Post by Zasshu II on Mar 28, 2015 13:35:03 GMT
It’s early Sunday morning, Eddie Black is alone in the locker room where High Stakes is being held. Hardly anyone else has arrived yet so it’s pretty quiet. He’s still in his street clothes, a tattered pair of blue jeans and a Brothers Black t-shirt with a skull cap. He’s just sitting on the bench looking at the floor when he hears a gentle knock.
Eddie: Doors open…
He looks up to see his dead, an older more grizzled version of Eddie wearing a hunters jacket, jeans and work boots.
Eddie: Pah?
Dad: Hey son.
Eddie pops up off the bench and gives his dad a big bear hug. He pulls back and looks at him.
Eddie: What are ya doin’ here?
Dad: I came to see my boy fight.
Eddie smiles and nods.
Dad: Look Eddie, Rachel called us-
Eddie: Ah hell, here we go.
Eddie starts to turn from his father but the older man grabs him with work worn hands that are harder than granite.
Dad: Son, she’s worried about ya. We’re all worried about ya. Ya can’t blame yaself for what happened with Frank.
Eddie: That mother fucker Verona used him as an example!
Dad: I know boy an I hope he burns in hell but ya can’t go bout things the way you are right now.
His father moves to throw his arm around the shoulders of his boy.
Dad: Ya come along where to be here boy an ya don’t wanna let something like anger get in the way an cloud your judgement.
Eddie: Yeah… I know…
Dad: So when ya out there stay focused, keep ya anger in check and visualize each one of those fucks as Roberto Verona an break their damn necks.
Eddie hasn’t ever really heard his father talk like this, it catches him off guard.
Dad: Be pissed boy but use it. Show that pompous sumbitch that he done fucked with the wrong family.
Eddie nods with a slight grin.
Dad: I’m a tell ya somethin’ my commandin’ officer told me once, somethin’ that always stuck with me. These people, they ain’t ya friends, they ain’t ya family, their standin’ in between ya and ya family. Their ya enemies. An as long as even one of them has breath in their lungs you’ll be stuck in the trenches fightin’ for ya life. So kill’em all.
We open on Eddie Black, this time somewhere in the back of the arena waiting for the Roulette match. He seems ready, determined, driven. He looks at the floor as he speaks.
I ain’t blind or stupid. I know no one in this match had an easy road to IWF. All of us had to go through the independents, wrestle over seas or in high schools. We’ve all bled up for this business, the business that we love. Each of us was a kid once, watchin’ this sport on the television, maybe with out dad or brother an we aspired to be the people we saw on the tv.
He just keeps looking at the floor.
Thing that separates us from each other is how far we’re willin’ to go to win a single match. What are ya willin’ to do just for a chance to be in the ring with the Imperial Champion?
He finally looks up.
I know some a ya are willin’ to put your own bodies on the line, thinkin’ riskin’ your own life, your own limb is gonna be enough but are ya willin’ to hurt the other men in the ring with ya? I mean really hurt, I’m not talkin’ chokin’ someone out until they tap. I’m talkin’ about breakin’ bones, snappin’ limbs, drawin’ blood. I’m talkin’ about takin’ someone an makin’ sure that the Roulette is their last match? Are any of ya really willin’ to go that far?
He just keep staring.
I know atleast one other man in this match besides myself that’s really capable of somethin’ like that. The rest of ya, ya talk big, ya good at runnin’ ya mouths but I know ya not really willin’ to go the extra mile to win this thing. I know someone like Al-Thani is just a loud mouth fuckin’ moron. I know someone like Jack Gaither is too much of a bitch. I know Renee Pleasant ain’t got balls enough to end someone’s career.
I know.
He doesn’t even seem to blink.
That this match is goin’ to come down to me and Spike Kane, the supposed God of Xtreme, the legendary hall of fame wrestler. I know that me an him are the only two in this whole match that can, have and will end someone’s career just to get to the top.
I don’t pretend to be a good guy, I ain’t no white hat wearin’ superman. I’ve seen the dark underbelly of the beast that is professional wrestlin’. I’ve been on the wrong side of the beast and fought alongside it. I know that in order for me to flourish someone else is goin’ to have to fail. Someone is goin’ down an ain’t getting’ back up again.
