Post by Dirk Bentley on Jun 14, 2016 15:23:02 GMT -5
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Saturday June 4th 10:30PM San Jose, California SAP Center
{Scene opens in a back stage area immediately following Dirk Bentley’s match with Corey Bull. We see Summer O’Reilly frantically running through the halls until she gets to Dirk’s dressing room, where she swings the door open and sees the cowboy sprawled out on the floor, lying flat on his back, clutching his ribs, breathing very shallow, and wincing in extreme pain. Summer kneels by his side.}
Summer: Dirk, are you okay?
{Dirk begins to speak in a low voice barely above a whisper.}
Dirk: I will be. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath.
Summer: Are you sure? That was a hell of a fight out there tonight and that beating you both took looked like it could have done some permanent damage. I'm think we should call an ambulance.
Dirk: No, just help me sit up and catch my breath.
{Summer takes Dirk’s hand and gently pulls him to a sitting up position as Dirk sucks in a big gasp of air sharply while winching and writhing in pain.}
Summer: That’s it… I’m calling the ambulance. This is crazy.
Dirk: I am not being taken out of here in some fucking ambulance and letting that sorry son of a bitch have the satisfaction of knowing that despite losing the match, he caused me so much pain and trouble.
Summer: You’re going the hospital one way or the other. And if I can’t help you get to your feet and we walk out of here, then I am calling the ambulance.
Dirk: Okay, help me to my feet and I’ll let you take me to get checked out. But, only so you’ll stop nagging me.
{Summer rolls her eyes before leaning down, Dirk taking his arm and placing it around her neck as she helps him to his feet in a sudden motion while he lets out blood curdling scream.}
Summer: Yeah, you sound like you’re fine. Let’s go.
Dirk: Okay, but take it easy around the corners will ya. I know how you like to get paybacks on me when you can.
Summer: There’s a time and place for everything. This is not that time and place.
{Scene fades as they make their way gingerly from the arena.}
Sunday June 5th 3:00AM San Jose, California Regional Medical Center
{Scene reopens as we see Dirk trying to get some rest in a hospital bed that looks about as comfortable as cot at a homeless shelter. Summer is sitting in a chair, slumped over him with her head on his chest as the doctor walks in.}
Dr: Mr. Bentley, sorry about the long wait. But, we wanted to ensure with the x-rays that there was not any significant internal damage. We have confirmed that while nothing appears to be broken, there definitely is some massive bruising, and could be some hairline fractures. Both are what is causing your labored breathing and intense pain.
Dirk: That means I can still wrestle right?
Dr: Technically, yes… You can still wrestle and do everyday activities. It’s going to have a lot to do with how much pain you can withstand. When were you thinking of competing again?
Dirk: I have a match in two weeks.
Dr: From a medical stand point you are clear. Psychologically… I don’t think I would want to endure that pain that you’re going to feel. What I can do to help with that is give you some pain killers to ease the pain, but you’re still going to feel it.
{Summer and Dirk look at each other after the Dr. mentions pain killers and they both shake their heads.}
Dirk: I’ll pass on the pain killers Doc. My last experience didn’t go so well with them I think I’ll take care of the pain my way… with a little him from my friends Jack Daniels and Jim Beam.
Dr: Okay, Mr. Bentley… Then I wish you good luck and you are free to leave.
{Scene fades as Summer helps Dirk off the bed, and gingerly down the hall.}
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Tuesday June 7th 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Summer and Dirk sitting at the dining room table. Dirk sipping on a cup of coffee, Summer enjoying a glass of orange juice and some toast, while surfing on her Ipad}
Summer: How are you feeling?
Dirk: Getting better day by day.
Summer: We need to talk…
Dirk: About what?
Summer: About our past, the stuff Corey drug up. You don’t think we have to address that?
Dirk: I thought we did. That was a long time ago. You made your choices and I made mine. You said you understood where this… where we were at. What has changed?
Summer: Everything has changed. The whole world knows now that we are married and I am looking like a bumbling fool standing beside a man that is out chasing women as if he’s single. I didn’t mind playing the part so much when only I knew and felt ashamed. But now I am the laughing stock of the company and it’s all public knowledge. Something has to change.
