08-30-2023, 11:54 AM
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A Long Time Ago
In an Arkansas far, far away…
Off Camera
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John Wright is a very sad, sad, poor excuse of a human being. His long stringy oily haired appearance is a turn off for the Bible-belt area in Arkansas, most of whom think he is some hoodlum, not just for his appearance but also due to his not very upstanding behavior in the community. It is a shame because Mr. Wright was once a fine young man in high school, he wasn’t exactly a scholar. He made straight F’s and the only reason he passed was because of his athleticism; he was the absolute best wrestler in high school and the school, who only gave a damn about their sporting success, made sure his poor grades were overlooked. Hooray for the public education system! John Wright wanted to continue his wrestling success, seeing as that was the only avenue towards success that he had, so he went off to college at the University of Arkansas (go Razorbacks!) and tried out for their wrestling team. Of course the talented grappler made the squad with relative ease and, just like in high school, his piss poor grades were overlooked and at times outright ignored so he could continue to help the Razorback Wrestling Squad succeed.
Alas as the good book says, if you are not careful you will fall into temptation and sin. John Wright was no exception to that rule. Had he just maintained his focus on wrestling then perhaps things could have been different? Perhaps things could have worked out had he just did exactly what he did in high school; be a horrible, dumb student and just floated by on his incredible wrestling skill? Nevertheless, that isn’t happening now. Poor Mr. Wright got caught up in what most students get up in when they move away from their comforts and protections of home and into the unsafe and unprotected world of wild college life: partying, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. This is what brings our boy Johnny to his wrestling coach’s office this evening. Wright sits there in a chair watching as his muscle headed, buzz cut haired coach, Clinton Hudson, paces back and forth in an impatient, upset fashion, taking the occasional moment to stop and glare at his star athlete with the nasty eye.
“Wright, you done fucked up this time!”
“I swear I did not fuck your daughter again, sir!”
“I didn’t fuck literally, I meant it figuratively you dumb son of a…” he stops pacing and tilts his head to one side “...wait, you fucked my daughter?!”
“Uh, did I say fucked? What I meant to say is that your daughter has incredible luck!” John smiles, hoping Clinton will buy it. No such luck. Clinton smacks him upside the head.
“That was for banging my daughter like a salvation army drum you piece of crap!”
“Sorry, sir.” Wright says apologetically. “Next time your daughter and I decide to have wild, animalistic sex in your bedroom while you’re gone, we’ll ask permission.”
“Damn right you will.” Clinton growls. “But that’s not why you done fucked up.”
“Oh…is this about when I fucked the school president’s daughter?”
“You did?” Clinton smiles, almost as if he is impressed. “I actually admire that boy.”
“Thank you sir!”
“But no…”
“No?”
“No…remember what I said? This isn’t a literal fucking. You fucked up figuratively. Myself and many of the higher ups at this institution have been busting our asses to cover YOUR ass whenever you make a mistake. And you wanna know why we do that?”
“Because you believe in the importance of a quality education?”
“No, dipshit. We want to win national championships and YOU, Johnny, are a golden ticket to an NCAA National Championship! You had the absolute lowest GPA in high school.”
“Huh?” John says in a surprised tone. “I’m great at Grand Theft Auto!”
“That’s GTA, ya moron! GPA is Grade Point Average, and your grades in high school stunk! But the University of Arkansas fought like hell to get you here anyway. We had hoped that maybe there was some brain lurking around in that thick skull of yours.” Coach Hudson shakes his head. “No such luck, I’m afraid. Turns out you are STILL dumb as a box of rocks. But you were in luck, you were such a damn fine wrestler that the University of Arkansas was hell bent on making damn sure your grades were ignored. We passed you on to make certain you could still win us championships. Hell, I even took a damn test for you!”
“Thank you, sir!”
He smacks him again. “That wasn’t a compliment, numbnuts! Anyway, that was just problem number one you created for this institution. We covered your ass. Then it got worse. As you’ve pointed out, you have been banging anything that walks on two legs and is female. Shit, I think you banged a sheep once.”
“It was just the one sheep!” Wright insists. “I was curious!”
“You indeed are a ladies man, Johnny. You’re real lucky their boyfriends didn’t whip your ass. Lucky or maybe you just had this fine institution watching your back? But then, as usual with you, you continued to fuck up even worse. Imagine my surprise when the Dean of the College came to me and informed me that a Mr. J Wright was dealing meth, crack, and cocaine?”
