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« on: May 14, 2015, 05:53:49 AM »
« edited: May 14, 2015, 05:55:22 AM by Stone Cold Conservative »

The Setup:

It is currently the seventh year of President Hillary Rodham Shilling, Republican of Illinois.  Originally elected in 2008 running of a platform of "bringing America back together" in a time of economic peril and political corruption under the Democratic administration of Augustus Donnelly, the moderate Republican incumbent now finds herself the target of a corruption probe into misallocated RNC funds as well as allegations of illegally wiretapping political opponents.  As well, the Republican Party is coming off the heels of a landslide defeat in the 2014 congressional elections as public sentiment was rallied against the party in the wake of a year rife with strike repressions, anti-war demonstrations, controversial Supreme Court decisions, the paranoia over the Chimera outbreak in the Northeast US, and the beginnings of a second recession just a few years out of the widely mocked "recovery" in late 2010.
At first Shilling's brand of moderate Republicanism was welcomed widely by the US Population as a bulwark against "the lunatic left fringe" that was becoming more powerful in the Democratic Congressional Caucus as well as a check against the "radical right" in her own party.  However, as time went on with millions more Americans living on welfare assistance and the filthy rich only getting richer, working class and middle class Americans only became more and more skeptical.  Efforts by the Republican controlled Congress to weaken the National Healthcare Service passed by the Democratic 105th Congress to reduce the deficit and restore business confidence were widely opposed by the population as Democrats accused the GOP Congress of trying to "kill national healthcare".  The results of which was a strong Democratic wave, seeing the Democrats put up 45 net seats in the House and 7 seats in the Senate, bringing them up to 204 seats in the House and 45 in the Senate.  Both short of a majority but enough to cause Republicans and the Administration worry.
The 2012 Election saw a brief resurge in Republican popularity as the economy recovered and the RNC went about an extremely nasty campaign against Democratic candidate Sherrod Brown for his support of left wing governments in Venezuela and Columbia and accusations that he supported "full tilt nationalization" of the banking industry and even Wall Street.  At the same time, the openly pro-choice Brown was linked with anti-abortion forces within his own party after a series of gaffes from pro-life members of his party in competitive races in Indiana, Missouri, and Pennsylvania thus rallying pro-choice voters to the Republican ticket (despite the fact that more than a few Republican politicians are themselves very pro-life, a number that even includes Shilling's own VP John Thune of South Dakota).  Such gaffes did not affect Brown's eventual demise, only winning 165 Electoral votes, though it did hurt Democrats downballot among suburban voters as only three net seats were gained in the House and they actually lost a seat in the Senate.
And then 2013 and 2014 happened.  Government shutdowns, conflict arising in the Middle East, violent left wing uprisings in the UK in protest of the "austerity" policies of the Conservative government, the outbreak of the Chimera virus throughout Central Europe, revelations of extrajudicial killings of American citizens in US States by the government with no regard to Constitutional rights, and declining absolute wages for the sixth year in a row and less professional level employment available for college graduates than at any time in US History, and the abuses and corruption of the Shilling Administration were all shaping 2014 to be a Democratic year.  All told, at the end of the day the Democratic Party claimed a net gain of 81 seats in the US House and 11 seats in the US Senate, brining them up to 288 US House Seats and 55 US Senate seats, the strongest the party had been in Congress since 2002.

However, the news of the party's victory in 2014 came with some bittersweet news.  Democratic National Committee Chairman Donald La Rousse, former US Representative from California and the architect of the 2014 landslide, announced his resignation only a month after the elections citing personal health reasons.  La Rousse would die only a couple weeks later.
In the wake of his resignation the position of Chairman was split between three senior members of the DNC until such a time when a suitable replacement could be found.  Five months later, in May 2015, the search is still ongoing as the party is in a mad panic to find someone who will be a suitable replacement to La Rousse and help build up the party's image and standing against Shilling's Republican Party.  Tensions are high in the meeting room of the DNC, as factions within the party battle for supremacy at the head of the table.  Some want a reserved pragmatist who can pull moderates and independents to the Democratic party in the wake of Shilling's corruption scandals.  Yet others want what some pundits call "a mad dog populist" who will put the banking industry's toes to the fire and demand action.