Dirk: So, you’re saying that because of a choice you made years ago to go back to Boston and not return and just disappear overnight. Left me wondering where you were and if you were ever coming back? Now, that we’ve both moved on past that and some asshole points out that we are “married” because a piece of fucking paper says so, that shit has to change? What do you want me to do? Go down to the courthouse with you and file for a divorce?
Summer: Is that what you want to do? Are you really that unhappy with me after all these years that you cannot see that I have tried to come back and make up for the mistake that I made?
Dirk: I don’t know what I want. It’s not like I or we actually planned for this scenario to develop and become public knowledge. I thought we had a good thing going and an understanding. This couldn’t be happening at a worse fucking time. Facing Khonda this week and then the NGW Champion at the Pay Per View and now this. I cannot catch a break.
Summer: I know you didn’t plan for this and I’m sorry. But, neither did I. I just do not want to look like a fool when I am trying to do my best to show you that I am still in love with you and everyone sees it but you.
{She pauses, not meaning to have said that just then. Glances at Dirk and then away again quickly.}
Dirk: What?
Summer: Never mind. I know you have a lot on your plate Dirk. Just like always I will be here for YOU. Here’s my offer… what you do with it, well that is your choice. Just to prove to the world that I definitely am not a gold digger… I am going to continue this arrangement with you until the Pay Per View. Whether you win or lose at the Pay Per View… immediately after, you let me know what you want. If it’s me, great we’re already there. If it’s not… We get a divorce and I’m gone. It’s all up to you. But I want to be with you whether you win or lose that match. Got it?
Dirk: Yeah, I think so.
Summer: Good, so how about I record you on this Ipad, you discuss your next opponent now and give me your answer win, lose or draw after the Pay Per View?
Dirk: Ok you got it. Now down to the business at hand…
{Dirk takes a sip of the his coffee before continuing}
Dirk: I must’ve really pissed the head honcho off by taking out his prize pony. First it was the big bad monster that got laid to rest, just like I said he would. Now, it’s the 6’ 3” allegedly weighing in at 395 lb. man from Japan. Bullshit Khonda, you ain’t gotta lie son. Ain’t no one here give a rats ass that your tights wearing ass is pushing 495 lbs. You probably haven’t been 395 lbs. since your sophomore year in high school. But, hey man it’s your story, you tell it any way you want to. The fact of the matter is this. Will you ever be an underdog due to your size? Probably not. Will you be an underdog because you appear to have the mental capacity of a flea? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY! Get used to it big man. The only shot you have in this match is if I let you catch me. And that is not going to happen. You see Khonda. I just stepped into the ring with a “monster” One about the same height, not as heavy… which gave him an advantage that you simply do not have. While you both possess power, he was smart and had speed. Something that I will openly tell you that I am going to exploit until I can catch you with my Southern Comfort (Super Kick) and turn your lights out. Speaking of not being too smart, I did see your promo and well it was let’s say entertaining.
{Takes a slow deep breath before continuing to speak}
Dirk: First of all… Did you really think that calling me Dirkly, a name that Emma Dylan gave me was going to upset me? Or maybe trigger some irrational response and give you some sort of advantage? {Shakes his head} Maybe you should be fighting Corey Bull. He’s the one that if you call Bully and insult his mother he tends to get emotionally invested and does stupid shit like throwing caution to the wind. Me on the other hand I just like to sit back and laugh and wonder to myself “Is he really this dumb? Or is he attempting a very weak mind game?” I’m hoping for your sake that it’s the latter of the two.
Then you bring up our dear friend Ashleigh Jericho. Ah, what fond memories I have of laying waste to young Ashleigh. I see on twitter that she is now finally being able to take photos without the bruising being so visible. I guess we all celebrate victories when we can as small as they may be. So, you’re going to come in and be her knight in shining armor and defend her honor against the big bad cowboy? {Shrugs} I have to be honest with you big man… It didn’t fair to well for the last guy that tried to do just that. But, by all means, don’t take my word for it. After all, you can clearly see… He did quite a number on me. Bad thing for you is I have two weeks to get my mobility back, nothing against you personally… But, I’ve seen your type and I’m not going to need to be at one hundred percent to beat you.
