Oiks and Class

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ME NOTE: Got a bit of time and drafted this up as a rough idea of how I see the man. Didn't want to do too much with him without full on bounds of what we want to do with C-Worth (THIS IS WHAT I AM SHORTENING HIM TOO, DEAL WITH IT) is sorted.

The show heads backstage, well not the show itself, as that would be very metaphysical, instead rather the camera crew set-up with the duty of monitoring backstage situations goes live, piping their video to masses inside the arena.

Said cameras find a bespectacled gentlemen backstage standing next to a portly, aging woman. The gentlemen's hair is all astrewn, with a gaunt complexion and stick-like figure. He signals to the portly woman to hand him a handkerchief, wrapping it around his hand.

Man: Ghastly places these arenas, Nanny. Full of the smell of stale sweat and not to mention these places are infested with the lower classes. It's a virtual breeding ground for them Nanny. Daddy used to joke if you dropped a bomb on a football stadium, the markets wouldn't even notice. Such a droll man is Daddy.

Nanny: Yes sir, wouldn't think of us two hanging around with half-naked men now would you Mr. Fotherington.

Nanny giggles to herself.

Mr. Fotherington: Rather not Nanny. Rather not. However, for the greater good Daddy has asked me to meet this Darkstar chappy, he says he's a lark. He must be to have the courage to run such a pedestrian company.

Nanny: Did the Lordship arrange for this meeting Mr. Fotherington?

Mr. Fothering: ARRANGE FOR THE MEETING? Are you insane? We are Fotheringtons Nanny, people arrange around us. Our time is far more valuable than that of a circus ring-leader.

Mr. Fotherington surveys the door before him, Darkstar's office. He snaps his fingers again and Nanny provides him with a second handkerchief.

Mr. Fotherington: Yes, can never be too careful, this certainly seems like a two-er. You just don't know the kinds of people that go in and out of that office.

He wraps the second handkerchief around the same hand and finally knocks on the door. The door is answered by the world famous Work Experience Boy.

WEB: Can I help you?

Mr. Fotherington: Yes, you there, I'm here to see Mr. Darkstar on urgent business could you please let him know that Cecilworth Fotherington is here to see him.

WEB: Well...

Cecilworth Fotherington: Well nothing you little oik, you bloody well do as I say. Fetch Mr. Darkstar at once, we have business to discuss boy.

WEB: He isn't here just now.

C-Worth: The man has abandoned his post? What kind of second rate operation are you running here?

WEB: A wrestling company?

C-Worth: That wasn't a... look, understand that my time is valuable Mr...?

WEB: ...

C-Worth: ...

WEB: Was I meant to say something?

C-Worth: Your name you vagrant! You were supposed to say your name!

WEB: Oh.

C-Worth: Is everyone here as inept as you?

WEB: I consider myself pretty adept.

C-Worth clasps his hands together in frustration and takes a moment to gather his composure once more, less he beat Work Experience Boy to death in a cane related massacre.

C-Worth: When you see Mr. Darkstar could you please inform him that Cecilworth Fotherington, son of LORD Fotherington wishes an audience to discuss his...

C-Worth shudders as he utters the next word. The contempt in his voice can be heard from miles around.

C-Worth: Union issues.

With that the show went elsewhere, perhaps the moon?

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WEB: HOLY SHIT A TALKING JENGA MAN!

[Darkstar]

WEBs real name is Steve Austin. No really. It gives me an excuse for multiple terrible puns in his skits.

Its good, plus I like the idea of C-Worth and J-Rock interacting.

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C-Worth would just keep asking J-Rock about his families money.

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One day later and I still remain as proud as a new father on that adept line.