Post by Chris Page on Jun 14, 2018 15:52:25 GMT -5
“Did you see it!”
Our scene fades in as the Monster Silence is shown sitting in front of a camera with a black backdrop. He has the WGWF Television Championship thrown over his right shoulder. He’s dressed in street clothes; however, all we are able to see is that of a black t-shirt.
SILENCE- “Of course you did.”
The Monster states with a smirk appearing on his face as he thinks back to how it felt to drive Andy’s body into the mat like he was and is nothing.
SILENCE- “Andy Johnson steps to the plate and exercises his rematch clause for MY World Television Championship… and Andy Johnson bites the dust once again a monster among men, and here I thought being in the Page bloodline you would have posed a bigger challenge. It baffles my mind on how someone like you garnered a victory over someone like your father when all I’ve had to do is fart in your direction and you’ve been left laying.”
Silence leans back against his chair.
SILENCE- “At some point you’re going to need to see how this story plays out and it doesn’t play out with you standing, let alone breathing if you really want to come bark up my tree. You had better thank your lucky stars that Terry Borden had your back and showed up with a crowbar or you wouldn’t be able to make it to Summer Madness to begin with.”
Silence intently glares into the camera as he starts to speak in a more serious tone before he continues.
SILENCE- “And Terry, this is your final warning. If you stick your nose in my business again I’ll rip your heart out where you stand. Get over the fact that you had your shot and you blew it, get over yourself as a wrestler in general because all you’re doing now is shitting all over a legacy you’ve managed to attain. You’re nobody now, why else would you be running with John Cable?”
Silence winks at the camera.
SILENCE- “While you’ll be stroking each other’s dicks on Brawl I’ll be busy successfully defending MY Television Championship against a talentless waste of roster space that is Dustin Holt. There’s plenty of legitimate challengers on this roster so why Dustin Holt is getting this chance completely and totally blows my freaking mind.”
The Monster Silence takes the TV Title off his shoulder before holding it out towards the camera.
SILENCE- “This is as close as you’re ever going to get to holding on to this Championship because the mere thought of you, a guy that hasn’t won a match in like three years, is somehow going to show up and pull off an upset of this proportion? Slim and none. You’re hardly man enough to tie your shoes let alone stand a chance at taking this away from me.”
Silence brings the title back resting it across his lap while leaning forward and looking directly into the camera.
SILENCE- “I’ll tell you what you do have a chance at… you’ve got a chance at getting stomped in the mat by a Monster that can give two shits about your well-being. Dustin, you’re in for a very rude awakening, you’re going to be in for one of the longest nights of pain and suffering that you’ve ever experienced curtesy of the man they call… Silence.”
Scene fades.
Our scene fades in as the Monster Silence is shown sitting in front of a camera with a black backdrop. He has the WGWF Television Championship thrown over his right shoulder. He’s dressed in street clothes; however, all we are able to see is that of a black t-shirt.
SILENCE- “Of course you did.”
The Monster states with a smirk appearing on his face as he thinks back to how it felt to drive Andy’s body into the mat like he was and is nothing.
SILENCE- “Andy Johnson steps to the plate and exercises his rematch clause for MY World Television Championship… and Andy Johnson bites the dust once again a monster among men, and here I thought being in the Page bloodline you would have posed a bigger challenge. It baffles my mind on how someone like you garnered a victory over someone like your father when all I’ve had to do is fart in your direction and you’ve been left laying.”
Silence leans back against his chair.
SILENCE- “At some point you’re going to need to see how this story plays out and it doesn’t play out with you standing, let alone breathing if you really want to come bark up my tree. You had better thank your lucky stars that Terry Borden had your back and showed up with a crowbar or you wouldn’t be able to make it to Summer Madness to begin with.”
Silence intently glares into the camera as he starts to speak in a more serious tone before he continues.
SILENCE- “And Terry, this is your final warning. If you stick your nose in my business again I’ll rip your heart out where you stand. Get over the fact that you had your shot and you blew it, get over yourself as a wrestler in general because all you’re doing now is shitting all over a legacy you’ve managed to attain. You’re nobody now, why else would you be running with John Cable?”
Silence winks at the camera.
SILENCE- “While you’ll be stroking each other’s dicks on Brawl I’ll be busy successfully defending MY Television Championship against a talentless waste of roster space that is Dustin Holt. There’s plenty of legitimate challengers on this roster so why Dustin Holt is getting this chance completely and totally blows my freaking mind.”
The Monster Silence takes the TV Title off his shoulder before holding it out towards the camera.
SILENCE- “This is as close as you’re ever going to get to holding on to this Championship because the mere thought of you, a guy that hasn’t won a match in like three years, is somehow going to show up and pull off an upset of this proportion? Slim and none. You’re hardly man enough to tie your shoes let alone stand a chance at taking this away from me.”
Silence brings the title back resting it across his lap while leaning forward and looking directly into the camera.
SILENCE- “I’ll tell you what you do have a chance at… you’ve got a chance at getting stomped in the mat by a Monster that can give two shits about your well-being. Dustin, you’re in for a very rude awakening, you’re going to be in for one of the longest nights of pain and suffering that you’ve ever experienced curtesy of the man they call… Silence.”
Scene fades.