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 |  Subject: Throwing it in here cause it deals with IWF stuffs.  Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:30 am | |
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The camera is turned on to an empty room. There are a few folded steel chairs against a wall. A few of them have been opened ready to be used in the middle of the room. Perhaps the most interesting thing in the room is the deep yellow of sunlight streaming through the windows. It is almost dusk and the sun is seemingly trying to finish strong. It appears to be holding its ground even if in a matter of a mere hour it will have disappeared only to awake from its unseen and dormant lair the next day. A few minutes pass by which seem like eternity with everything standing still until the faint sound of footsteps are heard. The footsteps get louder and louder until they stop and the door to the room opens. At first the figure is enveloped in the shadows of the dark abyss of the hallway from which he came from. He steps into the light and reveals himself to be someone unknown to the Roughkut Universe. The man is obviously not Dan Alexander and does not have the presence or stature of a pro wrestler. He is wearing a quite expensive suit to reconcile that previous fact. He closes the door behind him and looks around the room with a criticizing eye. He walks to the window and pries open the blinds to see the outside world. His eyes squint from the blinding light. After a second or two he gives up and walks to the other end of the room. He starts pacing a little and looks
at his watch.
Man: Where is that son of a bitch?
All of a sudden there is a knock on the door. It had startled him a little. He regains his composure as the door slowly opens. A head peers inside the room. He spots the man inside the room and almost has a look of disappointment. He proceeds to walk inside the room.
Man: Dan.
Dan: Rick.
Dan takes a seat and Rick takes the other.
Dan: You know when I got the message that someone would be here to “supervise” me I would never expect it to be you.
Rick: Why is that? I am Rick Christian, the CEO of IWF. I made the decision to have your ungrateful self be monitored during this. I have Steel Angel’s best interest in mind. Why wouldn’t I be here?
Dan: Maybe because this is the first time you got your lazy ass to do something. And for that I am honored.
Rick: Same old Dan Alexander.
Dan: Can’t say the same thing about you.
Rick: Oh yeah? What changed about me?
Dan: You put on a few pounds.
Rick sighs at the cheap shot.
Rick: Alright let’s get this over with. Yumi has a busy schedule and so do I.
Dan: Who?
Rick: Yumi…
Dan stares at him blankly.
Dan: Who?
Rick: Yumi. As in Steel Angel.
Dan: Ah. Oh right. I could never remember his real name.
Rick: For God’s sake…
Dan: You know you did say something interesting, which is a first. You said that you have Steel
Angel’s best interest in mind. Don’t you mean you have YOUR best interest in mind?
Rick: What?
Dan: Don’t bullsnork me Rick. I know how you work. I know exactly what kind of sleaze ball pig you are. You don’t give a damn about Steel Angel. You could care less if he was publicly humiliated. You are here for yourself.
Rick: What the hell are you talking about?
Dan: I know exactly why you are here. You don’t want me bad mouthing you or IWF. The only reason why you even care about Steel Angel losing this match is because it would put you in a bad position. It would fall back on you.
Rick starts to get a stern expression on his face.
Dan: You care about this match more than any previous match because of me. Because if I win this match it will ruin you.
Rick starts to chuckle.
Rick: Is that what you really think? That I care if you win this match or not? Even if you won, which is unlikely, but even if you did I could care less. It wouldn’t fall back on me. It would fall on Yumi’s shoulders. Not mine. He would have lost to a scumbag. Which is exactly what you are.
Dan: Oh it will be a real trip for Steel alright. Up until now he has only had a few toned down matches where he knew he would look good. He really played the part of a “champion” when he held that New Blood Championship. But once that was over he has had a hard time finding success.
Rick: Oh really? That may be true but at least he still has success. You on the other hand have none. You left IWF like a dog with its tail tucked. Yeah, you won the IWF title, once. But now look at you. Signed to other places.
Dan: And what’s wrong with that? Is it because you think every other promotion is inferior to IWF? Or is it because you know they aren’t? Because I can assure you, all these “other places” don’t need to feed off the former glory of years past. Is IWF going bankrupt? Probably not. But is it progressing? Is it really making any effort to put over new talent? No. You are still stuck in the past. You are at the mercy of the select few that came from NLWF. I bet Brandon Macdonald, the former IWF Champ who is now the president of talent relations or some crap like that, has more power than you. Because while you have the title of “CEO” it’s just that, a title. You don’t have any power because all the power is in Corey Casey, Brandon and a few others that are the only reason money is coming in for IWF. Without them IWF is just a lowly promotion with poor booking.
Rick: That’s not true. That’s not true at all.
Dan: It’s not?
Rick: No. Look at Steel Angel for example.
Dan: Example? I think we already established that he only looks good because of your never ending supply of jobbers.
Rick: Shut up. You aren’t listening. It’s always about you. We have tons of talent. We have newcomers that are thriving in IWF. Making a name for themselves.
Dan: Then name one. Name one for me please.
Rick appears to be silent for a while.
