Post by Eddie Black on Nov 6, 2013 2:30:30 GMT
Eddie was out of line, that being said…
(IWF cameras catch up with Rachel Wells and Eddie Black only moments after the backstage altercation. Eddie is still visibly upset as he paces back and forth, Rachel on the other hand seems somewhat calm as she straightens her Eddie Black shirt out.)
Eddie: That pompous prick!
Rachel: Eddie?
Eddie: I fuck’in warned him to stay away!
Rachel: Eddie.
Eddie: An what does he do? He fuck’in comes out ta ring side?
Rachel: EDDIE!
(Black snaps back to reality as he looks over to Rachel who has just been watching him pace in his anger.)
Rachel: Relax.
Eddie: Relax?
Rachel: Yeah, he’s a clever bastard Eddie, he saw me out there with you down and Rob looking to do something stupid and he pounced on the opportunity to remain relevant.
(Eddie just twists his head at her somewhat big word.)
Rachel: He’s an aging star Eddie, you’re an up and comer here. You’ve got your whole career ahead of ya but him? He’s done. He saw your short temper last week and saw an opportunity to slip back in to the spot light, maybe get a win over you and prove he still matters. So relax, if ya freak out then he’s already won.
(Eddie just watches her as she brushes her dirty blonde hair out of her face and walks over to him. She wraps her slender arms around him and looks at him a little seductively, something about the sight of blood dripping down his face really did it for her.)
Eddie: About last week… I’m sor-
Rachel: Shhh, I was a bitch.
Eddie: Heh.
(Eddie grabs her by the hair, not too tight, just tight enough to make her moan as he kisses her, his blood smearing all over her face but for whatever reason that doesn’t bother her in the least.)
What can I say. He’s a hot headed red neck, but he’s my hot headed red neck.
(We fade out on the two of them but only for a moment as we jump right back in to the next day, an interview area has been set up complete with an IWF banner in the background. The IWF cameras are there filming but our perspective is from Rachel and her handi cam.)
And my red neck has a point to prove.
(Tiffany Jones, sister in law to the great Ace prepares to interview the All American Outlaw, she straightens out her white blouse and checks her skirt for loose hair as Eddie Black paces off to the side. Rachel can be heard giggling just a little as Tiffany takes her place in front of the IWF banner, mic in hand.)
Tiffany: Tiffany Jones here per special request to interview one of the IWF’s newest wrestlers, The All American Outlaw, Eddie Black! Eddie-
(Black comes into the IWF’s shot, Rachel follows him as he does so with her handi cam. He’s bandaged up from his match with Rob but is still in basically his wrestling gear or an attire like it.)
Tiffany: It’s nice to meet-
Eddie: Shut it.
Tiffany: Excuse-
Eddie: I said shut ya fuck’in mouth girl.
(Tiffany is shocked as Eddie quickly steps in a whole lot closer than she’d like him to be.)
Eddie: Ya Ace’s family?
Tiffany: Y-yes.
Eddie: An I beat he don’t take too kindly to people fuck’in wit his family?
Tiffany: N-not usually.
Eddie: Huh… Funny ting. Me either.
(Black suddenly grips Tiffany by the back of her head and pulls back, jerking her head, Tiffany lets out a little yell as she tries to go limp in his hands.)
Tiffany: L-LET GO!
Eddie: Nah, I don think so.
{Black presses Tiffany up against the banner still gripping her by the hair, his nose almost touching her face as he breaths down her neck.)
Eddie: See I told ya brotha to stay away. Told him in no uncertain terms. An what’d he do? The opposite. So now ya gonna send him a lil message for me. His women? His Children? His family? They ain’t off limits ta me. So if he wanna stick his nose in my business again… He better make sure it’s worth it.
(Eddie presses his face right up against Tiffany’s as he says that last part, his eyes ripping into her soul as he seethes with anger. As quick as he grabbed he throws her aside with a sick grin.)
Eddie: Now get the fuck away from me.
(Without being told again Tiffany rushes out of shot, Rachel follows her with the handi cam as Tiffany pulls out her cell and disappears through the stage doors.)
Eddie: Now, I believe I’ve got a match an an opponent ta address this week, goes by the name of Laszlo.
(He almost smirks.)
Eddie: I heard a lot of shit about ya Laszlo, apparently yer one of them guys that can’t get it done when it fuck’in matters. Well I’m here to tell ya I don give a shit what ya done in ya past. I don care who ya did or didn’t beat last week, last month or last year. I don care how many times ya won or lost. Just like you don care about any of the nameless fucks I bleed dry all over the world I don care bout what ya done either.
( Eddie straightens himself out and cracks his neck. )
Eddie: Ya may be some great wrestler, some diamond in the rough, some break out star about to burst or ya maybe some worthless sack of shit wait’in to shrivel up and die. Don care. All I care about is what ya plann’in on do’in in that ring Monday night against me. See, I plan on mak’in ya hurt, mak’in ya bleed, I plan on tak’in every single last shot ya throw and giv’in it all back ten fuck’in fold before I crush ya damn skull in an choke ya out.
