Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 17:31:12 GMT -6
The camera fades to black and then back on to a laptop, broadcasting one of the of the final moments of Wrestlefest XVI …
The laptop is then slammed shut by a rather small hand with fingernails painted bright pink.
Woman: Babe … BABE! What the HELL are you doing?! Put those nasty things away … You have NO REASON to be putting those on!!
The camera slowly pans to the ground as a man is lacing up a pair of well-worn wrestling boots. Tears in the leather, specs of dried blood, and other imperfections decorate the faded black leather of the boot as he tightens the strings.
Man: I do have a reason … If you got off of that phone, you would be able to pay attention to me when I tell you something!
The woman slams her smart phone down to the ground next to his boot with a web page showing;
Woman: You did NOT tell me about that!! We talked about this! You told me you were done with that life, that you couldn’t compete anymore! What the hell!? Who did you pay off to get cleared?!
The camera pans up from the boot and to the mans face; revealing Darius … and he looks rather irritated as he pulls his jeans over his boots.
Darius: I DID tell you about that. Your exact response was and I quote “... Oh, cool.”. You were too damn busy looking at pictures of cats or some shit to give a damn! I was cleared by not one, not two, but THREE medical professionals. My neck is fine, my back is fine, everything is FINE! I can compete so goddamn it I am GOING to compete! It is going to take WAY MORE than a thirty foot fall to take me out for good.
Darius stands to his feet and pulls a trench coat from the back of the chair he was sitting on, and then heads towards the door as the camera follows him.
Woman: NO! If you walk out of that door, you are walking out on me! I will not be a part of this … I will not support your decision. This is literally suicide, you are going to get yourself killed doing this! I nearly lost you once, I am not going to go through it again … especially when you’re going to a company that has “extreme” in the name!
Darius stops at the door and looks down at a long bucket holding a few umbrellas inside of it. He places his hand in the middle of them all and takes hold of something.
Darius: You "won't support" me? When the hell did you start? You tried forcing me into a desk job at your father's soap company! You wanted me to live a lifestyle I was not meant to live! The fact is simple; if you aren't going to come with me ... Well then I wish you the best of luck … Oh, by the way, tell my brother I said ‘good riddance’ ...
Darius then pulls a wooden baseball bat out from the umbrella bucket. Similar to his boots, it has definitely seen better days; the wood is cracked, splotches of dried blood are splattered across the surface, and the color is faded ever-so slightly. He puts it over his shoulder and then looks back over that same shoulder with a cocky grin.
Darius: Just one more thing, actually. You should really change the password on your phone; “12345” is almost as easy as you are. Now if you’ll excuse me; I have an industry to take over.
He then kicks the front door open, breaking it outwards and off of it’s hinges, and then marches outside towards a vehicle parked in the driveway. The camera follows him outside and then pans around to get a visual of inside of the house where the silhouette of the woman can be seen as she slumps down to her knees, picking her phone up from the ground. The sound of the vehicle’s door closing and engine starting leads to the scene fading to black ...
.. thank you for watching WrestleFest .. have yourselves a great evening and a most wonderful holiday. Lots of love!
The laptop is then slammed shut by a rather small hand with fingernails painted bright pink.
Woman: Babe … BABE! What the HELL are you doing?! Put those nasty things away … You have NO REASON to be putting those on!!
The camera slowly pans to the ground as a man is lacing up a pair of well-worn wrestling boots. Tears in the leather, specs of dried blood, and other imperfections decorate the faded black leather of the boot as he tightens the strings.
Man: I do have a reason … If you got off of that phone, you would be able to pay attention to me when I tell you something!
The woman slams her smart phone down to the ground next to his boot with a web page showing;
RUMOR: Darius medically cleared after three years in retirement, signed to EWC, and returning to in-ring competition in 2019!
Woman: You did NOT tell me about that!! We talked about this! You told me you were done with that life, that you couldn’t compete anymore! What the hell!? Who did you pay off to get cleared?!
The camera pans up from the boot and to the mans face; revealing Darius … and he looks rather irritated as he pulls his jeans over his boots.
Darius: I DID tell you about that. Your exact response was and I quote “... Oh, cool.”. You were too damn busy looking at pictures of cats or some shit to give a damn! I was cleared by not one, not two, but THREE medical professionals. My neck is fine, my back is fine, everything is FINE! I can compete so goddamn it I am GOING to compete! It is going to take WAY MORE than a thirty foot fall to take me out for good.
Darius stands to his feet and pulls a trench coat from the back of the chair he was sitting on, and then heads towards the door as the camera follows him.
Woman: NO! If you walk out of that door, you are walking out on me! I will not be a part of this … I will not support your decision. This is literally suicide, you are going to get yourself killed doing this! I nearly lost you once, I am not going to go through it again … especially when you’re going to a company that has “extreme” in the name!
Darius stops at the door and looks down at a long bucket holding a few umbrellas inside of it. He places his hand in the middle of them all and takes hold of something.
Darius: You "won't support" me? When the hell did you start? You tried forcing me into a desk job at your father's soap company! You wanted me to live a lifestyle I was not meant to live! The fact is simple; if you aren't going to come with me ... Well then I wish you the best of luck … Oh, by the way, tell my brother I said ‘good riddance’ ...
Darius then pulls a wooden baseball bat out from the umbrella bucket. Similar to his boots, it has definitely seen better days; the wood is cracked, splotches of dried blood are splattered across the surface, and the color is faded ever-so slightly. He puts it over his shoulder and then looks back over that same shoulder with a cocky grin.
Darius: Just one more thing, actually. You should really change the password on your phone; “12345” is almost as easy as you are. Now if you’ll excuse me; I have an industry to take over.
He then kicks the front door open, breaking it outwards and off of it’s hinges, and then marches outside towards a vehicle parked in the driveway. The camera follows him outside and then pans around to get a visual of inside of the house where the silhouette of the woman can be seen as she slumps down to her knees, picking her phone up from the ground. The sound of the vehicle’s door closing and engine starting leads to the scene fading to black ...