Post by Jodi on Oct 1, 2018 22:19:30 GMT -8
We see a close up on Jodi Obrien, one of the newest signees if IPW, who is holding a camera taking pictures of something off screen. Her phone rings.
Jodi: Dad! I am an icon... yes... an Iconic Pro Wrestling Icon!... Huh? What do you mean you never heard of them? Yes! Yes of course it's a big deal. It's a rising company and I get to be a part of it. This is a place I can really get involved and you know... make a name for myself. You won't have to keep working at the fish market anymore. Your baby girl is going to bring home the bacon! No... not literal bacon. Money. Bringing home the money. TO spend on BACON! The expensive kind too... Yep! We had hard times, Dad. But no more. ... Huh?... What am I doing? Now? Um, i'm cooking a stew. Yeah... a... stew! What? You don't believe me? Why? No I'm not taking pictures of homeless bum crack heads again, Dad. I don't want to get in trouble with the police again... You know me better than that... what's in the stew? Um... beef, potatoes, turnip er, um.... AHHH YOU GOT ME!! I'm taking pictures of filthy dirty gross bag bums! (Laughs) Everybody needs a hobby. Some collect coins, some make puzzles, mine just happens to be photography... of dirty homeless gross people.
Jodi starts chuckling as she is taking pictures of a drug addict hobo with a needle stuck in her arm, no further than 4-5 feet away from her.
Jodi: Oh Dad, I'll see you soon. Don't get killed going to work today. Yes... yes... yes... I KNOW! I won't hurt myself in the ring. I'm an IPW ICON now! YO JO! See ya dad. Love ya.
Jodi puts her phone in her shirt and starts taking pictures of the woman again. When suddenly a big tall cross eyed black man full of tattoos walks up behind her.
Man: Why you be taking photos of my girl, bitch?
Jodi: Oh man. That's too funny! This is your girl friend. Can i take your picture. Actually would be too much to ask for you to lay down on the sidewalk next to her and pretend to be all high and scared for her life... I mean... you're clearly high as a kite so whose "pretending"?
Jodi laughs as the giant man picks her up by the shirt.
Jodi: What the hell!!
Man: Bitch, I can get me all kinds of gack for this camera.
Jodi: Hey, I'm a wrestler, friend. Like the real deal. And I can't be seen getting beat up by some over sized crack terd. So let me go or else...
Man: Or else wha-
Before he could finish his question, Jodi blows him in the stomach with her elbow. And smashes his face on her knee. As he lays there passed out. She starts taking pictures of him. She sees him slowly blinking as he grabs a switch blade from his vest. Jodi sees this and slowly backs away from him.
Jodi: Hey, if you have thirty bucks, doubt it, but if you do come to a IPW Chaos show here in Cali. You will get to see me fighting all kinds of dirt bags... If not... um... good luck with being gross and stuff...
Jodi sprints to her car dragging her tripod with her. She speeds off as the scene fades.
Jodi: Dad! I am an icon... yes... an Iconic Pro Wrestling Icon!... Huh? What do you mean you never heard of them? Yes! Yes of course it's a big deal. It's a rising company and I get to be a part of it. This is a place I can really get involved and you know... make a name for myself. You won't have to keep working at the fish market anymore. Your baby girl is going to bring home the bacon! No... not literal bacon. Money. Bringing home the money. TO spend on BACON! The expensive kind too... Yep! We had hard times, Dad. But no more. ... Huh?... What am I doing? Now? Um, i'm cooking a stew. Yeah... a... stew! What? You don't believe me? Why? No I'm not taking pictures of homeless bum crack heads again, Dad. I don't want to get in trouble with the police again... You know me better than that... what's in the stew? Um... beef, potatoes, turnip er, um.... AHHH YOU GOT ME!! I'm taking pictures of filthy dirty gross bag bums! (Laughs) Everybody needs a hobby. Some collect coins, some make puzzles, mine just happens to be photography... of dirty homeless gross people.
Jodi starts chuckling as she is taking pictures of a drug addict hobo with a needle stuck in her arm, no further than 4-5 feet away from her.
Jodi: Oh Dad, I'll see you soon. Don't get killed going to work today. Yes... yes... yes... I KNOW! I won't hurt myself in the ring. I'm an IPW ICON now! YO JO! See ya dad. Love ya.
Jodi puts her phone in her shirt and starts taking pictures of the woman again. When suddenly a big tall cross eyed black man full of tattoos walks up behind her.
Man: Why you be taking photos of my girl, bitch?
Jodi: Oh man. That's too funny! This is your girl friend. Can i take your picture. Actually would be too much to ask for you to lay down on the sidewalk next to her and pretend to be all high and scared for her life... I mean... you're clearly high as a kite so whose "pretending"?
Jodi laughs as the giant man picks her up by the shirt.
Jodi: What the hell!!
Man: Bitch, I can get me all kinds of gack for this camera.
Jodi: Hey, I'm a wrestler, friend. Like the real deal. And I can't be seen getting beat up by some over sized crack terd. So let me go or else...
Man: Or else wha-
Before he could finish his question, Jodi blows him in the stomach with her elbow. And smashes his face on her knee. As he lays there passed out. She starts taking pictures of him. She sees him slowly blinking as he grabs a switch blade from his vest. Jodi sees this and slowly backs away from him.
Jodi: Hey, if you have thirty bucks, doubt it, but if you do come to a IPW Chaos show here in Cali. You will get to see me fighting all kinds of dirt bags... If not... um... good luck with being gross and stuff...
Jodi sprints to her car dragging her tripod with her. She speeds off as the scene fades.
