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| The Corporation | Dec 9 2010, 01:52 AM Post #1 |
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It’s a couple of days after the last time, it’s been a long day already, but it continues and remains with constant supervision and success bringing in the money and sending out pretty much, nothing of relevance. Yes, it’s the famous garage sale being held by Joey himself, many, many, many items have been sold, pretty much the whole stock disappeared, superstars come and gone, staff come and gone, complete strangers come and gone, taking the items of no use to Joey, items definitely not of his property to even care about. But making profit from others misery seems to have paid off with an exciting day, especially lighting up the mood as Chris Wrestling gets ready to head into a big bout to face The Company at Showdown. Meanwhile Joey continues to sell, sell, and sell some more as he talks to Faith. Joey: And that’s how I came up with the invention of origami! Faith: Joey, didn’t the Chinese or Japanese invent origami? Joey: I’ve always wondered, why have they both got ESE on the end of them both? I mean, Korea hasn’t got ESE on the end? Faith: You’re such an idiot, now answer the question? Joey: You answer mine! Faith: Answer it Joey? Joey: But I want to know! Faith: Ok you asked for it! Faith looks at Joey, he looks back all curious and doesn’t even realize as Faith takes a breath. Faith: AH H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H!!!!! Faith gives out such a huge scream, Joey pelts to the floor covering his ears, people surrounding and gathering Joey’s garage sale all quiver and shriek at the sound of Faith’s screaming, all also holding there ears until she stops. Joey gets up shaking his head and fingers wobbling away in his ears to try flush out the ringing sound left behind. Joey: Annnnd I still don’t learn! Faith: Well? Joey: FINE some god-damn yellow guy created fold up paper, is that a crime I tried taking ownership and credit for it? Faith: Actually yes Joey it’s called copyright! Joey: DOH! Faith just shakes her head. Joey: Wait, why not copyleft? Faith just looks upset and feels like she can’t cope any more, but lucky for her suddenly Joey gets another customer to distract him to help get her away for a second from his constant annoying babbling. Joey: How can I help you there mister William Hislip? The newly found famous Hislip looks up as he stands holding a machine of some sort. William Hislip: You, Joey, listen, some ugly boy thing stole my answering machine today, so I need a new one, what you got here, is this one? Joey: Well, well, well, you’re in luck today Mr. Hislip, that is in fact one and it’s going for a gracious 5 bucks if you want it, it’s worth 30 at any store where its available. William Hislip: 5 bucks huh, I can’t complain, but my old one was great, I could record my own voice on it, can this? Joey: Maybe, I heard it was like, mega advanced, future technology you know, so hang on, let me have a look, what does this button do… Joey clicks a button and suddenly a beep plays out loud, followed by a voice, a voice that could only widen Joey’s eyes, William Hislip’s own voice saying out loud “This Is Hislip, leave a message’!”, silence lingers in the air for a few seconds, Hislip shockingly doesn’t even say anything. Joey: SEE, it even comes pre recorded, how amazingly future technology style is that huh? William Hislip: Wow, that actually almost sounded like me didn’t it? Joey in surprise and shocking disturbance that Hislip didn’t even recognize it’s his own machine that Slave stole, he stands cautious and weary as he continues to try sell Hislip his own answering machine back. Joey: So what do you say, for 5 measly bucks, especially when you need one and so advanced as that? William Hislip: Hmmm, I don’t know, I might have to record an actual message with my actual voice on it, that version sounded a bit, out dated, but I’ll take it! Joey: Sold! Joey smiles, Hislip hands the money over and heads off, Joey releases a huge sigh as he leaves, shocked at the whole incident but impressed with his own sales performance. Joey grins and nods to himself holding the 5 bucks in his hand until he notices something, he looks up and sees a suspicious Matt, uhm, unsure what he does, standing around looking around like he’s nervous and in trouble. Joey: MATT!!! Matt quickly whips around and tries looking more innocent, causing him to stand in an awkward pose as Joey marches on up to him with a purpose. Joey: Matt what the hell are you doing? I can see you, you’re not as innocent as you’re trying to look, what you doing? You hiding, under the desk is the best place for that, is evil shoe shiner Shane after you also? Matt: What? What are you talking about? Leave me alone, I haven’t stolen