Post by brock on Apr 28, 2008 17:37:22 GMT -5
" Let me out of here, you son of a...AAAGH!"
The sound of a fist slapping against a mouth echoed briefly throughout the room. The dimly lit warehouse seemed a strange place for a wrestling tv spot, but stranger things had happened. A voice could be heard briefly. Hardly above a whisper, the words chimed the twisted emotion of the speaker that lay within the walls.
" Shh. Can't you see we have guests? Try not to be rude."
The voice seemed strangely familiar, but a face could not be made out in the sparsely lit room. The grimy windows above were smeared with soot and dust, casting a dirty brown aura over the room. The crew saw little. A man in a chair, and another, pacing nearby.
The sound of metal grinding against the dirt floor penetrated the walls, scratching at nerves, like nails on a chalkboard, as the ominous figure dragged a chair closer to the camera.
Suddenly, with an explosion of light, a naked bulb illuminated a small area in front of the crew. The shadowy figure slid into the chair, revealing his identity.
Brock-" Gentilemen. Thank you for coming. There were a few things i wanted to address while you were here..."
The man in the chair behind Brock chimed in weakly.
" Let me out of here you bastard!"
Brock stood up, embarassed. He raised a finger to the camera, and wandered over to the stranger. A struggle could be heard from the shadows, as the sound of duct tape silenced all else.
Brock reappeared ino the chair and smiled.
Brock- "Sorry about that. Now where was I? Ah. Now when I woke up this morning I foiund myself wondering. A few days ago, no one in IWF had even heard my name, and now? Im the show opener.It remarkable really, that all this could happen so quickly. The reason, or at least one of the reasons you are here is so I can apologize. I sure your thinking to yourself, 'Self, why would he apologize?' Well its simple. I have to make an example, one here, and one in the ring. Anthony Jordan,.. Im sorry for what I have to do here tonight, and for what I will do to you in the ring. Its all an example, and its all for the greater good."
Reporter-" Sir, um. Whats with the guy in the corner over there?"
Brock-" Oh, right. Where are my manners? does your camera have a light on it?"
The cameraman nodded and flicked on a bright yellow light as they followed Brock to the man.
He sat bound and gagged in a chair. Blood stained his nose, and his wrists near the ropes. The man argued beneath the duct tape, muffling every word as he protested his incarceration.
Brock- " This is Eric. Eric works for IWF as a security guard. Now let me explain to you WHY hes here. Last week, as I was leaving the arena, he grabbed my shoulder and mockingly wished me good luck next week. He laughed, as he clasped my shoulder.After a struggle, i pushed him into a wall, promptly gave him the finger, and headed for my car. He chased me down and tackled me into my car, damaging the brand new paint job. Now there are few things as sacred as a mans car, and his ego, and I wasnt planning on letting him get to a strike 3. So after a few more thrown fists, and 2 broken legs, Eric is spending this week in a time out. I also consider it as a warning to anyone who would risk attacking me. I will go to any and all lenghts to make your lives a living HELL. Standing at the top of that list is our very own champions. I am the only deserving number one contender. So for now, this interview is over. Thank you for your time.
The camera men reluctantly made their way out as Brock turned back to Eric.
The camera fades to black on his final words.
Brock- " NOW. What did I tell you about being rude in front of company?"
Fists hitting face and muffled groans of pain sound out as the promo ends.
The sound of a fist slapping against a mouth echoed briefly throughout the room. The dimly lit warehouse seemed a strange place for a wrestling tv spot, but stranger things had happened. A voice could be heard briefly. Hardly above a whisper, the words chimed the twisted emotion of the speaker that lay within the walls.
" Shh. Can't you see we have guests? Try not to be rude."
The voice seemed strangely familiar, but a face could not be made out in the sparsely lit room. The grimy windows above were smeared with soot and dust, casting a dirty brown aura over the room. The crew saw little. A man in a chair, and another, pacing nearby.
The sound of metal grinding against the dirt floor penetrated the walls, scratching at nerves, like nails on a chalkboard, as the ominous figure dragged a chair closer to the camera.
Suddenly, with an explosion of light, a naked bulb illuminated a small area in front of the crew. The shadowy figure slid into the chair, revealing his identity.
Brock-" Gentilemen. Thank you for coming. There were a few things i wanted to address while you were here..."
The man in the chair behind Brock chimed in weakly.
" Let me out of here you bastard!"
Brock stood up, embarassed. He raised a finger to the camera, and wandered over to the stranger. A struggle could be heard from the shadows, as the sound of duct tape silenced all else.
Brock reappeared ino the chair and smiled.
Brock- "Sorry about that. Now where was I? Ah. Now when I woke up this morning I foiund myself wondering. A few days ago, no one in IWF had even heard my name, and now? Im the show opener.It remarkable really, that all this could happen so quickly. The reason, or at least one of the reasons you are here is so I can apologize. I sure your thinking to yourself, 'Self, why would he apologize?' Well its simple. I have to make an example, one here, and one in the ring. Anthony Jordan,.. Im sorry for what I have to do here tonight, and for what I will do to you in the ring. Its all an example, and its all for the greater good."
Reporter-" Sir, um. Whats with the guy in the corner over there?"
Brock-" Oh, right. Where are my manners? does your camera have a light on it?"
The cameraman nodded and flicked on a bright yellow light as they followed Brock to the man.
He sat bound and gagged in a chair. Blood stained his nose, and his wrists near the ropes. The man argued beneath the duct tape, muffling every word as he protested his incarceration.
Brock- " This is Eric. Eric works for IWF as a security guard. Now let me explain to you WHY hes here. Last week, as I was leaving the arena, he grabbed my shoulder and mockingly wished me good luck next week. He laughed, as he clasped my shoulder.After a struggle, i pushed him into a wall, promptly gave him the finger, and headed for my car. He chased me down and tackled me into my car, damaging the brand new paint job. Now there are few things as sacred as a mans car, and his ego, and I wasnt planning on letting him get to a strike 3. So after a few more thrown fists, and 2 broken legs, Eric is spending this week in a time out. I also consider it as a warning to anyone who would risk attacking me. I will go to any and all lenghts to make your lives a living HELL. Standing at the top of that list is our very own champions. I am the only deserving number one contender. So for now, this interview is over. Thank you for your time.
The camera men reluctantly made their way out as Brock turned back to Eric.
The camera fades to black on his final words.
Brock- " NOW. What did I tell you about being rude in front of company?"
Fists hitting face and muffled groans of pain sound out as the promo ends.
