Jay Gold vs. Ricky James

[Konrad Raab]

**Double bookings under Tag League RP rules

3 RP Limit

Deadline: 5 PM ET Saturday, October 17, 2020

[Ricky James]

October 16th, 2020



About 4.5 miles east of State Farm Arena in Atlanta - site of Under Attack - a vehicle pulls up to a Planned Parenthood clinic.


Ricky: Stop! Right here!


Ricky James steps out of the vehicle and looks up at the clinic in disgust. He then turns his attention to across the street, where a handful of people stand just outside a McDonald’s parking lot protesting. Ricky smiles at the protestors, who are holding signs that say “Abortion is Murder”, “Pro Life Pro Jesus”, and “God Hates Baby Killers”. He makes his way across the street to join in. Despite the extreme signage, the protestors are relatively quiet as Ricky approaches. One of the protestors, a man in his 60s wearing a black vest with an American Flag sewn in on one side and a Confederate flag sewn in on the other, sees Ricky and starts to get defensive, taking a step back clenches his fist. Upon seeing this, Ricky puts both his hands up.


Ricky: Whoa whoa, relax man! I’m on your side. What these people do here is despicable. They all deserve to rot in hell!


The man relaxes his fist and cracks a smile. He then extends his hand, which Ricky shakes.


Ricky: I’m Ricky James. Pleased to meet you.


The man’s face lights up in excitement.


Man: Wait, THE Ricky James? I’ve seen ya on TV! My grandson watches you every week! We’re bringin’ him to the show tomorrow night! My name’s Edward!


Ricky smiles back at Edward.


Ricky: Yea, I’m the one.


Edward, hardly able to contain his enthusiasm, drops his sign as he continues.


Edward: I gotta tell ya, I really appreciate what you and Ms. Huckabee Sanders are doin’. It’s about time we had people standing up for our rights, damnit! Now I hate when wrastlers get all political, but damnit someone needed to stand up and say somethin! 


Ricky’s smile grows even larger.


Ricky: Well Edward, I am glad you like what you see. I can tell you are a true American. You remind me of my neighbor, Joe. He’s a great guy. True Patriot. It is good to see there are still people like you out there. It seems like great patriotic Americans are getting harder and harder to come by these days. 


Edward: You ain’t lyin! Them baby killers and little sissy queer boys are out everywhere now! It’s gettin’ outta control! 


Ricky: And you know who’s sending them, Edward? They’re all coming down from Canada. Well, most. Some are still coming from Russia, China, other communist countries that are trying to end our way of life. 


Edward: Damn straight! This country used to be so great before all them lefties came over pushin’ their agenda! But I gotta tell ya man...you really gotta watch out for them Mexicans…


Ricky immediately stops smiling and has a blank look on his face. He loses eye contact with Edward as he stares off into space, seemingly in some sort of trance. Edward, starting to get uncomfortable, laughs awkwardly and pats Ricky on the back.


Edward: You alright there, bud?


Ricky snaps out of it and shakes his head.


Ricky: Of course, sorry about that. My uh....my father had a bad experience with some Mexicans. 


Edward: What happened son?


Ricky: Oh you know...the usual. Stealing jobs. 


Edward shakes his head in disgust.


Ricky: My dad is Italian, of course. He uh...had a restaurant and was in competition with this guy who hired a bunch of illegals. He ended up having to sell the place because he couldn’t compete with those wages. 


Edward: That’s a dang shame. But a hard lesson learned. You cain’t trust illegals or any these politicians that wanna protect ‘em.


Ricky: No you cannot….


Ricky, still a bit uncomfortable, looks back at the ground as he and Edward have an awkward moment of silence. After a few seconds, Edward pats Ricky on the back again.


Edward: Well I gotta tell ya, you’re really doin’ the Lord’s work in Es See Dubyuh. I’ll be cheerin’ ya on tomorrow night with my boy. 


Ricky cracks a half smile again.


Ricky: Thanks Edward.


Edward: Well shit, what brings ya out here anyway? Joinin’ our cause?


