Post by Zasshu II on Apr 2, 2015 14:29:48 GMT
We find Eddie Black shortly after the Roulette has ended, a look of rage and frustration strewn across his face. He drips with sweat as he storms through the hall ways with his black bag not even bothering to change out his wrestling gear. He’s about to exit the arena when a familiar voice calls out to him.
Joey Leroux: Eddie!
Eddie stops with his hand on the push lever for the steel door, he sighs as he looks down at the grey concrete floor of the building then turn his head in the direction of the always cheaply dressed Joey Leroux, black hair slicked back with way too much gel.
Joey Leroux: Holy crap man! You kicked ass out there!
Joey catches up with Eddie at the door and slaps him on the back with a laugh.
Eddie: Yeah…
Joey tilts his head as he looks at Eddie.
Joey Leroux: What’s going on man? You just dominated the Roulette you should be ecstatic!
Eddie snaps almost out of nowhere and grabs Joey by the collar of his sports coat and shoves him hard up against the white brick wall.
Eddie: I LOST! I GOT TOSSED OUT JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER PIECE OF TRASH IN THAT MATCH!
Eddie pulls his hand back and Joey flinches slightly, down the hall we can see the figure of Malaki take shape as he starts walking more quickly in their direction, Joey looks over to him and shakes his head slightly to tell him to wait.
Joey Leroux: A match like that isn’t just about winning, it’s about the performance.
Eddie: Yeah an my performance landed me a spot on Trainin’ Grounds with all the other curtain jerkin’ new comers. I’m a goddamn former tag team champion. I was a part of the Age a fuckin’ X an now what!? Now what am I!?
Eddie seethes with anger as he glares at Joey, not mad at him just directing his frustration in his direction.
Eddie: This is all that mother fucker Verona…
Joey Leroux: Yeah he’s a dick.
Eddie: He thinks he can jerk my chain like I’m a fuckin’ dog on a leash…
Eddie turns back to the door and pushes it open.
Joey Leroux: What are you going to do?
Eddie: I’m a fuckin’ bite.
Eddie pushes the door the rest of the way open and steps out into the night leaving Joey with a little smirk on his face as he pictures that loveable redneck beating the holy hell out of Roberto Verona.
Who the fuck is Jason Rhodes?
Eddie looks from side to side a little confused.
Yah just as confused as me? Don’t worry, I’m a walk you through this cuz I think I got a pretty good idea who Jason Rhodes might be.
He just looks straight on into the camera, that look of rage slowly returning as wind moves through the trees behind him.
Jason Rhodes is a piece a fuckin’ meat hangin’ from a fishin’ line over my head. See this match, it’s a slap in my fuckin’ face. I don’t belong on Trainin’ Grounds wrestlin’ with the new comers, the never was’ and all the other sorry sacks a shit Verona hires. I belong on Sacrifice wrestlin’ the best of the best but this match, it’s Verona tryin’ to show me who the fuck is in charge.
He shakes his head as his skin starts to flush red with anger.
I’M IN CHARGE! An if yah wanna dangle meat in front of a hungry dog then yah better believe I’m gonna rip that shit to pieces. Jason Rhodes is a fuckin’ victim a circumstance! Wrong place! Wrong time! Wrong mother fuckin’ person!
He sways a bit from side to side as he gathers his thoughts.
See I get it, I get the lil game we’re playin’, almost like fuckin’ chess. Verona moves a piece, corners a pawn an waits to move in for the kill, toyin’ with me. But I don’t play chess, I don’t do this move for move bullshit. I’m not a pussy like Roberto Verona. I don’t sit behind my lil army of henchmen and bitch tit boyfriends like Jake Conway. I don’t like somethin’ or someone then I walk the fuck up to their face an I knock them the fuck out. That’s what’s gonna happen to Jason Rhodes because he’s standin’ in my way.
He points a shaky index finger into the lens of the camera.
Jason Rhodes is a fuckin’ warnin’ shot across the top a Roberto Verona’s head. I don’t give a fuck how good yah think yah are, what yah done, where yah been. Yah standin’ in between me and where I wanna be in the IWF. Yah standin’ in between me an the main show. Yah a stand in for the man I REALLY wanna piece of, Roberto Verona. See he wants to treat me like a hungry dog, yankin’ my chain every chance he gets. Well yah wanna treat me like a fuckin’ dog then I’m gonna act like one an that is bad news for a guy like Jason Rhodes.
He pulls his hand back an shakes his head with a bit of a smirk on his face.
Jason Rhodes is a casualty. Maybe an innocent one, maybe not, I really don’t care anymore. The fact of the matter is I’m gonna show this entire fuckin’ roster that Eddie Black is the wrong mother fucker to fuck wit. I’m not just gonna beat yah, Jason, I’m not just gonna pin yah shoulders to the mat and walk away,
I’m gonna destroy yah.
I’m gonna show Roberto Verona what happens when yah back a hungry dog into a corner. I’m gonna show this entire roster exactly what I’m capable of. Once upon a time I gave a shit about fair competition, winnin’ matches with honor an dignity but not no more. I had that desire stripped away piece by piece by fuckin’ piece. So I ain’t gonna shake yah hand at the beginnin’ of this match, I’m a rip yah fuckin’ arm off an beat yah over the goddamn head with it!
Eddie reaches up and peels off the black bandana.
Son, yah shit outta luck.
He gets so close to the lens only his dark brown eyes are visible.
