Bolstering the Red Army

[Madison Cox]

Our scene opens outside of one of the many branches of the Gentlemen's Club Gym in Truth or Consequences New Mexico, the day after Riot 452. Outside we see the remaining members of the club, as well as a number of Vietnamese fishermen enjoying a festive, end of November outdoor bbq. We see Jack and Cactus enjoying a cocktail with a handful of fisherman while Dustin and Seb tend to the pig roasting.

 

Seb: I think we're ready for some of that mesquite.

 

Dustin: On it.

 

Dustin reaches behind the smoke pit to grab an old tire which he quickly chunks onto the flames.

 

Seb: Welcome to flavor country, gentlemen.

 

Seb holds up his glass in a toast to his fellow gentlemen. As the pig continues to roast and the men mingle with their Asian friends, Jack calls them over.

 

Jack: Gentlemen, while our dinner finishes up I believe its time to get down to business. If you will all join me on the promenade deck, I believe Cactus has the evenings entertainment lined up.

 

The members of the club and their Asian dinner guests scurry inside. Once there, we see Cactus standing by a table on a red carpet in the middle of the boxing ring. On the table sits a Halliburton briefcase.

 

Jack: Gentlemen, I welcome you to the den of inequity. To a night of the most mind blowing, hardcore gambling action you can achieve in the western hemisphere. Gentlemen, I give you the game of kings! I give you.... Operation!!!!

 

Cactus opens the case to reveal a standard edition of the board game Operation. The crowd of drunken, Vietnamese fisherman roar with delight at it's sight. Dan Bau music begins blaring over the sound system and a thick cloud of cigarette smoke quickly encompasses the gym.

 

 

ONE HOUR LATER

 

With Dan Bau music continuing to blare from the gym, a limousine pulls up next to the door. A tight shot of the car reveals a pair of gorgeous legs stepping out. As the camera pans up, it reveals none other than the most downloaded woman in OCW history, Madison Cox. With much disgust, Madison grits her teeth and enters the gym.

 

As she opens the door, two chickens run past her feet and a cloud of smoke begins to escape the building. Inside, the members of the Gentlemen's Club are in various states of undress wildly throwing piles of cash around. The men notice Ms. Cox and try to cover anything not fit for the queen's eyes.

 

Madison looked to each of the G Club members, trying her best not to frown. She wondered where the strange aroma was coming from, and then it hit her once she locked eyes on the random fishermen that were among the club. Her eyes burned as she coughed slightly.

 

Madison: I see…

 

Her attention returned to Jack.

 

Madison: I know that I have a weird relationship with all of the men in this room. Nonetheless, you all hold a special place in the Queen's heart.

The fishermen look up. Madison shakes her head at them.

 

Madison: Okay, not you. I have no idea who you people are. Anyway…you all hold a special place in my heart.

 

She returns her attention to the club.

 

Madison: Dustin, I praised you when you arrived to OCW as a former world champion in a different company. I mean sure, being one of the last champions before the doors closed kinda makes the shut down your fault...but still! You're the most handsome guy in the G club! That's kinda like being the Valedictorian of a special education program.

 

The members looked among each other, wondering if that was a compliment. Madison looks to Cactus.

 

Madison: Cactus, your show is a hit. And you're probably one of the most honest guys on the entire brand! A true gentleman. Granted, up until recently I thought you enjoyed the company of men...but that doesn't matter! You can love who you want in the Cox Kingdom. I don't judge you for having some kind of AIDS that someone that looks like Smythe might have given you after being inside of Tank for a weekend. I think a segment with you finally coming out of your diamond encrusted closet would work wonders for you.

 

Cactus: But I'm not…

 

Dustin scratches his beard as Madison turns her attention to Seb.

 

Madison: Mr. Abbot. Sure, we've probably had the rockiest relationship. I mean...you found a hobo and had them poo in my duffel bag before I defended myself by accidentally cutting off that awful facial hair.

 

Seb: ...T-that wasn't the order of things at all.

 

Madison: And yet here I am! Wanting to make amends even after you put your hands on Gretchen.

 

Abbot looked to Cactus and scratched his head.

 

Madison: Lastly, Jack...you've rounded up a group with lots of potential. I mean, you've probably offered fellatio to male security guards more than any Bombshell in OCW history...but you got yourself in the door!

 

Cactus whispers to Seb: But I'm the gay one?!

 

Madison: You will go down as the second greatest manager in OCW history!

 

 

One of the fisherman raised their hands, prompting Madison and the club to look his way.

 

Fisherman: Come on lady. Look at who you manage. That's like saying Bill Belichick would be the best without stumbling across Tom Brady. A chimp could get coach or manager of the year if they stumbled across Dennis Black or Tom Brady when they were just starting out! You two didn't have to mold much of anything.

 

Intrigued, the club look back to Madison who was blinking at the man. She reached into her purse and pulled out a smart phone.

 

Madison: Jack, can you please have this gentleman speak again? I don't understand Asian...or whatever that was. But maybe my phone will?

Seb face palms and mutters: But that was perfect English!

 

Jack stands up and clears his throat.

 

Jack: So..what can we do for you?

 

Madison: War is upon us. My King intends to continue waging a war that will mold our lands for many years....seasons to come. The Red Army is stretched thin like Tank and his mother on rent day, I wish to conscript the aid of Mercenaries...no...Scoundrels with Venereal.

 

Jack: Valor…

 

Madison: Hmm?

 

Cactus: Scoundrels with Valor…

 

Madison: Ah, yes I suppose that makes more sense! Now then, what say you?! Will you help your Queen vanquish The Butcher and ensure that he stays far...far away from The King? Think of how big this will make you? You'll have reasonably homely women practically throwing themselves at your feet.

 

The Gentleman’s club gathered into a huddle and spoke among themselves. Madison waited there impatiently with her arms folded. She said “Oh come on!” when the fishermen joined in on the huddle.

 

Madison: Why are they involved?!

 

The group continued to speak among themselves for several minutes before they all turned to her.

 

Jack: We will slay the Mighty Butcher, and restore him to his racist...drunken ways!

 

 

Jack, The Club, and the fisherman all kneel before the Queen. Madison looks to the fishermen.

 

Madison: But i don’t need them….

Seb: Sure you do! For someone that often has smelled of fi-

 

Jack slaps Seb’s arm and coughs.

 

Jack: We will serve the Queen’s Red Army, over land and sea!

 

Madison nodded: Excellent. Together we can accomplish many great things under me.

 

Seb: I could accomplish many things under you.

 

Madison blinked several times.

 

Jack: We should kiss her hand.

 

Seb: Or her pus...

 

Madison: My what?!

 

Dustin: He meant to say we should all kiss your hand.

 

Madison stepped away as they all looked at her.

 

Madison: I’ll uh..see you guys on Turmoil. Good talk!

 

Before the club members could say anything more, she ran as fast one possibly could in heels back to the limo.

[B-17]

I liked it but...

 

Tank

 

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[S.Abbott]

Snarfed my chocolate milk yo.

[Madison Cox]

Oh there's more...

 

Tune into turmoil.