However, few were ready for Bernie Sander's unconventional choice from the party's past. . . . . . . . . .
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« Reply #1 on: May 14, 2015, 06:34:07 AM »

DNC Committee Meeting
May 14th, 2015:

The Honorable Joseph P. Kennedy II presiding:
Well, months of deadlock, and here we are.  Anybody got any great ideas?
Timothy Debs: Well I got plenty of them, but you probably don't like any of them.
Kennedy: Tim, I don't think it's time we start playing into people's perceptions of the radical left.
Debs: Yes, and your course has obviously gotten us very far, right?
Kennedy: Well, I mean the course that La Rousse paved out for us wasn't that bad was it?  Nor was it full of radical appeals and overly zealous grandstanding for the sake of appearing morally superior.
Debs: Yes, but he at least had a spine and pressed the issues that mattered.  Or have you forgotten that it was largely off of economic concerns that we actually won this year.
Sanders throws down his pen, fussily.
Sanders: Enough damn it!
The other two leaders look over at Bernie Sanders of Vermont.  Cranky, old aged, Jewish, the US Senator from Vermont since 1995 knew a lot about adversity as well as sticking up for your principles.  Elected in 1995 in a pretty Republican state, Sanders managed to win election after election despite his extreme views.  Of course, Vermont started trending Democrats as early as the mid 90s and became more lean Democratic starting in 2008.  Still though, pretty impressive given his socialistic appeals and standing.
Sanders: Might I make a suggestion?
Kennedy: Sure, what of it?
Sanders: Okay, it's (redacted to build suspense)

University of Montana
Political History Symposium:


At the front a 6'5" man in glasses with silvery hair was pacing around gesturing to the slides up on the wall.  The hair was long and majestic and had hints of the red that used to be.  It was obviously dyed to, as an old person with red hair could tell you old red hair does not look that nice.  So too had his stature diminished, as bouts with cancer and old age had eroded much of his muscle weight, diminishing him from a well fed 260 lbs to only 175 at age 65.  Now at age 69, it appeared the cancer was dead with no signs of returning.
Still though, Scott Westman hardly had a good night's sleep since his original diagnosis back in September of 2010.  For a man who had faced many trials in his life, it was by far his scariest.
But for now, it was just getting through this current lecture.  So far he had to sit through twenty minutes of some of the most boring lectures by fellow Masters of History (supposedly) before he finally got to his topic: Contemporary Politics of the late 20th century.  One of his favorite subjects, he supposed, largely because he had such a hand in what happened back then.  While it certainly felt great to talk about the good old days at length and it brought back very warm memories, Scott Westman knew in his heart that he would never trade the tranquil life away from the public eye and away from the demons of his past for that kind of life again.  He was a much happier and much peaceful man now on the verge of 70 than he was in his late thirties and early forties.
He turns back towards the auditorium and commences speaking.
Westman: Let me bring you all back to speed on what we were talking about last week.  As you all know the late 80s and early 90s were a time of great political shifts in attitudes on both sides of the aisles due to the September Sixth Attacks.  It was around this time that the first attempt at a grand civil libertarian alliance between Democrats and Republicans was attempted by me and my late friend Thad O'Connor.
Westman looks down for a second.
Westman: Current events certainly do remind myself of the past, as both parties are struggling once more with both their identity and their political positioning.  To a lot of you this may sound redundant, "aren't those the same Scott?"  Well I can tell you, from my own history with the Democratic Party, it is far from the same and often times at odds.  Many have considered them proud liberals and advocated conservative positions to get more support.  And vice versa.  This is an observation that can be observed throughout American History.
The door opens as an elderly man with short silvery hair makes his way to the back.  Westman notes him, and smiles.
Westman: Anyway, it was around this time, the late 80s, when we see the first attempts of a Democratic strategy to establish strength in the heavily Republican upper New England area.  At the time many laughed at us, noting atrocious turnout trends in Vermont and Maine among Democratic groups as well as the strength of moderate Republicans in those areas.  This was true at first, until a little known Burlington councilman by the name of Bernie Sanders was able to oust incumbent Republican Senator Lawrence Coventry from his seat running off of a platform of unified public utilities and support for, of course, my land tax plan.
Sanders laughs to himself.
.. . . . .

