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TALES OF THE INVISIBLE BACKSTAGE CAMERA: I feel bad for all these people, Jimmie

(THE SCENE: After a STRUGGLE house show, (we have shows y’all don’t know about, honest) ZIPPITY DUDA is alone in the locker room, and he has taken great pains to assure himself that this is truly the case. He’s looked around every corner and inspected every nook and cranny, and when he’s made absolutely sure that no one else is anywhere nearby, he pulls out a Zip-Loc bag, which contains a small vial of liquid and a hypodermic needle.)

ZIP: (nervously) Okay… It’s okay, you can do this. Okay… Just one quick poke, and you’re on your way… Muscles, money, girls… Your mother will stop yelling at you… You can do this…

(Not having any idea what the hell he’s doing, ZIP starts to tie off his arm like a heroin addict, then slowly inserts the needle into the steroid vial, his hands shaking the entire time. Shaking so hard, in fact, that he ends up dropping it, and upon hitting the floor, it shatters, and its contents are immediately soaked into the indoor/outdoor carpet.)

ZIP: (With the despairing tone of a dude who just lost something he had to sell his XBox to buy, because that’s exactly what just happened) Noooo!

(ZIP drops down to his hands and knees and starts trying in vain to salvage whatever he can, when – to his horror – he starts to hear the sounds of an elderly German filmmaker bickering with a maniacal burnout pseudo-journalist; it’s COBRA HIGHWAY!)

REINHOLD KINSKI: Mein GottHow is it zat you have come to arrive here?

ZIP: Look, this is -I mean, I-I-I

RAOUL KEMP: Better keep your distance from that one, Adolf. A junkie without his shit is liable to turn on you like a rabid dog. Give him ten minutes and that boy will become a wild-eyed, slavering brute who’d be thrown into a ditch and poked with sharp sticks if this was a decent society.

ZIP: Junkie!? No, no, no, this is-

KINSKI: It is truly an accursed thing we bear vitness to on zis day. His soul screams in agony. God himself looks down upon zis young man, and he gazes upward toward ze heavens, and he knows. Knows zat he has been chosen by the divine Himself. Chosen to be abandoned.

ZIP: No, seriously, you’ve got it all wrong! This isn’t-

KEMP: C’mon, let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to be the nearest potential victim when this freak’s eyes roll over white and he starts thirsting for blood.

KINSKI: Ve should get some chili dogs.

(KEMP and KINSKI disappear in a cloud of grizzly bear fur and amyl nitrate caplets, and ZIP is very confused. He then sadly starts trying to pick the broken pieces of glass out of the carpet, in order o destroy the evidence before anyone else shows up. As with most things in his life, he fails, as he suddenly smells the telltale scent of Icy Hot and regret – It’s disgraced former world’s champion ACE LA GRANGE!)

ACE: God damn, brother! How is it that you have come to arrive here!?

ZIP: Oh no…

ACE: I mean, things got pretty dark back in the day, but even I never messed around with that shit, brother.

ZIP: (sighing defeatedly) Look… It’s not what you think. That was… I was doing steroids.

(ACE pauses for a moment, as though the hamster wheel in his brain cannot process this information, then can’t help but laugh)

ACE: Ha ha ha ha ha, bullshit, brother! You ain’t on the gas! Look, I spent the entire 2000s on enough gas to fuel a fleet of buses, and that ain’t the body of someone who’s juiced up.

ZIP: It was my first time! Or.. You know… It would’ve been.

ACE: Then why’s your arm tied up like that, brother? You just stick yourself in the butt, or, you know, wherever.

ZIP: What, really? Son of a…

(ACE reaches down and picks up the piece of the vial with the label, then looks shocked.)

ACE: I’ll be damned, you weren’t lying. Brother, what the hell are you doing this for, anyway?

ZIP: Well, you know… To get bigger.

ACE: Brother, you’re a cruiserweight. You’re like four feet tall.

ZIP: i know, I know, it’s just, you know…. My mom

ACE: (in a very serious tone) Brother, be honest with me… Are you trying to bulk up to beat up your mom?

ZIP: No! It’s just, you know, she just doesn’t respect me, and I thought that if I could win more matches…

ACE: Really? Hell, brother, you don’t need muscles to kick ass. Well, I mean, you do, but not asses as small as the ones you’re trying to kick. Come on, brother, I’m taking you under my wing.

ZIP: Do what now?