{We hear Summer snicker}
Dirk: I’m trying to give you at least some credit for being smart here Khonda but, due to your own promo you’re making that task challenging to say the least. Another example…. You mentioned that I “could not finish the job” on Ashleigh and that she would surely come looking for me and want revenge. {Scratches and then tilts his head as he looks at Summer holding the Ipad} Were you serious with that shit? Maybe beatings don’t translate well from country to country but, let me reiterate for you what the rest of the world saw… Ashleigh Jericho was at MY mercy. I could’ve ended her in that locker room. She was fucking done! Got it? The reason why she is around to heal and have a wrestling career is because the intent was not to end her career it was to send a message. That message has been accomplished. Will she come after me and seek revenge? I hope so otherwise I would be drastically disappointed. But, will Corey Bull or yourself be the ones successfully defending her honor against me? Not a FUCKING SHOT!
You want to fault me for not pulling the trigger and ending the career of Ashleigh Jericho. You also state that when you’re in the ring you’re not satisfied until the opponent is beaten, broken, battered and bloodied and that if you were in my position that she would never have wrestled again. Well here you go boy scout. You get your fifteen minutes of fame to right the wrongs that I did your precious Ashleigh. What are you going to do with them? My guess is absolutely nothing and piss them away. Because I guarantee that if by some fluke you did manage to beat me? All that bullshit that you spewed about making sure I’d never wrestle again… would be proven as I drug my ass to the ring to face Gavin Grimes at the Pay Per View for the richest prize in this company. So, keep believing your own hype Khonda. Your chance to prove me wrong is coming soon.
You continue to say that I attack people from behind when in actuality I attacked her face on. I faced Corey Bull and beat him face on in one of the most dangerous matches that there is. And soon I will defeat you and you will be nothing more than a footnote, an asterisk, a stepping stone in my path to the NGW Unified Title. That’s all this match is Khonda… It’s a filler match. They didn’t want me to have the week off. They knew that you were friends with Ashleigh and Gavin so Devlin Scott thought he would try and screw me over again. But, even in his feeble little mind, he knew once I defeated Corey… the next stop was Gavin Grimes for the Heavyweight Championship. I sincerely hope you enjoyed your time with your paid companion. Come Vendetta… it’s going to be anything but a fun filled night for you my friend. See you soon.
{Scene fades to black}
Saturday June 4th 10:30PM San Jose, California SAP Center
{Scene opens in a back stage area immediately following Dirk Bentley’s match with Corey Bull. We see Summer O’Reilly frantically running through the halls until she gets to Dirk’s dressing room, where she swings the door open and sees the cowboy sprawled out on the floor, lying flat on his back, clutching his ribs, breathing very shallow, and wincing in extreme pain. Summer kneels by his side.}
Summer: Dirk, are you okay?
{Dirk begins to speak in a low voice barely above a whisper.}
Dirk: I will be. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath.
Summer: Are you sure? That was a hell of a fight out there tonight and that beating you both took looked like it could have done some permanent damage. I'm think we should call an ambulance.
Dirk: No, just help me sit up and catch my breath.
{Summer takes Dirk’s hand and gently pulls him to a sitting up position as Dirk sucks in a big gasp of air sharply while winching and writhing in pain.}
Summer: That’s it… I’m calling the ambulance. This is crazy.
Dirk: I am not being taken out of here in some fucking ambulance and letting that sorry son of a bitch have the satisfaction of knowing that despite losing the match, he caused me so much pain and trouble.
Summer: You’re going the hospital one way or the other. And if I can’t help you get to your feet and we walk out of here, then I am calling the ambulance.
Dirk: Okay, help me to my feet and I’ll let you take me to get checked out. But, only so you’ll stop nagging me.
{Summer rolls her eyes before leaning down, Dirk taking his arm and placing it around her neck as she helps him to his feet in a sudden motion while he lets out blood curdling scream.}
Summer: Yeah, you sound like you’re fine. Let’s go.