I’m ok with that. See once upon a time I wouldn’t of been. Once upon a time I just wanted to fight, win or lose but now I see, now I know. In order for me to survive in IWF someone else has to die. The weak are food for the strong around here an I ain’t weak.
Eddie suddenly turns to the side and bashes the locker with his fist.
I AIN’T WEAK!
He looks directly into the camera again.
Roberto Verona thinks he can dick me around! He thinks he can fire my brother an use him as some sort of bullshit example for me to step my game up! Well I’m steppin’ up Verona! I’m steppin’ the fuck up an I’m knockin’ everyone else the fuck out! An don’t say I didn’t warn ya! Don’t come at me next week when three quarters of the roster are out indefinitely an ask me what my problem is!
MY PROBLEM IS YOU!
My problem is the horse shit ya try and spoon feed us about equal opportunity an wantin’ to see new stars rise! Ya don’t wanna see shit! There’s a reason the old guard of ncw flourishes in IWF, it’s because a Roberto Verona! Anytime anyone starts to make an impact around here he runs them outta the place!
Mason St. Croix!
Gjenrei!
The Apocalypse!
All men who was new faces in the big time an all of them were run the fuck out by Roberto Verona in favor of Alex Jones! Spike Kane! Angel Blake! And The Ace! The ncw honor guard alive an well in the IWF! Well guess what Verona! I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I don’t give a fuck what you throw at me or how hard ya come at me. I’m here to stay! I’m here until my heart stops fuckin’ beatin’ an until that day comes I will make ya life a livin’ hell!
Eddie’s chest heaves with anger.
I’m winnin’ this match! I’m goin’ to Night of the Immortals an I’m winnin’ the Imperial Championship! An once I do I’m gonna invite you out to the ring and I’m gonna bash ya mother fuckin’ skull in with YOUR belt!
His eyes are fueled with anger.
Ya wanted to wake up the sleepin’ dragon? Ya wanted to see what I’m really capable of? Aight but it’s gonna be your funeral Verona… Yours an anyone else stupid enough to stand wit ya.
Eddie brushes past the camera and heads down the hall way of the arena toward the staging area…
Eddie: Doors open…
He looks up to see his dead, an older more grizzled version of Eddie wearing a hunters jacket, jeans and work boots.
Eddie: Pah?
Dad: Hey son.
Eddie pops up off the bench and gives his dad a big bear hug. He pulls back and looks at him.
Eddie: What are ya doin’ here?
Dad: I came to see my boy fight.
Eddie smiles and nods.
Dad: Look Eddie, Rachel called us-
Eddie: Ah hell, here we go.
Eddie starts to turn from his father but the older man grabs him with work worn hands that are harder than granite.
Dad: Son, she’s worried about ya. We’re all worried about ya. Ya can’t blame yaself for what happened with Frank.
Eddie: That mother fucker Verona used him as an example!
Dad: I know boy an I hope he burns in hell but ya can’t go bout things the way you are right now.
His father moves to throw his arm around the shoulders of his boy.
Dad: Ya come along where to be here boy an ya don’t wanna let something like anger get in the way an cloud your judgement.
Eddie: Yeah… I know…
Dad: So when ya out there stay focused, keep ya anger in check and visualize each one of those fucks as Roberto Verona an break their damn necks.
Eddie hasn’t ever really heard his father talk like this, it catches him off guard.
Dad: Be pissed boy but use it. Show that pompous sumbitch that he done fucked with the wrong family.
Eddie nods with a slight grin.
Dad: I’m a tell ya somethin’ my commandin’ officer told me once, somethin’ that always stuck with me. These people, they ain’t ya friends, they ain’t ya family, their standin’ in between ya and ya family. Their ya enemies. An as long as even one of them has breath in their lungs you’ll be stuck in the trenches fightin’ for ya life. So kill’em all.
We open on Eddie Black, this time somewhere in the back of the arena waiting for the Roulette match. He seems ready, determined, driven. He looks at the floor as he speaks.