Rick: Stygian…
Dan: Nice try. He left IWF. Probably for the same reasons I did. I hope you are starting to see the pattern here. Any real talent that has ever stepped into IWF has had enough sense to run the smurf away. The only reason why people like Corey Casey and James Shark stay is because of the enormous pay checks you give them. They wouldn’t be worth half of it anywhere else. You don’t even have to beg on your knees to keep them, which you would do, they just don’t have a choice.
Rick’s face starts to become red. The sunlight has started to disappear. It would have been completely dark if not for the lights that have been on the whole time.
Dan: I had the choice. Because I knew that I would get paid wherever I went. I knew that I would be needed and wanted anywhere I decided to go. Because I actually have talent and skill. And that is what kills you Rick. You knew you had something. You thought you had hit the jackpot when I signed to IWF. But you failed to realize that I wouldn’t be another one of your goons that you could manipulate.
Rick: Alright. Yeah you have some talent. But it’s nowhere near guys like Brandon. Nowhere near guys like James Shark.
Dan: Maybe. But maybe their perks went beyond just a fat paycheck. Maybe the booking was in their favor.
Rick: What the hell are you accusing me of?
Dan: Nothing. Nothing at all. I don’t fault you for booking matches in their favor. You had to do it. It’s in your nature.
Rick: Like you have any proof. Like always you are talking complete bullsnork.
Dan: Maybe I am. But maybe I am not. Yeah. I admit I never beat Brandon. I admit that Shark beat me twice. But look at the booking. I went through a vicious battle royal. I had to go through ten people to earn my first title shot, only to have a no DQ match with a special referee.
Rick: That wasn’t my fault.
Dan: Sure. I still won the title a few weeks later. Then guess what? Shark got a title shot conveniently just a week after I had an injury to my arm. Perfect timing.
Rick: How is that my fault?
Dan: Well how exactly did Shark even get that title shot? Do you even remember?
Rick: Doesn’t matter. He still beat you.
Dan: Then of course Brandon get’s a title shot just because he came back from hiatus. Other people get a title shot for nothing also.
Rick: You had the same chances.
Dan: Yeah you put me in a tournament. A tournament where my bracket was filled pretty well. And
Brandon’s side was filled with, IWF divas.
Rick: Excuses, excuses.
Dan: And on top of that you made the finals a triple threat instead of a one on one. Just because you couldn't say no to a certain someone who had NLWF fame.
Rick doesn't say anything.
Dan: Now I’m not mad. I could live without a hundred title shots. That’s not why I left IWF. I left because you, Rick, will forever be tied down by a few IWF stars. You will never be a true CEO as long as you are bent over a barrel being fu—
Rick: THAT’S ENOUGH!
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Rick’s heavy breathing is the only thing that is heard. Dan is just looking at him amused. After a few minutes Rick starts to calm down.
Dan: And that is exactly why I challenged Steel Angel. I sent a challenge to James Shark on twitter. He refused in a non polite way like I knew he would. But I have to give it to Steel for having the balls to wrestle outside of IWF. You know, not having the huge home advantage he has. It has to be jarring for him. While we’re on the subject I saw that IWF has its own twitter now along with everyone else. Remember when I suggested that we all use twitter months ago? Well, you just had to side with Steel’s judgment. You should know how bad his judgment is by now. After all, he accepted this match and has you all stressed out. It’s really your balls on the line, not his, that’s if you’ve grown any yet.
Rick looks at his watch.
Dan: What’s the matter? You gotta run home or something?
Rick: No.
Dan: Oh, you didn’t expect it to be this long didn’t you?
Dan waits for his response but he doesn’t get any. Rick is quick to avert his eyes instead of looking at
Dan.
Dan: You didn’t expect your personal hell to last this long, didn’t you? Well, I’m just getting started. When Steel accepted this match I knew it was the nail on the coffin for you. I knew once word got to you about this, you shat your pants. Because if I win this match it will leave a stain on IWF that would be bigger than any on your underwear ever before. You would no longer be able to lie about the level of competition in IWF. You would no longer be able to tout the fact that I was never as good as the “elite” in IWF. I hear the comments. I see them on twitter. “How is Dan so good?” “How is he doing so well?” It doesn’t surprise me that I am doing well. I have full creative freedom in other promotions. Something you would deny me in IWF. What surprises me is that you are still watching. You, all of you in IWF, are still watching me. Don’t deny it. You know exactly which promotion I joined after I left. You’ve watched my matches. You and your employees claim that I was never a big prospect in the first place. Yet, I made the biggest impact in IWF. And I continue to make big impacts in other promotions. And you can deny and deny that all you want but the fact is that you still watched me. You still kept tabs on me. Now your only defense is to claim that the level of talent anywhere else must not even touch what you guys have in IWF. That is some silly logic. You are saying out of all the other promotions in the world, you guys have the best of the best? You are saying that no one else can be possibly better than you? None of these places with numerous awards and high rankings could compare to IWF? How closed minded can you be? You have about eighteen people on your roster right now. About half of them have never traveled outside of IWF. They have never tested themselves. Well of course they might be the best in IWF. But they aren’t the best in the world. You can’t claim that unless you take on the world. And that is exactly what I have been doing. Testing myself against the world. Not you, not some group of well pampered people who have all the backstage power. Well that is about to change. All of it is. Because Steel Angel has taken that challenge. It’s just unfortunate that it has to be me…
Dan: It’s interesting that Steel and I have never had a match. He is quick to judge my skills when he was still wrestling jobbers while I was fighting for the title. I’m not gonna lie. I have improved greatly since my tenure at IWF. Because for once, I was pushed to become better, instead of being pulled down to a lower standard. I can tell Steel Angel is nervous. He is beside himself right now. He doesn’t know what to do. What does he say here? What kind of place is this? What is he supposed to do? He is doing exactly what someone of his status would do. Right now he is blinded by the light as he leaves the rock which he was under for years. Listen Steel Angel; I don’t need your biography. I don’t need your profile. I don’t need to know your past. I don’t need to know who your girlfriend is. I don’t need to know how you grew up or where you grew up. I don’t need to know what your hobbies are. I don’t need to know what you do on the weekends or on your personal time. I don’t even need to know your finishing moves. Scrap all that. This isn’t some place where people are interested to sit down and talk to you about how you came up in the business and all that crap. This isn't twitter. They want to know what you are capable of. They want to know what you will do once you step into that ring. I know this is unfamiliar territory for you, but you will learn quickly. You will have to learn quickly.