nothing! Joey: W-What? I never said you stole anything, have you stolen something? Are you stealing from my garage sale? Matt: Uhm, no, why would I steal from a stupid cheap garage sale? I’m not cheap! Joey: That’s it, Faith?!!! STRIP SEARCH!!! Matt: What? You can’t do that, only such people as the police can do strip searches, you ain’t the police, you can’t touch me! Faith walks up as Matt tries refusing. Joey: Faith he’s refusing to be strip searched, I have suspicions he’s thieving! Faith: Ears ladies and gentlemen! Suddenly everyone covers his or her ears, except for Matt who stands confused and feeling victimized. Matt: What? What are you doing? Silence gathers until. Faith: AH H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H!!!!! Matt cringes and although its too late tries covering his ears as the shrieking scream goes right through him, he soon gives in. Matt: OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!! She stops. Joey: Thank you Faith, now check this criminal out! Matt sighs and can’t believe it as Faith starts rummaging through every pocket and hiding possibilities. Joey: You people make me sick! Matt: What? I haven’t even done anything so don’t go accusing when… Faith: AHA! Faith rises with a half used cap of red lipstick. Joey: You were saying? Matt: I can explain that, it’s mine! Joey: You carry lipstick around with you? Matt: Uhm, yeah! Why wouldn’t I? Joey: You’re telling me you never stole that from my sale, you instead carry lipstick around with you for, some unknown reason? Matt: It’s not mine, per say, it’s, a gift, for, Mr. Anderson! Joey: You lie! Matt: How dare you call me a liar, I… Matt pauses. Joey: You? Matt suddenly leaps his hand forward, grabs the lipstick and makes a run for it pacing off quickly down the corridor, Joel, Faith and the rest of visitors stand shaking there head. Joey: Thieving shocks me! Faith: Different when you do it though eh? Joey: Indeed, I at least do it for a reason, profit! Suddenly Joey receives a tap on the shoulder, the situation sways away from what just happened as another Joey, the copycat, actually, head of storage, a former failed wrestler, stands behind Joey. Joey flinches slightly thinking he might be in danger, but instead Joey looking all sad and moody holds up a foam, toy, replica International championship belt. Joey: Hey Joey, can I buy this from you please? Joey thinks and can’t recall the belt ever coming off the table, or ever going on to it in the first place. Joey: Joey, that isn’t mine to sell! Joey: I know, it’s mine, I just wanted to feel like a champion, Chris Wrestling inspires me so much I just want to be like him alter Seasons Beatings! Joey: So you want me to sell you your own title to make you feel better? Joey nods still looking all sad and moody. Joey: That sounds for a good cause, right? How’s about 5 bucks, huh? Joey mooches through his pocket his notes. Joey: Here’s ten, keep the change! Joey hands it over and walks off leaving Joey standing all confused, he shrugs it off though and pockets the money walking back over towards the tables where people continue to mooch and buy, where there stands Carl, the ring builder, searching around not looking happy one bit. Joey: Hey, need any help? Carl: Yeah, but, no, I, I need to find some! Joey: Find what? Used condoms? Broken pens? Remote controls? We have them all! Carl: Not quite, I need coke, coke, I need coke! Joey: Sorry dude, I don’t do or sell drugs, I’m a supporter of, uhm, not.. drugs.. stuff! Carl: No, no, no, not the drug, I need cans, coke cans! Joey: Uhm, I’m not your local convenience store, I don’t do coke cans! Carl: I need coke, more coke, MORE! Joey: NO! No coke, no coke cans whatsoever! Carl: But… Joey: NO! This might be a garage sale, but NO! NO COKE CANS! Carl doesn’t seem happy and quickly makes himself absent from the scene, stepping only a few steps away still convinced there’s coke cans in the rummage somewhere, only to bring a new problem, Butch Bill, the questionably angry gay costume designer, comes walking up to Joey with a big wooden chair. Joey: Uhm, uh, hey Bill, what’s up? I, uh you seem happy today, looking good and healthy I see, you’re not going to do nothing with that are you? Maybe I can help! How can I help? Butch Bill: Well, I was just wondering, do these things hurt? Joey: Gee Bill I wouldn’t know, but, they can be comfy with a nice….. hey, wait, Bill… Bill wait…. No! In that time, Bill raises the wooden chair with a smile, he swings it, Joey ducks just in case, but the chair doesn’t even swing in his direction, yet to the side of Bill where Carl continues to search for coke cans smashing into bits and sending Carl flat out on the floor. Joey: Guess it does! Bill raises one bit of the leg he’s still got left in his hand, admiring the wood. Butch Bill: Got any more of these? Joey