Post by Dirk Bentley on May 26, 2016 23:24:04 GMT -5
****OOC: character statements other than Summer and Dirk were tweets she was reading and he was responding to. Not actual characters in the role play.****
6:00 PM Monday May 23rd – Nashville Tennessee – Home of Dirk Bentley
{Scene opens as we see Dirk Bentley kicked back in his lounge chair taking swigs of Jack Daniels directly from the bottle. Summer O’ Reilly sitting on the couch positioned to his right holding up the IPad and the television. As the scene focuses in on the TV we see the final scenes from the encounter between Dirk and Ashleigh…
[Dirk glances over as Ashleigh crawls to a bench and uses it to begin pulling herself to her feet. As she makes progress Dirk sighs and shakes his head before looking back into the camera.]
Dirk: Some people just don’t know when to die.
{He watches as she slowly regains her footing and staggers to a standing position. Just as it seems she’s found a stable vertical base he reels off a vicious Southern Comfort super kick that connects flush with the base of her jaw, turning out her lights long before her body falls perilously backwards, the back of her head bouncing off the cold floor. As she lies there motionless all that can be heard is the sound of Dirk Bentley scoffing.}
Dirk: Looks like my work here is done. Sure hope Devlin didn’t have any plans to book Ms. Jericho next week. Grimes, good luck staying focused on your match tonight. Bully, if you’re looking for me… well you’ll just have to wait until our stretcher match, cause I ain’t dumb enough to stick around these parts.
{Dirk scoops up his hat and whistles a happy tune as he exits the locker room and the scene slowly fades out.}
Dirk: Ah, one of my most crowning achievements.
{From the couch we hear a chuckle and then a sigh}
Dirk: What’s that about? You don’t agree?
Summer: You’re kidding right?
Dirk: About what? Why would I be kidding? The bitch finally got what she deserved and now I am in a match for the Number One Contender Ship against Corey Bull to face her boy toy Gavin Grimes. I don’t see how this could have worked out much better.
{Summer shakes her head}
Summer: Sometimes you truly are fucking CLUELESS! You’re going to be the laughing stock of NGW if you’re not already. You were wearing padded body armor. Do you know how much of a PUSSY that made you look like?
Dirk: I don’t care what it made me “look like”. What I care about is, that it got the job done. You were not around when Lizzy broke her ribs and she went off on everyone including slugging the EMT guy that was there trying to help her. I was, I know she will want her shot at me… But, at that moment, I was going to put her down no matter how it looked, and wasn’t taking any chances doing so. You may think it looked like a pussy… I call it game planning.
Summer: Really? Let’s see what Twitter thought of your “game planning” shall we…
Blair Kivisto: You really are the scum of the earth ain’t ya
Dirk: Just like I told her. I warned them all this was coming. And told her and the rest to leave me alone. Not a one of them listened until it was too late.
Blair Kivisto: Hope you can stick to your guns on that when most of the rosters new game is beating the shit out of you. #Bonding
Dirk: So, what? Let them try. I decimated their princess that they are too blind to see is actually the devil in disguise. Who’s next? Can we pick someone not retired?
Gray Malone: She didn’t deserve that. You know she didn’t.
Dirk: More sheep comments. People blinded by who they want her to be. She’s not even pretending to be a good girl and people still want to make her a saint.
Angelica Layne: I heard you had to attack her with armor on LOL
Dirk: I’ll say it AGAIN. It was about sending the message, more importantly… Making sure the message was received.
Angelica Layne: So you admit you HAD to use armor to take down Ashleigh, cause you couldn’t do it without it?
Dirk: I’m done with questions from a bitch that won’t even sign a NGW contract. One that fled to Australia to escape all the real talent. If she say the show like everyone else… She’d know what I did. Anyone else?
