Post by Wez on Jan 16, 2008 19:28:55 GMT -5
{Loaded has just finished. Wez Vendetta is walking along an arena corridor on his way to the locker room. He spots the referee, who oversaw his match against Yukio Blaze. He walks over and pins the official to the wall, driving his elbow into the helpless guy’s throat. Wez protests about the match result.}
Wez Vendetta: What the hell was that? I would never quit a match and I feel you cheated me out of a victory. I believe that matches should be a metaphorical fight to the death, producing one clear winner.
{He pushes his elbow deeper, causing greater asphyxiation, before letting his traumatized prey fall to the floor. He walks away, feeling slightly more satisfied with himself. He enters the locker room and looks at the notice board. His attention is attracted to the House Show match list where he features in the main event against Vinson Evorett.}
W.V: Vinson Everett is a degenerate punk who I have no respect for. He blames everyone else for his own idiotic mistakes, and is likely to find some lame excuse for why he lost to me. I expect he’ll back out of the match, although I wouldn’t blame him if he refused to compete against me because losing is not an option for me right now. I do not fear pain and will not stop until he is declared the loser. I’m out to spill blood. I’ve heard he has suicidal tendencies, well it might be better for him to get out now, because the torture I’m about to put him through is a whole lot worse than death.
{He continues to spill his thoughts to an empty locker room.}
W.V: It is quite obvious why I have been dropped to the House Show’s main event. I have proved that I can fight among the professionals and they see me as a threat. You can only give me the “best of the rest” matches for so long. It is only a matter of time until there are no more punch bags to demolish.
{He leaves the locker room and proceeds to the parking lot. He jumps in his black Ford F150 and takes the highway, heading to his hotel. He enters his room, sits down on the long leather sofa, pours himself a double Jack Daniels straight and then switches on the television. The local news is showing.}
News Reporter: A shocking tragedy for you tonight, the illegitimate son of WFWF wrestler Vinson Evorett passed away this week.
{The reporter continues the story as Wez begins to shout, yet again to an empty room.}
Wez: Oh great there’s his excuse. What makes me even angrier is it was his own stupid decision that caused the baby to die. He could have chosen a decent girl, someone with a bit of class. If he’s into dirty crack-w*ores he could have at least used contraception. That kid deserved to be put out its misery.
{Wez’s facial expression then suddenly changes from intense anger to genuine sorrow. He appears to be showing a sympathetic side for the first time since re-joining the WFWF.}
Wez: Poor little b*stard. Sleep well.
{The following morning he gets up early, climbs into his F150 and travels down to where the dead child is resting. There is a light breeze sweeping through the cemetery. Wez pauses as he reaches the memorial. He takes a single black rose from the inside pocket of his suit and lays it at the graveside. He then turns and walks away.}
Wez Vendetta: What the hell was that? I would never quit a match and I feel you cheated me out of a victory. I believe that matches should be a metaphorical fight to the death, producing one clear winner.
{He pushes his elbow deeper, causing greater asphyxiation, before letting his traumatized prey fall to the floor. He walks away, feeling slightly more satisfied with himself. He enters the locker room and looks at the notice board. His attention is attracted to the House Show match list where he features in the main event against Vinson Evorett.}
W.V: Vinson Everett is a degenerate punk who I have no respect for. He blames everyone else for his own idiotic mistakes, and is likely to find some lame excuse for why he lost to me. I expect he’ll back out of the match, although I wouldn’t blame him if he refused to compete against me because losing is not an option for me right now. I do not fear pain and will not stop until he is declared the loser. I’m out to spill blood. I’ve heard he has suicidal tendencies, well it might be better for him to get out now, because the torture I’m about to put him through is a whole lot worse than death.
{He continues to spill his thoughts to an empty locker room.}
W.V: It is quite obvious why I have been dropped to the House Show’s main event. I have proved that I can fight among the professionals and they see me as a threat. You can only give me the “best of the rest” matches for so long. It is only a matter of time until there are no more punch bags to demolish.
{He leaves the locker room and proceeds to the parking lot. He jumps in his black Ford F150 and takes the highway, heading to his hotel. He enters his room, sits down on the long leather sofa, pours himself a double Jack Daniels straight and then switches on the television. The local news is showing.}
News Reporter: A shocking tragedy for you tonight, the illegitimate son of WFWF wrestler Vinson Evorett passed away this week.
{The reporter continues the story as Wez begins to shout, yet again to an empty room.}
Wez: Oh great there’s his excuse. What makes me even angrier is it was his own stupid decision that caused the baby to die. He could have chosen a decent girl, someone with a bit of class. If he’s into dirty crack-w*ores he could have at least used contraception. That kid deserved to be put out its misery.
{Wez’s facial expression then suddenly changes from intense anger to genuine sorrow. He appears to be showing a sympathetic side for the first time since re-joining the WFWF.}
Wez: Poor little b*stard. Sleep well.
{The following morning he gets up early, climbs into his F150 and travels down to where the dead child is resting. There is a light breeze sweeping through the cemetery. Wez pauses as he reaches the memorial. He takes a single black rose from the inside pocket of his suit and lays it at the graveside. He then turns and walks away.}