Ricky: Well actually I…


Ricky stops as his phone rings.


Ricky: One second there Edward.


Ricky steps away and answers his phone.


Ricky: Hey! Where are you?


LHS: Where are YOU Ric?


Ricky: I’m at that clinic! Where is everyone?


Lucy groans.


Ricky: What?


LHS: Did you check your messages? I got us a prime spot. Right in that plaza by the arena. Kellyanne is putting the finishing touches on everything right now. 


Ricky: Shit. Well, I met a great guy here. I think -


Lucy cuts Ricky off.


LHS: We don’t have time for that. I need you here in 45 minutes.


Ricky: Alright alright. I’ll be there.


LHS: Good, see you then.


Ricky: Oh real quick, how’s your face feeling, babe?


LHS: It’s fi-....wait, what did you just call me?


Ricky: I’m sorry I’m sorry. It slipped.


LHS: Ricky, we have been through this before. What we have is strictly a business relationship, ok? Comprendes?


Ricky: Yes, got it. I’ll see you in 45…I lo…


Ricky stops himself and abruptly hangs up. He turns back to Edward, who has resumed holding up the sign and chanting. 


Ricky: Edward man, great to meet you. I gotta head out. 


Edward turns back to Ricky and extends his hand. Ricky shakes it as the two exchange grins.


Edward: Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ man.


Ricky: Oh, we will.

Ricky tries to pull away but Edward keeps a firm grip.


Edward: And remember, watch out for them damn Mexicans.


Ricky awkwardly smiles as Edward slowly releases his grip. Ricky quickly turns and walks away from the park, sighing and shaking his head as he pulls out his phone to set up an Uber to the arena.

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50 minutes later

Ricky’s Uber pulls up to Georgia International Plaza, right next to State Farm Arena on the West Side. Ricky steps out of the vehicle and looks up at a relatively large crowd gathered around a stage. He begins to walk toward the stage. Lucy Huckabee Sanders emerges from the crowd and briskly walks toward Ricky looking extremely annoyed.

LHS: You’re LATE Ric.

Ricky pauses for a minute and looks at Lucy, who is caked in makeup even more so than usual to hide bruising she suffered on last week’s Breakdown.

Ricky: Wow, you look great. How’d you..

LHS: Shut up Ric. Kellyanne took care of it as always. And let’s not bring that up, okay? Now you know what we are going to say when this gets brought up, right?

Ricky grins.

Ricky: Of course. We are good.

LHS: Good. Now let’s get going. I can’t stand to be around these fat, smelly losers anymore. Let’s say what we need to say and get going.

Ricky: Works for me.

Lucy escorts Ricky to the stage, which is covered in red, white, and blue bunting. There are American flags hanging from pipe and drape in the background, the middle flag with the letters “TSM” sewn into the middle stripe. There are also two American flags in poles and two large speakers on each front corner of the stage. In the center is a podium with a “TSM” seal on the front. In front of the stage are three rows of seating, occupied by a handful of reporters. Behind the seating are pieces of bike rack which separate the reporters from a group of about 25 SCW fans. Ricky and Lucy approach the stage and Kellyanne, the blonde reporter from previous Emergency Press Conferences, who now appears to be more of a coordinator for TSM rather than a reporter, approaches.

Kellyanne: Everything’s good to go guys! Are you ready?

Lucy, having regained her composure, looks at Ricky, then back at Kellyanne, and smiles.

LHS: Let’s do it.

Kellyanne nods and quickly makes her way up the stairs of the stage and over to the podium. She looks out at the crowd full of enthusiastic fans and less than enthusiastic reporters.

Kellyanne: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Thank you for being here today. We have a special treat for you as Lucy Huckabee Sanders, Official Press Secretary of SCW, and Ricky James, the man who will retire Jay Gold this Sunday at Under Attack, are here for a special EMERGENCY PRESS CONFERENCE. Now before I introduce The Silent Majority, I would like you all who are still seated to please rise. Please remove your hats and turn your attention to one of the great flags up here on the stage as we recite the Pledge of Allegiance.