Summer: Gavin came out right away and said he was going to kill you and as you know when you called him on his priorities being the Title and then Ashleigh, he stated that he didn’t have to explain himself to a rapey psychopath. Do you remember what your response was? Because by the looks of it, that shut him up pretty quick.
Dirk: Didn’t I tell him that of being rapey was my intention, that Ashleigh Jericho would be having my kid since he wasn’t around to do shit about it?
Summer: Yep, that’s pretty much it. My point Dirk was… I along with others think that the armor made you look weak. I know you said you were not taking chances and that when she comes for revenge, you’re know you’re not going to have the armor. But, let’s hope… you really don’t need it. What do you say we get some sleep and you can address Corey in the morning?
Dirk: Sounds like a great idea to me. Let the fun begin.
{Scene fades as we hear Dirk cackling}
9:00AM Tuesday May 24th - Planet Fitness - Nashville, Tennessee
{Scene opens on a shot of the inside of Planet Fitness. As the camera pans around we see Dirk Bentley in the south east corner of the building wearing a pair of sweat pants, tennis shoes, and a white T-shirt. Punching the heavy bag repeatedly, dodging side to side, as he catches the camera crew out of the corner of his eye. Pausing for a second as he waives them over. As the camera crew gets closer we can begin to hear the smacks from the punches, and the thuds from the kicks, each time Dirk connects with the hanging bag. Dirk leans down and grabs a bottle of water from his feet, taking a sip before he begins to speak}
Dirk: Glad you guys could make it. Just getting some reps in, with the ole heavy bag here. You know… the normal things, practicing my striking, kicks, speed and accuracy. I figured I would practice on this dummy bag before I get to Vendetta in San Jose and get in the ring with the real life dumb ass. Some people think that I have lost my fucking mind. Who wouldn’t think that? After all, I did dissolve my partnership with Corey Bull in rapid fashion. I challenged him to a fight prior to our team match at Versus. I even called him “BULLY”. For those of you that do not know, that was Corey’s mothers name for her darling baby boy. Now, as mad as he got when I used that particular name… I will leave up to you guys to decide if it was just a childhood nickname or maybe a name she called him behind closed doors since we all know he had an absentee father.
{Dirk gives the cameraman a wink knowing full well what he just insinuated}
Dirk: Now Bully, I can still call you that after all we have been through right? Wait, who am I kidding? I don’t give a flying fuck what your opinion is on what I call you. This is not your show to run and it never has been. You see Bully… You have a lot of people around here scared of you and even intimidated of the legend and lure of Corey Bull “The Hatebringer” Fuck all of that nonsense. You’re just a man under a fucking mask. You’re not a dead man, you’re not a man with supernatural powers, you’re simply a man that likes to get in the heads of his opponents and TRY to win mind games before the real match ever begins. Why do you think that is Corey? I’ll tell you why… It’s because as big as you are… In that ring? You’re right… Your skills are limited. You said it best in our match versus The Genesis. If someone gets you down and takes out your legs… you are F-U-C-K-E-D…. FUCKED! Well guess what you oversize brain dead fucking “monster” that’s exactly what I am going to do. I’m not wearing any padding or excess baggage, nothing to slow me down. You see Corey the difference in what is going to happen between our match and what I did with Ashleigh Jericho should be obvious. But, since you’re a little slow I will spell it out for you.
Ashleigh when she gets injured is a caged animal. We witnessed that in Inferno. She becomes very cold and calculated and almost in another place while administering a beating to whomever is in arms reach. You on the other hand… You’re just a big, dumb, slow JACK ASS. Mind games before the match is your strong suit. If you can outlast the mind games before the match with you Bully… the rest, well that I am going to prove in San Jose is more than half the battle.
