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Date Posted: 00:01:48 09/19/00 Tue
Author: The OutLaw
Subject: OutLaw Radio continues... (Bock, Damm, & Jackson)





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Bill Bendix: ...elcome back to the number one rated Bill Bendix Show. With my guest, the one and hopefully only, ...OutLaw. We've been discussing how he got swerved by two chicks, his very own manager Rachel Winston. Now he finds himself next Wednesday in a rematch of sorts with Sebastian Bock for the very Falconer title that Rachel Winston now carries. A match he says he will NOT attend. I gotta ask ya buddy, and don't take it the wrong way, ...but are you afraid of Bock?

The OutLaw: (Snickers) Afraid? Afraid not. As a matter of fact, the only thing that I'm afraid of is when I see Bock's wasted more air time for one of his Robin Leach wannabe moments, to go on yet another unoriginal, repititive rants about me and Rachel. For cryin' out loud, the only creative thing that empty nut sack has ever done, is attempt to speak the english language. Jeez, the pinhead supposedly went to college! And he talks like he has a set of sweaty balls in his mouth... hheeeyyy!

Bill Bendix: Okay. Okay. I don't want to hear about Bock's balls. So you really aren't going to show?

The OutLaw: Nope! I've said it before, I am not interested in the Falconer title. On the other hand, I hear Rachel's gotten rather attached to the belt.

Bill Bendix: (Laughing)Dude, you are cold! Cause Ms. Winston's in serious trouble, cause I don't think she can count on Stacey Lynn Jordan for help this time. With the split in the Circle and all.

The OutLaw: (Laughing) Aawwwwww...

Bill Bendix: (Laughing) Oh. It was a really good idea for the Circle to recruit you. You're a real team player! (They both laugh) Let's go to the phones... Okay Miami, Florida you're on.

Listener: Hey Bill. Love your show! Hey OutLaw! Love watchin' ya. Bill, I think I've figured out the OutLaw's problem in the SWA. Lack of respect!

Bill Bendix: Good point. Both Bock and Damm spoke some serious smack about the OutLaw. Has this had an affect on you OutLaw?

The OutLaw: Y'know I hadn't realized it till Damm opened his mouth. When I made comments I kept loose, cause I had no issues with him, and see him doing some lame schtick at a steak place, reliving moments of when he wore cowboy suits as a kid. That's what bothers me, this putt heads do these lame bits about "the Outlaw", as some western motif thing. Huh? Since when? I don't wear spurs or a hat, I don't say " I reckon". I'm the OutLaw, cause I never followed rules, and that is what the fed heads referred to me as.

But instead, I'm looking at Priss Ma'am, living through another clairol moment and doing bad western jokes. Obviously the OutLaw has been sleeping on it, if I gotta put up with this crap, and Bock's same old bits every time. So, yeah, I think it's led to me being a little distant of the fed.


Bill Bendix: Hmmm... I hadn't thought of that. Pasadena, you're on...

Listener: (Old man) You're evil!

Bill Bendix: (Both laugh) Ppffffttttt... He's evil?

The OutLaw: (Laughing) I think he means you.

Listener: No, you!

Bill Bendix: (Laughing) Okay, just why is the OutLaw evil?

Listener: He can't be trusted. And now that witch Rachel Winston has him in with that den of fornicators, the Circle.

Bill Bendix: Uh, what about that OutLaw?

The OutLaw: I don't think I'm evil. Evil is being made to sit through a Cock, Skylar "Boring @$$" Thomas, "The Beagle" Mopey Jackson, or Prissy Ma'am bit. Now that is evil! But hell, I don't think trust is ever an issue with me. I don't ask anyone to trust me. I never put anyone in a position that they have to trust me. I've always done what I wanted, and will keep doing that. If that makes me evil, then we are living in an evil nation.

Listener: Did you see the way that Winston lady sits on the Circle logo, like she's riding a broom. She is a witch, and she is evil. Just like that Circle...

Bill Bendix: Ooookay! I think you have Rachel Winston confused with the OutLaw's former manager. We'll be back after these messages.





Rachel Winston pulled up into the front of a very large house in Honolulu Hawaii, on the north shore. Frankly she was stunned. With the OutLaw's image, she expected a considerably smaller, run down abode. The house was amazing, multiple car ports and cars, private beach in the back, and... Suddenly it occurred to her, the OutLaw had made an awful lot of money and never really seemed to spend any. Seems the OutLaw just never seemed to feel the need to flaunt his hard earned wealth.

Rachel stepped out of her rented Mercedes and walked to the front door. She noticed another rental car, a Ford or something, and went to knock on the front door. The door pushed open. She walked in cautiously, in a large room she found the OutLaw was seated, being barraged by a GWA film crew. The OutLaw wasn't talking, as they continued to seek answers about his showing up. The crew suddenly looked up and focused on Rachel Winston in the doorway. The OutLaw looked up, then looked back at his t.v., set on the GWA channel. Rachel called the OutLaw over, he looked back, and just rolled his eyes. Rachel jumped up and down imploring the OutLaw, all the while trying to maintain a little English composure for the cameras. After a heavy sigh, he got up and walked over to her, telling the camera to stay.

The two talked for a bit, Rachel very animated, pleading... After a few minutes the two walk back to the cameras. Rachel smirking...



The OutLaw: (Hestantingly) ...Hmmmm... Okay Cock! Unlike you, I am not going to waste anyone's time with little flowery pointless bits, about wealth or whatever. Okay, you say your rich. Okay, you said you were a bi-polar manic depressive. Or was that last week, when you were shooting for sympathy? What I'm getting at it, is I really don't give a rat's @$$ about anything you've got to say. Cause I don't believe you. You say you're going to kick my @$$? I don't believe you. You say you're a talented wrestler? I don't believe you. I've seen you in action. You say you were a collegiate stand out? I don't believe you. I've heard you speak. You hated Rachel being on top of you? I don't believe you. I've seen your porcelain doll of a chick.

Bottom line skippy, I am going to roll into Wednesday. And we're gonna dance. And I gonna introduce you to a neck breakin' good time, when I slap the Widowmaker on you. No spiffy bits about how much you suck wind, as much as you blow it out riffing on your imaginary talent in the ring. Just a simple statement. I'm going to walk down that ring, cause those butterflies in your gut to kick up, and make you yet another anal shoe holder for yours truly! Cause you whether you like it or not skippy, you get to live with the indignity of going into the record books as the guy who lost the Falconer title to a non wrestling woman!

G@d you suck!!!


Rachel: Gentlemen, you can leave now!



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