Post by thrashmetaldan on Aug 6, 2012 17:24:27 GMT -6
The scene opens on a dimly lit room. The same Damien Vincent has often used for his TV spots. This time, however, there are a pair of chairs sitting under the lone light which hangs from the ceiling. After a few moments, Mr. Vincent himself limps on-screen and takes a seat in one. He’s obviously still in incredible pain for his match with Hajime at Summer Break Down.
“Good evening, my ladies and gentle-worms! I insincerely hope that your weekend was as joyous as mine! For I secured a victory, well earned, and I intend to make short work of Mr. Savage in the title shot it shall grant me. However! This moment isn’t solely about me! There are more people benefiting from my success than simply myself! I’m a generous man like that...”
He smiles ear to ear with a sadistic grin reminiscent of the Grinch.
“And one such beneficiary is here with me tonight! For you see, you are about to receive an extraordinary honor. This, my corpulent ones, is a night you shall never forget. Because tonight is the broadcast premiere of the single greatest interview presentation in the history of athletics! Tonight is the first ever episode of...”
THE DARK ROOM
with
MR. VINCENT
The title appears on the screen, and canned applause is heard. When the words fade, CEO Cloe is sitting in the other chair, across from Damien. She looks mildly annoyed to be here.
“Here, we have a woman unlike any other! One who has made this organization into a force to be reckoned with! A woman who has recruited the finest talent who has ever existed...recently anyway...And one who has given all of you what you want at every opportunity! No matter how foolish such desires are! I give to you... Cloe.”
“Mr. Vincent, you gave me your word you wouldn’t say anything else about forcing you into a rematch if I appeared on this ridiculous program.”
“Oh, madame! I wouldn’t dream of it! I understand just how embarrassing it is to have one’s poor decision making mentioned in front of an audience. I have far too much respect for you to do that!”
“It wasn’t a mistake. You and Hajime put on an incredible show, twice. The viewing audience was at an unbelievable high while you were wrestling, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“Of course. Silly me. I forgot. Risking two high profile careers with one match is a completely feasible strategy to turn a profit. Especially when a high chance of injury is involved and both competitors have already done a severe amount of damage to each other’s extremities! A match in which the fastest rising star on your brand is hospitalized over night, and needs heavy painkillers just to train is certainly the thing Freedom needed!”
“Do we really want to keep talking about this, Damien? Do we want to talk about the way that match ended?”
Damien’s eyes narrow and he stares her intently, straight in the eyes for a moment.
“The match ended with my hand raised. I went in with a single goal. And I accomplished it...”
Cleo begins to speak again, but Damien cuts her off.
“In any case! I shall not waste any more of our precious time together speaking about the Broken Prodigy! And you, my dear CEO, should not have to waste your breath asking me questions. I’ve endeavored to bring you here to answer MY questions. So, without any further ado, I’ll commence them.”
Cloe seems to settle down and relax in her chair.
“Fine. Ask away.”
“I shall. Now, first of all, I’d like to discuss a few of the upcoming events from Night of Champions with you. One that obviously comes to mind is the inspired rise of a young superstar in the industry facing off against a horrifying giant with no regard for his own safety, much less that of his opponents. Tell me Cloe, what prompted you to select Andrew Savage’s united states championship as the title I would be pursuing at the event?”
“Well, first off, it was the match you originally earned two weeks ago. But you were delayed elsewhere and Mr. Savage had other priorities as well. Other than that, the match makes sense. It’s an intermediate title that would advance your career and Andrew Savage is a terrific wrestler and an intimidating champion that’ll push your skills to the limit if you expect to take his belt. And I, for one, aren’t entirely convinced you’re an experienced enough competitor to beat him.”
“Well, you’re entitled to your absurd opinions. This is neither the time nor the place to discuss the fact that I believe multiple wins in a title qualifier should have given me a chance at a world title. It’s a start.”
Cloe huffs, exasperated.
“Next, the worms are positively itching to know what you think of the first Freedom vs. Revolution match. Here presented, we have a pair of old, decrepit fools facing off against a couple of bumbling monstrosities in tacky masks. Despite the fact that Your Poisonous Destruction is maybe the worst name I’ve ever heard of for a tag team, they’ve enjoyed quite a bit of success here in the USPW. But, let’s be honest. The competition they’ve faced down hasn’t exactly been world class. Do you think they’ll fair well against the more experienced, mummified duo?”
“Of course. They size and age advantage is going to work in their favor. And they’re solid veterans themselves. But this is going to be the biggest test they’ve ever faced. Anderson and Legend are some of the great all time wrestlers. They’ve been around the block more than once, and they’re going to bring all their savvy to the ring with them. I personally think it’s going to be one of the better match ups on the card.”
“I see. Watching homicidal psychopaths fighting dinosaurs does seem like something your fans would enjoy.”
She looks him over, then responds:
“You, Mr. Vincent, have no right to call another person a psychopath.”