Thirty Minutes Later:
Most of the crowd has left as Sanders walks up to the front and embraces Westman.  Though actually a few years younger than Sanders, Westman had come onto the national scene at an earlier time and arguably had one of the greatest political acumen at the time of his career in Washington and later as Governor of Montana.  The way his career ended was sudden and the finality of his retirement those many years ago left no doubt in anyone's mind that the former Governor was done with the game.
Which made what Sanders was about to do so difficult.
Westman: Old friend!  How are ya?!
Sanders: Very very good!  Are you having fun talking to these old cranks and idealistic naïve youngesters!]
Westman: Oh you bet!  Wouldn't change it for anything in the world!  Except maybe a lodge near Flathead Lake and some weed.
Sanders: Really?  The divorce left you that broken?
Westman: You didn't hear?  That woman took me to the woodshed and back!  And to celebrate she ran for Governor and won!  The audacity of that woman!  It's like she was adding insult to injury!  How are things going in the Senate and in the DNC?
It was then that Westman noticed the Secret Service Detail near the door.
Westman: Those guys had better not be here to see me Bernie.
Sanders knew there was no pulling the sh*t over on Westman, so he just looked him in the eye.
Sanders: Lookit, the crew up at the DNC has been discussing alternatives for the new Chairman.  I figured now is as good a time as any for-
Westman puts up his hands in protest.
Westman: You know what?  Just stop.  Just stop it.  When I said I was retiring I meant that for good.  I am not one of those weathervaney people who suddenly jumps back in when the times are good.  You are wasting your breath.
Sanders laughs.
Sanders: Maybe, but could we at least have lunch?  I am starving.
Westman shrugs.
Westman: Yes sure, as long as you are paying.
Sanders: What?
Westman laughs.
Westman: Bernie, I ain't exactly rich no more.  Seriously, do you ever watch the news?  And you are a US Senator?!
Sanders playfully slaps Westman.
Sanders: Shut up.  Do I look like I'm full of cash either?
They both look at the Secret Service agents.
Westman: Just charge it to the DNC.  They'll pick up the tab.
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« Reply #2 on: May 14, 2015, 09:39:40 AM »

Who else has been killed off to the passage of time? Just O'Connor?
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« Reply #3 on: May 14, 2015, 11:36:11 AM »

Who else has been killed off to the passage of time? Just O'Connor?

Oh there's a list alright.  It wouldn't be a proper tragic story, would it?
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« Reply #4 on: May 14, 2015, 12:28:42 PM »

Who else has been killed off to the passage of time? Just O'Connor?

Oh there's a list alright.  It wouldn't be a proper tragic story, would it?

Certainly not. Looking forward to it.
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« Reply #5 on: May 14, 2015, 12:53:19 PM »

Great so far, Mecha.
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« Reply #6 on: May 17, 2015, 10:07:08 PM »
« Edited: May 17, 2015, 10:12:39 PM by Stone Cold Conservative »

At a nearby bakery:

Westman pulls out a vapor smoker and takes a puff.  Sanders looks on in shock.
Westman looks back at him.
Sanders: You are smoking again?!
Westman laughs.
Westman: Bernie Bernie, lighten up would ya?  This is not the same as regular smoke!  You see?  No smell no tar.  Only the nicotine and vapor.  It can't kill me.
Sanders: That's what they all say.  Next thing you know you will be coughing up a lung.  Besides didn't you just survive cancer?
Westman: Yes, of the liver.  I can't drink any more, what the hell else can I do?  Besides sex, at this age I can't really get it up anymore.  Shit, it must have been years since I last lain with a woman.
Sanders: Really!?  You?!  Scott Westman!?  Years?!
Westman sighs.
Westman: Old age is a freaking bitch man.  Let me tell you what, that freaking chemo really destroyed my libido.  Just freaking destroyed it.  I'm shocked I haven't grown breasts or some shit yet.
Westman takes another puff.
Sanders: Yikes, sounds horrible.  Would you be offended if I told you you were a shadow of your former self?
Westman laughs.
Westman: Medical technology these days man.  They can give you a fake liver apparently.  Sadly, you can't drink shit through it.  Could be worse.  I could have gone through my second divorce again.  That woman man, she took me to the shed and back.  Turned me off to marriage for good.  First divorce was okay, I just lost $50 million.  Second divorce?  Man I was already on my way to the poorhouse before that!
Sanders: That's all very fascinating Scott.  Now-
Westman pushes aside Bernie's left hand with one of his one.
Westman: SHush!  I ain't done yet!  You came here and you wanted to talk to me, well you are going to have to listen!  How bad do you want me Bernie?  How bad!?
Sanders nods.
Westman: That bad!  Well good!  Anyway, I have managed to survive this long with Fake Liver and Irritable Bowel Syndrome so I think I should be good to go for a few more decades.  Father Time may have kicked my ass royally, but he has not put this old son of a gun out of business just yet!  You know what would though?
Sanders: What?
Westman groans.
Westman: Putting my three kids through graduate school.  That's what.
Sanders: You have kids in school?  I thought they had all gone past that?
Westman chuckles.
Westman: You kiddin?  Peter is on his last year at Stanford pursuing his Masters in Medieval Architecture or some bullshit.  Paul, after spending a few years at home, has suddenly decided to quit his bar job and start working towards a Masters in British Architecture or some bullshit.  And Anna?  Hahahahahahaha, that girl is still a freaking babe man.  In her last year at Montana U man!
Sanders seemed shocked hearing that.  Scott Westman, 69 years old, still had a child who had not graduated from undergrad.  Of course he thought back and remembers that Anna was born in like late 1992, so that made some sense.
Sanders: So, I guess that Caroline hasn't been keeping in as much contact anymore?
Westman laughs.
Westman: You would think right?  Well, according to the agreement she had them until they turned 18 or some shit and left me with the bill.  Both of those boys, totally feeling all of it on the pocketbook.  That is why I'm taking on some of these extra gigs man.  Regular Master's coursework is not enough to pay for all of this shit even with what little I have left of my stock savings and selling the Flathead Estate.  Dear god, why did I sell that place?!  It was the most amazing place ever, wasn't it?
Sanders doesn't remember ever being invited to Westman's Flathead Lake Estate.  Westman usually just brought over women he was going to bed and his dope buddies in the past.  Hell, Thad O'Connor practically lived there on and off during the year and a half he was unemployed.
Sanders: I wouldn't know Scott.  Lawrence Coventry really seemed to like it though, didn't he?
Westman scoffs.
Westman: Jesus, you are not actually bringing this up are you?  Lookit pal, Coventry had some of the meanest dope on the planet Earth!  I almost gave up one of my illegitimates for some of that!
A waiter comes by with a couple of baskets and sets them down in front of Westman and Sanders.  Sanders had the Roast Beef Supreme with two pickle spears on the side.  Westman had a Vegan Master with two celery sticks.  Westman nods and hands the waiter a tip.
Waiter: THank you sir.
Westman: DOn't mention it.
As the waiter walks off Sanders looks back at Westman shocked.
Sanders: Shocking.
Westman: What?  I tipped the guy, so?
Sanders: That was entirely civil of you!
Westman: No it wasn't.  In the past I would've tipped him more than his daily earnings likely.
Sanders: Yeah while giving him the shit for not allowing alcoholic beverages on site.
Westman laughs.
Westman: Well I got a freaking fake liver now!  That is not something I'll ever be askin, will it?
Sanders nods again.
Sanders: True, true.
Westman: Do you have any idea how freakin' painful it feels?!  TO never be able to drink again!?
Sanders: I can't imagine.  I've only been doing it for the past two decades.
Westman: Fuck you, asshole!
Sanders: There's the old Westman I know and love.
Sanders savors the taste.
Westman: You actually like that shit?
Sanders: Please don't call my sandwich shit.  It creates a disturbing mental image that makes me gag.
Westman: Well I'm sorry but it is.  That sandwich tastes like cold dick.
Sanders: (inadvertently) How would you know!?
There is an awkward silence between the two.
Westman: Are you going to lay your shit on now or did you just waste a bunch of freaking taxpayer dollars just to sit down and witness a one man comedy act while eating your freaking roast beef supreme?  Lay it on me and lay it on me think Sanders!  Why should I even consider this!?
Sanders puts his hands together.
Sanders: Well for starters, the job comes with full education reimbursement.  Enough to pay for all three of your kids' college.
Westman: Spoiled rotten kids.  Thinking they deserve to go through the best twelve years of their lives or something!  You know back in my damn day it only took seven!  What's wrong with kids these days!
Sander: I don't know, must be all that weed they are smoking.
Westman: Quiet you!  Both of my boys are responsible!  Sure they may smoke a lot of dope, but their grades so far have given me a lot of hope.  Daddy never had a problem with a little dope.  Maybe everyone else would have better children if they weren't so tied up with all of that paranoia about reefer having kids!  Sheyit man, at this rate Shilling might as well ban farts and orgasms!
Sanders buries his face in his hands, laughing his ass off.
Sanders: I. . . . . can't. . . . . . . fuckin. . . . . . do. . . . . this!
Westman: Okay fair enough, full reimbursement for my kids' colleges.  However, how does that beat a 30 hour workweek with premium rates for special appearances and speeches?
Sanders leans back and sizes Westman up.
Sanders: Well, you get to be the boss.
Westman nods.
Westman: Nothing wrong with that at all son.  I get sick and tired of all these young'un bureaucrats thinking they can lock me in an office the size of a supply closet.  I want a big ass office with big ass windows and a decent balcony for me and my smokes man.
Sanders: And oh yes. . . . . . .the secretary has got the most amazing rack!
Westman: Son, I am softer than a deflated bicycle wheel.  Explain how that helps me out nowdays?  I couldn't pull a hammer if I wanted too!
Sanders: You could get some Viagra.
Westman: And feel like my blood pressure is about to explode out of my dick!?  Hell no.  I'd rather be limpless.
Sanders: That makes no sense.
Westman: What?
Sanders: "I'd rather be limpless"?
Westman: What?
Sanders: "Limpless" kind of implies something that is erect, no?
Westman: What?
Sanders: So you wouldn't like Viagra but you would rather be limpless?
Westman: What?
Sanders: Stop damn it.  I mean that taking Viagra would make you limpless.
Westman: But what am I going to do with this thing?  Seriously?  I mean, back in the day I could throw some serious ball around, but now?  It's Derringer quality at best man.
Sanders: Okay, forget the hot secretary damn it!  She wasn't going to screw you anyway!  How about 20 weeks of paid vacation?
Westman's ears light up.
Westman: Okay deal!
Sanders seems shocked.
Sanders: So, you weren't really interested in political considerations, or why we were interested in you, or . . . . . . .
Westman: Weren't you listening?  I'm poor damn it!  I'll take any position better than this one, that's for sure!  Half of those retards sleep through my lessons anyway!
Sanders: Wow okay.  Now, this doesn't mean you got the position.  We will need to hold a vote.  However, with a good enough PR campaign and a lot of money you can triumph over the alternatives.
Westman: "Beat the alternatives"?  What?
Sanders: Various faction infighting.  Cannot agree to change the lightbulbs on the foyer much less what direction to take the party.  I floated you as an alternate to both.  THey didn't necessarily seem enthused but they got how you would be a real good Chairman at this time given the backlash against Shilling and the class war debate.
Westman: Fine.  Just let me pack my bags.
Sanders: What?
Westman: Well you said it yourself, we need a good PR campaign.  If I am there in person it is easier to make a direct appeal.  You can't really get by nowdays with a remote campaign, can you?  Have you learned anything from 2012?  Jeez.  I'll see you at the airport.
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« Reply #7 on: May 17, 2015, 10:25:29 PM »
« Edited: May 17, 2015, 10:27:38 PM by Stone Cold Conservative »