Kellyanne turns to one of the flags and puts her hand over her heart. A collective groan can be heard throughout the crowd, but everyone does indeed stand up. 

Kellyanne (And maybe about half the crowd): I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

The reporters take a seat as Kellyanne keeps her hand over her heart for a few extra seconds, closing her eyes and smiling. She then turns her attention back to the crowd.

Kellyanne: Now, please welcome, Lucy Huckabee Sanders and Ricky James, THE SILENT MAJORITY!

“Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)” plays through the speakers as Lucy and Ricky make their way up onto the stage and walk to the podium. A handful of fans cheer while the majority of the crowd boos loudly. Lucy smiles and waves to the crowd, unfazed by the reaction. Ricky stands behind and grins. As the music slowly fades out, Lucy addresses the crowd.


LHS: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for attending this Emergency Press Conference. Today we have a few important announcements to make. We will then take a few GOOD questions, and finish with closing remarks. 


The handful of reporters roll their eyes, knowing full well the routine by now.


LHS: I’d like to first start by addressing the events from last Wednesday on Breakdown. 


Lucy pauses as her and Ricky close their eyes and shake their heads in disgust.


LHS: Week after week we are unfairly treated. This unfair treatment really came to a head this week when Jay Gold and Holly Adams had the audacity to interrupt our Emergency Press Conference with their little “match”. And I use the term “match” loosely because let’s face it - that was a beatdown at the hands of two amazing Americans, Bree Lancaster and Sienna Swann.


The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Bree and Sienna. The reporters shake their heads at Lucy.


LHS: I agree, I agree. Jay Gold and Holly Adams, but especially Jay Gold, deserves to be booed. It gets worse than that, though. While Ricky and I were minding our own business and simply trying to address YOU, the SCW fans, Jay Gold INSTRUCTED Holly Adams to ATTACK me. 


The crowd, dumbfounded, goes silent. One of the reporters can be heard making a remark.


Reporter: You had no business being there…


Lucy glares at the reporter.


LHS: EXCUSE ME?! I’m speaking. I’M SPEAKING, okay?


The reporter rolls his eyes. Lucy takes a deep breath and turns her attention back to the crowd.


LHS: As I was saying...Jay Gold forced Holly Adams to assault me. And Holly clearly did not act on her own free will. Holly Adams is a very fine person. It was very uncharacteristic of a purebred, white, American blonde woman to do this kind of thing without prior provocation from someone like Fool’s Gold. I was not involved in their match. That is the definition of assault. So I would like to announce that The Silent Majority will be taking LEGAL ACTION against Fool’s Gold, Shady Sasha, and SCW. You will be hearing from our lawyers!


Another groan can be heard throughout the reporters and the crowd as Lucy steps away and Ricky steps up to the podium.


Ricky: Before we open it up to questions, I would just like to follow up on what Lucy was saying. I would like to address Jay Gold, or Fool’s Gold as Lucy better described him. You see, I do not blame Holly Adams for what happened. It is clear that she was manipulated by Fool’s Gold. Fool’s Gold attacked me from behind a few weeks ago completely unprovoked. Then last week he had Holly attack Lucy for no reason whatsoever.


A reporter’s hand immediately shoots up, which infuriates Ricky.


Ricky: We are NOT taking questions at this time. Let me finish.


The reporter rolls his eyes as he slowly lowers his hand.


Ricky: Clearly Fool’s Gold has some bias against us. I am not sure why. It could be because he is an angry short man. It could be because he is old and we are young, beautiful people. But I do have a theory about why he is attacking us. Actually two theories, and it is definitely one of these. Either Shady Sasha sent him to attack us in an attempt to silence us, or Fool’s Gold hates America. Both are definitely plausible.


The crowd boos and Ricky nods his head as if the crowd is booing Jay Gold and not him.


