Post by Kaji Fireson on Aug 22, 2015 23:59:01 GMT -4
The scene opens on the promo room for the Steel Butterfly. Simple backdrop, Jacob Whitehead scowling at the camera, squirrelly Jason Doyle standing next to him in a pressed suit, chest thrust out as he prepares to speak to the people.
Jason Doyle: Miss Busine$$ with two dollar signs. There is no doubt that you have led a storied and historic career. You inspire men and women of all races, colors, and creeds to do what they love, because anyone can succeed.
Well, you inspire almost everyone.
Jason looks up at Jacob Whitehead standing alongside, towering over his manager as usual. As promised, his face is stoic and expressionless.
Jason Doyle: Miss Fisk, I know beyond the shadow of all doubt that The Tormentor does not intimidate you. I know you have faced men as large and, if the viewers can believe it, even larger than this one. I know that you have faced opponents smaller than Jacob, but with outstanding pedigrees and resumes. You have wrestled, and beaten, men and women that could unironically and accurately be referred to as legends in this industry.
After this lengthy compliment, Jason's smile twists into a wicked smirk.
Jason Doyle: But I also know that you have never wrestled anyone as hungry or as destructive as Jacob Whitehead.
While you were playing grab ass with the worst entrepreneur in history two weeks ago, Jacob Whitehead was preparing to show the world, for a second time, that he is the one that means business. Back in July, with the grand return of APW, Jacob Whitehead annihilated a newcomer to the industry. Aside from his strength, no one was all that impressed, and frankly I can't blame them. I would bet money I could have outwrestled that whack-job Nadine Flagg, let alone a 7-foot freak of nature.
But two weeks ago we added a seasoned veteran to the list of the Tormented. Magnus Colby put up an impressive showing in Oakland against APW favorite Roy Speede, but against the might of my client, he was as useless as all the painkillers he's surely abused over the years. He may have made a triumphant return to Portland, but something tells me he isn't leaving any time soon.
And that brings us to you, Arkia Fisk. For someone with as much hype as you had, and with a professional wrestling background and list of accolades that even the simplest of men could not deny, you have not had a good time of things. I understand the match with Mr. Gates, don't get me wrong. Any normal human being would have a hell of a time overcoming such daunting odds. But what was your excuse two weeks ago? You could not overcome a man who was so clearly preoccupied with the foolish loss of his own business?
Come now.
Doyle's smile is back, but it is a terribly condescending one, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pulled to one side, the hint of the smirk peeking through the thin facade of propriety.
Jason Doyle: I know you must be out for revenge for the attack by Gates, Gooch, and Associates, and I also know you did your little appearing and disappearing act on the jumbo screen, but it was nothing that really impressed me, let alone the behemoth you'll actually be in the ring with on Sunday. You won't be able to play tricks with him, which begs the question: do you really want to be in this industry anymore? You have plied this trade for years and years, paid your dues, and no one can deny that you are one of the best of all time.
But are you one of the best of right now?
More to the point, are you prepared for the royal beating you will suffer at the hands of Jacob Whitehead? Are you prepared to come to about five minutes later, during a commercial break or, god forbid, another inane Sugoi Suga segment, and realize that you never really had a chance at all? Are you prepared for the possibility that your time at the top of this business is perhaps at an end?
Think about it this way, and before I begin, I want to make it clear that I am not even remotely stupid or "macho" enough to try and get a rise out of you through your family. I hate kids, and my client hates them even more. Frankly, you can have the little hellions, and we want you to go home to them after your match this week. You can keep them.
But after your encounter with my client, win or lose, and after a few more run-ins with Gates and Associates, surely you have to start thinking about how you're going to provide for those children when they become old enough to walk, and talk, and know you by sight, and know when the sight of you has become disfigured, marred by your excursions into Hell every couple of weeks.
Naturally, anyone with the proverbial balls to put two non-letter symbols in a preferred form of address doesn't want for monetary support, but I do wonder how long you will be able to care for your family physically, how long you can comfort and nurture your loved ones when you have been so mercilessly broken down by this business, of whose brutality my client makes an excellent example. You would not be the first person to be snapped in two over the proverbial knee of this industry, nor will you be the last, not even close.
What I'm saying is...don't come to San Diego. Don't come to the Valley View Casino Center and make the same mistakes Magnus Colby and Nadine Flagg did. Don't come to the ring and subject yourself to the same unimaginable suffering that has claimed the careers of two professional wrestlers before you.
I would hate for the Tormentor to have to rob this business of one of its most decorated icons. I would hate to see that metaphor of the proverbial knee become literal, and, with all due respect, I would hate to see you become literally broken over my client's knee. I would hate that.
Jacob Whitehead: ...I wouldn't.
Jason Doyle: Ah, therein lies the rub. I handle the, ahem, business-side of things for Mister Whitehead, but he is focused on only one thing, and it's right there in his name.
"The Tormentor."
I can mourn the loss of a great legend and icon for hours and hours, but Jacob is really only focused on moving on to his next victim. And make no mistake about it, you are a victim in this. It was probably Gooch that made this match for you, and if so, I applaud him, not necessarily for his life choices but certainly for his keen wit. Once Jacob is done with you, you won't be a thorn in the side of Mania Enterprises, Gooch's tainted affairs, or really anyone's affairs at all, for quite a while.