Westman's House:

Scott Westman has a bag open and is putting some clothes in it when a 5'10 auburn hair young woman in her early twenties walks in and pecks him on the cheek.
Anna Westman: Hi daddy!
Anna Westman was Westman's youngest child.  She was also the last child he had with Caroline Kennedy.  The incident of her conception was almost an accident, the result of a drunken night of passion between the about to be divorced couple at Westman's Flathead Lake Estate.
That Westman didn't have any more children after that was something of an anomaly given the prolificacy of his seed.  On top of his known children several former lovers have made claims to have born his birth children over the decades.
Westman: Listen I'm going to be gone for a few days.  You need anything, you call Carl, alright?
Anna: Sure thing.
Westman is headed toward the door when he remembers something.
Westman: How could I forget!
He goes to his bedside table and picks up a photo of a redheaded woman who looked to be in her late thirties.  Inscribed on below the photo were the words "To those who have loved and lost much, we have only the road ahead."
That's what I told myself the first two years.  After that it seemed to be just meaningless bullshit.  THe author of that quote had no idea what he went through a decade later.
Of course she didn't, she had said that before the illness took her.

Westman looks at the picture, and gives it a faint smile.
Westman: Well, Brea, it looks like you were right all along.  No matter how hard I try, it always catches back up with me again.  Time to get back on the road again.
Westman walks off, stuffing the bedside picture into his bag.  On the back was inscribed With Much Love, Your Eldest, Brea.  September 11, 1998.
A decade before the illness took her.  The last of the good times, arguably.
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« Reply #8 on: May 17, 2015, 10:39:37 PM »

This is awesome. Great work.
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« Reply #9 on: May 18, 2015, 11:40:31 AM »

Missoula International Airport:

Scott Westman arrives and sees Sanders waiting near the security checkpoint with a group of Secret Service men.  Looking around, Westman checks to see if there are any hidden press agents.
Westman: Whew, you guys really planned this out good.  I guess nobody was expecting a trip all the way out here!
Sanders: More likely they didn't anticipate that one of our choices would be you.  Hell, most of them probably think you are dead.
Westman grimaces.
Sanders: Sorry, just straight shooting here.
Westman: I am younger than you, Senator Brontosaurus.
Sanders: Yes, but at this age who is keeping count anymore?  Let's save the cute and funny remarks for the plane ride shall we?
Westman: Fine, Senator Ass Wipe.
Sanders just raises his eyebrows sardonically while the team moves towards the checkpoint.  Waving out their badges, Secret Service clears them through the checkpoint.
Hehehe, Secret Service does have some benefits after all.
Westman: What the hell was that?
Sanders: What?
Westman: They just waved Secret Service through!
Sanders: So?
Westman: I thought they scanned everybody!  Where the hell is the transparency and openness about our nation's security?  I thought the Shilling hacks were all about that?
Sanders: Just shut up and move damn it.  I want to make it to the airplane on time.
Westman: You mean we are flying Economy?
Sanders: Yes.
Westman: You didn't even have the decency to get me a damn private jet?
Sanders: We at the DNC believe in watching costs carefully as well as not giving the impression of elitism.  If I had brought the private jet to pick you up the right wing media would be all the way up our asses for hypocrisy.
Westman gives an impressed shrug.
Westman: Fair enough.  Maybe we'll meet Brock Lesnar on board.
Sanders: Who?
Westman: Oh nevermind.  Probably wouldn't interest an old fart like you.
Sanders gives Westman an implied facepalm.
Sanders: Remember, just because that is vapor doesn't mean that you can smoke it on the airplane.  In fact, I would hide that somewhere in your carryon bag.  Security sees you with it they will flip one.
Westman opens up his bag and puts the vapor in it.
Sanders: Alright, here is the gate.  We got seats 12E and 12 F.
Westman: Jesus, you weren't kidding about Economy Class, were you?
Sanders: No I wasn't.  I don't joke about anything.
Westman: Well, I at least hope one of those seats is an aisle seat.
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« Reply #10 on: May 18, 2015, 07:14:52 PM »