Dan: As for me. You know exactly what I’m going to do. Everyone knows exactly what I am going to do to you. They want to see it. And you want to avoid it. Once that bell rings I’m going right after you. To an outsider it will just look like I am destroying you. It will look like I am dismantling you. Pain on your face will indicate that. But to everyone else they will know exactly what is happening. You…
He points at Rick.
Dan: … will know more than anyone what it will mean. I will expose you for what you really are Steel Angel. And I will expose you for what you really are Rick Christian. And I will expose IWF for what it really is. Strangely enough your nickname, Steel , encompasses everything. Everything that is wrong. You liken yourself to an Angel. One who soars high above the clouds. You also made yourself out of steel. Probably so no one could ever harm you. Too bad you miscalculated. Now no amount of flapping will lift you off the ground. You would need an absurd amount of jet fuel to fly. That is exactly what you guys are. A bunch of impenetrable closed minded people who will listen to nobody but themselves. You sit there and admire yourselves, but are confined to what you have become. You have become steel, cold and hard, closed off to the world. Not hearing that, this is isn’t the way. This isn’t the way to become the best in the business. Just because you deny what everyone else says doesn’t mean you are right. You sit high atop the clouds burning precious fuel. Wasting fuel, wasting everyone’s time. You’ve done it for so long that everyone has forgotten about you. Besides me, no one even knows who you guys are at Roughkut promotions. The fame and credibility you hold so high at IWF means nothing here because you have made no effort whatsoever to branch out and test yourself against the world. Here, you are nothing but another amongst thousands. Me? I'm relevant anywhere I go. And if I'm not? I make sure people know just who Dan Alexander is. No one will ever know the people you hold in such high esteem. No one will ever care about them. Because they are nothing than game pieces that only work for the game they came with. They are some high level cards in a children's card game that kids would die for, but once they are adults they will realize they were only pieces of paper.
Dan: And that is what you are afraid of. That is why you are hesitant to have to do anything outside of IWF.
Rick starts to open his mouth to object.
Dan: Oh I know. I know about a few scuffles you have with people from other promotions. But they never amount to anything. Just a few insults on twitter that you get the better of. That's one thing you and your guys can say you are the best at: insults. At the end of the day that is all you have. I have no doubt that is exactly what you and Steel have planned for me. You will deny everything I have said even though it is fact. And you will counter it by trying to find every loss of mine on the record book. You will try to counter it by digging up some dirt on me and trying to humiliate me in some way. The exact same way some dirty politician would get over another candidate. Pick something totally irrelevant to the match at hand to try and undermine me. But the beauty of it is that none of it will matter. None of it will matter once Steel and I step into that ring. You can stand in his corner. Hell, all of IWF can stand in his corner. But it won't be your call this time. It won't be on IWF's terms. It will be on my terms. It will be my match. And it will be my victory. And it won't stop there. I'll have another victory. And another victory. And another victory. And if they choose to not accept then it's their loss. It only proves me right. By refusing my challenges they, you, are saying that IWF is not world class. It's simply a group of people who have matches with each other.
Rick suddenly stand up. He fumes with rage. He looks behind him at the steel chair. He folds it up and gets ready to swing it at Dan who is simply just sitting there smiling.
Dan: Do it Rick. Do it. Smack me with that chair. Do it. You know you want to. But is what you want, the right thing? Think about it.
Dan stands up.
Dan: Doing what you and everyone at IWF wants has lead you guys NOWHERE. But even if you don't swing that chair, the outcome will be the same. My hand will be raised and you. Yes you. Will be exposed.
Rick drops the chair and looks on in anguish. He leaves the room in a hurry, slamming the door behind him. Dan turns his head towards the camera.
Dan: I'm glad you accepted the challenge, Steel. It will be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to you.
Dan turns around and heads out the door. After a few minutes the lights turn off and dead silence is heard. |
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