Post by sampsoncyprus on Apr 26, 2013 3:57:43 GMT -4
The scene opens in another dingy hotel room. This one, presumably in Brazil. There is a high frequency buzz from the lighting in the room. Sampson is standing in what appears to be the kitchenette. He casually eats potato chips from a bag while addressing the camera, an earnest expression on his face. He looks right at home in the place and he emphasizes the first syllabel in his monologue.
Sampson: Undefeated. Can you believe this guy? You just can't win for losing. Honestly, I'm pretty glad I broke that kid's nose. Not just because I wanted to break his nose. But because I wanted to be the first one to break his nose. Jace Savage is going to be running face first into shit for years to come, but he'll always remember that first good break. Now he claims to have a brand new attitude and bag and what have you. Big boy pants and shoes. I would wish him happier times at the big boy table, but it doesnt look like they are coming soon. If I had to guess I'd say Carter's got his number.
Sampson smiles wryly putting a chip into his mouth and crunching noisily.
Sampson: He got in a front of a camera and said that I just knew I couldnt beat him. After I knocked him unconscious and left him splayed out like a turkey about to get stuffed... Jace. I. I just have no words. I mean, that is far and away the dumbest thing I have ever heard. The truth is: I had you. I had you dead to rights. I didnt even bother pulling out my finish. No, you were done. I just decided you could have the win. I wanted to have some fun instead. I figured, the in-ring debut of Jace Savage it was a night to follow our dreams! I'm glad you remember it fondly but let's not forget how it actually went down. In the end, in the spirit of competition, I thought it best to express my intentions to crush your skull openly, allowed myself to be disqualified, and then crushed your face like a jellybean.
Sampson takes a drink from a nearby beer, the chips and his own vinegar doing their salty work in his mouth.
Sampson: Everyone saw how it went down. And Jace fell one rung down the ladder. Opening the night up with this new guy Carter. I heard Carter had something pretty unique going on so I tuned in. A bit over-hyped if you ask me. Another kid who needs to get his head right. Let me help you out, as the voice of experience. I saw that big tirade about how everyone is in shock about there being a 'gay boy' in the locker room. When you are 21 years old I know that sometimes it feels like you were the first person to live a particular trial. Let me assure you, gay men are nothing new to the sport of wrestling. You turn heads because you walked into the room shouting "Im Gay!" to the top of your lungs. People are looking at you just like they would look at another person walking into a room shouting "I'm Straight!" or "I like cereal!". We are looking at you because you are causing a scene. I hope that sinks in, but I guess you just cant tell people some things.
He pops another potato chip into his mouth, making a show of the crunch.
Sampson: So now I have been given a match this week as well. I'm fighting a woman by the name of Niobe "Nightmare" Martin. According to her profile on APW.com she is 5' 7" and 125 pounds soaking wet. According to her Okcupid profile, one of those three descriptors has been removed. I swear. I did not think having a smartphone would be useful for anything but looking like you are playing star trek. Its just... the things these kids put on the internet... wow. I really think it speaks to there being something very wrong with these kids. You know, I heard I was fighting a young woman and I thought to myself "Sampson, they are matching a man of your size and age against a nubile young girl in Brazil. This is either a hidden camera show or the set up to a knock knock joke." So I was actually pretty concerned. I thought there would be no way a woman would come up the hard way in this profession and that no woman who came up the easy way would end up scheduled to meet me in the ring unless she was being punished. So at first I assumed you were being punished and then I went ahead and just popped your name into search on my phone and bing! There you were.
Sampson sets the bag of chips aside and brings his shoulders into a shrug as he lights a cigarette. He shakes out his match and resumes his relaxed posture speaking in the wheezing tone of a man holding his breath.
Sampson: Turns out this Niobe girl is the real deal. She is pretty damn scrappy from some of the youtubes Ive seen.
He exhales the smoke from the initial lighting of his cigarette and continues in an almost fatherly tone.
Sampson: Yeah, she seems to be a fighter. But hell, Jace is a fighter. That aint the problem. The problem, like it is with pretty much all these kids, seems to be in her thinking. Niobe, you are always on about guys getting the wrong idea about you and calling you names and what have you. Niobe, did you realize this was almost completely within your control? You know, your interactions with others are much more about how others perceive you then about how you actually are. Thats true of a lot of things in this life. For instance, if you want men to stop propositioning you at work, stop advertising that you are shopping for boys at the office. I'm not saying ditch Knox. Im saying use some discretion, missy. You want the old boys to stop assuming you are just a pretty face? Stop listing your pretty face among your best features. It wont make you less pretty and people will still notice that you are pretty, but wont perceive you as a tool! I swear I'm gonna start charging you fuckers for advice.
Sampson comes around the counter. He grabs the beer he was drinking along the way and steps out the door of his hotel room. The scene follows him outdoors. He is leaning on a wooden rail looking away from the building. There are no cars in the parking lot of what appears to be the Brazilian equivalent of a motel six. Sampson looks into the night for a moment before looking back at the camera.
Sampson: I know some guys have underestimated you. Some guys have tried to make a show of how handily they could beat you. Lifting you up like a small child, really high in the air to show the weight advantage they had. I bet you do beat those guys. But Niobe, I am not like those guys. I realize that I make the same money on this fight whether I win in an hour or three minutes and the only difference is how many opportunities I give you to win. Beside that, I'm a lazy, lazy man. And I do not have time or energy to make a show of fighting. When we step into the ring together it will be to do our work.
Sampson takes a swig from his beer.
Sampson: I came across the video clip of you punching a certain Mr. Gooch in the dick. Now, I am not normally one to threaten a woman but I want to go ahead and set your expectations right now. There will be no punching of my dick, balls or any combination of my dick and balls. In exchange for this, I will make it a point not to punch you in the ladybits. Do not punch me in the dick or I will make it a point to accidentally fall down and hook out your eye with my thumb on the way. And I would just feel terrible about that.
Sampson turns his body to the camera.
Sampson: Other then that, I'm game for anything. Bring me what you've got on Monday night. I can take almost as good as I can give and I gotta admit: Even after crushing his skull, Jace left me pretty wound up. I am up for a fight if you are. There's lots of ways this could go. I guess we'll see who takes it home in the end. See, I cant really promise to win. Just like I proved last week: you never know. Here's what I can promise you. No matter what happens, I promise I will hurt you.
Sampson turns and walks back ito his hotel room. Closing the door behind him.