Verona, pay the fuck attention. Cuz the next time someone asks who is Jason Rhodes, the answer’s gonna be he’s the guy whose medical bills yah payin’ for.
Eddie palms the camera and sends us to black.
Joey Leroux: Eddie!
Eddie stops with his hand on the push lever for the steel door, he sighs as he looks down at the grey concrete floor of the building then turn his head in the direction of the always cheaply dressed Joey Leroux, black hair slicked back with way too much gel.
Joey Leroux: Holy crap man! You kicked ass out there!
Joey catches up with Eddie at the door and slaps him on the back with a laugh.
Eddie: Yeah…
Joey tilts his head as he looks at Eddie.
Joey Leroux: What’s going on man? You just dominated the Roulette you should be ecstatic!
Eddie snaps almost out of nowhere and grabs Joey by the collar of his sports coat and shoves him hard up against the white brick wall.
Eddie: I LOST! I GOT TOSSED OUT JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER PIECE OF TRASH IN THAT MATCH!
Eddie pulls his hand back and Joey flinches slightly, down the hall we can see the figure of Malaki take shape as he starts walking more quickly in their direction, Joey looks over to him and shakes his head slightly to tell him to wait.
Joey Leroux: A match like that isn’t just about winning, it’s about the performance.
Eddie: Yeah an my performance landed me a spot on Trainin’ Grounds with all the other curtain jerkin’ new comers. I’m a goddamn former tag team champion. I was a part of the Age a fuckin’ X an now what!? Now what am I!?
Eddie seethes with anger as he glares at Joey, not mad at him just directing his frustration in his direction.
Eddie: This is all that mother fucker Verona…
Joey Leroux: Yeah he’s a dick.
Eddie: He thinks he can jerk my chain like I’m a fuckin’ dog on a leash…
Eddie turns back to the door and pushes it open.
Joey Leroux: What are you going to do?
Eddie: I’m a fuckin’ bite.
Eddie pushes the door the rest of the way open and steps out into the night leaving Joey with a little smirk on his face as he pictures that loveable redneck beating the holy hell out of Roberto Verona.
Who the fuck is Jason Rhodes?
Eddie looks from side to side a little confused.
Yah just as confused as me? Don’t worry, I’m a walk you through this cuz I think I got a pretty good idea who Jason Rhodes might be.
He just looks straight on into the camera, that look of rage slowly returning as wind moves through the trees behind him.
Jason Rhodes is a piece a fuckin’ meat hangin’ from a fishin’ line over my head. See this match, it’s a slap in my fuckin’ face. I don’t belong on Trainin’ Grounds wrestlin’ with the new comers, the never was’ and all the other sorry sacks a shit Verona hires. I belong on Sacrifice wrestlin’ the best of the best but this match, it’s Verona tryin’ to show me who the fuck is in charge.
He shakes his head as his skin starts to flush red with anger.
I’M IN CHARGE! An if yah wanna dangle meat in front of a hungry dog then yah better believe I’m gonna rip that shit to pieces. Jason Rhodes is a fuckin’ victim a circumstance! Wrong place! Wrong time! Wrong mother fuckin’ person!
He sways a bit from side to side as he gathers his thoughts.
See I get it, I get the lil game we’re playin’, almost like fuckin’ chess. Verona moves a piece, corners a pawn an waits to move in for the kill, toyin’ with me. But I don’t play chess, I don’t do this move for move bullshit. I’m not a pussy like Roberto Verona. I don’t sit behind my lil army of henchmen and bitch tit boyfriends like Jake Conway. I don’t like somethin’ or someone then I walk the fuck up to their face an I knock them the fuck out. That’s what’s gonna happen to Jason Rhodes because he’s standin’ in my way.
He points a shaky index finger into the lens of the camera.
Jason Rhodes is a fuckin’ warnin’ shot across the top a Roberto Verona’s head. I don’t give a fuck how good yah think yah are, what yah done, where yah been. Yah standin’ in between me and where I wanna be in the IWF. Yah standin’ in between me an the main show. Yah a stand in for the man I REALLY wanna piece of, Roberto Verona. See he wants to treat me like a hungry dog, yankin’ my chain every chance he gets. Well yah wanna treat me like a fuckin’ dog then I’m gonna act like one an that is bad news for a guy like Jason Rhodes.
He pulls his hand back an shakes his head with a bit of a smirk on his face.
Jason Rhodes is a casualty. Maybe an innocent one, maybe not, I really don’t care anymore. The fact of the matter is I’m gonna show this entire fuckin’ roster that Eddie Black is the wrong mother fucker to fuck wit. I’m not just gonna beat yah, Jason, I’m not just gonna pin yah shoulders to the mat and walk away,
I’m gonna destroy yah.
I’m gonna show Roberto Verona what happens when yah back a hungry dog into a corner. I’m gonna show this entire roster exactly what I’m capable of. Once upon a time I gave a shit about fair competition, winnin’ matches with honor an dignity but not no more. I had that desire stripped away piece by piece by fuckin’ piece. So I ain’t gonna shake yah hand at the beginnin’ of this match, I’m a rip yah fuckin’ arm off an beat yah over the goddamn head with it!
Eddie reaches up and peels off the black bandana.
Son, yah shit outta luck.
He gets so close to the lens only his dark brown eyes are visible.
Verona, pay the fuck attention. Cuz the next time someone asks who is Jason Rhodes, the answer’s gonna be he’s the guy whose medical bills yah payin’ for.
Eddie palms the camera and sends us to black.
Well howdy there pardner.