Post by The DVC on Jul 8, 2018 22:57:39 GMT -5
June 25th, 2018
Arenas de Barcelona
Barcelona, Spain
"UHHHHHHH OWWWWWWWW!"
The scene opens to the trainers room where Erik Josten is sitting on the bench, being taped up by Dr. Fihlguud.
Dr. Fihlguud: "You really need to take it easy for a while. As much as I like ya, I don't need to see you every two weeks, using up all my tape."
Josten chuckles.
Josten: "Trust me, I'm getting tired of seeing ya face too."
The door opens as Dr. Fihlguud continues taping up Josten's ribs and he winces as he does.
"Well I'm getting tired of seeing you get your ass kicked."
Christian Connolly walks in the room, followed by Tristan Slater. Josten gets up off the bench and Christian immediately puts a hand to Erik's chest.
Connolly: "Easy big man, easy."
Josten: "What you mean, easy? I still can't believe you rollin' with this dude, after everything.."
Connolly: "Look, it's not that seri-"
Slater: "After everything, like saving your ass tonight. Oh, you're welcome, by the way."
Josten: "I didn't need ya help."
Slater: "Oh I'm sure you had everything covered, face down on the mat."
Josten steps forward at Slater and Connolly puts another hand to Erik's chest. He looks toward Tristan and Dr. Fihlguud.
Connolly: "Ok. Can you give us a minute?"
Dr. Fihlguud nods before exiting the room. Tristan smirks and shakes his head before turning and leaving the room. Erik lets out a deep exhale.
Josten: "I still can't believe you're doing this. After everything we've been through with him and now you all buddy-buddy with him like nothing ever happened. You can't trust him."
Connolly: "I know this. I'm not stupid. I just need you to trust me on this. I got a plan."
Josten: "Whatever you say. But if he steps out of line.."
Connolly: "Let me handle that. You got enough to worry about with the Dark Jackass and Sentinel."
Josten: "Yeah, tell me about it. I feel like crap."
Connolly: "You look like crap too. But, I got just the remedy.. let's go get wasted."
Josten: "You're speaking my language, especially since you're paying."
Connolly sighs before turning the leaving the room, followed by Josten.
* * * * *
Connolly pacing back and forth in front of a non-nondescript concrete wall, clad in black track pants, large sunglasses, and a black fuzzy headband. He's also sporting a black Terry Borden style t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out, the words 'CONNOLLY STILL RULES'ย letters across the shirt. Erik Josten leans back against the wall, several meters removed from the focus.
"Sooooo... guess I got some explanin' to do, huh?"
Connolly chuckles.
"All I've been hearing these days is that I'm conflicted.. I've turned my back on the people.. I'm an asshole. And to all that I say.. maybe you're right.
But you're probably wrong.
See, nothing has changed about me. I'm still the same guy that all you fans rallied around against James Raven. I'm still the same guy who when I won the Intercontinental title, you chanted 'You deserve it!' But I'm also still the same guy who at the end of the day, has told you all, that I will do anything.." (pats the IC title around his waist) "..to keep this title"
And if it means, I gotta align myself with Tristan Slater.. then so be it.
Now Chris Dorling, please don't think that I hate you or even dislike you. I respect you. I respect you so much, that I gotta fuck you up everytime I see you because you're that damn good. It's really starting to get to me.. like I can't put you away for some reason. I should be done with you.. I should be going for the World title but instead, I'm stuck still trying to prove that I'm better.
But don't worry because next time you come after my title, I'm ending this once and for all."
Connolly cracks his neck before continuing.
"Dorling, though, you're in the future. Terry Borden, on the other hand... no disrespect, man, but like, how the fuck are you still doing this? I mean, I was on the juice in my thirties, you're freakin' seventy! You got to be on something stronger than I've ever been on to still be doing this.
What's really getting to me is that you actually think you can beat me. You actually think you can walk down the aisle and do what Chris Dorling couldn't do... twice. Or what James Raven could do. I'm supposed to believe you're as good as James Raven?
Bitch, please.
Terry, we go back a long way. And I get it, you're still trying to hold on to your old glory, your fame. It's tough to move on, trust me, I know. And you're looking for that last day in the sun, for it to shine as bright as it can on you.
I'm sorry, but it won't be Monday. I can promise you that, not at my expense.
I've worked too hard for this title... to carry the respect & the lineage of the great champions before me. I refuse to throw all that away by losing it to you. This is my time old man. And if no one else around here is gonna take Old Yeller out into the woods & do what has to be done... then hand me the gun, brother."
Connolly looks back at Josten, nods for him to speak. Josten looks at the camera and slashes his throat with his hand. And with that, the scene fades out.