Dirk: Okay, but take it easy around the corners will ya. I know how you like to get paybacks on me when you can.
Summer: There’s a time and place for everything. This is not that time and place.
{Scene fades as they make their way gingerly from the arena.}
Sunday June 5th 3:00AM San Jose, California Regional Medical Center
{Scene reopens as we see Dirk trying to get some rest in a hospital bed that looks about as comfortable as cot at a homeless shelter. Summer is sitting in a chair, slumped over him with her head on his chest as the doctor walks in.}
Dr: Mr. Bentley, sorry about the long wait. But, we wanted to ensure with the x-rays that there was not any significant internal damage. We have confirmed that while nothing appears to be broken, there definitely is some massive bruising, and could be some hairline fractures. Both are what is causing your labored breathing and intense pain.
Dirk: That means I can still wrestle right?
Dr: Technically, yes… You can still wrestle and do everyday activities. It’s going to have a lot to do with how much pain you can withstand. When were you thinking of competing again?
Dirk: I have a match in two weeks.
Dr: From a medical stand point you are clear. Psychologically… I don’t think I would want to endure that pain that you’re going to feel. What I can do to help with that is give you some pain killers to ease the pain, but you’re still going to feel it.
{Summer and Dirk look at each other after the Dr. mentions pain killers and they both shake their heads.}
Dirk: I’ll pass on the pain killers Doc. My last experience didn’t go so well with them I think I’ll take care of the pain my way… with a little him from my friends Jack Daniels and Jim Beam.
Dr: Okay, Mr. Bentley… Then I wish you good luck and you are free to leave.
{Scene fades as Summer helps Dirk off the bed, and gingerly down the hall.}
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Tuesday June 7th 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Summer and Dirk sitting at the dining room table. Dirk sipping on a cup of coffee, Summer enjoying a glass of orange juice and some toast, while surfing on her Ipad}
Summer: How are you feeling?
Dirk: Getting better day by day.
Summer: We need to talk…
Dirk: About what?
Summer: About our past, the stuff Corey drug up. You don’t think we have to address that?
Dirk: I thought we did. That was a long time ago. You made your choices and I made mine. You said you understood where this… where we were at. What has changed?
Summer: Everything has changed. The whole world knows now that we are married and I am looking like a bumbling fool standing beside a man that is out chasing women as if he’s single. I didn’t mind playing the part so much when only I knew and felt ashamed. But now I am the laughing stock of the company and it’s all public knowledge. Something has to change.
Dirk: So, you’re saying that because of a choice you made years ago to go back to Boston and not return and just disappear overnight. Left me wondering where you were and if you were ever coming back? Now, that we’ve both moved on past that and some asshole points out that we are “married” because a piece of fucking paper says so, that shit has to change? What do you want me to do? Go down to the courthouse with you and file for a divorce?
Summer: Is that what you want to do? Are you really that unhappy with me after all these years that you cannot see that I have tried to come back and make up for the mistake that I made?
Dirk: I don’t know what I want. It’s not like I or we actually planned for this scenario to develop and become public knowledge. I thought we had a good thing going and an understanding. This couldn’t be happening at a worse fucking time. Facing Khonda this week and then the NGW Champion at the Pay Per View and now this. I cannot catch a break.
Summer: I know you didn’t plan for this and I’m sorry. But, neither did I. I just do not want to look like a fool when I am trying to do my best to show you that I am still in love with you and everyone sees it but you.
{She pauses, not meaning to have said that just then. Glances at Dirk and then away again quickly.}
Dirk: What?
Summer: Never mind. I know you have a lot on your plate Dirk. Just like always I will be here for YOU. Here’s my offer… what you do with it, well that is your choice. Just to prove to the world that I definitely am not a gold digger… I am going to continue this arrangement with you until the Pay Per View. Whether you win or lose at the Pay Per View… immediately after, you let me know what you want. If it’s me, great we’re already there. If it’s not… We get a divorce and I’m gone. It’s all up to you. But I want to be with you whether you win or lose that match. Got it?
Dirk: Yeah, I think so.
Summer: Good, so how about I record you on this Ipad, you discuss your next opponent now and give me your answer win, lose or draw after the Pay Per View?