On the plane

Westman and Sanders find seats near the end of the aisle.  Settling back on the chair, Westman lets out a sigh.
Westman: God, how does anyone sit in these things?  It's tiny!
Sanders: Well, people gotta fly somewhere don't they?  Can't complain too much.
Just then there was a loud voice near the front.
Loud voice: You gotta be kidding me Paul!  Economy class!
"Paul"Sad Brock!  Relax!  It is just a temporary budget cutback!  Corporate doesn't want us wasting too much on First Class-
Just then Westman sees the huge dude walk through the separator curtain between First Class and Economy Class.  He recognized him well.
Brock Lesnar: I am the damn New World Order/World Championship Wrestling Undisputed Champion!  I deserve the First Class goddamn it!
Westman: Holy shit!  Holy shit!  Holy shit!  IT'S LESNAR!
Paul Heyman: Lookit!  They said that after the next buyrates for the PPV they would reconsider!
Lesnar: Not good enough goddamnit!  You realize that means I have to sit with these stupid hicks!
Several passengers start cussing and booing Lesnar.
Man this is some real good heat.  I wonder where the camera phone is in the crowd?
Lesnar flips off a small child.
Lesnar: Yeah fuck you!  Fuck you you little asshole!  I am the goddamn Undisputed champion!  I demand a First Class seat!
A stewardess comes from up the front.
Stewardess: Sir, I am sorry but your company booked you in economy class!  Quit swearing and just enjoy the flight!
Lesnar reaches out for the stewardess when he is stopped by a tall dude with a very muscular hand.
Lesnar looks across at the man with some disdain.
Lesnar: Paul Barrett.
Barrett: Just sit down Lesnar.  It's just a seat damn it!
Lesnar throws his hand away and just glares at the man.  Westman jumps up between them, pushing the two men apart.
Westman: Well settle down you two big dudes!  Come on, just for this ride man!  I mean nobody like this shit, do they!?  HEY DO ANY OF YOUR PEOPLE ENJOY SITTING IN THESE CRAMPED SEATS!  I MEAN DAMN IT DO YOU!
Loud murmurs of agreement are heard in the cabin.
Westman: I certainly would like more room if I am paying $350 damn it!  And that is all the way to DC!
Westman puts his hand to the side of his mouth and mouths "IT'S AN ACT!" to the stewardess.  She nods and just goes about her business.
The chaos settles down as Westman takes his seat in the second seat from the aisle.  To his immense shock, Lesnar sits next to him.  Lesnar, still steamed, takes a moment and offers a hand to Westman.
Lesnar: Look, sorry I flipped out.  The schedule this time of the year is just so stressful and I need my sleep.
Westman looks at him incredulously.
Westman: Hey pal!  I know all the tricks of the trade!  You don't have to cover to me man!  I know you are just setting this up for the next PPV!
Lesnar looks at him with irritation.
Westman: Just tell me where the cell phone was that took video of the entire thing.  I mean damn, I heard about impromptu acts, and this was truly one of the great ones man.  Amazing way to build heat by having someone video you calling Missoulans a bunch of hicks man!  I must hand it to you you are the best at that!
Lesnar looks very frustrated.
Lesnar: That was real damn it!  Didn't you see that!
Westman: Yes quite a setup too I tell you.  COme onto this plane voicing outrage over "last minute changes" with no cameramen around.  Kudos my friend, my hat is off to you.
Lesnar: Whatever.  Just let me sleep and we'll be alright.
Westman: Hey, so I thought I would just ask you what is it like, wrestling in the ring?
Lesnar: Well, it is very hectic and very tiring.  You have to be in the top shape.  It is not all "fake" like everyone says.  A lot of energy is burnt and a lot of muscles are sore by the end of the day.
Westman: Oh really?  You remember that much about it?
Lesnar is fuming.
Westman: Well I mean, you wrestle what, every six months or so?  Shit there are many things I forget in that time period.
On impulse Lesnar grabs Westman by the back of his head and shoves his face full force into the tray on the back of the seat in front of him, rendering him unconscious.
Lesnar: Motherfucker!
Sanders looks over at him.
Lesnar: He went to sleep!  SO will you if you don't mind your own business!
Sanders nods, before commenting.
Sanders: For the record, THANK YOU.
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« Reply #11 on: May 20, 2015, 06:57:34 PM »