So I redouble my plea. Go back to Milwaukee. Leave the business while you still can, because I can't guarantee that you will have anything to take back with you after Sunday except shattered bones and a broken spirit.
The choice is yours. I trust you to make the decision that is best for Busine$$.
Jason Doyle: Miss Busine$$ with two dollar signs. There is no doubt that you have led a storied and historic career. You inspire men and women of all races, colors, and creeds to do what they love, because anyone can succeed.
Well, you inspire almost everyone.
Jason looks up at Jacob Whitehead standing alongside, towering over his manager as usual. As promised, his face is stoic and expressionless.
Jason Doyle: Miss Fisk, I know beyond the shadow of all doubt that The Tormentor does not intimidate you. I know you have faced men as large and, if the viewers can believe it, even larger than this one. I know that you have faced opponents smaller than Jacob, but with outstanding pedigrees and resumes. You have wrestled, and beaten, men and women that could unironically and accurately be referred to as legends in this industry.
After this lengthy compliment, Jason's smile twists into a wicked smirk.
Jason Doyle: But I also know that you have never wrestled anyone as hungry or as destructive as Jacob Whitehead.
While you were playing grab ass with the worst entrepreneur in history two weeks ago, Jacob Whitehead was preparing to show the world, for a second time, that he is the one that means business. Back in July, with the grand return of APW, Jacob Whitehead annihilated a newcomer to the industry. Aside from his strength, no one was all that impressed, and frankly I can't blame them. I would bet money I could have outwrestled that whack-job Nadine Flagg, let alone a 7-foot freak of nature.
But two weeks ago we added a seasoned veteran to the list of the Tormented. Magnus Colby put up an impressive showing in Oakland against APW favorite Roy Speede, but against the might of my client, he was as useless as all the painkillers he's surely abused over the years. He may have made a triumphant return to Portland, but something tells me he isn't leaving any time soon.
And that brings us to you, Arkia Fisk. For someone with as much hype as you had, and with a professional wrestling background and list of accolades that even the simplest of men could not deny, you have not had a good time of things. I understand the match with Mr. Gates, don't get me wrong. Any normal human being would have a hell of a time overcoming such daunting odds. But what was your excuse two weeks ago? You could not overcome a man who was so clearly preoccupied with the foolish loss of his own business?
Come now.
Doyle's smile is back, but it is a terribly condescending one, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pulled to one side, the hint of the smirk peeking through the thin facade of propriety.
Jason Doyle: I know you must be out for revenge for the attack by Gates, Gooch, and Associates, and I also know you did your little appearing and disappearing act on the jumbo screen, but it was nothing that really impressed me, let alone the behemoth you'll actually be in the ring with on Sunday. You won't be able to play tricks with him, which begs the question: do you really want to be in this industry anymore? You have plied this trade for years and years, paid your dues, and no one can deny that you are one of the best of all time.
But are you one of the best of right now?
More to the point, are you prepared for the royal beating you will suffer at the hands of Jacob Whitehead? Are you prepared to come to about five minutes later, during a commercial break or, god forbid, another inane Sugoi Suga segment, and realize that you never really had a chance at all? Are you prepared for the possibility that your time at the top of this business is perhaps at an end?
Think about it this way, and before I begin, I want to make it clear that I am not even remotely stupid or "macho" enough to try and get a rise out of you through your family. I hate kids, and my client hates them even more. Frankly, you can have the little hellions, and we want you to go home to them after your match this week. You can keep them.
But after your encounter with my client, win or lose, and after a few more run-ins with Gates and Associates, surely you have to start thinking about how you're going to provide for those children when they become old enough to walk, and talk, and know you by sight, and know when the sight of you has become disfigured, marred by your excursions into Hell every couple of weeks.
Naturally, anyone with the proverbial balls to put two non-letter symbols in a preferred form of address doesn't want for monetary support, but I do wonder how long you will be able to care for your family physically, how long you can comfort and nurture your loved ones when you have been so mercilessly broken down by this business, of whose brutality my client makes an excellent example. You would not be the first person to be snapped in two over the proverbial knee of this industry, nor will you be the last, not even close.
What I'm saying is...don't come to San Diego. Don't come to the Valley View Casino Center and make the same mistakes Magnus Colby and Nadine Flagg did. Don't come to the ring and subject yourself to the same unimaginable suffering that has claimed the careers of two professional wrestlers before you.
I would hate for the Tormentor to have to rob this business of one of its most decorated icons. I would hate to see that metaphor of the proverbial knee become literal, and, with all due respect, I would hate to see you become literally broken over my client's knee. I would hate that.
Jacob Whitehead: ...I wouldn't.
Jason Doyle: Ah, therein lies the rub. I handle the, ahem, business-side of things for Mister Whitehead, but he is focused on only one thing, and it's right there in his name.
"The Tormentor."
I can mourn the loss of a great legend and icon for hours and hours, but Jacob is really only focused on moving on to his next victim. And make no mistake about it, you are a victim in this. It was probably Gooch that made this match for you, and if so, I applaud him, not necessarily for his life choices but certainly for his keen wit. Once Jacob is done with you, you won't be a thorn in the side of Mania Enterprises, Gooch's tainted affairs, or really anyone's affairs at all, for quite a while.
So I redouble my plea. Go back to Milwaukee. Leave the business while you still can, because I can't guarantee that you will have anything to take back with you after Sunday except shattered bones and a broken spirit.
The choice is yours. I trust you to make the decision that is best for Busine$$.