{Dirk leans down taking another sip of water, before beginning to work over the heavy bag once again}
Dirk: You ask if I’ve forgotten who you were? What you’re capable of? I’ve heard that the mind is one of the first things to go Corey. But, you are really stretching. Have you forgotten that while we have not had many encounters in the ring, that Corey and Dirk Bentley have crossed paths in feds for more than a decade? That’s a rhetorical question… no reason to answer that one, just in case you had to pause and scratch that thick noggin of yours. You seem to want to discuss everything about my personal life, from my past relationship and subsequent hospitalization over my heartbreak with Emma, my contemplation of retirement. You should really learn to not “poke the bear” Corey. Or how about this… “Let sleeping dogs lie”. But no, your pride won’t let you do that. You have to cling to some bullshit fame that you’re currently trying to ride on now. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. If I had retired Bully… It could have worked out so much better for you. You wouldn’t have to explain to your new band of misfits how you lost to the man that you said had “a snowballs chance in hell” at winning this match. While you keep practicing on your gel dummy that doesn’t strike back, I’ll keep improving my speed and quickness and prove to you that the bigger they are… the harder they fall.
{Dirk leans down grabbing the water bottle and taking another swig. Continuing to speak but this time in a much darker, low raspy tone.}
Dirk: You see Bully… You’re not the only one that can sound threatening. While you’re trying to scare me and make me cower from the big bad monster… I’m over here laughing at your parlor tricks. Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a haunted house and as far as you’re concerned… I AM THE FUCKING BOOGEY MAN!
But, I did like your touching sentimental peace to Ashleigh Jericho. It’s fitting that you blame ME for your sorry ass getting canned from that gig as well. Oswald fired your sorry ass, and that wasn’t good enough. So Ashleigh released you from said obligation. Everyone else but you can see that it was your own ineptness that got you dismissed. I was just the final nail in a coffin that was already being shut. Tell me Bully… Have you protected her from ANYTHING? Let’s see… Not against Gavin. In fact, I believe he walked right past your big dumb ass with her in tow and told you to step aside and like a good little BITCH you did. And then of course there was Vendetta in Portland. You weren’t there when she needed you MOST. Maybe Gavin might not have really ever hurt her so that was just a scenario that was a practice run for yours truly. I wanted to see how you would react when truly faced with a decision and adversity and you backed down from him. Nice protection CHUMP.
But back to Vendetta in Portland. I sent you and Gavin to the exact same location. Why? Because I knew you two egotistical bastards would stand there and argue no matter what the reasoning. So while you were standing there deciding who Devlin sent for. Dear Ashleigh was getting the living shit beat out of her and it was on YOUR WATCH. How does that make you feel Bull? To know that if either of you were even a tad less egotistical, just maybe… one of you would have made it back to help her. But, just as I planned… No such worries. Thank you for that. I will thank Gavin when I face him for the NGW Heavyweight Championship at the next Pay Per View.
{Leaning down and taking the bottle of water as he tips it up, finishing it. Returning to his normal speaking voice.}
Dirk: I’m having trouble wondering if you’re just so delusional that you actually believe your own hype, or you just like listening to yourself talk? You think that the stipulation if anyone interferes and you lose the match benefits me? Ah, I get it… Because your new Dirk wannabe Gray Malone has been telling everyone all week that he was going to get his hands on me as well. Here’s a secret for you Corey. After I am done beating your ass and surprising the world yet AGAIN… I doubt Gray is going to want any part of me.
The true reason that I didn’t want any interference on EITHER side is the same reasoning that the attack on Ashleigh happened. Tired of being underestimated and looked over. I’ll give you that Bull, I’m betting no one… Well maybe Summer thinks I can because she’s seen how diabolical I can be when the chips are down. But, no one else is betting that I have a chance in hell of winning this match. In case you haven’t figured this out yet Bully? That’s just how I like my odds. That way when at the end of the night and your big ass is being hauled back stage on a stretcher and the Angelz Of Destruction are all standing around watching with their mouths hanging open… I will be in the ring celebrating and looking forward to FINALLY shutting Gavin Grimes up for good and taking that NGW Heavyweight Championship. I’ll see you soon Bully. Get some rest, you’re going to need it.
