Shooting at Frank Hart.

by Cotton The Clown September 2nd 2009, 10:05 am

The scene opens and we see Cotton the Clown and his ever-present side-kick/ mouth-piece Candy the Clown. They are sitting on the back of a semi-truck eating sandwiches and drinking cokes. Candy sees the camera and waves.

"How does it feel to be back home?" says a crackling and familiar old voice.

"This is our home right here," Candy says as she pats the bed of the truck. She smiles broadly and looks at Cotton. He starts smiling too. A genuine and sweet smile. "Ain't that right, hun?" she asks punching him lightly on the arm. Cotton nods enthusiastically shaking the truck a little.

"Well, now, that's good ta hear. You got anything else to say to the camera?" Old Jeb asks from behind the camera.

"Yeah, where did you learn to work that camera?"

"Well, darlun, you work for the circus for long enough you learn all kinna stuff." Jeb replies. "But, do you have anything to say to the world or the NLWF now?"

Candy looks at Cotton. Cotton nods. "We just wanted to thank NLWF and Brenton Cyrus and Chuck Matthews and Aaron O'Shea. We had so much fun on The World War Tour that we was thinking of trying to talk Cyrus into doing it for a whole 'nother month. Change the name to WWTW or World War Tour Wrestling. That would have been sweet.

"But, the WWT is over. And we're all glad to be back to the normal schedule. And finally, the whole business is done with Tantrum. Thank "The God." That gets old after a while. Beating the shit out of the same loser every week. That's probably got a lot to do with why Cotton goes batshit insane every week and kills a couple of the losers that were just junking up the roster anyway.

"And speaking of junkies, and losers," Candy says, still swinging her feet in cute child-like way,"This Friday Cotton gets Frank Hart." Candy rolls her eyes in a big exaggerated fashion. "Frank Hart. Tsk tsk. I warned you to stay out of Cotton's way during the tag match. But, of course, you were too dumb to do that. So now, the GOD has seen fit to give Cotton the opportunity to rectify that.

"Since we're on the subject of 'GOD' you had better do one of three things. The way I see it these are your only three options." Candy begins ticking Hart's options off on her fingers.

"One, start praying to 'GOD' right now. And pray your little 'heart' out. Because he's the only one who might be able to help you."

"Two. Run. Far and fast. Run untill you can not run any more. Then, get on a plane and fly far the fuck away from me, Cotton, and the NLWF altogether."

"And last but not least: You better at least bring the Devil if you think of fuckin' with us!"

Candy had jumped down off of the truck at this point. She stalks toward the camera, stabbing her finger forward like a knife to punctuate her words. She is squinting and scowling into the camera. "We. Thought. Frank. Hart. Was. About. Integrity and. Heart." She realizes that she has gone a little overboard with her anger and loosens up just the tiniest bit. "We come to find out that Frank Hart is a washed up, wife beating, drug addict piece of shit! So Cotton will be glad to take you apart this Friday on Fusion."

Candy snorts an ugly sound that is almost like a disgusted and indignant laugh. She says, "Did your wife say that you're strung out on pot?" She chorltes for a minute. "Really?" she asks. "No kidding? Boy you're a hardass, huh?"

Candy assumes a very motherly pose all of a sudden. She tilts a little to the side at her waist, balls one hand up into a fist and puts it on her hip, and the other hand she wags her index finger at the camera. "Now that doesn't mean that marijuana isn't a dangerous and illegal substance, kids. So don't run out and buy some weed 'because Candy said it's not really a drug.' So kids, never take any drugs at all." She winks at the camera.

She starts to walk away.

Then turns back to the camera.

"One more thing, Frank."

"Get ready to: STEP INTO THE SIDESHOW!!!"

Candy walks back to where Cotton is sitting. "Show 'em your new trick," she tells Cotton nodding her head toward the top of the truck.

Cotton springs to his feet and great agility, climbs to the top of the semi-truck's trailer. He turns his back to the camera and plants his feet firmly apart.

The big clown does a double moonsault back-flip off the top of the semi trailer and lands deftly on his feet.

Candy jerks her thumb in Cotton's direction and looks at the camera with a smirk.

{Fade to black}