up the girl.
The Idol - You want to come with me? You want to come live with me? I'm your daddy. And you have a little brother named Max Jr.
The little girl nods her head "yes."
The Idol - I bet you do. Daddy is gonna make it all go away. Emily, I know after we hooked up, you started dating Phantom. I hope he knows about this.
The Idol can tell by the look on Emily's face that Phantom does not know the truth.
The Idol - Jesus Christ Emily! You didn't tell him?
Emily - What was I supposed to say Max? That I fucked the greatest wrestler of all time and had his daughter? How was he gonna take that?
The Idol - Probably not well.
Emily - Probably not well is fucking right so you can take your fucking limos and your fucking race car bullshit and you can go fight him this Sunday cuz I don't give a fuck just stay out of our lives!
The Idol - I'm taking our daughter. You've exposed our baby to that child molester? That serial masturbater? Holy monkey fuck!?!?! Emily?
Emily - He's all I had to turn to goddamit! After you left me on that beach you fucking asshole!
The Idol - I can't believe you've let our baby around .....nevermind. I'm leaving. And I'm leaving with our daughter. Right now.
Emily - The fuck you are. I'll have the cops here in 5 minutes. Your name ain't on no birth certificate.
The Idol - Damn you are a fucking cum dumpster.
Emily - So if you want to see your baby then you'll have to take my ass to court! You hear me Prophet? Court!!!!
The Idol - That won't be a problem.
Emily - Oh, I know it won't for a rich ass piece of shit like you. But you'll have to deal with my lawyers and Phantom's lawyers. He cares about me.
The Idol - Always after my sloppy seconds. Good to know we are Eskimo brothers.
Emily - Fuck you, you sonofabitch! Get outta my bar! I hope he kills you come Sunday.
The Idol - Well, all I've heard from him is the usual whining, bitching, crying, and complaining that I always hear. Making excuses. Trying to defend himself. That's not gonna cut it. He knows it. You know it. And I know it.
Emily starts to cry
Emily - So that makes you feel good? That you're gonna hurt him?
The Idol - It makes me feel good to know that he can't hang with me. That all he has is his bitching, moaning, and excuses. He's trying to dissect The Idol. But The Idol has him re-thinking himself. Oh yeah. Mischoff, Cloe, and Ray...they see through the bullshit. They see that all the big bad PHANTOM is, is a bunch of fucking smoke and mirrors. At the end of the day, he's the usual whining, sniveling, complaining, snot nosed little bastards they have in these feds. He may set the stage a little different, but his talking is the usual bitching. So, come Sunday in Wisconsin, I'm gonna freeze hell over, make my return to Pay Per View, and get the order of the food chain set back straight. And then, you'll be hearing from my lawyers about Maxine.
The Idol walks out of the bar and out onto the street. He calls for a cab. He pulls out his iPhone (IDOL PHONE)
[glow=red,2,300]TEXT TO MATT HAWK...Bro, remember that ho Emily? I got a baby girl to go with Lil Idol! I'm a daddy again![/glow]