{Scene fades as Dirk begins to cackle in a loud maniacal tone.}
6:00 PM Monday May 23rd – Nashville Tennessee – Home of Dirk Bentley
{Scene opens as we see Dirk Bentley kicked back in his lounge chair taking swigs of Jack Daniels directly from the bottle. Summer O’ Reilly sitting on the couch positioned to his right holding up the IPad and the television. As the scene focuses in on the TV we see the final scenes from the encounter between Dirk and Ashleigh…
[Dirk glances over as Ashleigh crawls to a bench and uses it to begin pulling herself to her feet. As she makes progress Dirk sighs and shakes his head before looking back into the camera.]
Dirk: Some people just don’t know when to die.
{He watches as she slowly regains her footing and staggers to a standing position. Just as it seems she’s found a stable vertical base he reels off a vicious Southern Comfort super kick that connects flush with the base of her jaw, turning out her lights long before her body falls perilously backwards, the back of her head bouncing off the cold floor. As she lies there motionless all that can be heard is the sound of Dirk Bentley scoffing.}
Dirk: Looks like my work here is done. Sure hope Devlin didn’t have any plans to book Ms. Jericho next week. Grimes, good luck staying focused on your match tonight. Bully, if you’re looking for me… well you’ll just have to wait until our stretcher match, cause I ain’t dumb enough to stick around these parts.
{Dirk scoops up his hat and whistles a happy tune as he exits the locker room and the scene slowly fades out.}
Dirk: Ah, one of my most crowning achievements.
{From the couch we hear a chuckle and then a sigh}
Dirk: What’s that about? You don’t agree?
Summer: You’re kidding right?
Dirk: About what? Why would I be kidding? The bitch finally got what she deserved and now I am in a match for the Number One Contender Ship against Corey Bull to face her boy toy Gavin Grimes. I don’t see how this could have worked out much better.
{Summer shakes her head}
Summer: Sometimes you truly are fucking CLUELESS! You’re going to be the laughing stock of NGW if you’re not already. You were wearing padded body armor. Do you know how much of a PUSSY that made you look like?
Dirk: I don’t care what it made me “look like”. What I care about is, that it got the job done. You were not around when Lizzy broke her ribs and she went off on everyone including slugging the EMT guy that was there trying to help her. I was, I know she will want her shot at me… But, at that moment, I was going to put her down no matter how it looked, and wasn’t taking any chances doing so. You may think it looked like a pussy… I call it game planning.
Summer: Really? Let’s see what Twitter thought of your “game planning” shall we…
Blair Kivisto: You really are the scum of the earth ain’t ya
Dirk: Just like I told her. I warned them all this was coming. And told her and the rest to leave me alone. Not a one of them listened until it was too late.
Blair Kivisto: Hope you can stick to your guns on that when most of the rosters new game is beating the shit out of you. #Bonding
Dirk: So, what? Let them try. I decimated their princess that they are too blind to see is actually the devil in disguise. Who’s next? Can we pick someone not retired?
Gray Malone: She didn’t deserve that. You know she didn’t.
Dirk: More sheep comments. People blinded by who they want her to be. She’s not even pretending to be a good girl and people still want to make her a saint.
Angelica Layne: I heard you had to attack her with armor on LOL
Dirk: I’ll say it AGAIN. It was about sending the message, more importantly… Making sure the message was received.
Angelica Layne: So you admit you HAD to use armor to take down Ashleigh, cause you couldn’t do it without it?
Dirk: I’m done with questions from a bitch that won’t even sign a NGW contract. One that fled to Australia to escape all the real talent. If she say the show like everyone else… She’d know what I did. Anyone else?
Summer: Gavin came out right away and said he was going to kill you and as you know when you called him on his priorities being the Title and then Ashleigh, he stated that he didn’t have to explain himself to a rapey psychopath. Do you remember what your response was? Because by the looks of it, that shut him up pretty quick.
