Post by Link on Dec 8, 2008 17:39:40 GMT -4
The scene opens up to a quiet neighborhood somewhere near downtown Philadelphia. It is overcast and lightly rainy outside. The camera follows closely behind a man as he steps into a small brick building. It is a small pub/tavern that holds no charm or excitement. The patrons are nearly all locals and have long gone over the hill. The man who walks in and orders a pint however is a stark contrast from everyone else in the bar. The man sits down at a table by himself pulling his colors up trying to hide from the world. This man is obviously new to the pub as a many eyes watch him and his every move. It doesn’t help that there is a guy with a camera following closely behind. As the man at the table drinks his beer a much older man approaches the table. This old timer hasn’t shaved in some time, and probably hasn’t had a proper shower in a few days. He sways even when he stops walking, rocking to and fro like sailboat in the Atlantic. Someone from near the bartop yells for him to come back, they identify him as Frank. Ignoring the request Frank stands over the man before breaking the silence. His speech is jumbled and obviously drunk.
[/center]Frank: Ain’t you dat wreslar Fink!
The man at the table doesn’t acknowledge the man but continues to sip is stout as if he was still alone.
[/center]Frank: Yah, you da guy! I seen ya. Ha ha, I toldcha boys! What effin brings ya ta Philadel…you wrastlin? Who ya going to lose to this week? Haha. Wha happen to ya boy. You (inaudible) back when (audible) remember that? I seen ya. You wer da fuckin shit man. The faggot who runs dis place plays your shit on the television. Sometimes. You’ve had some moments, but you ain’t shit now. Huh? You hear me boy.
No response.
[/center]Frank: Why you not saving me?! I seen ya. Here I am save me Fink. I fink that Fink is scared. Haha. You said you came to save. So fave me. Fave…I mean save me. Ha. You dink you so special wit that title huh? You lost it boy, you lost your balls. You just a whore. Like your momma.You ain’t even defend it boy. I mean. Look at ya. Pathetic. You fucking bitch, are you listening to me? Look at me when I speak. I served 8 years in…
For the first time the man at the table, looks up at Frank. He stands up and looks him straight in his eyes. Frank slowly begins to back up. Frank stumbles back and puts his fists up.
[/center]Frank: Yeah boy, lets get dis sho’ on da road! Haha, bet you won’t pu yer title on the line. C’mon! I seen ya. I seen ya.
Link, staring this man down, walks away, from his empty glass, the soulless pub, Frank, and the cameraman.
[/center]Frank: Look at dat! Wink is a pussy! Haha.
Fades
We fade back into a dark scene. Link is outside somewhere in an isolated area. His face is lit and warmed by a fire lit in a large barrel type canister.
[/center]Link: You know, just to prove that I listen, I thought I’d try something different. Level One had the balls to make claims about my actions in and out of the ring. Level One had the tenacity to say that I compensate for my lack of in ring dominance by preying on the weak in the “real world”. He says that before long I could end up doing something horrible like murder. Well, I think that’s a load of shit. I think that my personal business and my APW business are reflections of each other, not compensations, but because I’m a listener I will see, what its like living a “normal” life. Normal like you Level One. I would have murdered that loud mouthed drunk today. So badly did I want to surgically open his face with my pint glass. But I abstained, and I’ll take the “one’s” advice. I’ll put that frustration into my match.
Link: Why does it’s seem like my APW career is like the early seasons of Smallville. Yeah, I can cite Smallville in a promo, without fear of ramification. Anyway, its like each week I am put in these matches with the “freak of the week”. I swear sometimes APW isn’t a wrestling organization but a freak show. Hmm. Yes. And this week I’ve got to deal with another loud ass bitch? Really? This dumb slut, yes Tabitha, this week I’m calling you a dumb slut, needs to keep her mouth shut or securely around Trevor’s black well. You are about as asinine as that drunken fool at the pub. You have no skills to understand what is being said or points that are trying to made. Which shouldn’t surprise me based on your choice of men. Trevor is the biggest nothing to ever get a world title shot. He isn’t even over rated. He’s unrated. No one cares about him, especially after Dr. Matt made him his bitch just one week after I made Dr. Matt my bitch. So lets see if we can follow the equation logically. Dr. Matt is my bitch, Trevor is his bitch, and you are Trevor’s bitch. In conclusion you are my bitch. But you are unwanted. Because I don’t have stupid bitches. YOU made the claim that I lost the Xtreme Title to Fyre Angel. YOUR WORDS. I simply made you out to look like the fool you are by pointing out that I have the Overdrive Title, and have never lost to Fyre Angel. They were true statements to show your idiocy. Congrats, I haven’t defended the Overdrive title, but guess what, I don’t give a shit about it either. Hell, you can have this piece of shit title. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, its all MATERIAL goods. And that holds no weight or merit in my books. Why is it that people, like yourself, have such selective hearing. Its like Frank, talking about me saving him. News FLASH, I gave that up awhile ago, when I realized you leeches and sheep weren’t worth saving.
Link pulls a cigarette out of his coat pocket, lights it and takes a few hits. He looks around and rubs his hands together to stay warm.
[/center]Link: Ya know, you need to stay out of my business with Jeff. You don’t know him like I do, and you certainly don’t know shit about me. Butts in seats? If I cared about that, the place would be sold out every week with me main eventing. I didn’t come back to APW for that. I didn’t come back for glory or fame. I came back to fuck him up, and I will find a way to do that. Right now, the best way seems to fuck with the thing he loves the most, APW. I will continue to fuck up the roster, until I take that world title, and really get the chance to screw with Hurricane Jeff.
Link: So, we’ve already established that you are my bitch, you have bad taste in men, you NEVER know what you are talking about and your own boyfriend made it clear that he thinks most of the women in APW are better than you. So, Tabitha, do you have anything to offer? You claim I made a promo after Overdrive? Check your sources sweetie, because yet again you are wrong. And even if I had done that, unlike you, my life doesn’t revolve around one match a week. When the cameras stop rolling and the curtain closes, I still do what I say I do. Does the year 1920 mean anything to you? It was a monument year. Women were given the right to vote. They were given the chance for their voices to be heard. Life as we know it would change forever. I hate to sound more and more like M. fucking Lively, but shit did we make a mistake. Because if it weren’t for that fucking amendment you wouldn’t be able to run your mouth off like you do. You wouldn’t have a platform to spew the shit out of your mouth that you do. Thankfully, here in APW, I can slap the shit out of you for talking out of turn. And just like 1920, I’m going to give you and all women who look up to you or act like you a right. The right to shut the fuck up unless you have something intelligent to say or know what the hell you are talking about. This Monday isn’t even going to be fun, its not going to be a learning experience, and no ones coming out of this one enlightened. This is just me beating the shit out of a woman on national television and getting away with it. This is me showing you that you should reconsider your career choices. It is the 21st Century , woman can go to school now. This Monday, we can put the Overdrive Title, on the line, shit, if I don’t beat you this Monday, I will give you the title with a nice bow on top.
Link: you see, I’m better than you. I’m better than APW, and I’m better than this title. I’m busy with adult matters and such you and your “man” wouldn’t understand. So, enjoy yourself while you still can, cause I’m going to tear your ass up in the ring, and then your boyfriend is going to get raped by a Doctor and a Bear at Christmas Chaos.
Link: oh yeah, and Level One, haha, I lied.
Link lifts the head of Frank who is unconscious and bloodied. Link smiles into the camera with a cigarette hanging from his lips as we fade out.
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