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Phone Call Transcript
January 22nd, 2017
9:30pm
Incoming call from “Uncle Shane.”
Dare: Hello?
Shane: Hey buddy. Been meaning to call you.
Dare: Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something.
Shane: Oh? Well..you go first.
Dare: Nah, you first.
Shane: Okay. Well, remember when I said you could borrow my car?
Dare: Yeah.
Shane: I didn’t think you’d leave Philadelphia in it.
Dare: Oh. Well.
Shane: I’m going to need it back.
Dare: Ok.
Shane: I saw your little...promo, by the way. Have to say, I really don’t appreciate you rodding it out like you did. That car is forty six years old. It’s twice your age. You’re rodding it like it’s some rice rocket peice of shit.
Dare: Sorry.
Shane: Sorry doesn’t take the miles off of it.
Dare: It’s just a car.
Shane: Yeah I know it’s just a car, but it’s the point of it. This is a respect thing.
Dare: I get it. I’ll bring it back to you.
Shane: No, that’s ok, we’re coming to get it. I’ll be there in a half hour. Just bring the keys back with you when you have a chance.
Dare: Wow.
Shane: Well? You stole my car.
Dare: You loaned it to me.
Shane: To drive around Philly because you wanted to impress some girl. Not to take it across the country side.
Dare: Yeah.
Shane: Look, I don’t like coming down on you like this, but I don’t like feeling like my kindness was taken advantage of.
Dare: I get it. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.
Shane: So...You had something you wanted to talk to me about?
Dare: Yeah! I had a match tonight. My second.
Shane: Yeah?
Dare: Yeah. It was a good match. I think it…
Shane: I saw it Dare. I saw you go out there and lose to a wrestler who acts like she’s a tackling dummy. That’s what I saw.
Dare: Oh.
Shane: You have a lot to learn, alright? You come back home and we’ll talk about getting you some real training.
Dare: I have a…
Shane: You have a cokehead and some jailbait following you around wanting to drain every last drop of value they can out of your name. Our name. That’s what you have.
Dare: I think I did alright, though.
Shane: You were sloppy. That same kind of shit isn’t going to cut it at Four Corners either. You need to get your ass back home and let me help you. Jett might look like a powder puff, but he’s liable to kick your ass.
Dare: I have a title shot at Alpha, I think.
Shane: (Chuckles dryly) You think? Yeah right. You’re one and one and have a title shot? Filler or Fantana’s going to kick your ass and embarrass you further. Hell, either way, you’re filler.
Dare: Filler?
Shane: Yeah, filler. Just like at Four Corners. They’re going to eat you alive. Our name, eaten alive. That’s what this is all about--so again--come home and let me help you.
Dare: I don’t…
Shane: I’m just trying to help you.
Dare: I don't need your help.
The call has been ended.
January 22nd, 2017
9:30pm
Incoming call from “Uncle Shane.”
Dare: Hello?
Shane: Hey buddy. Been meaning to call you.
Dare: Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something.
Shane: Oh? Well..you go first.
Dare: Nah, you first.
Shane: Okay. Well, remember when I said you could borrow my car?
Dare: Yeah.
Shane: I didn’t think you’d leave Philadelphia in it.
Dare: Oh. Well.
Shane: I’m going to need it back.
Dare: Ok.
Shane: I saw your little...promo, by the way. Have to say, I really don’t appreciate you rodding it out like you did. That car is forty six years old. It’s twice your age. You’re rodding it like it’s some rice rocket peice of shit.
Dare: Sorry.
Shane: Sorry doesn’t take the miles off of it.
Dare: It’s just a car.
Shane: Yeah I know it’s just a car, but it’s the point of it. This is a respect thing.
Dare: I get it. I’ll bring it back to you.
Shane: No, that’s ok, we’re coming to get it. I’ll be there in a half hour. Just bring the keys back with you when you have a chance.
Dare: Wow.
Shane: Well? You stole my car.
Dare: You loaned it to me.
Shane: To drive around Philly because you wanted to impress some girl. Not to take it across the country side.
Dare: Yeah.
Shane: Look, I don’t like coming down on you like this, but I don’t like feeling like my kindness was taken advantage of.
Dare: I get it. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.
Shane: So...You had something you wanted to talk to me about?
Dare: Yeah! I had a match tonight. My second.
Shane: Yeah?
Dare: Yeah. It was a good match. I think it…
Shane: I saw it Dare. I saw you go out there and lose to a wrestler who acts like she’s a tackling dummy. That’s what I saw.
Dare: Oh.
Shane: You have a lot to learn, alright? You come back home and we’ll talk about getting you some real training.
Dare: I have a…
Shane: You have a cokehead and some jailbait following you around wanting to drain every last drop of value they can out of your name. Our name. That’s what you have.
Dare: I think I did alright, though.
Shane: You were sloppy. That same kind of shit isn’t going to cut it at Four Corners either. You need to get your ass back home and let me help you. Jett might look like a powder puff, but he’s liable to kick your ass.
Dare: I have a title shot at Alpha, I think.
Shane: (Chuckles dryly) You think? Yeah right. You’re one and one and have a title shot? Filler or Fantana’s going to kick your ass and embarrass you further. Hell, either way, you’re filler.
Dare: Filler?
Shane: Yeah, filler. Just like at Four Corners. They’re going to eat you alive. Our name, eaten alive. That’s what this is all about--so again--come home and let me help you.
Dare: I don’t…
Shane: I’m just trying to help you.
Dare: I don't need your help.
The call has been ended.