Post by The Predator on Jul 19, 2012 2:06:02 GMT -6
We see a pair of tombstones, illuminating by a vague, cloudy sky beaming a soft sun. The names Erik Rogers and Thomas Rogers are etched in them, and they are shells; No flowers adorn them, and no decorations are in sight.
The Predator stands at the grave of his relatives, champions of ages past, and looks on with an intense stare. He lifts his Champion's Advantage Briefcase, and looks bemused. He looks back and the graves, and whispered softly.
"What do I do with this, boys? How do I use it to make you proud?"
Johnny walks into frame, carrying two small bouquets of flowers, and sets them softly on each tombstone. "You were just as great as they were, bud. Just as many titles, just as well known. They're already proud."
The Predator smiles wistfully.
"Past tense on the great, huh?"
"Ah, well, you know...You're still kicking a ton of ass, man. It was just a statement."
"An accurate statement, possibly. But I intend to light it up, one last time. Win one last title, and separate myself from the pack. Become the greatest wrestler alive, and cast my constellation into the starry sky of this sport. And this, opulent, long form contract with a million stipulations, essentially guarantees me that chance. But it's a devil's deal."
Johnny looks confused. "What? It's a gimme. Just cash that bad boy in, and it's all good. Champion again. Not just champ, but, to quote Mahoney, WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION."
Predator snarls. "The contract is a choice AND an opportunity. I'm guaranteed the chance at the title. But I can...take it whenever I wish. I can wait till the champion is battered, broken, emotionally exhausted...I can prey on him. And that, that is not how I wan't to win the title."
John nods. Predator returns to looking pensive. The manager's comment is meek, but forceful. "You know, Pred...You are the last true hero in this business."
Predator looks up, bemused. "What?"
"You serve the fans. All of them, not just yours. You fight for honest reasons, to better yourself, to honor your family, to leave behind something real. You refuse to take dishonorable action, you give even your fiercest rivals the modicum of respect they deserve...there is a reason you are so popular, mate. The fans love you because you are more than just the best wrestler alive; You are the BEST wrestler alive."
Predator appears floored, and John simply walks off. The big man turns back to the gravestones.
"A true hero, Dad. I can only hope."
The Predator stands at the grave of his relatives, champions of ages past, and looks on with an intense stare. He lifts his Champion's Advantage Briefcase, and looks bemused. He looks back and the graves, and whispered softly.
"What do I do with this, boys? How do I use it to make you proud?"
Johnny walks into frame, carrying two small bouquets of flowers, and sets them softly on each tombstone. "You were just as great as they were, bud. Just as many titles, just as well known. They're already proud."
The Predator smiles wistfully.
"Past tense on the great, huh?"
"Ah, well, you know...You're still kicking a ton of ass, man. It was just a statement."
"An accurate statement, possibly. But I intend to light it up, one last time. Win one last title, and separate myself from the pack. Become the greatest wrestler alive, and cast my constellation into the starry sky of this sport. And this, opulent, long form contract with a million stipulations, essentially guarantees me that chance. But it's a devil's deal."
Johnny looks confused. "What? It's a gimme. Just cash that bad boy in, and it's all good. Champion again. Not just champ, but, to quote Mahoney, WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION."
Predator snarls. "The contract is a choice AND an opportunity. I'm guaranteed the chance at the title. But I can...take it whenever I wish. I can wait till the champion is battered, broken, emotionally exhausted...I can prey on him. And that, that is not how I wan't to win the title."
John nods. Predator returns to looking pensive. The manager's comment is meek, but forceful. "You know, Pred...You are the last true hero in this business."
Predator looks up, bemused. "What?"
"You serve the fans. All of them, not just yours. You fight for honest reasons, to better yourself, to honor your family, to leave behind something real. You refuse to take dishonorable action, you give even your fiercest rivals the modicum of respect they deserve...there is a reason you are so popular, mate. The fans love you because you are more than just the best wrestler alive; You are the BEST wrestler alive."
Predator appears floored, and John simply walks off. The big man turns back to the gravestones.
"A true hero, Dad. I can only hope."