TV Title

[barabbas]

Barabbas stares at the camera, cold empty eyes staring at the screen from beneath his hood. Then his hands lift, palms up and fingers spread as he looks down at his hands.

"The Television title is an abomination, it is an affront to the very soul of Wrestling! It is an empty shell symbolizing all that is wrong with this place, it is a mark of the disease that already creeps into IWF. It is everything that the Messiah, Kyle Heaven fought against it!"

Barabbas drew a deep breath, shoulders lifting as his hands slowly curled into fists. He shook his hooded head, fists slowly lowered to his sides as his eyes stared at the camera again.

"And yet, I see men who claim to be wrestlers! I see men who claim to live for wrestling ready to do battle for it. Yet I know they are full of lies and deceit, that they seek to trick us! To lead us into temptation! These men are not wrestlers, they are no warriors, they do not live for glory, they do not fight for what I fight for!"

Barabbas lifted his hand again, head falling back as he looked at the sky overhead. His hood sliding from his face before he turned back to the camera with a deep breath.

"They are Sports Entertainers! They want to entertain, they do not know what it is to fight everyday to stay alive, to do battle for survival with only their fists and their minds! They do not seek redemption, they do not seek glory! All they seek is a title that means nothing, all they seek is something that will mark them as Sports Entertainers! And thus they sin!"

Barabbas shook his head in disgust, turning away from the camera.

"THUS THEY SIN!"[/b]

He reached back pulling his hood up, before he drew a deep breath.

"And the wages of sin is death, so speaks the Prophecy."

[xxmillerxx]

Backstage, you see the newest IWF Wrestler, Sean Miller. The camera shows him from the waist up. He is wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and a black baseball cap with a skull on it. It is cocked sideways as he has a black sweat band on his forearm. He raises his hand and takes a swig out of a beer can. He shakes his head as the camera zooms out. He iwas watching Barabbas on a monitor. He places his empty Miller beer can on the monitor.


Sean Miller
I know I haven't been around long but, as my party boys would say...."What a Jackoff"

Does he not realize we all get paid to wrestle and entertain?

Idiot....

What did I do with my cooler?.....




Just as quickly as Sean Miller was seen by the cameras, he has picked up his cooler, pulled a beer from it and stumbled away. He is caught however by Chris Sonnier.



Chris Sonnier
Sean! I'm Chris Sonnier with the IWF.


Sean Miller
What the hell's your problem bro? You are backstage. If you aren't with the IWF then I'd say you are a party crasher...

I hate party crashers dude.


Sean takes another drink of his beer as his eyes roll at Chris Sonnier.


Chris Sonnier
I hear you are going to vie for the IWF Television Championship. Any words on that?


Sean Miller
Words? I always got some words man.

I just saw this guy on the television and I gotta say....

It's true that TV adds stupidity. Or he's just down right lame.

We are all payed to entertain the fans. Hell, I used to do it at the parties all the time back in college. I was the fun machine dude.


Chris Sonnier
But what about the TV Title....



Sean Miller's head turns and sees one of the new IWF Divas. His body follows suit as he is now facing her. She stands down at the end of the hall getting a bottle of water.


Sean Miller
Yeah, TV Title....

Hey, hold this would ya?!



Sean Miller hands his now empty beer can to Chris Sonnier. He heads down the hallway to talk to the Diva. Chris Sonnier tosses the can over his shoulder as he rolls his eyes and looks like he's being abused. The camera cuts.