Post by Wife Beater on Apr 17, 2008 4:39:08 GMT -5
**We open to Wife Beater sitting in his locker room. He is sitting in a metal folding chair and he has his feet up on a little coffee table that is placed in his room. He is lounged back and has his hands behind his head. He yawns slightly as the camera closes in on him. He stretches for a moment and then looks at the camera.**
WIFE BEATER:
Well the Pay-Per-View is in a few days and I haven't seen Chris James in awhile. Hmmm ain't that a bitch. Did I scare you away Chris? I mean come on now I know that not being able to fight Alexis is what you wanted but now that you know you have me as an opponent you are going to pull a Morningstar on me?
**He adjusts himself in the chair slightly. His dirty white t-shirt scrunches up a bit when he repositions himself. Wife Beater leans over and grabs a beer from off the floor and raises it to his chest before continuing.**
WIFE BEATER:
I know that I scare alot of people but I really didn't think that it would really be this easy to become the next Television Champion. Chris James you really are pathetic. I mean you won't show yourself, you won't talk smack so I guess you are some where probably training with Carl Weather's as Apollo Creed trying to tough you up for the match.
**He pauses a moment and cracks open his beer. Sparkles of frosty beer shimmer in the light as it opens. He takes a few chugs of the beer, as he drinks it down some of the golden brown beer splashes onto his already dirty and stained white t-shirt. Beater just burps and then wipes his mouth onto the shirt.**
WIFE BEATER:
You can hide all you want James because it really doesn't matter to me. I came into the CWA and won both the British Title and Undisputed Title in under eight months and now I am about to add the Television Title to that. That is three titles in less then a year. Pretty god damn impressive if you ask me.
**He finishes off the beer and then crushes the can. He tosses it to the side and then sits up and looks directly into the camera with a look of evil intentions in his eyes.**
WIFE BEATER:
You listen here you scared son of a bitch. I am going to hurt you come Sunday. Want to know why? Because I don't like you. The way you are backstage irks me beyond belief and when it comes to stepping into that ring with you I am going to make you suffer, make you bleed, make you scream in agony and then when it is all said and done, when the smoke clears, when they scrape your body off of the mat, you will look over and see me standing, smiling, holding the TV title high in the air!
**Wife Beater gets up and walks off camera. The scene stays that way for a few moments before fading to black.**
WIFE BEATER:
Well the Pay-Per-View is in a few days and I haven't seen Chris James in awhile. Hmmm ain't that a bitch. Did I scare you away Chris? I mean come on now I know that not being able to fight Alexis is what you wanted but now that you know you have me as an opponent you are going to pull a Morningstar on me?
**He adjusts himself in the chair slightly. His dirty white t-shirt scrunches up a bit when he repositions himself. Wife Beater leans over and grabs a beer from off the floor and raises it to his chest before continuing.**
WIFE BEATER:
I know that I scare alot of people but I really didn't think that it would really be this easy to become the next Television Champion. Chris James you really are pathetic. I mean you won't show yourself, you won't talk smack so I guess you are some where probably training with Carl Weather's as Apollo Creed trying to tough you up for the match.
**He pauses a moment and cracks open his beer. Sparkles of frosty beer shimmer in the light as it opens. He takes a few chugs of the beer, as he drinks it down some of the golden brown beer splashes onto his already dirty and stained white t-shirt. Beater just burps and then wipes his mouth onto the shirt.**
WIFE BEATER:
You can hide all you want James because it really doesn't matter to me. I came into the CWA and won both the British Title and Undisputed Title in under eight months and now I am about to add the Television Title to that. That is three titles in less then a year. Pretty god damn impressive if you ask me.
**He finishes off the beer and then crushes the can. He tosses it to the side and then sits up and looks directly into the camera with a look of evil intentions in his eyes.**
WIFE BEATER:
You listen here you scared son of a bitch. I am going to hurt you come Sunday. Want to know why? Because I don't like you. The way you are backstage irks me beyond belief and when it comes to stepping into that ring with you I am going to make you suffer, make you bleed, make you scream in agony and then when it is all said and done, when the smoke clears, when they scrape your body off of the mat, you will look over and see me standing, smiling, holding the TV title high in the air!
**Wife Beater gets up and walks off camera. The scene stays that way for a few moments before fading to black.**