Dirk: Didn’t I tell him that of being rapey was my intention, that Ashleigh Jericho would be having my kid since he wasn’t around to do shit about it?
Summer: Yep, that’s pretty much it. My point Dirk was… I along with others think that the armor made you look weak. I know you said you were not taking chances and that when she comes for revenge, you’re know you’re not going to have the armor. But, let’s hope… you really don’t need it. What do you say we get some sleep and you can address Corey in the morning?
Dirk: Sounds like a great idea to me. Let the fun begin.
{Scene fades as we hear Dirk cackling}
9:00AM Tuesday May 24th - Planet Fitness - Nashville, Tennessee
{Scene opens on a shot of the inside of Planet Fitness. As the camera pans around we see Dirk Bentley in the south east corner of the building wearing a pair of sweat pants, tennis shoes, and a white T-shirt. Punching the heavy bag repeatedly, dodging side to side, as he catches the camera crew out of the corner of his eye. Pausing for a second as he waives them over. As the camera crew gets closer we can begin to hear the smacks from the punches, and the thuds from the kicks, each time Dirk connects with the hanging bag. Dirk leans down and grabs a bottle of water from his feet, taking a sip before he begins to speak}
Dirk: Glad you guys could make it. Just getting some reps in, with the ole heavy bag here. You know… the normal things, practicing my striking, kicks, speed and accuracy. I figured I would practice on this dummy bag before I get to Vendetta in San Jose and get in the ring with the real life dumb ass. Some people think that I have lost my fucking mind. Who wouldn’t think that? After all, I did dissolve my partnership with Corey Bull in rapid fashion. I challenged him to a fight prior to our team match at Versus. I even called him “BULLY”. For those of you that do not know, that was Corey’s mothers name for her darling baby boy. Now, as mad as he got when I used that particular name… I will leave up to you guys to decide if it was just a childhood nickname or maybe a name she called him behind closed doors since we all know he had an absentee father.
{Dirk gives the cameraman a wink knowing full well what he just insinuated}
Dirk: Now Bully, I can still call you that after all we have been through right? Wait, who am I kidding? I don’t give a flying fuck what your opinion is on what I call you. This is not your show to run and it never has been. You see Bully… You have a lot of people around here scared of you and even intimidated of the legend and lure of Corey Bull “The Hatebringer” Fuck all of that nonsense. You’re just a man under a fucking mask. You’re not a dead man, you’re not a man with supernatural powers, you’re simply a man that likes to get in the heads of his opponents and TRY to win mind games before the real match ever begins. Why do you think that is Corey? I’ll tell you why… It’s because as big as you are… In that ring? You’re right… Your skills are limited. You said it best in our match versus The Genesis. If someone gets you down and takes out your legs… you are F-U-C-K-E-D…. FUCKED! Well guess what you oversize brain dead fucking “monster” that’s exactly what I am going to do. I’m not wearing any padding or excess baggage, nothing to slow me down. You see Corey the difference in what is going to happen between our match and what I did with Ashleigh Jericho should be obvious. But, since you’re a little slow I will spell it out for you.
Ashleigh when she gets injured is a caged animal. We witnessed that in Inferno. She becomes very cold and calculated and almost in another place while administering a beating to whomever is in arms reach. You on the other hand… You’re just a big, dumb, slow JACK ASS. Mind games before the match is your strong suit. If you can outlast the mind games before the match with you Bully… the rest, well that I am going to prove in San Jose is more than half the battle.