For the record, this is non-canon.  A lot of details are similar to the other timeline, but to allow more creative freedom (ie I decide to change the past because I find it more interesting) I have decided that this isn't a direct sequel to Part II.

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« Reply #12 on: May 20, 2015, 09:01:47 PM »

Back in '68
Montana State Penitentiary
Warden's Office:


Through the doors a 6'6" well muscled white guy with red hair is pushed through.  Clad in prisoner coveralls and with fresh bruises from where a baton hit him in the face while resisting arrest at a protest, the defiant Scott Westman stood before the Warden with a defiant look in his eye.
Fuckin anti-war activists.  I would love to just line them all up against the wall and shoot them.
Warden Charlie Davato must admit that he was actually a little intimidated by Scott Westman.  Usually a lot of these losers he arrests are real wimpy looking motherfuckers who are just a hair taller than his sister.  This Westman dude though?  Damn, he was one tough looking bastard.  He believed the reports that Westman sent a police officer to a hospital, might've just knocked him out cold with his bare hand.  This was one hardass mick who he would not mess with unless he was in chains and surrounded by armed police officers.
But damn, this tough bastard had hair like a girl.  He probably even straightened it too and shit, the damn f****t he was.  He really didn't get how young women (and in Westman's case, girls) fawn over shit like this.  Hair down to his shoulder blades, shit, if he saw Westman from the back he might mistake it for a woman he would love to fuck.
Don't get any wrong ideas though.  I ain't no f****t.  I don't do crazy queer shit like making soup of some guy's insides.  No siree.  Don't get any ideas here.
He opens Westman's file and starts glaring at him.  What kind of 23 fuckin year old college student wastes their life away getting involved in this shit?  I mean, this guy was supposedly studying to be a Bachelor's in History.  I wish I had a fuckin Bachelor's degree.  I don't get paid near enough to enjoy this shit.
Davato snorts.
Davato: Please, take a seat. . . . Westman.
Scott Westman takes a seat.  Davato seems surprised by his straightforward approach.  By the reports of the arresting officers this one was a real live wire, supposedly threw one of the guys through a fuckin storefront window.
Davato: Mr. Westman, I'm assuming you know why you're here?
Westman: Do I look like a fuckin moron?  Of course I know why I'm here, you fuckin fascist!
Westman spits on the ground.
Oh, there he is.
Davato: Lookit pal!  We got certain rules and standards for you to follow!  I know you don't like being in prison, nobody does!  You probably even think you are in here for bullshit reasons.  I am usually not in the mood of entertaining hippies and shit.  But for some reason, you got tried in a court of law and put behind bars for the next 18 months.  That sucks.  The important part now is learning to live to deal with that.
Westman looks at him with incredulity.
Westman: You think this motherfuckin act is winning my heart over pal?  I've seen this shit before!  You think you can just buy my confidence like that!?
The warden looks back at him and comments.
Davato: You better watch your damn mouth, son!
Davato looks at Westman's file.
Davato: Aww here we go: Scott Augustus Westman.  Sounds Catholic.
Westman: Yeah no shit asshole.
Davato: What kind of Irish name is "Westman" anyway?
Westman: I don't know asshole, why don't you tell me?
Davato: Age: 23.  Height: 6'6".  Weight: 225 lbs.  Marital Status: Single.  One daughter.. . . . . . age 4.
Westman: Yeah what's it to you asshole?
Davato: Nothin, I'm just wondering what a single father is doing causing nothing but problems in society.  Don't you want to be a good role model?
Westman: I didn't come here for no fuckin lecture-
The Warden comes out of his chair and practically lunges at Westman.  He gets within inches of his ear and starts talking.
Davato: Listen shithead, anytime you want to raise hell I will be ready to pounce your ass.  You just say the word and I will be five feet up your ass!
Westman laughs.
Westman: I really don't go for that, Warden.  You are going to have to get your kicks some other way.
The Warden laughs.
Davato: Well, enjoy your stay, Mr. Westman.
Westman gets up and walks out of the room.  As he does, one of the fellow inmates asks after him.
Julio Rodriguez: Hey you there! What did you and the Warden talk about?
Westman turns back towards Julio.
Westman: He said he is really craving some asses.
Julio: No shit?
Westman: Well he didn't really have to say anything.  Fuckin queer was practically salivating over me.
Julio: Damn bro!  I wouldn't get on his bad side if I were you!
Westman laughs.
Westman: Yeah, tell me about it.
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« Reply #13 on: June 23, 2015, 02:06:35 PM »

Deleted previous entry as it was both unnecessary and too melodramatic.  Previously mentioned prison story might pop up later, but not this immediately.

