Post by Dick Devereaux on Jan 31, 2017 21:15:25 GMT -5
[The scene cuts open on a dark room. The silence is deafening as the camera can only see the black of the darkness. Seconds feel like hours as we sit in the dark silence. Suddenly, we hear the creak of a door opening followed by footsteps. Then a bright flash of light hits as the fluorescent bulbs flash on above. The camera goes out of focus and then slowly refocuses as we come to the scene. We can now see a large room with the walls surrounded with tall mirrors. They form a circle all pointed to the middle of the room where one soul stands in the silence alone. Dick Devereaux has his arms resting at his sides as he looks around the room at his own reflection. He is dressed simple. A black leather jacket with one red sleeve rests over a solid black "DICK IS GONNA KILL YOU" T-Shirt. His legs are covered with a pair of winter camo pants cut off at the knees to create shorts. On his feet rest a pair of dirty red and black Converse. Dick finally breaks the silence with a very soft spoken tone of voice.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Brandon Collins. Has anyone ever told you the definition of the word vanity? Vanity, excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance or achievements. Now if that ain't the GREATEST definition of someone I've ever heard!
[Dicks voice booms as his previous soft spoken tone turns to a much more orotund tone of voice. He begins to speak loudly now as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: If you were to look up vanity in the dictionary I wouldn't be surprised if a picture of your dumbass was plastered right smack dab next to it! You see, you look into the mirror everyday and see your privileged reflection staring right back at you. You've never had to work for anything in your life! Your good for nothing Father made you believe that you were better then everyone because your last name was Collins. I mean, shit, your Father even got you into the best training schools to make sure he pampered his wittle boy! Then when you couldn't hack it as a wrestler, you decided to turn to Mixed Martial Arts. And low and behold you fuckin' sucked at it! Than Daddy pops his head back in and BAM! Right back into the ring with you! But you see, I'm cut from a different stone.
[Dick looks to the side at another mirror, this one has a bit of dirt on it unlike the sparkling clean one he was looking at before. He steps forward to it looking at his reflection as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I had to work my way from the bottom to get to wear I'm at today. I didn't have Daddy's money or connections to get me into the ring. I trained in a beat down ring in the middle of a run down building. I got my shit kicked in and worked my fuckin' ass off every single day to get the opportunity to step through those ropes. I drove four fuckin' hours in a piece of shit truck with no heat to get my ass handed to me and then drive four hours back just to get up the next morning to go to work, put in my eight hours, get off and drive four hours again to get my ass kicked EVERY FUCKIN' DAY! While you had your high class gym and your pampered training with the elite I was getting down and dirty and giving everything I had just to get a foot in the door! So when I take a look in the mirror I don't see vanity...
[Dick takes his fist and smashes the dirty glass. Pieces fly off as it shatters leaving only bits and pieces hanging. Dick stares into the remains of the mirror, his broken reflection looking back at him.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I see destruction! My reflection shows a man willing to do whatever it takes to get what belongs to him. You see, I've had to work my ass off to get where I'm at and I have yet to get what I rightfully deserve! You've had your title shots and Championship runs. Me? I've had nothing! First Championship I won I got to hold for two weeks before the company fell under. Second Championship I got my hands on was taken from me by an owner who didn't like my style. I have finally been given the opportunity to get everything I've been fighting for since day one when I got my spot in this Union Championship Tournament and I'll be damned if I let a self-righteous pompous asshole like you take away my shot at glory!
[Dick faces the original mirror and stares into it as he places a bloody hand against it. He leans forward as he continues, blood dripping slowly from his hand and running down the clean mirror.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: There isn't a better match-up then this Brandon. Two sides of the coin going one on one. On one side we have the privileged Brandon Collins and on the other we have the deprived Dick Devereaux. Only one can move on and reach that Championship. I've fought to long and to hard to get where I am today while you've simply been born into this spot. It's time you face someone who will look at the Collins name, pull down his pants, and take a nice big SHIT ON IT! And I'm just the motherfucker who has the BALLS to do just that! Ready yourself up Collins. Get all of your elite privileged training in that you can. If you were scared to get in the ring last week against an opponent like Chris Andrew... just wait until you step into the ring with the Butcher of the Battleground! There's a reason I've been referred to as such and there's a reason the fans chant "DICK IS GONNA' KILL YOU" when I step out onto the Battleground. I'm not just your average run of the mill wrestler. I'm the Baddest Man in the Hardcore Scene!