(Eddie likes to paint a pretty picture with his words.)
Eddie: I ain’t got anything against ya, it’s business Laszlo. A win means I move up in the rank’ins, a win means I get closer to titles, a win means I’m better than ya and maybe just maybe ya name means something to the people cutt’in the checks. So yeah, I plan on beat’in ya but more than that I plan on beat’in ya so damn bad that management don’t ever consider mak’in a rematch. I want it to be clear that not only is Eddie Black a better fuck’in fighter than Mike Laszlo, he’s more dangerous. Se Laszlo, some wrestlers think this business is all glitz and glame, they can shake hands and smile their way to the top. Not me. I give respect when it’s earned and since ya name ain’t in the foundation of this business like some others round here that mean ya shit to me.
(He scoffs as he sways a little to one side.)
Eddie: Ya wan respect from me? Earn it. I’ll earn yours too when I bash ya fuck’in skull in against the ring post, when I make ya bleed every last drop in front of them fans, when I take what’s left of ya broken body and choke the last bits of life out of it. I’ll respect ya for tak’in that beating, hell, I’d respect any man for tak’in that beat’in. But don take it Laszlo. No. Don just take it. Give it. See, I’m not one fuck’in sided here, I’m not blinded by the shades of my own fuck’in ego. I know where I stand in this company an I’m look’in to earn my fuck’in way to the top so make me earn it. Make me earn my fuck’in spot. Or slap me down away from yer spot and tell me to go fuck myself. Whatever ya do, don just stand there and be my fuck’in bitch because this week…
(He pauses and just stares coldly into the camera.)
Eddie: This week I wanna make a point to a certain Ace… I wan him to see what happens when ya piss me off. I wan him to see what he’s got com’in his way. I wan him to see exactly what kind of fuck’in hell he’s gotten himself into.
(Black steps a little bit closer to the IWF cameras.)
Eddie: I’m not look’in past ya Laszlo, I’m look’in right at ya and I’m look’in to make a bloody fuck’in instagram outta ya. Don fuck wit me.
(Black brushes past the IWF camera’s and walks toward Rachel and her handi cam, she drops the cam and quickly wraps herself around him as the two of them make their way for the exit…)
He’s got a short fuse but I knew what I was getting into when he asked me to come with him, I knew it’d be a hard road but if he didn’t want me he’d tell me so. He loves me… Maybe not like the Ace and Kathy but I don’t wanna be his Kathy, a bit part in the story of his life and he doesn’t want that either…
(IWF cameras catch up with Rachel Wells and Eddie Black only moments after the backstage altercation. Eddie is still visibly upset as he paces back and forth, Rachel on the other hand seems somewhat calm as she straightens her Eddie Black shirt out.)
Eddie: That pompous prick!
Rachel: Eddie?
Eddie: I fuck’in warned him to stay away!
Rachel: Eddie.
Eddie: An what does he do? He fuck’in comes out ta ring side?
Rachel: EDDIE!
(Black snaps back to reality as he looks over to Rachel who has just been watching him pace in his anger.)
Rachel: Relax.
Eddie: Relax?
Rachel: Yeah, he’s a clever bastard Eddie, he saw me out there with you down and Rob looking to do something stupid and he pounced on the opportunity to remain relevant.
(Eddie just twists his head at her somewhat big word.)
Rachel: He’s an aging star Eddie, you’re an up and comer here. You’ve got your whole career ahead of ya but him? He’s done. He saw your short temper last week and saw an opportunity to slip back in to the spot light, maybe get a win over you and prove he still matters. So relax, if ya freak out then he’s already won.
(Eddie just watches her as she brushes her dirty blonde hair out of her face and walks over to him. She wraps her slender arms around him and looks at him a little seductively, something about the sight of blood dripping down his face really did it for her.)
Eddie: About last week… I’m sor-
Rachel: Shhh, I was a bitch.
Eddie: Heh.
(Eddie grabs her by the hair, not too tight, just tight enough to make her moan as he kisses her, his blood smearing all over her face but for whatever reason that doesn’t bother her in the least.)
What can I say. He’s a hot headed red neck, but he’s my hot headed red neck.
(We fade out on the two of them but only for a moment as we jump right back in to the next day, an interview area has been set up complete with an IWF banner in the background. The IWF cameras are there filming but our perspective is from Rachel and her handi cam.)
And my red neck has a point to prove.
(Tiffany Jones, sister in law to the great Ace prepares to interview the All American Outlaw, she straightens out her white blouse and checks her skirt for loose hair as Eddie Black paces off to the side. Rachel can be heard giggling just a little as Tiffany takes her place in front of the IWF banner, mic in hand.)
Tiffany: Tiffany Jones here per special request to interview one of the IWF’s newest wrestlers, The All American Outlaw, Eddie Black! Eddie-
(Black comes into the IWF’s shot, Rachel follows him as he does so with her handi cam. He’s bandaged up from his match with Rob but is still in basically his wrestling gear or an attire like it.)
