"So lemme get this garbage strait....an' Correct me if I'm wrong...but you shitheels want to make the Chuckles cam into a reality show?"
One of the suits goes to speak but is cut off fast as the clown continues his rant.
"You want to take the most dangerous psychopath is sports entertainment...follow him around with a Camera crew while he gets into all kinds of misadventures in mayhem....and you think you'll be able to sneak that onto a prime-time spot?"
"Basically yes.." One of the executives manages to spit out.
"Are you High!?" Chuckles asks " Even if I wanted you to ##### out my image to a bunch of no-brainer couch monkies....There's no way the things I do on the day to day are going to ever be allowed on TV....well maybe Fox.."
"Are you kidding, Mister...ehrm...Chuckles? The public today..."
"Are lining up to watch some fat redneck kid named Honey Boo Boo make a mockery of humanity. They drool for shows about Louisianan Gator hunters and morons fishing with their fists. They loose brain cells watching a bunch of people locked in a house with one another. So...unless you're gonna lock me in some room with Deas and call the show Chuckles kills a douche...I'm going to pass."
Chuckles starts to stand however the executives speak up as two rather large security guards make their way into the room.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You are under contract with the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance and, as a result, until that contract lapses they own your likeness in all media and entertainment related ventures."
Chuckles face twists into a sneer as he holds his coffee mug out for a piping hot refill before sitting down.
"That a fact? So who's the asshole who decided to sign my life away?"
The executives plaster fake smiles across their faces
"We're not at liberty to say, nor do you have any right to know. They may tell you, they may not. All we're here to tell you is that starting now...you're the star of your very own reality show."
"Listen..." the Clown says "I have a Tag Match with a partner I've never even seen face to face...and while I like the cut of his jib and the fact he's a stop-at-nothing bastard like myself...I already have to worry that he's going to stop the bloodbath that is my return to the ring. I mean will I win? Of course I will. I've shown the WORLD last week that I CHOOSE to loose, no one chooses for me. I am the MASTER of my fate...Not Judas, Not that Arab rage machine, not anyone!"
"Except us...and HWA Management." The second suit says with a smirk on his face.
And that's when Chuckles smiled again.
"So we're rolling?"
Chuckles asked as the two men nodded. What happened next was a blur of violence. Chuckles, before anyone could see what he was doing, splashed his piping hot, steaming cup of Coffee into one of the guards faces Before the second could react the Clown was on him, hands wrapped tight around the throat of the Executives would-be muscle. Chuckles lifted the man and slammed him into the plaster wall so hard it caved in around the poor guard. Chuckles then grabbed the screaming burn victim and tossed him onto the table the two execs happened to be sitting at.
"Take a CLOSE look at that mans face...and when you're done explaining that to his family...you take a second to realize just what kind of SHOW you'll be enjoying. And I swear to whatever god you pray to....that if you ever insult me or try some pathetic attempt at Intimidation....I'll make that look like the kind of dream you wake up from rockin' a boner! CHOW b###hES!"
Chuckles said, slamming the door so hard the frame shook as he left. As the hired goon screamed and screamed the executives looked to one another.
"What the hell did we just do?!" The first asked.
"Just created a hit TV show..." The second replied.
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