Post by The Predator on Jun 18, 2012 12:22:51 GMT -6
We return to the Predator's gym, but the scene is of a different quality today; Namely, it has taken the look of a field hospital during wartime. Various costumed men, most with exceptional bodies and even more exceptional hair, lay in various poses of broken and battered, some bandaged in the head for blood, others unconscious altogether. We see Lana, gingerly stepping amongst the bodies , eliciting a few whimpers and more than one attempted grope, clutching a beat up piece of paper.
She strides up to Johnny, who is watching beside one of the rings, and shoves the flier into his chest.
"John, what the hell is this?"
John doesn't even look at her, instead reaching into his pocket, withdrawing some sunflower seeds. He motions at the ring.
"That."
An angry biker looking man collapses on camera face first, just within the ring. His eyes widen, and he squeaks as he is dragged off screen again. The wet cracking of beating is heard. Lana speaks up again, wincing.
"Calling all Philadelphia area athletes...Pin or submit the Predator in his home ring, get $20,000. You put out a hit on your client!"
John chuckles. "I didn't print it. He did."
Pan to the ring, where the Predator, in full competition uniform, delivers the Final Glory to his unfortunate victim. He covers him, eyes wild, and John pounds the apron. 1...2...3.
The Predator slides the form of his victim out of the ring, and claps his hands. "Next."
Lana slides into the ring. The Predator raises his eyebrows.
"I'll just give you the 20k if you get another one of the big guys out there to come in here."
She just winks, and he shrugs, and cracks his wrist twice. "Ding ding!"
He walks forward with a smile, which is rapidly erased by a roundhouse kick to the jaw. He looks at her slackjawed, and she repeats the kick with the other leg. "Okay. Ow."
Lana puts her hands on her hips. "GWF Women's Champion. DO I have your attention now?"
The big man dabs a touch of blood from his lips. "Yeah. Alright. What's up?"
She grins. "Hawk put out another release. He tried to back away again. Said you threatened Mischoff to get a match you don't deserve. Then he and Idol talked about beating you up in the parking lot before the show. It was all good fun."
The Predator wipes his forehead. "Put out the standard press release. True champions behave a certain way, yada yada. I have work to do."
Lana sighs, then grins. "Tell you what. Respond like an actual pro wrestler, and I'll give the post-workout massage. Deal?"
Predator raises his eyebrows, and then turns to the camera, face turning serious. "I don't understand why you are so damn bitter, Daddy! I knocked your ass back down the ladder, and all I'm interested in, is giving you another shot to do this thing right. We call that charity, where I'm from. I'd want to run from me too, but, come on, big guy; Stand and fight, don't embarrass your fans like this."
He grabs a towel, and wraps it around his shoulders. "Matt, I feel for you. Always have. It's not easy completely living in the shadow of another overrated legend. It's the worst situation I've ever heard of. You take your share of the lumps, but I don't see a fake title belt around your waist. You get in the ring immediately when you join a fed, you don't suck off management to have a championship invented for you. You're a guy who likes to fight, and I like to fight too. You're also an asshole whose company I have never enjoyed. So naturally, we like to fight each other."
He cracks his neck. "And I tell you what, Big Daddy, pinning you 123 is something I enjoy very much. For all the shit you talk, I have memories of beating you. I think this Iron Match is perfect. For one whole hour, I get to prove to the world how much better I am than you. You can't run. You can't hide. You have to keep getting up to face me, Matt Hawk, and I get to keep proving that we are on different levels. I said No DQ meant no excuses, but I was wrong, as you still have plenty of them. I think an Iron Man Match puts both of us in the position to shut the other up, Daddy. One whole hour to destroy and devastate the other man. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but the least you should do is give me credit; I got off my knees, and I made management give us the shot to finish this between us, once and for all, in a format we both enjoy. I know it's different from kissing ass, which is your standard approach, but give my way a try. Meet me in the ring, and face me like the 'true champion' you claim you are. Winner take all."
The camera pans back out.
"How was that?"
The blonde beauty smiles. "Thatta boy. Do you have a plan B if Idol interferes?"
The Predator snorts. "Hawk has Idol's back, but Idol has yet to have his, in my memory. This should remain one on one right till the end. And if he does decide to try and interfere, I'll be ready for him. And I'll have a plan to interfere with his and cost him his title. I guarantee it."
He looks at the camera again. "So you just worry about Phantom and those belts, Max, and leave this between Daddy and me. If you think otherwise, I'll make your night interesting. That is a promise, not a threat. And if you manage to beat Phantom, and become the REAL champion? I'll be coming for you all the same, just as soon as I finish up this thing with Hawk. So get grab your Rocky reject, and you fools get back to work. You have plenty of steak on your plate, boy."