Landing:
Westman wakes up with an awful feeling in the back of his head.  He looks around with shock.
Westman: Did i sleep the whole way here?
Sanders: Yes you did.
Westman looks over at Lesnar.
Westman: Hey, the back of my neck hurts.
Lesnar gives him a clueless look.
Lesnar: Must've hit your head right as we were taking off on the tray in front of you.  Sorry pal.
Westman gives him a suspicious look.
Lesnar: Trust me.
Lesnar and his manager walk off as Westman and Sanders get up.
Sanders: Quite convenient really.  I slept like a baby.  Lord knows how long I could last your rants.
Westman: Enough wiseass.  Let's just get the bags.

A Little Bit Later
On the road:

Westman:
Hey Bernie, you never told me where I was staying.
Sanders: You'll be staying at one of my Senate colleague's apartment.
Westman grumbled.
Westman: Great, just freaking great.  You mean I am going to have to stay with one of those pie in the sky idealists who just graduated the fourth grade?
Sanders: You didn't seem to mind Larry too much.
Westman: Well that was back in the day when Senators knew how to party.  Times have changed apparently.  Everyone needs to be on some sort of health diet or something.
Sanders: Quit pulling things out of your ass.
Westman: Fine.
The car pulls into the back driveway of a red brickbat building.  The two men walk around to the front door.
Westman: Oh man this is even worse.  Who knows how many young college aged coeds live here.  Why are you torturing me?
Sanders: Shut up f****t.
Westman: You didn't just call me f****t, did you Bernie?
Sanders: OH shit!  You must be rubbing off on me!
Bernie knocks as the door opens to a young white man in his thirties in workout slacks.  He holds out his hand.
US Congressman Daniel L. Morgenthal (D-NY)Sad Mr. Westman!  It is an honor!
Westman chuckles as he holds out his hand.
Westman: Save the enthusiasm kid, you might not have much left wasting it on an old fart like me.
Sanders: Don't mind Mr. Westman Danny, he just has had a long trip.
Morgenthal: Well, I'm sure he'll have more than enough time to rest up at the Senator's apartment.
The two old men walk up the stairs to the fourth floor.
Westman: Geez Bern, my legs are kind of weak now days.  Could we have chosen a lower level?
Sanders: Quit your bitchin, we're almost there.
They climb one more flight of stairs before Bernie knocks on an apartment 5A.  The door opens to reveal a gorgeous brunette woman in her mid fifties.  Westman couldn't believe his eyes.
Westman: S-s-s-s-s-s-s-enator. . . . . been awhile.
Maria Cantwell, Senior Senator from the state of Washington, smiles largely at the sight of her old. . . mentor and former boss.
Cantwell: Mr. West.. . (stops herself). . Scott, it's been forever.
THe two stare at each other, silently, for what seems to be an eternity.  Sanders loooks between the two.
Sanders: Hey, am I missing something here!  Do you guys. . .  know each other?
Cantwell: Yeah, he was my boss when I first started out in DC.
Sanders chuckles.
Sanders: Small world.
Cantwell: You should've told me Bernie.  I could've been more prepared.
Westman: That's alright Maria, I came prepared.
Maria gives him a devilish smirk.
Cantwell: Well that's good.  You got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.
Sanders watches as Westman follows Cantwell into her apartment.  The door closes quickly and quiet suddenly and Sanders hears what sounds like exertion and moving furniture inside.
Old people he thought.
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« Reply #14 on: June 23, 2015, 02:09:03 PM »

Next morning
12:03 AM


Bernie Sanders wakes up to the sound of his blackberry ringing.  He picks it up, agitated that someone is calling him this late.
Sanders: Yes?
Westman: Holy hell man!  This shit actually works!  THIS SHIT ACTUALLY WORKS!  WHOEVER INVENTED THIS PILL IS A GENIUS!
Oh brother.
Sanders: Good for you Scott.  Now get some sleep.  I don't want that mental image in my head.
Westman: My prick actually wo-
Phone line dead.
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