Post by Louis Armstrong on Aug 13, 2009 23:57:00 GMT -6
[Mark walks onto set behind him is an NCW banner. The grips turn the lights on, and Mark winces at the brightness. The camera man begins his countdown, and Mark finishes his beer and throws the can on the ground just as the count hits one. The camera man yells action.]
A new week and a new promotion, and oh how the last one ended. It all ended with my stable standing tall, and we were the reason they closed the place, because we had taken over, and rather than deal with it they packed up shop and left, but now I learn that it was all for nothing, because the leader was in it for himself, and he had told all of us that we were there for the fairness of the worker, and after it was all said and done we didn’t move on to another place to help the workers.
No, he left and went on with his business. He has money to continue to sustain himself, but I don’t, so rather than continue on with an ideological goal I had to find work, so here I am to ply my craft at yet another wrestling promotion for yet another paycheck. The sad thing is that before he came along I was already working well in another promotion, but I guess I put on the goggles and believed that he was concerned about the workers.
So now I am wrestling in this joint, and in my first match I have to face, ahh.
[Mark pulls out a notecard.]
Bryten Bourne, yes another newcomer just like me, and well I know nothing about him, so my talking points are kinda thin here. I guess he was in some low rent movies, and I mean we have all done a few of those, especially when cash is strapped, but this isn’t a game. I am not going to play pretend with him in the ring, and no one is going to yell cut.
I have been wrestling in bingo halls for 20 years, and now I am 41, and this little prick thinks that he can just come on over to wrestling, like it all is a big game. Let me tell you something, you retard, this is an athletic competition, and I will not hesitate to break your neck, or stab you in that ring. You have no respect for the level we wrestlers compete at week after week, and it is going to be a bone crunching alarm clock when you step in that ring.
You are both going to be woken up to the reality of the situation and put to sleep with my fist. I am sick of this, screw you Hollywood, and screw this damn promo.
[Mark knocks the camera down and gets into an argument with the camera man. The scene fades to black as the scream at each other.]
A new week and a new promotion, and oh how the last one ended. It all ended with my stable standing tall, and we were the reason they closed the place, because we had taken over, and rather than deal with it they packed up shop and left, but now I learn that it was all for nothing, because the leader was in it for himself, and he had told all of us that we were there for the fairness of the worker, and after it was all said and done we didn’t move on to another place to help the workers.
No, he left and went on with his business. He has money to continue to sustain himself, but I don’t, so rather than continue on with an ideological goal I had to find work, so here I am to ply my craft at yet another wrestling promotion for yet another paycheck. The sad thing is that before he came along I was already working well in another promotion, but I guess I put on the goggles and believed that he was concerned about the workers.
So now I am wrestling in this joint, and in my first match I have to face, ahh.
[Mark pulls out a notecard.]
Bryten Bourne, yes another newcomer just like me, and well I know nothing about him, so my talking points are kinda thin here. I guess he was in some low rent movies, and I mean we have all done a few of those, especially when cash is strapped, but this isn’t a game. I am not going to play pretend with him in the ring, and no one is going to yell cut.
I have been wrestling in bingo halls for 20 years, and now I am 41, and this little prick thinks that he can just come on over to wrestling, like it all is a big game. Let me tell you something, you retard, this is an athletic competition, and I will not hesitate to break your neck, or stab you in that ring. You have no respect for the level we wrestlers compete at week after week, and it is going to be a bone crunching alarm clock when you step in that ring.
You are both going to be woken up to the reality of the situation and put to sleep with my fist. I am sick of this, screw you Hollywood, and screw this damn promo.
[Mark knocks the camera down and gets into an argument with the camera man. The scene fades to black as the scream at each other.]