It pans back again, and the Predator puts his hands on his knees.
"Next!"
Blackout
She strides up to Johnny, who is watching beside one of the rings, and shoves the flier into his chest.
"John, what the hell is this?"
John doesn't even look at her, instead reaching into his pocket, withdrawing some sunflower seeds. He motions at the ring.
"That."
An angry biker looking man collapses on camera face first, just within the ring. His eyes widen, and he squeaks as he is dragged off screen again. The wet cracking of beating is heard. Lana speaks up again, wincing.
"Calling all Philadelphia area athletes...Pin or submit the Predator in his home ring, get $20,000. You put out a hit on your client!"
John chuckles. "I didn't print it. He did."
Pan to the ring, where the Predator, in full competition uniform, delivers the Final Glory to his unfortunate victim. He covers him, eyes wild, and John pounds the apron. 1...2...3.
The Predator slides the form of his victim out of the ring, and claps his hands. "Next."
Lana slides into the ring. The Predator raises his eyebrows.
"I'll just give you the 20k if you get another one of the big guys out there to come in here."
She just winks, and he shrugs, and cracks his wrist twice. "Ding ding!"
He walks forward with a smile, which is rapidly erased by a roundhouse kick to the jaw. He looks at her slackjawed, and she repeats the kick with the other leg. "Okay. Ow."
Lana puts her hands on her hips. "GWF Women's Champion. DO I have your attention now?"
The big man dabs a touch of blood from his lips. "Yeah. Alright. What's up?"
She grins. "Hawk put out another release. He tried to back away again. Said you threatened Mischoff to get a match you don't deserve. Then he and Idol talked about beating you up in the parking lot before the show. It was all good fun."
The Predator wipes his forehead. "Put out the standard press release. True champions behave a certain way, yada yada. I have work to do."
Lana sighs, then grins. "Tell you what. Respond like an actual pro wrestler, and I'll give the post-workout massage. Deal?"
Predator raises his eyebrows, and then turns to the camera, face turning serious. "I don't understand why you are so damn bitter, Daddy! I knocked your ass back down the ladder, and all I'm interested in, is giving you another shot to do this thing right. We call that charity, where I'm from. I'd want to run from me too, but, come on, big guy; Stand and fight, don't embarrass your fans like this."
He grabs a towel, and wraps it around his shoulders. "Matt, I feel for you. Always have. It's not easy completely living in the shadow of another overrated legend. It's the worst situation I've ever heard of. You take your share of the lumps, but I don't see a fake title belt around your waist. You get in the ring immediately when you join a fed, you don't suck off management to have a championship invented for you. You're a guy who likes to fight, and I like to fight too. You're also an asshole whose company I have never enjoyed. So naturally, we like to fight each other."
He cracks his neck. "And I tell you what, Big Daddy, pinning you 123 is something I enjoy very much. For all the shit you talk, I have memories of beating you. I think this Iron Match is perfect. For one whole hour, I get to prove to the world how much better I am than you. You can't run. You can't hide. You have to keep getting up to face me, Matt Hawk, and I get to keep proving that we are on different levels. I said No DQ meant no excuses, but I was wrong, as you still have plenty of them. I think an Iron Man Match puts both of us in the position to shut the other up, Daddy. One whole hour to destroy and devastate the other man. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but the least you should do is give me credit; I got off my knees, and I made management give us the shot to finish this between us, once and for all, in a format we both enjoy. I know it's different from kissing ass, which is your standard approach, but give my way a try. Meet me in the ring, and face me like the 'true champion' you claim you are. Winner take all."
The camera pans back out.
"How was that?"
The blonde beauty smiles. "Thatta boy. Do you have a plan B if Idol interferes?"
The Predator snorts. "Hawk has Idol's back, but Idol has yet to have his, in my memory. This should remain one on one right till the end. And if he does decide to try and interfere, I'll be ready for him. And I'll have a plan to interfere with his and cost him his title. I guarantee it."
He looks at the camera again. "So you just worry about Phantom and those belts, Max, and leave this between Daddy and me. If you think otherwise, I'll make your night interesting. That is a promise, not a threat. And if you manage to beat Phantom, and become the REAL champion? I'll be coming for you all the same, just as soon as I finish up this thing with Hawk. So get grab your Rocky reject, and you fools get back to work. You have plenty of steak on your plate, boy."
It pans back again, and the Predator puts his hands on his knees.
"Next!"
Blackout