scratches his head. Joey: Unfortunately no Bill, were all out, we do take orders though and can get you fresh stock in within a week, costs more though, Christmas presents?! Butch Bill: Ah, forget it, wasn’t going to pay anyway! Bill walks off with obviously an adventurous day ahead of him, Joey stands looking quite shocked and impressed there’s somebody that thinks just like him out there in the world, only to be approached by yet another customer, Steve, the mail man. Steve: Hey Joey, I just found this over there, and it’s mine! Steve lifts up and shows Joey a mail bag. Joey: No it’s not! Steve: It god-damn is! Joey: No it isn’t I bought that like ten years ago and have used it quite a lot! Steve: Oh really, then please explain how it got my name on? Joey: Uhm, that, I, uh, I, well, it’s pretty simple really, well, I, I can’t help it, it, its just one of those things, like, uh, a phrase, I uhm, I liked, ah, I liked pretending to be you, yeah, that’s the one! Steve: Well I want it back! Joey: Well, it’s marked for 4 dollars, it’s yours for 2 dollars! Steve: What? I have to pay for my own bag? Are you crazy? Joey: Many people wouldn’t say no! Steve: Despicable! Steve reaches into his pocket, sorts 2 dollars out and slams it into Joey's hand and goes to walk off with his bag, only to come to a halt. Joey looks curious, only to see as Steve turns around holding up a handful of smelly wet sandy sea weed, Steve doesn’t look happy, Joey, strangely with no reaction, Steve marches on back. Steve: Care to explain? Joey: Told you I used it, I took it away, I wanted the beech to come home with me, so, there it is! Steve: You’re god-damn crazy, I want a refund! Or a price drop, or something free? Joey: What? Steve: Hey yeah, something free actually sounds good! How much do I get? Joey: How much? I, uh.................... RUN!!! Joey suddenly launches to one side in quite a hurry, only to turn and force himself straight into a wall, he drops to the floor holding his nose, he looks in pain and unhappy, Steve still stands, waiting, above him, Joey lifts the 2 dollars into the air. Joey: FINE! Have your money back, and keep the bag! Cheapskate! Steve shrugs with a smile and walks off with his 2 dollars back and a free thing, his own mail bag back, Joey gets up not looking happy one bit. But there to lighten up the day, Slave comes walking across, not looking happy with the way he’s walking might I add, he stands in front of Joey, hands on hips obviously unable to tell properly if he’s smiling or sad or, anything, Joey looks confused. Slave: You sent me to an old ladies home? Joey: So? Slave: So why on god’s pink earth would I want to go to an old ladies home? They scare me if anything! Joey: Well, I thought you were meant to be some kind of tough, guy, boy? Slave: What? I’m the greatest superhero who ever lived! Joey: Well then, superhero’s are meant to do great things for the community, so, I gave you a great gift and helped you help the community! Slave: Well, it kind of failed, as all I done was ate a few of there biscuits and used there toilet and then left, old people are creepy! Joey: Well how’s about that eh, I try helping you and you throw it back in my face, get out of here! Slave looks worried he’s upset Joey as Joey walks off leaving Slave confused on what to do, but Joey occupies himself with another customer as Jack, the laundry guy, stands poking around. Joey: Need any help? Jack: Howdy to you! I’ve found great interest in these mysterious drench coats, glasses and hats. Joey: They’re yours for 4 dollars! Jack: That’s a great price, I can’t help but take advantage of your generosity! Joey: Then 2 dollars it is! Jack: 2 dollars it is! Joey and Jack shake hands on it as Joey accepts the money as Jack quickly runs off , Joey goes to head on but suddenly appearing, a man dressed in a French coat, hat and glasses shows up, Joey looks confused as considerable he just sold exactly the same outfit to Jack. Joey: Jack? The man suddenly dishes a quick whipping look at Joey, he slams his hand into his other and whisks off his newly bought outfit revealing his original image being the Jack, not seeming happy. Jack: Damn you, I’ve been figured out, this disguise you sold me is irrelevant as a disguise, I demand a refund! Joey: Uhm, we don’t do refunds! Jack whips his head around searching. Jack: Who said that? Where does it say that? You never told me that? Out of nowhere Joey leans down and quickly whips up a sign and places it in front of the table reading ‘NO REFUNDS’. Jack: ..THIS IS A CRIME! ...CRIMINALS! Again, out of nowhere Jack runs away disappearing, Joey shakes it off, all confused, only to witness across the way Slave perching over everything and begins talking to himself. Joey: Lurker’s, they shock me, I should start saying to these people, if you’re not going to buy