Tiffany: It’s nice to meet-
Eddie: Shut it.
Tiffany: Excuse-
Eddie: I said shut ya fuck’in mouth girl.
(Tiffany is shocked as Eddie quickly steps in a whole lot closer than she’d like him to be.)
Eddie: Ya Ace’s family?
Tiffany: Y-yes.
Eddie: An I beat he don’t take too kindly to people fuck’in wit his family?
Tiffany: N-not usually.
Eddie: Huh… Funny ting. Me either.
(Black suddenly grips Tiffany by the back of her head and pulls back, jerking her head, Tiffany lets out a little yell as she tries to go limp in his hands.)
Tiffany: L-LET GO!
Eddie: Nah, I don think so.
{Black presses Tiffany up against the banner still gripping her by the hair, his nose almost touching her face as he breaths down her neck.)
Eddie: See I told ya brotha to stay away. Told him in no uncertain terms. An what’d he do? The opposite. So now ya gonna send him a lil message for me. His women? His Children? His family? They ain’t off limits ta me. So if he wanna stick his nose in my business again… He better make sure it’s worth it.
(Eddie presses his face right up against Tiffany’s as he says that last part, his eyes ripping into her soul as he seethes with anger. As quick as he grabbed he throws her aside with a sick grin.)
Eddie: Now get the fuck away from me.
(Without being told again Tiffany rushes out of shot, Rachel follows her with the handi cam as Tiffany pulls out her cell and disappears through the stage doors.)
Eddie: Now, I believe I’ve got a match an an opponent ta address this week, goes by the name of Laszlo.
(He almost smirks.)
Eddie: I heard a lot of shit about ya Laszlo, apparently yer one of them guys that can’t get it done when it fuck’in matters. Well I’m here to tell ya I don give a shit what ya done in ya past. I don care who ya did or didn’t beat last week, last month or last year. I don care how many times ya won or lost. Just like you don care about any of the nameless fucks I bleed dry all over the world I don care bout what ya done either.
( Eddie straightens himself out and cracks his neck. )
Eddie: Ya may be some great wrestler, some diamond in the rough, some break out star about to burst or ya maybe some worthless sack of shit wait’in to shrivel up and die. Don care. All I care about is what ya plann’in on do’in in that ring Monday night against me. See, I plan on mak’in ya hurt, mak’in ya bleed, I plan on tak’in every single last shot ya throw and giv’in it all back ten fuck’in fold before I crush ya damn skull in an choke ya out.
(Eddie likes to paint a pretty picture with his words.)
Eddie: I ain’t got anything against ya, it’s business Laszlo. A win means I move up in the rank’ins, a win means I get closer to titles, a win means I’m better than ya and maybe just maybe ya name means something to the people cutt’in the checks. So yeah, I plan on beat’in ya but more than that I plan on beat’in ya so damn bad that management don’t ever consider mak’in a rematch. I want it to be clear that not only is Eddie Black a better fuck’in fighter than Mike Laszlo, he’s more dangerous. Se Laszlo, some wrestlers think this business is all glitz and glame, they can shake hands and smile their way to the top. Not me. I give respect when it’s earned and since ya name ain’t in the foundation of this business like some others round here that mean ya shit to me.
(He scoffs as he sways a little to one side.)
Eddie: Ya wan respect from me? Earn it. I’ll earn yours too when I bash ya fuck’in skull in against the ring post, when I make ya bleed every last drop in front of them fans, when I take what’s left of ya broken body and choke the last bits of life out of it. I’ll respect ya for tak’in that beating, hell, I’d respect any man for tak’in that beat’in. But don take it Laszlo. No. Don just take it. Give it. See, I’m not one fuck’in sided here, I’m not blinded by the shades of my own fuck’in ego. I know where I stand in this company an I’m look’in to earn my fuck’in way to the top so make me earn it. Make me earn my fuck’in spot. Or slap me down away from yer spot and tell me to go fuck myself. Whatever ya do, don just stand there and be my fuck’in bitch because this week…
(He pauses and just stares coldly into the camera.)
Eddie: This week I wanna make a point to a certain Ace… I wan him to see what happens when ya piss me off. I wan him to see what he’s got com’in his way. I wan him to see exactly what kind of fuck’in hell he’s gotten himself into.
(Black steps a little bit closer to the IWF cameras.)
Eddie: I’m not look’in past ya Laszlo, I’m look’in right at ya and I’m look’in to make a bloody fuck’in instagram outta ya. Don fuck wit me.
(Black brushes past the IWF camera’s and walks toward Rachel and her handi cam, she drops the cam and quickly wraps herself around him as the two of them make their way for the exit…)
He’s got a short fuse but I knew what I was getting into when he asked me to come with him, I knew it’d be a hard road but if he didn’t want me he’d tell me so. He loves me… Maybe not like the Ace and Kathy but I don’t wanna be his Kathy, a bit part in the story of his life and he doesn’t want that either…
Well howdy there pardner.