Post by D.A. Boston on May 19, 2015 0:30:37 GMT -6
Is this...
why isn't this working?
FRANK!
Yezzir?
Get this working.
Did you hit the button?
Of course I... wait, which button?
Just hit the--
[The camera comes to life, and we see our boy, the Phenomenal One himself, Steve Herring, fiddling with the camera. As he notices it's turned on, he smiles, and slowly walks backwards. He's wearing his red and black wrestling trunks, no shirt, with a towel draped around his shoulders. It's a dark room, with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a folding chair set up underneath. Herring sits down, and stares deeply into the camera.]
Herring: Hi Katie. How are you? I show hope your face is OK, after I shoved my boot into it.
[He pauses for a cruel, cold smile, and continues calmly.]
You know, when I first walked into this place, I did it because I looked around and liked what I saw. Or should I say, I liked what I didn't see. I didn't see competition in my way to the top. I saw a clear path. And so I set out to do that, to do the inevitable: Become champion in this place.
But there was one person who stood in my way. And that person wasn't some mighty challenger, some huge formidable foe.
It was you, Katie Moicelle.
Some kid who's five-foot-nothin. A hundred-and-nothin. Someone who can't even buy an issue of Hustler or smoke a damn cigarette. Hell, you're not even allowed to vote for mayor in that little podunk town you call a home.
So what was I to do with you?
[He snickers]
Well, in our first match I didn't pay much attention to you. I dropped Feolan O'Hannigáin on his head, eliminated him in our four-way elimination match. And then I was about to make short work of Patrick Jones before you stuck your nose into things, and I was pinned. OK, that's first.
In our second match, I played around with you. I didn't take you seriously. I mean, can you blame me? Butt you pulled off a victory. You pinned me right in the middle of the ring, humiliated me in front of everyone. And still, still I laughed it off to focus on more important thing. Namely, our triple threat match for the Zero Gravity title against Ziu Zhong.
[Herring's smile disappears from his face.]
And that time? That time I did it again. I ignored you, I focused on the champ, I was this close to beating him. But you had to go and get yourself pinned. You had to go and ruin it for me again. The thing I worked for, that I deserve! The title that's rightfully mine, that I deserved the minute I walked into this place! You might as well have taken it right out of my hands! And so I did what I knew I had to do: I Dead Dropped you through the damn mat. I did everything I could to hurt you.
But you? You just wouldn't stay down. And I'm the one who was forced to miss Breakthrough, because everyone's against me. I'm trying to weed out the weakness in this company, and when I do, I'm the one who's fined! And in the meantime, I have to sit around and read your smack talk on the internet.
[Herring laughs a little now.]
Well Katie, I was *this* close to letting bygones be bygones, ya know? Just letting you scamper away with at least your dignity in tact. But now I'm going to finish the job. I'm going to finish weeding out the weakness, and I'm not going to lose focus this thing. Because, see, now my plan is all about you. And you gave me a brilliant idea! A concussion. That's what I'm going to do.
[Herring stands up, folds the chair, and holds it towards the camera.]
Remember this? I didn't get a chance to introduce you two last time. But this time I'm setting this chair up in the middle of the ring, spiking your head down into it, and sitting back while the referee counts out your unconscious, lifeless body.
Good night, Katie. It was fun while it lasted.
[Herring lets out a long laugh as he looks at the camera.]
[Camera's still rolling.]
[Camera's still rolling. Now Herring's smile drops again.]
Herring: (whispering) Frank. Frank. Turn off the damn camera. Frank! I said turn off the da--
why isn't this working?
FRANK!
Yezzir?
Get this working.
Did you hit the button?
Of course I... wait, which button?
Just hit the--
[The camera comes to life, and we see our boy, the Phenomenal One himself, Steve Herring, fiddling with the camera. As he notices it's turned on, he smiles, and slowly walks backwards. He's wearing his red and black wrestling trunks, no shirt, with a towel draped around his shoulders. It's a dark room, with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a folding chair set up underneath. Herring sits down, and stares deeply into the camera.]
Herring: Hi Katie. How are you? I show hope your face is OK, after I shoved my boot into it.
[He pauses for a cruel, cold smile, and continues calmly.]
You know, when I first walked into this place, I did it because I looked around and liked what I saw. Or should I say, I liked what I didn't see. I didn't see competition in my way to the top. I saw a clear path. And so I set out to do that, to do the inevitable: Become champion in this place.
But there was one person who stood in my way. And that person wasn't some mighty challenger, some huge formidable foe.
It was you, Katie Moicelle.
Some kid who's five-foot-nothin. A hundred-and-nothin. Someone who can't even buy an issue of Hustler or smoke a damn cigarette. Hell, you're not even allowed to vote for mayor in that little podunk town you call a home.
So what was I to do with you?
[He snickers]
Well, in our first match I didn't pay much attention to you. I dropped Feolan O'Hannigáin on his head, eliminated him in our four-way elimination match. And then I was about to make short work of Patrick Jones before you stuck your nose into things, and I was pinned. OK, that's first.
In our second match, I played around with you. I didn't take you seriously. I mean, can you blame me? Butt you pulled off a victory. You pinned me right in the middle of the ring, humiliated me in front of everyone. And still, still I laughed it off to focus on more important thing. Namely, our triple threat match for the Zero Gravity title against Ziu Zhong.
[Herring's smile disappears from his face.]
And that time? That time I did it again. I ignored you, I focused on the champ, I was this close to beating him. But you had to go and get yourself pinned. You had to go and ruin it for me again. The thing I worked for, that I deserve! The title that's rightfully mine, that I deserved the minute I walked into this place! You might as well have taken it right out of my hands! And so I did what I knew I had to do: I Dead Dropped you through the damn mat. I did everything I could to hurt you.
But you? You just wouldn't stay down. And I'm the one who was forced to miss Breakthrough, because everyone's against me. I'm trying to weed out the weakness in this company, and when I do, I'm the one who's fined! And in the meantime, I have to sit around and read your smack talk on the internet.
[Herring laughs a little now.]
Well Katie, I was *this* close to letting bygones be bygones, ya know? Just letting you scamper away with at least your dignity in tact. But now I'm going to finish the job. I'm going to finish weeding out the weakness, and I'm not going to lose focus this thing. Because, see, now my plan is all about you. And you gave me a brilliant idea! A concussion. That's what I'm going to do.
[Herring stands up, folds the chair, and holds it towards the camera.]
Remember this? I didn't get a chance to introduce you two last time. But this time I'm setting this chair up in the middle of the ring, spiking your head down into it, and sitting back while the referee counts out your unconscious, lifeless body.
Good night, Katie. It was fun while it lasted.
[Herring lets out a long laugh as he looks at the camera.]
[Camera's still rolling.]
[Camera's still rolling. Now Herring's smile drops again.]
Herring: (whispering) Frank. Frank. Turn off the damn camera. Frank! I said turn off the da--