I ain’t blind or stupid. I know no one in this match had an easy road to IWF. All of us had to go through the independents, wrestle over seas or in high schools. We’ve all bled up for this business, the business that we love. Each of us was a kid once, watchin’ this sport on the television, maybe with out dad or brother an we aspired to be the people we saw on the tv.
He just keeps looking at the floor.
Thing that separates us from each other is how far we’re willin’ to go to win a single match. What are ya willin’ to do just for a chance to be in the ring with the Imperial Champion?
He finally looks up.
I know some a ya are willin’ to put your own bodies on the line, thinkin’ riskin’ your own life, your own limb is gonna be enough but are ya willin’ to hurt the other men in the ring with ya? I mean really hurt, I’m not talkin’ chokin’ someone out until they tap. I’m talkin’ about breakin’ bones, snappin’ limbs, drawin’ blood. I’m talkin’ about takin’ someone an makin’ sure that the Roulette is their last match? Are any of ya really willin’ to go that far?
He just keep staring.
I know atleast one other man in this match besides myself that’s really capable of somethin’ like that. The rest of ya, ya talk big, ya good at runnin’ ya mouths but I know ya not really willin’ to go the extra mile to win this thing. I know someone like Al-Thani is just a loud mouth fuckin’ moron. I know someone like Jack Gaither is too much of a bitch. I know Renee Pleasant ain’t got balls enough to end someone’s career.
I know.
He doesn’t even seem to blink.
That this match is goin’ to come down to me and Spike Kane, the supposed God of Xtreme, the legendary hall of fame wrestler. I know that me an him are the only two in this whole match that can, have and will end someone’s career just to get to the top.
I don’t pretend to be a good guy, I ain’t no white hat wearin’ superman. I’ve seen the dark underbelly of the beast that is professional wrestlin’. I’ve been on the wrong side of the beast and fought alongside it. I know that in order for me to flourish someone else is goin’ to have to fail. Someone is goin’ down an ain’t getting’ back up again.
I’m ok with that. See once upon a time I wouldn’t of been. Once upon a time I just wanted to fight, win or lose but now I see, now I know. In order for me to survive in IWF someone else has to die. The weak are food for the strong around here an I ain’t weak.
Eddie suddenly turns to the side and bashes the locker with his fist.
I AIN’T WEAK!
He looks directly into the camera again.
Roberto Verona thinks he can dick me around! He thinks he can fire my brother an use him as some sort of bullshit example for me to step my game up! Well I’m steppin’ up Verona! I’m steppin’ the fuck up an I’m knockin’ everyone else the fuck out! An don’t say I didn’t warn ya! Don’t come at me next week when three quarters of the roster are out indefinitely an ask me what my problem is!
MY PROBLEM IS YOU!
My problem is the horse shit ya try and spoon feed us about equal opportunity an wantin’ to see new stars rise! Ya don’t wanna see shit! There’s a reason the old guard of ncw flourishes in IWF, it’s because a Roberto Verona! Anytime anyone starts to make an impact around here he runs them outta the place!
Mason St. Croix!
Gjenrei!
The Apocalypse!
All men who was new faces in the big time an all of them were run the fuck out by Roberto Verona in favor of Alex Jones! Spike Kane! Angel Blake! And The Ace! The ncw honor guard alive an well in the IWF! Well guess what Verona! I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I don’t give a fuck what you throw at me or how hard ya come at me. I’m here to stay! I’m here until my heart stops fuckin’ beatin’ an until that day comes I will make ya life a livin’ hell!
Eddie’s chest heaves with anger.
I’m winnin’ this match! I’m goin’ to Night of the Immortals an I’m winnin’ the Imperial Championship! An once I do I’m gonna invite you out to the ring and I’m gonna bash ya mother fuckin’ skull in with YOUR belt!
His eyes are fueled with anger.
Ya wanted to wake up the sleepin’ dragon? Ya wanted to see what I’m really capable of? Aight but it’s gonna be your funeral Verona… Yours an anyone else stupid enough to stand wit ya.
Eddie brushes past the camera and heads down the hall way of the arena toward the staging area…
Well howdy there pardner.