ACE: Look, brother, I’m a former world’s champion. If there’s one thing I know, it’s kicking asses professionally. And trust me brother, taking the kinda shortcuts you were gonna take is no good. Sooner or later, you’re gonna end up all messed up, like I did, or like Rockin’ Roland or Alex Kane or Damien Nova.

ZIP: Who’s Damien Nova?

ACE: Aw, brother. Probably the biggest “never was” in the history of Tri-State Area Wrestling. Huh… Heard he just got outta prison, come to think of it. Wonder what he’s up to…

NEXT TIME: We find out what he’s up to.

TALES OF THE INVISIBLE OMNIPRESENT CAMERA: Pain Management, Corporate Takeovers, and That Other Thing

(THE SCENE: Shortly after the events of the previous episode, In the back yard of the suburban home of STRUGGLE Pro Wrestling legend YUMIKO LA GRANGE, where she and teammate JEZEBEL GRIM lounge at poolside.  The ground is scattered with the spent plastic remnants of at least a dozen Otter Pops, “Police in Helicopter” by John Holt can be heard coming from a late 1990s-vintage portable boombox, and while official Invisible Backstage Camera policy discourages exposing wrestlers engaging in illegal activity, there is what is clearly a big ol’ blunt resting in an empty flower pot conveniently placed nearby, and it is fairly obvious that the two are high as fuck, you guys.)

JEZEBEL: Man, I just thought of something crazy…

YUMIKO: Oh god.

JEZEBEL: No, like… There’s been a lot of sexy-ass people in the world, right?

YUMIKO: Dozens, one would assume.

JEZEBEL: Like, you know, there’s been Sean Connery, and Marilyn Monroe, and like, fuckin’ Denzel…

YUMIKO: Right.

JEZEBEL: And you know, fuckin… Elvis and Brad Pitt, and Flo from those Progressive commercials…

YUMIKO: An unexpected choice, but I can see it.

JEZEBEL: And like, fuckin’… What’s his name, the dude that played Captain America…

YUMIKO: Chris Evans. Is there a point to all of this?

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TALES OF THE INVISIBLE OMNIPRESENT CAMERA: MASTERS AND APPRENTICES

(THE SCENE: The Hoss Dojo training facility, out on the edge of town, right past where the old Walmart (the one full of feral dogs) is located. The makeshift tag team of SKIP LEGDAY and CAPTAIN STRUGGLE have come here seeking advice on their upcoming WAR PARTY 2021 match from veteran OL’ ROSS GRACIE, but he is nowhere to be found. Extremely loud snoring can be heard from behind the door to Hoss’s office, and it is extremely awkward.)

SKIP: Soooo… Uhh… Do you think we should leave, or…?

STRUGGLE: Five more minutes.

SKIP: Bro, you said that five minutes ago.

STRUGGLE: I drive fifteen minutes to get here, we wait another five.

SKIP: I dunno, maybe we could just leave for a while and come back or something. It’s a thousand degrees in here.

STRUGGLE: Hoss say it build character. Allegedly.

SKIP: Well, I’m at least gonna go outside for a minute.

STRUGGLE: Hm. Probably a good idea.

(The two turn around and start to leave, when all of a sudden, the office doors fly open, and OL’ ROSS GRACIE appears, brandishing a double barreled shotgun.)

HOSS: ALRIGHT YA GODDAMN BUSHWACKIN’ RATTLESNAKE MOTHERFUCKERS! TRYIN’ TO ROB OL’ HOSS ARE YA? I’M GONNA FILL YOUR HIDES SO FULL O’ LEAD, YOU’RE GONNA SHIT PELLETS FOR A WEEK!

SKIP: HOSS! Stop, it’s us!

STRUGGLE: (Yells something in Japanese that I couldn’t decipher, due to being extremely monolingual, but based on my knowledge of body language and tonality, it was just filled to the brim with cusses)

HOSS: What? Aw hell, sorry boys. Ol’ Hoss ain’t got his glasses on. I remember y’all. Scoop Lindsey and his young son, Colonel SANDERS, right?

PICTURED: Colonel Harlan Sanders.

SKIP: Bro! You could’ve killed us both!

HOSS: What? Aw bullshit, this thing ain’t even loaded!

(HOSS pumps his shotgun several times, ejecting a shell onto the dojo’s dirt floor every time.)

HOSS: Huh. Well whaddaya know? Anyways, important part is that it ain’t loaded now, at least. I think. Anywho, what brings you two here?

MEANWHILE…

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