{Dirk leans down taking another sip of water, before beginning to work over the heavy bag once again}
Dirk: You ask if I’ve forgotten who you were? What you’re capable of? I’ve heard that the mind is one of the first things to go Corey. But, you are really stretching. Have you forgotten that while we have not had many encounters in the ring, that Corey and Dirk Bentley have crossed paths in feds for more than a decade? That’s a rhetorical question… no reason to answer that one, just in case you had to pause and scratch that thick noggin of yours. You seem to want to discuss everything about my personal life, from my past relationship and subsequent hospitalization over my heartbreak with Emma, my contemplation of retirement. You should really learn to not “poke the bear” Corey. Or how about this… “Let sleeping dogs lie”. But no, your pride won’t let you do that. You have to cling to some bullshit fame that you’re currently trying to ride on now. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. If I had retired Bully… It could have worked out so much better for you. You wouldn’t have to explain to your new band of misfits how you lost to the man that you said had “a snowballs chance in hell” at winning this match. While you keep practicing on your gel dummy that doesn’t strike back, I’ll keep improving my speed and quickness and prove to you that the bigger they are… the harder they fall.
{Dirk leans down grabbing the water bottle and taking another swig. Continuing to speak but this time in a much darker, low raspy tone.}
Dirk: You see Bully… You’re not the only one that can sound threatening. While you’re trying to scare me and make me cower from the big bad monster… I’m over here laughing at your parlor tricks. Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a haunted house and as far as you’re concerned… I AM THE FUCKING BOOGEY MAN!
But, I did like your touching sentimental peace to Ashleigh Jericho. It’s fitting that you blame ME for your sorry ass getting canned from that gig as well. Oswald fired your sorry ass, and that wasn’t good enough. So Ashleigh released you from said obligation. Everyone else but you can see that it was your own ineptness that got you dismissed. I was just the final nail in a coffin that was already being shut. Tell me Bully… Have you protected her from ANYTHING? Let’s see… Not against Gavin. In fact, I believe he walked right past your big dumb ass with her in tow and told you to step aside and like a good little BITCH you did. And then of course there was Vendetta in Portland. You weren’t there when she needed you MOST. Maybe Gavin might not have really ever hurt her so that was just a scenario that was a practice run for yours truly. I wanted to see how you would react when truly faced with a decision and adversity and you backed down from him. Nice protection CHUMP.
But back to Vendetta in Portland. I sent you and Gavin to the exact same location. Why? Because I knew you two egotistical bastards would stand there and argue no matter what the reasoning. So while you were standing there deciding who Devlin sent for. Dear Ashleigh was getting the living shit beat out of her and it was on YOUR WATCH. How does that make you feel Bull? To know that if either of you were even a tad less egotistical, just maybe… one of you would have made it back to help her. But, just as I planned… No such worries. Thank you for that. I will thank Gavin when I face him for the NGW Heavyweight Championship at the next Pay Per View.
{Leaning down and taking the bottle of water as he tips it up, finishing it. Returning to his normal speaking voice.}
Dirk: I’m having trouble wondering if you’re just so delusional that you actually believe your own hype, or you just like listening to yourself talk? You think that the stipulation if anyone interferes and you lose the match benefits me? Ah, I get it… Because your new Dirk wannabe Gray Malone has been telling everyone all week that he was going to get his hands on me as well. Here’s a secret for you Corey. After I am done beating your ass and surprising the world yet AGAIN… I doubt Gray is going to want any part of me.
The true reason that I didn’t want any interference on EITHER side is the same reasoning that the attack on Ashleigh happened. Tired of being underestimated and looked over. I’ll give you that Bull, I’m betting no one… Well maybe Summer thinks I can because she’s seen how diabolical I can be when the chips are down. But, no one else is betting that I have a chance in hell of winning this match. In case you haven’t figured this out yet Bully? That’s just how I like my odds. That way when at the end of the night and your big ass is being hauled back stage on a stretcher and the Angelz Of Destruction are all standing around watching with their mouths hanging open… I will be in the ring celebrating and looking forward to FINALLY shutting Gavin Grimes up for good and taking that NGW Heavyweight Championship. I’ll see you soon Bully. Get some rest, you’re going to need it.
{Scene fades as Dirk begins to cackle in a loud maniacal tone.}