[Dick slams his other fist into the mirror, shattering it on impact! He takes his bloodied hand and plants it onto his face before removing it leaving his signature blood red hand print across his face. Dick turns to the camera this time, the bloody hand print still fresh on his face. A sadistic smile forms on his face as he stares through the camera seemingly directly to Brandon Collins.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: And I'M GONNA' KILL YOU!
[With that, Dick grabs the camera before covering the lens with his bloodied hand sending it into a deep flash of red. The camera cuts to static before slowly fading back into the darkness.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Brandon Collins. Has anyone ever told you the definition of the word vanity? Vanity, excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance or achievements. Now if that ain't the GREATEST definition of someone I've ever heard!
[Dicks voice booms as his previous soft spoken tone turns to a much more orotund tone of voice. He begins to speak loudly now as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: If you were to look up vanity in the dictionary I wouldn't be surprised if a picture of your dumbass was plastered right smack dab next to it! You see, you look into the mirror everyday and see your privileged reflection staring right back at you. You've never had to work for anything in your life! Your good for nothing Father made you believe that you were better then everyone because your last name was Collins. I mean, shit, your Father even got you into the best training schools to make sure he pampered his wittle boy! Then when you couldn't hack it as a wrestler, you decided to turn to Mixed Martial Arts. And low and behold you fuckin' sucked at it! Than Daddy pops his head back in and BAM! Right back into the ring with you! But you see, I'm cut from a different stone.
[Dick looks to the side at another mirror, this one has a bit of dirt on it unlike the sparkling clean one he was looking at before. He steps forward to it looking at his reflection as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I had to work my way from the bottom to get to wear I'm at today. I didn't have Daddy's money or connections to get me into the ring. I trained in a beat down ring in the middle of a run down building. I got my shit kicked in and worked my fuckin' ass off every single day to get the opportunity to step through those ropes. I drove four fuckin' hours in a piece of shit truck with no heat to get my ass handed to me and then drive four hours back just to get up the next morning to go to work, put in my eight hours, get off and drive four hours again to get my ass kicked EVERY FUCKIN' DAY! While you had your high class gym and your pampered training with the elite I was getting down and dirty and giving everything I had just to get a foot in the door! So when I take a look in the mirror I don't see vanity...
[Dick takes his fist and smashes the dirty glass. Pieces fly off as it shatters leaving only bits and pieces hanging. Dick stares into the remains of the mirror, his broken reflection looking back at him.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I see destruction! My reflection shows a man willing to do whatever it takes to get what belongs to him. You see, I've had to work my ass off to get where I'm at and I have yet to get what I rightfully deserve! You've had your title shots and Championship runs. Me? I've had nothing! First Championship I won I got to hold for two weeks before the company fell under. Second Championship I got my hands on was taken from me by an owner who didn't like my style. I have finally been given the opportunity to get everything I've been fighting for since day one when I got my spot in this Union Championship Tournament and I'll be damned if I let a self-righteous pompous asshole like you take away my shot at glory!
[Dick faces the original mirror and stares into it as he places a bloody hand against it. He leans forward as he continues, blood dripping slowly from his hand and running down the clean mirror.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: There isn't a better match-up then this Brandon. Two sides of the coin going one on one. On one side we have the privileged Brandon Collins and on the other we have the deprived Dick Devereaux. Only one can move on and reach that Championship. I've fought to long and to hard to get where I am today while you've simply been born into this spot. It's time you face someone who will look at the Collins name, pull down his pants, and take a nice big SHIT ON IT! And I'm just the motherfucker who has the BALLS to do just that! Ready yourself up Collins. Get all of your elite privileged training in that you can. If you were scared to get in the ring last week against an opponent like Chris Andrew... just wait until you step into the ring with the Butcher of the Battleground! There's a reason I've been referred to as such and there's a reason the fans chant "DICK IS GONNA' KILL YOU" when I step out onto the Battleground. I'm not just your average run of the mill wrestler. I'm the Baddest Man in the Hardcore Scene!
[Dick slams his other fist into the mirror, shattering it on impact! He takes his bloodied hand and plants it onto his face before removing it leaving his signature blood red hand print across his face. Dick turns to the camera this time, the bloody hand print still fresh on his face. A sadistic smile forms on his face as he stares through the camera seemingly directly to Brandon Collins.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: And I'M GONNA' KILL YOU!
[With that, Dick grabs the camera before covering the lens with his bloodied hand sending it into a deep flash of red. The camera cuts to static before slowly fading back into the darkness.]