anything you must leave, I think I’m too scared though, maybe I should hit them with stuff, hmmm, I think I need a chemical shower, pfft, bottom feeders, trying to mug me off for stuff that isn’t even mine. Joey suddenly witnesses Slave grabbing every piece of baby item possible causing concern to take interest. Joey: Slave, why you buying up all my baby stuff? Slave stops and comes to a halt, not even looking at Joey. Slave: I feel uncomfortable answering that question! Slave continues to look as Joey watches, but again Slave comes to another halt. Slave: This is more like a GARBAGE sale! Joey: HEY! MOMS ONLY! Slave: Uhm, so I get to say it? A confused Joey raises an eyebrow in raging confusion, but suddenly disturbance gathers as he quickly dives out the way and dives behind the table like he done earlier, there comes marching evil shoe shiner Shane again, fully dressed this time, he walks up and heads straight up to Faith again. Shane: Faith, you seen Joey today? I want a word with him? I ain’t happy! Faith: Gee Shane, I don’t know, he just keeps DUCKING and DIVING away, he just keeps POPPING up whenever he wants to. Shane: What? Well anyway, you tell Joey his stunt today just wasn’t funny and I’ll be showing him how funny I’m taking this when I next see him. Shane doesn’t even wait for a reply and heads straight off, he disappears and Joey pops his head up once again making sure he’s gone, he gets up and comes out standing next to Faith. Faith: You hear what he said? Joey: Would blah, blah, blah, blah do for an answer? Faith: Coming from you? Sure! Joey: Want to call it a day? Faith: Again, sure! Joey looks across and sees none other then Michael, the food cart guy, searching through all the items, Joey then shouts across. Joey: HEY MIKE! He wakes up from his innocent self-looking across slightly nervous. Joey: Interested in anything? Michael: Yeah, I suppose some stuff looks quite good! Joey: Then, it’s all yours, take it and enjoy, use them as Christmas gifts, i saved you 5 bucks this year! Joey smiles and walks off leaving Michael curious, but happy and heads on, but as he walks away, his phone rings, he answers. Joey: Hello? ... Where the hell have you been? I've been worried young man! ... Ok, ok, calm down perfect boy, I apologize. ... Come pick you up? Where are you? ... Ok, uhm, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. Joey hangs up, curious, but he places the phone in his pocket with the task of picking up Chris Wrestling, he heads on. As so, about 15 minutes passes and Joey arrives to the destination Chris Wrestling asked to pick him up at. Weirdly enough its a factory, and an abandoned one, broken windows, dusted road, nobody around whatsoever, but Joey drives through and heads to the point advised by Chris Wrestling. He arrives, and there waits Chris Wrestling, he pulls up and gets out. Joey: Hey man, what the hell’s going on here? Chris Wrestling seems eager to dodge any questions, and moves quickly towards the vehicle, but Joey gets out, curious. Chris Wrestling: Hey get back in the car, it's nothing to do with you, just leave it alone. Only to make Joey more curious, Joey starts walking towards the door Chris Wrestling was standing by, Chris Wrestling sees and runs over blocking Joey's pathway. Chris Wrestling: Where are you going? Joey: Nowhere, just looking what's going on? Chris Wrestling: Ok, well, there's nothing here, you've seen, let's go back, you can laugh, you can joke, tell me what you been up to and more, let's just go. Still blocking Joey's pathway. Joey: Well, that's a whole story in itself, and one you'll enjoy, but for now, I'm curious why you don't want me to see what's behind that door? Joey looks Chris Wrestling up and down, and sees blood on his white top, and knuckles. Joey: Chris, what the fuck is going on? Chris Wrestling looks at what Joey sees, he quickly panics and hides it, wiping it off and covering it with his jacket. Chris Wrestling: Nothing I gave blood today and it went wrong at first, but sorted now. Joey, curious as ever, looks at Chris Wrestling, looks at the surroundings, looks at the door. Chris Wrestling: Joey, you don't want to push this, it's my business, now let's fucking go! Joey believes him and approves the not pushing the subject, it could do more damage then he wants or needs, so packs in and smiles it off. Joey turns and walks to the car, Chris Wrestling waits a second, watching Joey climb into the car, and he follows, Chris Wrestling climbs into the car and they start up, and drive off, back to the arena, back on schedule, back to the plans. But is there more to the plans in this whole ordeal then what we know? Time will reveal come Showdown, just days away, who will walk out victorious? Edited by The Corporation, Dec 9 2010, 01:53 AM.
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