Ricky: Exactly. I mean, we KNOW Shady Sasha hates America, which means she hates all of you fine people. We have seen time and time again her bias for foreigners and her mistreatment of beautiful Americans - from stripping Bree Lancaster of her UNITED STATES Championship, to suspending me for no reason whatsoever, to this little stunt. But you know what? In order for Fool’s Gold to agree to a conspiracy like this, he must hate America too. No true American would ever agree to work with someone like Shady Sasha. No true American would sneak attack Patriots like us. And no true American would manipulate a woman to attack another woman. 


A reporter interjects.


Reporter: Ricky, this is absolutely ludicrous!


Ricky: GET HIM OUT OF HERE! RIGHT NOW! SECURITY!


Ricky turns toward Kellyanne, who quickly scrambles out of her seat and motions for a security guard to come over. The security guard completely ignores her.


Reporter: You know what, I’ll just leave on my own. I’ve had enough of this clown show.


The reporter packs up his belongings and starts to head out as some of the crowd cheers him for calling out TSM. Ricky once again misunderstands the crowd reaction.


Ricky: That’s right. He doesn’t belong here. Now again, AS I WAS SAYING….Shady Sasha is doing everything in her power to stop us. We have made it very clear we are here to save SCW from this Canadian takeover. There are still some very fine people in this federation, but Shady Sasha and people like Fool’s Gold are trying to get rid of them. We are here to spread our message of true American values: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Shady Sasha does not want people to have any of that. She wants to run SCW like a Communist regime where everyone is miserable, and only she and her father Do Nothing D reap the benefits. 


The crowd groans. Yet again, Ricky shakes his head in “agreement” with the crowd.


Ricky: I agree. But fortunately for all of you, The Silent Majority are here to put an end to that. We will RESTORE the great American values this federation so desperately needs. This all starts at Under Attack. You see, this is much more than a match. Fool’s Gold represents everything we are against. He is not a free thinker. He has succumbed to the mob mentality that Shady Sasha continues to push. I am not sure what it is - dementia, Alzheimer’s, or whatever. Fool’s Gold has lost his mind. It is very clear with his recent string of behavior. He has allowed himself to become manipulated by Sha….


Ricky abruptly stops as he turns his attention to a fan in the crowd who is wearing a lucha mask. Ricky becomes completely fixated on the fan and his face turns red as his body begins to shake. He slowly manages to lift his arm up and point to the fan.


Ricky: You…...you in the mask…...come up here right now!


The reporters and fans all turn their attention to the fan in the mask, who looks very surprised that Ricky is singling him out. The fan, overcome with a mixture of surprise and excitement, attempts to hop the barricade, but security stops him.


Ricky: No….let him up here. Get him up here, security.


Unlike prior in the press conference, security adheres to Ricky’s request and escorts the fan over the barricade. Two guards then walk the fan up to the stage, over to the side of the stage, up the stairs, and right up to the podium. Ricky has locked his eyes on the fan the entire time. The guards stand by the fan’s side as Ricky addresses the fan directly.


Ricky: That mask….take it off…...NOW!


The fan, now more apprehensive, shakes as he slowly removes his mask.


Ricky: Give it to me!


The fan, still shaking, hands the mask over to Ricky. Ricky snatches the mask, holds it up, and then stares at it. Ricky begins to enter some sort of trance similar to the one he fell into when Edward mentioned “Mexicans” earlier. Ricky stays completely fixated on the mask as Lucy, the fan, Kellyanne, the reporters, and the crowd look on. After an entire minute of awkward silence passes, Lucy starts to tap Ricky on the back.


LHS: Ricky! Snap out of it! Animarse!


Ricky suddenly shakes his head and looks around at the crowd before looking back at the mask. He becomes enraged as he tightly grips the mask. Ricky then turns to the crowd and holds up the mask.


Ricky: You see this?! THIS is for cowards. THIS is a symbol for everything Jay Gold stands for. Sneak attacks while hiding behind a MASK. And you know, this “mask” thing is starting to really take over this country. Everywhere I go, people are wearing masks now. I don’t know if it’s shame, fear, or if the Communists have brainwashed all these people. You see it on the news all the time. These masked people are terrorizing cities. They are destroying American businesses. They are nothing but COWARDS doing the work of people who want to destroy this great country!


