Post by The Predator on Jun 2, 2012 19:12:19 GMT -6
[The scene opens in the Predator's locker room as the Freedom card begins to wind down. He is looking in a corner mirror, carefully dressing the cut on his forehead. Once the gauze and the bandage is applied, he sits, slowly, down on a chair next to the mirror. The camera pans over him slowly, and we take in his battle scars. His hands are badly swollen, and bruises are beginning to form on his ribs. His skin color, normally a healthy Germanic tan, is bright red. Plainly, his triple threat victory was a damaging one. Lana walks in the door, a radiant smile on her features, and struts over to the sagging wrestler. Her grin turns into a frown when she sees his disheveled state.]
The Predator looks up at her, and tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. "I have to say, Lana. I'm a believer. I'd have never pulled that off if you hadn't have brought my edge back out of me."
She smirks, and starts a casual, one handed massage of his neck. "That was really, really good to see back there, Dylan. Those two were on top of their game, razor sharp. You beat them down, you outlasted them, you out-wrestled them... I don't think you could do that if you were past your prime. I think the Predator is really, truly back."
He laughs, and winces in pain. "You never dominate and lock down a match against two determined warriors like that. You survive it by being just a bit better. I'm satisfied." He looks up at her, his face suddenly serious. "That's the level I need to wrestle at from now on. No backwards steps. I need to keep moving forward, keep getting better. Please. Stay."
The request clearly takes her aback, but before she can answer, Johnny bursts through the door, clearly a bit tipsy, laughing like an idiot. He staggers over and gives the Predator a congratulatory slap on the back, one that clearly causes the big man some discomfort. Johnny is oblivious.
"Match of the damn night, my friend. All action, all heart...I didn't even know you could still DO the Dreamcatcher, man!"
The Predator looks up at Lana apologetically, and then turns his head to address John. "I'll admit, I didn't know I could either. It was an old reflex...I'm lucky I didn't fall on my ass." He looks back to the girl and explains, "The Dreamcatcher was my old finisher. I switched to the Final Glory because it makes better use of my strength, and its easier to lift somebody up that to Matrix up a turnbuckle."
Lana giggles.
Johnny suddenly appears sobered, as if he is coming to a thought. "You called out Matt Hawk after the match...With how good you were tonight, I have no doubts management books it. Gravedigger and Decca were good, man, but Matt might be, even still, better. And you two know each other as well as any two wrestlers on Earth when it comes to what is gonna go down in the ring..." He fidgets with his collar. "Why now, champ? Are you really ready for this just yet? Why not take on a few jobbers, maybe get another mid-card booking to keep sharpening up? Why Matt Hawk three weeks into your comeback?"
Predator's fists clench. " Wherever these Hell Patrol guys go, its all about them. They attempt to take the hype, take the reigns, and rewrite history to suit their whims. It's all self-serving bullshit. I'm not gonna let them come to USPW and do the same thing. I'm not gonna let Big Daddy and the Idol rewrite the book on my career."
He stands up, and cracks his neck. "Why now? Because I'm bigger, I've always been better, and it's time to scratch this itch. I called him out because I need to beat him. I need to do it again; If I do, it means I've accomplished the same feat 6 years apart. It means I'm back."
He exhales. "And besides, he's a badass, and wrestling him when he's on his game is a blast, personal shit aside. I'm going to get changed, okay? Wait for me out front. Let's go get drinks, celebrate the big win a little."
This clearly perks both Lana and Johnny up, as they exit rather hastily, chatting excitedly to one another about business, potential matches, and more lucrative endorsements. The Predator is left alone; He looks at the mirror, and grins.
"Game on, Daddy."
Blackout
The Predator looks up at her, and tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. "I have to say, Lana. I'm a believer. I'd have never pulled that off if you hadn't have brought my edge back out of me."
She smirks, and starts a casual, one handed massage of his neck. "That was really, really good to see back there, Dylan. Those two were on top of their game, razor sharp. You beat them down, you outlasted them, you out-wrestled them... I don't think you could do that if you were past your prime. I think the Predator is really, truly back."
He laughs, and winces in pain. "You never dominate and lock down a match against two determined warriors like that. You survive it by being just a bit better. I'm satisfied." He looks up at her, his face suddenly serious. "That's the level I need to wrestle at from now on. No backwards steps. I need to keep moving forward, keep getting better. Please. Stay."
The request clearly takes her aback, but before she can answer, Johnny bursts through the door, clearly a bit tipsy, laughing like an idiot. He staggers over and gives the Predator a congratulatory slap on the back, one that clearly causes the big man some discomfort. Johnny is oblivious.
"Match of the damn night, my friend. All action, all heart...I didn't even know you could still DO the Dreamcatcher, man!"
The Predator looks up at Lana apologetically, and then turns his head to address John. "I'll admit, I didn't know I could either. It was an old reflex...I'm lucky I didn't fall on my ass." He looks back to the girl and explains, "The Dreamcatcher was my old finisher. I switched to the Final Glory because it makes better use of my strength, and its easier to lift somebody up that to Matrix up a turnbuckle."
Lana giggles.
Johnny suddenly appears sobered, as if he is coming to a thought. "You called out Matt Hawk after the match...With how good you were tonight, I have no doubts management books it. Gravedigger and Decca were good, man, but Matt might be, even still, better. And you two know each other as well as any two wrestlers on Earth when it comes to what is gonna go down in the ring..." He fidgets with his collar. "Why now, champ? Are you really ready for this just yet? Why not take on a few jobbers, maybe get another mid-card booking to keep sharpening up? Why Matt Hawk three weeks into your comeback?"
Predator's fists clench. " Wherever these Hell Patrol guys go, its all about them. They attempt to take the hype, take the reigns, and rewrite history to suit their whims. It's all self-serving bullshit. I'm not gonna let them come to USPW and do the same thing. I'm not gonna let Big Daddy and the Idol rewrite the book on my career."
He stands up, and cracks his neck. "Why now? Because I'm bigger, I've always been better, and it's time to scratch this itch. I called him out because I need to beat him. I need to do it again; If I do, it means I've accomplished the same feat 6 years apart. It means I'm back."
He exhales. "And besides, he's a badass, and wrestling him when he's on his game is a blast, personal shit aside. I'm going to get changed, okay? Wait for me out front. Let's go get drinks, celebrate the big win a little."
This clearly perks both Lana and Johnny up, as they exit rather hastily, chatting excitedly to one another about business, potential matches, and more lucrative endorsements. The Predator is left alone; He looks at the mirror, and grins.
"Game on, Daddy."
Blackout