“But I was told it was legal.”
“Who the hell told you that shit was legal?!”
“The drunk hobo who lives under the bridge.”
“Jerry?!” Clinton asks. John nods his head. “Jerry thinks this is the year 5059 and that he is the God Thor and this is Asgard!”
“He seemed like a reasonable enough guy to me.” John Wright says. “He says Odin gave him the authority to legalize meth, crack, and cocaine and I thought Odin sounded like a good source of authority.”
“You are a moron!” Coach Hudson smacks him again. “Which probably explains why you stripped naked in front of the college president!”
“My friend Dogulas double dog dared me!” John insists. “And you can turn down a dare but never EVER a double dog dare!”
“Look, Johnny,” Clinton shakes his head with disgust “the bad grades, being a sex fiend, trafficking drugs, and stripping naked in front of school officials we can all ignore all for the sake of winning a championship. But then you broke the one sin we cannot forgive!” He gets up in John Wright’s face. “YOU WORE A MOTHER FUCKING LSU JERSEY TO CLASSES ON SPIRIT WEEK YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH!”
“But I like the colors!”
“This is a Razorback school and we do not support those Louisiana Losers!” He points to the door of his office. “You are officially expelled, Mr. Wright! Now get your Louisiana loving ass out of my office!”
John Wright quickly stands up. “But Coach, please! Give me a chance to redeem myself!”
“No! No more chances!” Clinton shakes his head. “You broke the cardinal rule…NO supporting the LSU football program! Now LEAVE!”
John Wright has finally screwed up one time too many. He has made too many mistakes and there isn’t anyone else willing to save him. He turns and walks out of the office, believing his wrestling career has sadly ended. What else is there for him? He could get into professional wrestling? As a former high school and collegiate wrestler…REAL wrestling!...he would have a leg up on those fakers! Or maybe there are other avenues? His pal, Douglas, is connected to a small non-denominational church in Mt. Judea, Arkansas, a congregation that recently lost its pastor. And his pal from under the bridge, Jerry, did suggest starting a religion might be fun?
A Long Time Ago
In an Arkansas far, far away…
Off Camera
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John Wright is a very sad, sad, poor excuse of a human being. His long stringy oily haired appearance is a turn off for the Bible-belt area in Arkansas, most of whom think he is some hoodlum, not just for his appearance but also due to his not very upstanding behavior in the community. It is a shame because Mr. Wright was once a fine young man in high school, he wasn’t exactly a scholar. He made straight F’s and the only reason he passed was because of his athleticism; he was the absolute best wrestler in high school and the school, who only gave a damn about their sporting success, made sure his poor grades were overlooked. Hooray for the public education system! John Wright wanted to continue his wrestling success, seeing as that was the only avenue towards success that he had, so he went off to college at the University of Arkansas (go Razorbacks!) and tried out for their wrestling team. Of course the talented grappler made the squad with relative ease and, just like in high school, his piss poor grades were overlooked and at times outright ignored so he could continue to help the Razorback Wrestling Squad succeed.
Alas as the good book says, if you are not careful you will fall into temptation and sin. John Wright was no exception to that rule. Had he just maintained his focus on wrestling then perhaps things could have been different? Perhaps things could have worked out had he just did exactly what he did in high school; be a horrible, dumb student and just floated by on his incredible wrestling skill? Nevertheless, that isn’t happening now. Poor Mr. Wright got caught up in what most students get up in when they move away from their comforts and protections of home and into the unsafe and unprotected world of wild college life: partying, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. This is what brings our boy Johnny to his wrestling coach’s office this evening. Wright sits there in a chair watching as his muscle headed, buzz cut haired coach, Clinton Hudson, paces back and forth in an impatient, upset fashion, taking the occasional moment to stop and glare at his star athlete with the nasty eye.
“Wright, you done fucked up this time!”
“I swear I did not fuck your daughter again, sir!”
“I didn’t fuck literally, I meant it figuratively you dumb son of a…” he stops pacing and tilts his head to one side “...wait, you fucked my daughter?!”
“Uh, did I say fucked? What I meant to say is that your daughter has incredible luck!” John smiles, hoping Clinton will buy it. No such luck. Clinton smacks him upside the head.
