Post by fellalibby on Apr 28, 2024 23:15:42 GMT -5
-A empty room with a light flickering hovering over a chair. A door opens violently from the right side as a hooded figure walks in not being bothered that the door hit their shoulder on the rebound. The figure stands over the chair, grabbing it and twisting it around so that it is backwards and he sits down, leaning down as a green shine illuminates under the hood. The person then pulls the hood off and reveals its Eoin O’Rourke and he leans over the chair-
Eoin: So here we are again. Where, you ask? Well it’s my place where I go where nothing in my life on the outside has no influence… And where I can just focus on a job that I’ve always considered secondary to my life. Wrestling. I don’t like to talk about it, I honestly don't like it. It’s trivial, dull, boring, and I have to act like I’m something I’m not.
What I’m not is an actor, and a joke. I’ve gotten little to no respect since walking into the CWF. Granted, some of my opponents haven’t shown that they themselves are noteworthy. Sure that Lady Lana chick is still hanging around, but I see that the guy I got suspended over doesn’t even have a locker room paper note of him. Who would’ve thought that Blaise huh? I deserved to get paid over taking out a nobody, instead, you couldn’t have been arsed to raise a phone to call your boss, and puppet master, to give me what I deserved. So you know what happened. I get suspended, and I have to fight this guy Larry Lansdowne.
Similar to the last bloke, Larry, I had nothing against him. He also didn’t have a contract on his head, but I was forced to take him on. How was I forced? I’ll tell you. Had I not, I would be fired from CWF, and then my income source from my insurance agency would also let me go. My hands were obviously tied, so I had nothing against him. But then… That one son of a bitch I couldn’t have accounted for, Gabriel Tuck.
-The light above Eoin bursts and breaks. Eoin’s eye shines bright as the emergency red light turns on over his head-
Eoin: Yeah, that bloody bastard. I had no quarrel with him prior to this. He though comes in, and blasts my jaw with what else? Brass Knuckles…. Like a bloody wuss and a coward. You couldn’t knock me out with your actual power? Your strength? You had to rush on down to try to bust my teeth?
-Eoin reaches in his hoodie and pulls out a picture of Gabriel Tuck. that can barely be seen-
Eoin: My organization has never heard of you. I barely remember you. But in these past few days I’ve made it my mission to know everything I can about you. But I’m not done with my investigation… No. No you son of a bitch you’re gonna learn just how badly you fucked yourself. I’m not a pushover, I return receipts. I’m in here, because I’m venting about not wanting to wrestle. I won’t wrestle you Tuck. No, I’m going to destroy you!
I’m no wrestler, I’m a manhunter! I take scores of people for money! For myself! I have the loveliest woman in this industry of buffoon’s, backstabbers and money grubbing scum like you. You pride yourself on being loyal to a rich German? You know what caused a lot of our worlds problems today don’t you? Or do you just take the money and ride like most scum? I think we all know the answer. Some would say, we’re not so different. But you are nothing like me. Have similar professions, but you’re weak, your a coward, and you have nothing but a loyal paymaster who can’t even be called to PAY ME!
But don’t worry Tuck. You’ll get your pay from me. I’ll pay you back tenfold. And you’ll be sorry you ever clocked me. Take a breath Tuck, and never leave it.
-Eoin drops his picture of Tuck, closes his eye and leaves the room as the emergency light fades off-
Eoin: So here we are again. Where, you ask? Well it’s my place where I go where nothing in my life on the outside has no influence… And where I can just focus on a job that I’ve always considered secondary to my life. Wrestling. I don’t like to talk about it, I honestly don't like it. It’s trivial, dull, boring, and I have to act like I’m something I’m not.
What I’m not is an actor, and a joke. I’ve gotten little to no respect since walking into the CWF. Granted, some of my opponents haven’t shown that they themselves are noteworthy. Sure that Lady Lana chick is still hanging around, but I see that the guy I got suspended over doesn’t even have a locker room paper note of him. Who would’ve thought that Blaise huh? I deserved to get paid over taking out a nobody, instead, you couldn’t have been arsed to raise a phone to call your boss, and puppet master, to give me what I deserved. So you know what happened. I get suspended, and I have to fight this guy Larry Lansdowne.
Similar to the last bloke, Larry, I had nothing against him. He also didn’t have a contract on his head, but I was forced to take him on. How was I forced? I’ll tell you. Had I not, I would be fired from CWF, and then my income source from my insurance agency would also let me go. My hands were obviously tied, so I had nothing against him. But then… That one son of a bitch I couldn’t have accounted for, Gabriel Tuck.
-The light above Eoin bursts and breaks. Eoin’s eye shines bright as the emergency red light turns on over his head-
Eoin: Yeah, that bloody bastard. I had no quarrel with him prior to this. He though comes in, and blasts my jaw with what else? Brass Knuckles…. Like a bloody wuss and a coward. You couldn’t knock me out with your actual power? Your strength? You had to rush on down to try to bust my teeth?
-Eoin reaches in his hoodie and pulls out a picture of Gabriel Tuck. that can barely be seen-
Eoin: My organization has never heard of you. I barely remember you. But in these past few days I’ve made it my mission to know everything I can about you. But I’m not done with my investigation… No. No you son of a bitch you’re gonna learn just how badly you fucked yourself. I’m not a pushover, I return receipts. I’m in here, because I’m venting about not wanting to wrestle. I won’t wrestle you Tuck. No, I’m going to destroy you!
I’m no wrestler, I’m a manhunter! I take scores of people for money! For myself! I have the loveliest woman in this industry of buffoon’s, backstabbers and money grubbing scum like you. You pride yourself on being loyal to a rich German? You know what caused a lot of our worlds problems today don’t you? Or do you just take the money and ride like most scum? I think we all know the answer. Some would say, we’re not so different. But you are nothing like me. Have similar professions, but you’re weak, your a coward, and you have nothing but a loyal paymaster who can’t even be called to PAY ME!
But don’t worry Tuck. You’ll get your pay from me. I’ll pay you back tenfold. And you’ll be sorry you ever clocked me. Take a breath Tuck, and never leave it.
-Eoin drops his picture of Tuck, closes his eye and leaves the room as the emergency light fades off-