Damien sits there for a moment. Staring at her, motionless. Then, his left eye under his cheek begins to twitch, as it often has before he grows uncontrollable and violent. But unlike previously, he seems to bring himself back through a moment of heavy breathing. After a few seconds, he starts cackling wildly.
“Hahahaha! Oh, madame...you have no idea. But before anyone loses their cool, I believe I’ll go ahead on continue the interview!
The next subject of conversation is the merger. Do you honestly believe men with egos the size of Mischoff and Landson’s could truly work together? Because I must be blatant in saying that I’m incredulous.”
“Well, of course I want to encourage them to compete. We brought together two great brands, and we’re forming an empire. But to do that, we’re going to have to bring out the best in all of their employees. They’ll all have competition and it’ll make everyone involved with USPW stronger. We’ll see how the two of them take it at Night of Champions.”
Damien shifts around in his chair, and appears uncomfortable to even ask this next question.
“Finally, we come to the foremost topic on all of our minds. Cloe, I beg of you respond to me honestly. Do you think it lowers the bar for all of us to have a nearly ancient and outdated warrior as our heavyweight champion? Is he truly more talented than the rest of us? I personally believe that on a moment of weakness from Mike Mahoney, he swept in and stole away with a title he can barely lift at this point in his life. The Predator’s time is over, Cloe. You must agree with me, certainly.”
“On the contrary, sir. The Predator is one of the most decorated, talented, tactical, and powerful wrestlers that have ever stepped foot inside the ring. He’s among the royalty of our business and his name is up there on the pantheon with his brother and father’s. I know him personally, and he’s always conducted himself with class and dignity outside of the Ameri-Dome as well. I couldn’t imagine a better face for our franchise. Between him, Izzy Inzane, and Alexi Hayes as our premiere champions, I believe we’re a very well represented organization.”
Damien stands and begins shouting.
“Well represented?!? How can you even think that! These men are pigs! Fools that have managed to scrape and claw on the backs of less talented fools to the top of a mountain which they are completely unworthy of! The creatures that inhabit this business are overdue for a wakeup call! I AM THAT WAKEUP CALL! That…MAN, and all the rest of them are weak! Pathetic! Idiots that spend more time massaging their fans than they do in the gym! They dishonor all the rest of us that dedicate our very beings to crushing our opponent without regret! And they all do it…every last one! Even those who think they’re willing to cross boundaries are empty! And he’s the worst of them...the apex of the fallen…And I’m the one to remove his pestilence!!!”
He begins storming towards the door, furiously, when Cloe interrupts him.
“Mr. Vincent!...If you talk that way to my face again, you won’t be able to remove anything. You’ll be on the unemployment line.”
He looks back.
“I…I’ll k….UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
He slams the door behind him as he exits.
The scene fades out on Cloe, sitting in her chair calmly, smiling.
“Good evening, my ladies and gentle-worms! I insincerely hope that your weekend was as joyous as mine! For I secured a victory, well earned, and I intend to make short work of Mr. Savage in the title shot it shall grant me. However! This moment isn’t solely about me! There are more people benefiting from my success than simply myself! I’m a generous man like that...”
He smiles ear to ear with a sadistic grin reminiscent of the Grinch.
“And one such beneficiary is here with me tonight! For you see, you are about to receive an extraordinary honor. This, my corpulent ones, is a night you shall never forget. Because tonight is the broadcast premiere of the single greatest interview presentation in the history of athletics! Tonight is the first ever episode of...”
THE DARK ROOM
with
MR. VINCENT
The title appears on the screen, and canned applause is heard. When the words fade, CEO Cloe is sitting in the other chair, across from Damien. She looks mildly annoyed to be here.
“Here, we have a woman unlike any other! One who has made this organization into a force to be reckoned with! A woman who has recruited the finest talent who has ever existed...recently anyway...And one who has given all of you what you want at every opportunity! No matter how foolish such desires are! I give to you... Cloe.”
“Mr. Vincent, you gave me your word you wouldn’t say anything else about forcing you into a rematch if I appeared on this ridiculous program.”
“Oh, madame! I wouldn’t dream of it! I understand just how embarrassing it is to have one’s poor decision making mentioned in front of an audience. I have far too much respect for you to do that!”
“It wasn’t a mistake. You and Hajime put on an incredible show, twice. The viewing audience was at an unbelievable high while you were wrestling, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“Of course. Silly me. I forgot. Risking two high profile careers with one match is a completely feasible strategy to turn a profit. Especially when a high chance of injury is involved and both competitors have already done a severe amount of damage to each other’s extremities! A match in which the fastest rising star on your brand is hospitalized over night, and needs heavy painkillers just to train is certainly the thing Freedom needed!”
“Do we really want to keep talking about this, Damien? Do we want to talk about the way that match ended?”
Damien’s eyes narrow and he stares her intently, straight in the eyes for a moment.
“The match ended with my hand raised. I went in with a single goal. And I accomplished it...”
Cleo begins to speak again, but Damien cuts her off.
“In any case! I shall not waste any more of our precious time together speaking about the Broken Prodigy! And you, my dear CEO, should not have to waste your breath asking me questions. I’ve endeavored to bring you here to answer MY questions. So, without any further ado, I’ll commence them.”
