Chokeslam Page #7
- Year:
- 2016
- 102 min
- 54 Views
It was you that day, wasn't it?
Ah!
Tell me the truth!
- Gah!
- Tell me!
God!
Uh!
Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
What happened to you last night?
Yeah, sorry.
Yeah, I should've said goodbye.
I actually had this really
weird nightmare, burning hot
bacon fat all over my face.
- What?
- Got all deformed. Stupid.
I had a good time last night.
Have you seen Luke?
I've been calling him,
and we have stuff to do,
and he's nowhere to be seen.
Have you seen him?
No.
What?
Nothing.
Jesus.
Did you get that from wrestling?
No, I didn't.
Why are you being weird?
Then what is it from?
He confessed, Corey.
He's the one that shouted
at you from the bikes.
What?
I'm sorry, did you...
Did you beat it out
of him or something?
He's not your real
friend, Corey.
He's only helping you
because he feels guilty.
That sounds familiar.
What-okay, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Why are you mad at me? He's-
who do you think are
you are, coming back here and
meddling in my life?
He's my friend, okay?
Look.
I know about the
psychiatric hospital, okay?
What, did Evelyn tell you that?
No, your mom.
You went to my mother?
She came to me, okay?
Oh, you're unbeliev-
you're unreal!
I didn't know, Corey.
If I knew, I would've come back.
I didn't need you
to come back, okay?
I don't need you to
come save me, all right?
It was a stress clinic, okay?
And my mom checked me in there,
because she's crazy, and you
know that, and I was there for a
total of 48 friggin hours.
Well, your 'friend' is
the reason you fell.
Why do you think I was up
there to begin with, hm?
You said in the hospital
that it wasn't because of me.
Yeah, look, I know what I said.
Okay?
I don't know if I was up there
and I was going to jump.
I don't even know.
I don't know what
I was thinking. All right?
Except for some really dark
sh*t because I was 18 years old
and you broke my heart.
Cool. Yeah, okay.
Well, I have the
biggest match of my life,
so I don't know how I'm
supposed to do that if-
get over yourself. Just get over
yourself, all right?
myself over and you definitely
weren't worth all of this.
I'm done. I'm not
thinking about her anymore.
I'm not thinking or talking
about her every again.
Not one more moment after this
talking and thinking about her.
That's it.
That's the last one.
Hey.
Hey.
You've still got me
and if you want to
start seeing me
regularly, again,
we can arrange that.
Okay, so, I explained
everything.
Are you sure you're okay here?
Absolutely, yeah.
Okay.
All right.
Yeah, so, you know, just don't
unplug this cooler at all.
Ever. Day and night
leave it running and
don't eat the jelly salt,
that stuff is disgusting.
If I put my hand right here.
No! No! No!
Don't! Don't! Don't!
I'm just kidding. I'm kidding,
Corey. Kidding. Kidding.
Ha-ha-ha. That's the no-hands
zone. Okay. All right.
You be careful. She's a tricky
devil, don't lose a limb.
Good luck.
Plan b, you're fighting Horatio.
Okay, what about the
guy in Cleveland.
He made me shave his back.
Never mind.
Why are you so tense?
Just, it looks like a sellout.
Yeah, well, I had to show
watanabee you're a global draw.
Just do what you do best
and we're set for life.
Look, I know that Japan
is important to you...
This is everything
you've ever wanted.
I went out and I got it for you.
Is this because of him?
Because if it is,
I don't know whether I
should be angry or laugh.
Yeah, wait, uh, yeah.
Hey, jan?
Is this the right baguette?
Malcolm, now you know you can't
come barging in here like this.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for bringing the
groceries, like I asked,
very nice of you.
On your way now.
Ah, well, you're
welcome, Ms. Swanson.
Mm-hmm.
See you, Corey.
See you.
Bye-bye now.
Bye.
How about that? Just
negotiated you a signing bonus.
Right there. Two minutes.
What do you think Swanson
was up to in that time?
Look, I appreciate
all your help.
I do, and I want this Japan deal
also, but could you just like
give me some space?
Just have a lot on my mind.
Well, excuse me for trying
to better our lives.
Let's just talk after
the match, okay?
Let's be clear,
I got you this opportunity
and I can take it away.
Oh, really?
What? You think I
don't deserve my due,
after all the sh*t
I put up with handling you?
Holding your hand in rehab.
Getting you on a reality show.
Building up your wrestling
credentials only to have you
start having feelings
again for some pathetic little
waste of skin.
I appreciate all that
you've done for my career.
Thank you.
Your career?
Mm-hmm.
What about us?
It's like that is it?
Fine.
Hey.
Hey.
You know how I've
been trying to...
I feel like sh*t, man,
and I just wanted you to
win one. You know? Just once.
You know, get the girl.
I should've apologised
for the billboard.
Everything.
I'm sorry, bud.
Okay?
Cool.
So you're not going
to the big match?
No.
I saw through the
window you were eating.
You know?
What are you eating?
Hot chocolate for my boys.
All right.
This is ridiculous, Janet.
We can't do this anymore.
- Mr. Kirby, really, you can't-
- no, no, Janet. Please. Enough.
Why the hell aren't
you at that match?
- Malcolm, this isn't-
- now I know this isn't my place.
I know you're not my wife.
He's not my son.
I'm just the friendly
neighbour, right?
Yeah, well, I'm the friendly
neighbour who has been nailing
your mother for
the last 11 years.
Classic.
Hey, Malcolm.
I knew that.
You did?
Yeah.
Why do you think I keep asking
for earplugs for Christmas?
Oh, my word.
Okay, good.
And her opponent
from the netherworld,
weighing 300 pounds, 'merciless'
mordecai.
You can't sit here eating cereal
and expect to be with that girl.
I don't expect to
be with the girl.
The girl is never
going to be with me.
Okay? I tried,
so why bother anymore?
Okay.
Okay, let me get this straight,
she's gone, forever,
and you're back
working at the deli-
forever.
Are you good with that?
He's right.
That creepy old man, who's
nailing your mom, he's right.
You're wrong.
Yeah! Woo!
Now's the time!
Things going
bad to worse for smasheena.
Come on, guys.
She's getting her ass kicked.
Corey, you've got
to do something.
Mordecai living up to his name,
showing smasheena no mercy.
Locks in the "crab,"
this could be it.
Oh.
Oh, this smells like ass.
Oh, this is disgusting.
Oh.
Hey, buddy. Playing a
little bit of dress up?
Oh, god.
Oh, you're a bastard.
You put mordecai in
the ring with her, man.
Don't think I don't know you're
What is wrong with you?
Someone's got to feed the
beast and she's made a poor,
poor career decision.
Yeah. No, totally. You know,
but she's sheena, right,
and she's like really hard
to deal with sometimes.
I was really hoping
things would get physical.
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