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| TURNCOAT | Feb 24 2008, 03:57 PM Post #1 |
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Guys I'm shaking
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And we’re now a few days past Revenge. The EWA is long gone, their members scattered, their logo no longer to be seen…except in certain areas. T-shirts, for one. T-shirts like the one currently covering the man known as Gogz. No ordinary T-shirt, this one appears to have never even seen soap suds; in fact, if it were removed from the body of the Scot, it could quite possibly stand up on its own. Thankfully, the black colour hides more of unpleasant stains…but we digress. Last time we saw the former Henchman of Big Evil, he was drowning his sorrows in some bar. Around two days have passed, not that he’s aware. It could have been one, two, three days, even a week for all he knows. Time is not important. The only thing of relevance to him was the next drink. And the next. And the next. And so on, until… …fade to black… …then to fuzziness and muffled voices. A slowly opening pair of eyes, wincing at the light, unable to comprehend the shapes and colours in front of him. A vague question of what exactly is going on flashes through his mind, unanswered for a few seconds, then quashed by the reality of truth, sinking into his mind like a tonne of bricks dropped from a great height. The thoughts are primal and guttural in origin; Me Gogz. Gogz drink. Gogz pass out. Gogz wake up. Gogz… A flash back hits, sudden and vivid like a slap to the face, of his head hitting the canvass, of A+ covering his quivering body and the referee counting to three …Gogz lose? If Gogz lose… Another flashback, of watching from the sidelines, of watching the final moments of the EWA as Plus finished off Evil. …EWA gone? Oh… And then, like a dam that has been under strain for several years which finally bursts, the memories come flooding back. His face contorts and turns from the well-watered red to a ghostly pale. He remembers that he no longer has a company to work for. He remembers that he burned his bridges with the BQWA when he turned his back on them. He realises he is unemployed. Oh shit… At the same time, he realises just where he is. Thankfully, and by some miracle, he’s made it to a hotel room. No doubt that, given his current employment status, it’s well out of his budget, but that’s the least of his concerns right now. In his mind, only one thing matters: getting his job back. But how can he do that? You’ve got to be shitting me… Only way, my man. You need to bite the bullet and do it. Shiiiiiit…. Sometime Later. And enter a completely new setting. An office with all mod-cons, including a fireplace, a leather couch, an expensive looking oak desk and of course the matching wardrobes. Sitting behind the desk, shuffling through what one would have to assume is an astronomical amount of paperwork given the circumstances, is Dolly Madison. She’s also on the phone to an unnamed associate – hey, all the bigwigs are on the phone at this point in segments, remember? Dolly: So I says to Mabel, I says… She doesn’t finish the sentence, as the door to her office is flung open, crashing against the opposite wall, and in storms one angry, boozed-up Scotsman, barely able to stand, let alone talk. He rushes to the desk, and bangs his fists on the table, causing Dolly to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Gogz: Gie’s a job! Dolly: I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you back….Excuse me? Gogz: A job! Ah want a job! Dolly: My dear Gogz, I gave you a job, remember? But as I seem to recall, you chose to give up that position to pursue a career in Mr Evil’s joke of an organisation, did you not? Gogz shuffles uncomfortably, his hands balling into fists on the table. Whilst before, he was staring at his former employer dead in the eye, he is forced to look away. Gogz: Well...aye…see…the thing aboot that is…um…aye, see, whit really happened is… Dolly: I’ll tell you what happened, Mr Hayfield – oh yes, you’re not Gogz anymore, are you? No, you’re just plain old Mr Gordon Hayfield, alcoholic, dosser extraordinaire…but I digress, no what happened, Mr Hayfield, is you turned your back on the company that gave you your break in this business, you put a knife in the back of me, of everyone that works in this company! Not only did you quit, not only did you align with that son of a bitch Big Evil, you actually TRIED TO RUN ME OUT OF BUSINESS! With these final words, Dolly stands up, chair flying backwards, causing Gogz to take a step backwards. Dolly: And now, after I proved my dominance, after your so-called messiah Big Evil has been slain, you come crawling back to me, begging for your job back? You dare even be in the same room as me? I should call security and have them drag your worthless carcass back to that third-world country you came from! The woman is full of rage, and its showing. Gogz, for his part, still drunk, not wanting to exacerbate her, still desperate to change his mind, holds his hands up in the universally accepted gesture for “calm down” and speaks. Gogz: Look..aye, a turned mah back on ye’s…but c’mon, please, ye’ve got tae gie me a job, ye’ve got tae… Dolly: I have to do no such thing. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not fired, you were never even employed in the first place! Do you… Suddenly, a look of enlightenment crosses Dolly’s face. She smiles, but it’s not a pleasant smile. It’s the smile a lion would have if it came a cross a wounded gazelle. A smile which hints at nothing but unpleasantness. Dolly:…I’ve had a change of heart, my dear sir. Oh, don’t get your hopes up, I’m not giving you a job, but I’m going to request your presence at inaugural Meltdown this week. If you’ve any sense, you’ll be there. Gogz: Why? Whit’ve ye planned? Dolly: That is for me to know, and you to find out, Mr Hayfield…now, I would also advise you that it is in your best interests to remove yourself from this office within five seconds, or else I change my mind. Get out of my sight. Gogz backs away hastily, muttering thank you’s, and exits, closing the door behind him. Dolly chuckles to herself, and allows herself another wry smile. Dolly: Gullible fool. Now where was I? Remembering, she seats herself and picks up the phone once more. Dolly: Hello? Yes, it’s me again. So, I says to Mabel, I says… Fade. |
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| Blonde Doctor | Feb 25 2008, 01:39 PM Post #2 |
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God stuff as usual, looking forward to seeing what happens to the drunken Scot at Meltdown and beyond. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 3 2008, 12:53 PM Post #3 |
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This is what happens when you leave for another company
I liked the beginning where Gogz sucked up his pride, and asked for his job back, which you could tell just killed him inside. Then Dolly telling him to be on Meltdown, but doesn't give away any spoilers or there fore any hint of spoilers. Good job my scottish friend
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| SoCal | Mar 5 2008, 10:31 AM Post #4 |
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Him asking for his job back was great, lol. It's one of the things that Gogz does that makes us all forget we're supposed to hate him. One of my absolute favorite characters in the fed at the moment. Even if you are Scottish. Great dialouge and the entire thing just worked, especially after reading MD this week. Awesome job. |
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I liked the beginning where Gogz sucked up his pride, and asked for his job back, which you could tell just killed him inside. Then Dolly telling him to be on Meltdown, but doesn't give away any spoilers or there fore any hint of spoilers. Good job my scottish friend


7:33 PM Jul 10