For once there is very little reaction from the crowd, as most are still trying to process what just happened with Ricky. Ricky takes a deep breath and continues.


Ricky: What we are seeing in this country is exactly what is happening in SCW! Shady Sasha continues to push her Canadian agenda, and now she is doing this through an army of cowards led by FOOL’S GOLD. There is no doubt about it now. We saw Fool’s Gold before his attacks last week. What was he wearing? A MASK. And he was proud of it. The conspiracy is clear as day now. Shady Sasha sent Fool’s Gold to attack me like a coward. She sent him to assault fine American people like Bree Lancaser and Sienna Swann. And she instructed him to manipulate another fine American woman in Holly Adams. 


Ricky pauses and again looks back at the mask in complete disgust before turning back to the crowd.


Ricky: However...this all ends at Under Attack. I have news for you, Mr. Fool’s Gold. Just because you debuted when the Soviet Union still existed doesn’t mean we all want to be communists now. Much like the Soviet Union, Shady Sasha’s regime will crumble. You see, our match this Sunday is much more than a match. It is a war. This is the American colonists against the British. This is America against the Soviet Union. This is The Silent Majority against the Canadian Agenda. And as you know, America ALWAYS wins.


Ricky turns to the mask and then spits on it before throwing it back at the fan. This draws loud boos from the crowd. The reporters’ hands all shoot up as security escorts the now distraught fan off the stage. Lucy Huckabee Sanders steps in front of Ricky to address the reporters.


LHS: We are not taking any more questions at this time!


A few of the reporters can be heard shouting “We didn’t get to ask any questions!” as the crowd continues to boo loudly. Lucy takes a step back as Ricky continues.


Ricky: Let that serve as a reminder to you all that we will not tolerate people like Shady Sasha and Fool’s Gold to take away our freedoms by forcing masks on us. Whether it is a literal mask in the case of Mr. Gold, or this idiot fan; or the figurative mask Shady Sasha tries to put on us by trying to silence us - it does not matter. We will not be silenced. We will continue to expose Shady Sasha and her followers. 


The crowd continues to boo.


Ricky: Jay Gold, I know you love wearing masks. After what I do to you this Sunday, you’ll likely need a permanent mask. You will have to hide the physical scars and will probably be too embarrassed to show your face in public again. I mean, you are already at that point. But trust me - at Under Attack, I will make sure you have no other option.


Ricky smiles, drawing another chorus of loud boos.


Ricky: That’s right. Boo Jay Gold. Boo Shady Sasha. And boo anyone who wants to take away our AMERICAN VALUES! This Sunday we take out Shady Sasha’s top comrade. We foil her little plot with her Fool’s Gold. And we end a career that should have ended a looooong time ago. Ladies and gentlemen, I invite you all to attend this Sunday as we witness The Funeral of Jay Gold and the beginning of the end of the Canadian Agenda!


Ricky tilts his head back and puts his arms out, closing his eyes and smiling as boos continue. Lucy steps back up to the podium.


Lucy: And remember. He is Ricky James. I am Lucy Huckabee Sanders, Official Press Secretary of SCW. WE ARE THE SILENT MAJORITY. FOR A BETTER SCW.


“The Angry American” begins to play again, though it can barely be heard through all the booing, as LHS and Ricky slowly make their way off the stage.

[Jay Gold]

THE TIME TRAVELER: Chapter 4


OOC #1:  I honestly don't care who the handler of Ricky James is (though I'm pretty sure I know who), but just please be careful with what you write.  It can be taken the wrong way and I'm aware that someone here is already pissed about it (not me).  The last thing we need is an OOC flame war.  We are all adults here and if you know a character is going to cross lines too far, especially with this day and age in our world, then don't use a character like that.

OOC #2:  Enjoy the link above I guess.