Arenas de Barcelona
Barcelona, Spain
"UHHHHHHH OWWWWWWWW!"
The scene opens to the trainers room where Erik Josten is sitting on the bench, being taped up by Dr. Fihlguud.
Dr. Fihlguud: "You really need to take it easy for a while. As much as I like ya, I don't need to see you every two weeks, using up all my tape."
Josten chuckles.
Josten: "Trust me, I'm getting tired of seeing ya face too."
The door opens as Dr. Fihlguud continues taping up Josten's ribs and he winces as he does.
"Well I'm getting tired of seeing you get your ass kicked."
Christian Connolly walks in the room, followed by Tristan Slater. Josten gets up off the bench and Christian immediately puts a hand to Erik's chest.
Connolly: "Easy big man, easy."
Josten: "What you mean, easy? I still can't believe you rollin' with this dude, after everything.."
Connolly: "Look, it's not that seri-"
Slater: "After everything, like saving your ass tonight. Oh, you're welcome, by the way."
Josten: "I didn't need ya help."
Slater: "Oh I'm sure you had everything covered, face down on the mat."
Josten steps forward at Slater and Connolly puts another hand to Erik's chest. He looks toward Tristan and Dr. Fihlguud.
Connolly: "Ok. Can you give us a minute?"
Dr. Fihlguud nods before exiting the room. Tristan smirks and shakes his head before turning and leaving the room. Erik lets out a deep exhale.
Josten: "I still can't believe you're doing this. After everything we've been through with him and now you all buddy-buddy with him like nothing ever happened. You can't trust him."
Connolly: "I know this. I'm not stupid. I just need you to trust me on this. I got a plan."
Josten: "Whatever you say. But if he steps out of line.."
Connolly: "Let me handle that. You got enough to worry about with the Dark Jackass and Sentinel."
Josten: "Yeah, tell me about it. I feel like crap."
Connolly: "You look like crap too. But, I got just the remedy.. let's go get wasted."
Josten: "You're speaking my language, especially since you're paying."
Connolly sighs before turning the leaving the room, followed by Josten.
* * * * *
Connolly pacing back and forth in front of a non-nondescript concrete wall, clad in black track pants, large sunglasses, and a black fuzzy headband. He's also sporting a black Terry Borden style t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out, the words 'CONNOLLY STILL RULES'ย letters across the shirt. Erik Josten leans back against the wall, several meters removed from the focus.
"Sooooo... guess I got some explanin' to do, huh?"
Connolly chuckles.
"All I've been hearing these days is that I'm conflicted.. I've turned my back on the people.. I'm an asshole. And to all that I say.. maybe you're right.
But you're probably wrong.
See, nothing has changed about me. I'm still the same guy that all you fans rallied around against James Raven. I'm still the same guy who when I won the Intercontinental title, you chanted 'You deserve it!' But I'm also still the same guy who at the end of the day, has told you all, that I will do anything.." (pats the IC title around his waist) "..to keep this title"
And if it means, I gotta align myself with Tristan Slater.. then so be it.
Now Chris Dorling, please don't think that I hate you or even dislike you. I respect you. I respect you so much, that I gotta fuck you up everytime I see you because you're that damn good. It's really starting to get to me.. like I can't put you away for some reason. I should be done with you.. I should be going for the World title but instead, I'm stuck still trying to prove that I'm better.
But don't worry because next time you come after my title, I'm ending this once and for all."
Connolly cracks his neck before continuing.
"Dorling, though, you're in the future. Terry Borden, on the other hand... no disrespect, man, but like, how the fuck are you still doing this? I mean, I was on the juice in my thirties, you're freakin' seventy! You got to be on something stronger than I've ever been on to still be doing this.
What's really getting to me is that you actually think you can beat me. You actually think you can walk down the aisle and do what Chris Dorling couldn't do... twice. Or what James Raven could do. I'm supposed to believe you're as good as James Raven?
Bitch, please.
Terry, we go back a long way. And I get it, you're still trying to hold on to your old glory, your fame. It's tough to move on, trust me, I know. And you're looking for that last day in the sun, for it to shine as bright as it can on you.
I'm sorry, but it won't be Monday. I can promise you that, not at my expense.
I've worked too hard for this title... to carry the respect & the lineage of the great champions before me. I refuse to throw all that away by losing it to you. This is my time old man. And if no one else around here is gonna take Old Yeller out into the woods & do what has to be done... then hand me the gun, brother."
Connolly looks back at Josten, nods for him to speak. Josten looks at the camera and slashes his throat with his hand. And with that, the scene fades out.