Post by Shane Trudex on Apr 25, 2008 17:56:11 GMT -6
A black stretch limosine is seen pulling up to the front doors of the hotel in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The long black limo comes to a stop as the engine shuts off. The driver's door opens as a white man, dressed in a black suit and hat, steps out and heads towards the back of the limo. The man opens the door to the limosine and "The Trademark" Shane Trudex, wearing his stone washed blue jeans, Boston Celtics throwback basketball jersey, and dark green bandana around his head, climbs out, talking on his cell phone. The driver shuts the door as two other men from the hotel walk out and start unloading Shane Trudex's bags from the limo. The driver stares at Trudex....his hand extended as if to ask for a tip. Shane Trudex turns while on his cell phone and looks at the man and down at his hand.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Hey, Joe...hang on a sec man.
Shane Trudex stares at the driver and the driver motions his hand like he is waiting for something. Shane simply stares down at his hand then back up at him.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| **Mocks the driver's hand motion** What is this crap?? Are you looking for a handout?? Are you wanting The Trademark to slap you five or something?? Maybe you are drying your hands after you wiped your ass with it. No, no....I know what you want, you want a tip....and you look at Shane Trudex as being a big tipper. Well okay then....
Shane Trudex smiles as he reaches in the back pocket of the blue jeans and pulls out his wallet. Trudex opens it and reaches in...huge smile beaming on his face. The driver just stares with a look of that like a child at Christmas. Shane pulls out a card and sets it in the driver's hand. The driver looks at it as it is a pre-paid calling card. The driver looks a little disappointed as he looks up at Shane Trudex.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| There ya go my man....a pre-paid calling card courtesy of "The Prince of Anarchy"...."The Motor City Machine Gun himself"...."The Trademark" Shane Trudex. **Notices the disappointed look on the driver's face** What?? You don't like it?? Come on man....this is the gift that keeps on giving dude!!! Now you can call someone who gives a damn about your tip and save money in the process. Now take your greasy-headed Morpheus lookin', money-moochin' ass out of Shane Trudex's face. Who styles your hair anyhow?? Morpheus's mama?? **Mumbles** Sorry ass Morpheus look-a-like....tryin' to get a piece of Shane Trudex's fame. Hell if Morpheus was here in front of me right now, I would kick him in his ass so hard, it would make an actual beard sprout out from his face faster than a damn Chia Pet to cover that painted face of his.
The driver walks off and climbs into the limosine as Shane Trudex goes back to business on the cell phone continuing his conversation as he heads into the hotel. The limo drives off as the two men follow Trudex inside with his bags. Trudex and the two men walk up to the service desk and waits for service. Trudex is talking up a storm on his cell phone as the gentleman working the service desk comes into view. The gentleman turns, notices Trudex, and flashes a smile and a wink his way. Shane stands in shock as he notices the gentleman behind the desk, an appearance similar to again Morpheus, as he hangs up his cell phone.
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| **In a femanine sounding voice** Can I help you with something sir or are you just gonna stand there looking sexy with her mouth hanging open??
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| **Says to himself** You have to be fucking kidding me....did I enter the Morpheus version of the Twilight Zone??
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| Excuse me, sir??
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Oh....uhhhh sorry....it's just that you look like someone I know....
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| BARBARA STREISAND!!! Oooo I get that all the time and I tell you I can't hear it enough. All my lady friends are envious of it and it drive's the boys wild.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Mmmmm okay but no....I was going to say you look like a AWS wrestler, the so-called legend that is Morpheus....
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| Ewwwww...that f*g**t!!! Puhhhhleeeaseeee don't insult my integrity sir and I am hurt you would think of me like that. Besides isn't Morpheus like...well you know?? I mean didn't he do.... you know....**leans in close and whispers** the naughty with the Boogieman?? I don't play games like that cause I don't float on that side of the river in my boat if you catch my drift.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Alllrighty then....hard to say what Morpheus does in his spare time....well anyways uh there should be a room already booked for me in the reservations, under the name of Shane Trudex.
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| Trudex?? Trudex?? Hmmmmm let me check on this....I will be just a second.
The gentleman turns and starts looking through a book of reservations on the counter behind him. Trudex turns and leans on the service desk, sliding his hand down his face as he ponders all the Morpheus look-a-likes he has seen so far. Shane raises his head and starts admiring the view of the hotel. Shane then turns and looks down at the book where people sign in when they check into the hotel and one name catches his eye....."JOSIE PLEASURE". Who would have imagined that Josie Pleasure....JP herself....would be staying in the same hotel as The Trademark. One thing is for sure, the night could be very interesting with her being in the building along with The Trademark....the past memories and sinful thoughts coarsing through the mind of Shane Trudex. Trudex stands up some, looks around, licks his lips, and looks back down at the book....noticing the room number 228 beside her name. The desk clerk's voice breaks Trudex's concentration on the book and the idea of possibly running into Josie Pleasure in this hotel.
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| Hellloooo....earth to Trudex!! The space shuttle is ready to dock into the station...Hellllloooo....
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| **Looks at the clerk** Sorry bout that....just dosed off in dreamland there.
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| The Desk Clerk ||:.| I tell you....make someone a superstar and they can do what they want....just ignore the little people here. **Hands Trudex his room key** You are in room 302, please sign in, and enjoy your stay.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| **Signs the book** Thanks I guess....
Trudex turns and heads for the elevator as the two men with his luggage follow. Shane and the two men ride an elevator up to the top floor and walk down to the penthouse suite. When they get to the door, a sign reading "302" is noticeable on the door...Shane pulls out his key and looks at the number on it then unlocks the door. All three men enter the room and the two men set down his bags. Both men extend their hands in high hopes of receiving a tip. Trudex turns, sees this, and without hestiation slaps both men five across their hands with his hand.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| **Ignoring the two guys as he checks out the room** Yeah you both did good in bringing up my bags. You guys deserve a raise or something definately. **The two hotel employees roll their eyes and exit the room** I think I am gonna take a hot shower, order some room service, and lay in bed while I watch some TV. First I gotta unpack my bags and get settled in....sign some autographs for the fans for Animosity. Where the hell is the stereo at so I can listen to some tunes??
Shane Trudex grabs his bags, and tosses them on the bed, and unzips one of them. Trudex pulls out a small stack of pictures along with a marker pen and walks over to the table. He sits down and uncaps the pen, signing his name to the pictures. Shane puts the pen down on the paper and starts to write but then stops. He slowly pulls out the piece of paper that has Josie Pleasure's room number on it. Trudex looks up and stares at the door....pondering the thought. Trudex stands and walks to the door and slowly opens it. Trudex exits his room and takes the elevator down to the 2nd floor. Shane gingerly and cautiously walks down the hallway, the room doors reading 222, 224, 226. Finally Trudex comes to a room, stops, and faces the door. The camera pans up and notices the room reads 228, the room if you all remember is the one that Josie Pleasure is staying in. Trudex rubs his chin with his hand, takes a deep breath, and attempts to knock on the door but hesitates. Trudex tries to knock again but again he doesn't knock on the door, his hand just hanging in the air. Trudex sighs as he slowly turns and walks down the hallway, a thought pondering and concerned look crossing his face as he disappears into the elevator. The scene slowly fades to black as the doors to the elevator slowly closes. The door opens and Josie Pleasure steps out and looks around in her nighty. The look crossing her face as if she felt someone was there for some reason. She enters back into the room and closes the door as the scene fades to black.