“That was for banging my daughter like a salvation army drum you piece of crap!”
“Sorry, sir.” Wright says apologetically. “Next time your daughter and I decide to have wild, animalistic sex in your bedroom while you’re gone, we’ll ask permission.”
“Damn right you will.” Clinton growls. “But that’s not why you done fucked up.”
“Oh…is this about when I fucked the school president’s daughter?”
“You did?” Clinton smiles, almost as if he is impressed. “I actually admire that boy.”
“Thank you sir!”
“But no…”
“No?”
“No…remember what I said? This isn’t a literal fucking. You fucked up figuratively. Myself and many of the higher ups at this institution have been busting our asses to cover YOUR ass whenever you make a mistake. And you wanna know why we do that?”
“Because you believe in the importance of a quality education?”
“No, dipshit. We want to win national championships and YOU, Johnny, are a golden ticket to an NCAA National Championship! You had the absolute lowest GPA in high school.”
“Huh?” John says in a surprised tone. “I’m great at Grand Theft Auto!”
“That’s GTA, ya moron! GPA is Grade Point Average, and your grades in high school stunk! But the University of Arkansas fought like hell to get you here anyway. We had hoped that maybe there was some brain lurking around in that thick skull of yours.” Coach Hudson shakes his head. “No such luck, I’m afraid. Turns out you are STILL dumb as a box of rocks. But you were in luck, you were such a damn fine wrestler that the University of Arkansas was hell bent on making damn sure your grades were ignored. We passed you on to make certain you could still win us championships. Hell, I even took a damn test for you!”
“Thank you, sir!”
He smacks him again. “That wasn’t a compliment, numbnuts! Anyway, that was just problem number one you created for this institution. We covered your ass. Then it got worse. As you’ve pointed out, you have been banging anything that walks on two legs and is female. Shit, I think you banged a sheep once.”
“It was just the one sheep!” Wright insists. “I was curious!”
“You indeed are a ladies man, Johnny. You’re real lucky their boyfriends didn’t whip your ass. Lucky or maybe you just had this fine institution watching your back? But then, as usual with you, you continued to fuck up even worse. Imagine my surprise when the Dean of the College came to me and informed me that a Mr. J Wright was dealing meth, crack, and cocaine?”
“But I was told it was legal.”
“Who the hell told you that shit was legal?!”
“The drunk hobo who lives under the bridge.”
“Jerry?!” Clinton asks. John nods his head. “Jerry thinks this is the year 5059 and that he is the God Thor and this is Asgard!”
“He seemed like a reasonable enough guy to me.” John Wright says. “He says Odin gave him the authority to legalize meth, crack, and cocaine and I thought Odin sounded like a good source of authority.”
“You are a moron!” Coach Hudson smacks him again. “Which probably explains why you stripped naked in front of the college president!”
“My friend Dogulas double dog dared me!” John insists. “And you can turn down a dare but never EVER a double dog dare!”
“Look, Johnny,” Clinton shakes his head with disgust “the bad grades, being a sex fiend, trafficking drugs, and stripping naked in front of school officials we can all ignore all for the sake of winning a championship. But then you broke the one sin we cannot forgive!” He gets up in John Wright’s face. “YOU WORE A MOTHER FUCKING LSU JERSEY TO CLASSES ON SPIRIT WEEK YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH!”
“But I like the colors!”
“This is a Razorback school and we do not support those Louisiana Losers!” He points to the door of his office. “You are officially expelled, Mr. Wright! Now get your Louisiana loving ass out of my office!”
John Wright quickly stands up. “But Coach, please! Give me a chance to redeem myself!”
“No! No more chances!” Clinton shakes his head. “You broke the cardinal rule…NO supporting the LSU football program! Now LEAVE!”
John Wright has finally screwed up one time too many. He has made too many mistakes and there isn’t anyone else willing to save him. He turns and walks out of the office, believing his wrestling career has sadly ended. What else is there for him? He could get into professional wrestling? As a former high school and collegiate wrestler…REAL wrestling!...he would have a leg up on those fakers! Or maybe there are other avenues? His pal, Douglas, is connected to a small non-denominational church in Mt. Judea, Arkansas, a congregation that recently lost its pastor. And his pal from under the bridge, Jerry, did suggest starting a religion might be fun?
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