Cloe seems to settle down and relax in her chair.
“Fine. Ask away.”
“I shall. Now, first of all, I’d like to discuss a few of the upcoming events from Night of Champions with you. One that obviously comes to mind is the inspired rise of a young superstar in the industry facing off against a horrifying giant with no regard for his own safety, much less that of his opponents. Tell me Cloe, what prompted you to select Andrew Savage’s united states championship as the title I would be pursuing at the event?”
“Well, first off, it was the match you originally earned two weeks ago. But you were delayed elsewhere and Mr. Savage had other priorities as well. Other than that, the match makes sense. It’s an intermediate title that would advance your career and Andrew Savage is a terrific wrestler and an intimidating champion that’ll push your skills to the limit if you expect to take his belt. And I, for one, aren’t entirely convinced you’re an experienced enough competitor to beat him.”
“Well, you’re entitled to your absurd opinions. This is neither the time nor the place to discuss the fact that I believe multiple wins in a title qualifier should have given me a chance at a world title. It’s a start.”
Cloe huffs, exasperated.
“Next, the worms are positively itching to know what you think of the first Freedom vs. Revolution match. Here presented, we have a pair of old, decrepit fools facing off against a couple of bumbling monstrosities in tacky masks. Despite the fact that Your Poisonous Destruction is maybe the worst name I’ve ever heard of for a tag team, they’ve enjoyed quite a bit of success here in the USPW. But, let’s be honest. The competition they’ve faced down hasn’t exactly been world class. Do you think they’ll fair well against the more experienced, mummified duo?”
“Of course. They size and age advantage is going to work in their favor. And they’re solid veterans themselves. But this is going to be the biggest test they’ve ever faced. Anderson and Legend are some of the great all time wrestlers. They’ve been around the block more than once, and they’re going to bring all their savvy to the ring with them. I personally think it’s going to be one of the better match ups on the card.”
“I see. Watching homicidal psychopaths fighting dinosaurs does seem like something your fans would enjoy.”
She looks him over, then responds:
“You, Mr. Vincent, have no right to call another person a psychopath.”
Damien sits there for a moment. Staring at her, motionless. Then, his left eye under his cheek begins to twitch, as it often has before he grows uncontrollable and violent. But unlike previously, he seems to bring himself back through a moment of heavy breathing. After a few seconds, he starts cackling wildly.
“Hahahaha! Oh, madame...you have no idea. But before anyone loses their cool, I believe I’ll go ahead on continue the interview!
The next subject of conversation is the merger. Do you honestly believe men with egos the size of Mischoff and Landson’s could truly work together? Because I must be blatant in saying that I’m incredulous.”
“Well, of course I want to encourage them to compete. We brought together two great brands, and we’re forming an empire. But to do that, we’re going to have to bring out the best in all of their employees. They’ll all have competition and it’ll make everyone involved with USPW stronger. We’ll see how the two of them take it at Night of Champions.”
Damien shifts around in his chair, and appears uncomfortable to even ask this next question.
“Finally, we come to the foremost topic on all of our minds. Cloe, I beg of you respond to me honestly. Do you think it lowers the bar for all of us to have a nearly ancient and outdated warrior as our heavyweight champion? Is he truly more talented than the rest of us? I personally believe that on a moment of weakness from Mike Mahoney, he swept in and stole away with a title he can barely lift at this point in his life. The Predator’s time is over, Cloe. You must agree with me, certainly.”
“On the contrary, sir. The Predator is one of the most decorated, talented, tactical, and powerful wrestlers that have ever stepped foot inside the ring. He’s among the royalty of our business and his name is up there on the pantheon with his brother and father’s. I know him personally, and he’s always conducted himself with class and dignity outside of the Ameri-Dome as well. I couldn’t imagine a better face for our franchise. Between him, Izzy Inzane, and Alexi Hayes as our premiere champions, I believe we’re a very well represented organization.”
Damien stands and begins shouting.
“Well represented?!? How can you even think that! These men are pigs! Fools that have managed to scrape and claw on the backs of less talented fools to the top of a mountain which they are completely unworthy of! The creatures that inhabit this business are overdue for a wakeup call! I AM THAT WAKEUP CALL! That…MAN, and all the rest of them are weak! Pathetic! Idiots that spend more time massaging their fans than they do in the gym! They dishonor all the rest of us that dedicate our very beings to crushing our opponent without regret! And they all do it…every last one! Even those who think they’re willing to cross boundaries are empty! And he’s the worst of them...the apex of the fallen…And I’m the one to remove his pestilence!!!”
He begins storming towards the door, furiously, when Cloe interrupts him.
“Mr. Vincent!...If you talk that way to my face again, you won’t be able to remove anything. You’ll be on the unemployment line.”
He looks back.
“I…I’ll k….UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”
He slams the door behind him as he exits.
The scene fades out on Cloe, sitting in her chair calmly, smiling.
BTW, great, entertaining post Andrew Savage! Can't wait to see how we do.