Dirk: Ok you got it. Now down to the business at hand…
{Dirk takes a sip of the his coffee before continuing}
Dirk: I must’ve really pissed the head honcho off by taking out his prize pony. First it was the big bad monster that got laid to rest, just like I said he would. Now, it’s the 6’ 3” allegedly weighing in at 395 lb. man from Japan. Bullshit Khonda, you ain’t gotta lie son. Ain’t no one here give a rats ass that your tights wearing ass is pushing 495 lbs. You probably haven’t been 395 lbs. since your sophomore year in high school. But, hey man it’s your story, you tell it any way you want to. The fact of the matter is this. Will you ever be an underdog due to your size? Probably not. Will you be an underdog because you appear to have the mental capacity of a flea? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY! Get used to it big man. The only shot you have in this match is if I let you catch me. And that is not going to happen. You see Khonda. I just stepped into the ring with a “monster” One about the same height, not as heavy… which gave him an advantage that you simply do not have. While you both possess power, he was smart and had speed. Something that I will openly tell you that I am going to exploit until I can catch you with my Southern Comfort (Super Kick) and turn your lights out. Speaking of not being too smart, I did see your promo and well it was let’s say entertaining.
{Takes a slow deep breath before continuing to speak}
Dirk: First of all… Did you really think that calling me Dirkly, a name that Emma Dylan gave me was going to upset me? Or maybe trigger some irrational response and give you some sort of advantage? {Shakes his head} Maybe you should be fighting Corey Bull. He’s the one that if you call Bully and insult his mother he tends to get emotionally invested and does stupid shit like throwing caution to the wind. Me on the other hand I just like to sit back and laugh and wonder to myself “Is he really this dumb? Or is he attempting a very weak mind game?” I’m hoping for your sake that it’s the latter of the two.
Then you bring up our dear friend Ashleigh Jericho. Ah, what fond memories I have of laying waste to young Ashleigh. I see on twitter that she is now finally being able to take photos without the bruising being so visible. I guess we all celebrate victories when we can as small as they may be. So, you’re going to come in and be her knight in shining armor and defend her honor against the big bad cowboy? {Shrugs} I have to be honest with you big man… It didn’t fair to well for the last guy that tried to do just that. But, by all means, don’t take my word for it. After all, you can clearly see… He did quite a number on me. Bad thing for you is I have two weeks to get my mobility back, nothing against you personally… But, I’ve seen your type and I’m not going to need to be at one hundred percent to beat you.
{We hear Summer snicker}
Dirk: I’m trying to give you at least some credit for being smart here Khonda but, due to your own promo you’re making that task challenging to say the least. Another example…. You mentioned that I “could not finish the job” on Ashleigh and that she would surely come looking for me and want revenge. {Scratches and then tilts his head as he looks at Summer holding the Ipad} Were you serious with that shit? Maybe beatings don’t translate well from country to country but, let me reiterate for you what the rest of the world saw… Ashleigh Jericho was at MY mercy. I could’ve ended her in that locker room. She was fucking done! Got it? The reason why she is around to heal and have a wrestling career is because the intent was not to end her career it was to send a message. That message has been accomplished. Will she come after me and seek revenge? I hope so otherwise I would be drastically disappointed. But, will Corey Bull or yourself be the ones successfully defending her honor against me? Not a FUCKING SHOT!
You want to fault me for not pulling the trigger and ending the career of Ashleigh Jericho. You also state that when you’re in the ring you’re not satisfied until the opponent is beaten, broken, battered and bloodied and that if you were in my position that she would never have wrestled again. Well here you go boy scout. You get your fifteen minutes of fame to right the wrongs that I did your precious Ashleigh. What are you going to do with them? My guess is absolutely nothing and piss them away. Because I guarantee that if by some fluke you did manage to beat me? All that bullshit that you spewed about making sure I’d never wrestle again… would be proven as I drug my ass to the ring to face Gavin Grimes at the Pay Per View for the richest prize in this company. So, keep believing your own hype Khonda. Your chance to prove me wrong is coming soon.
You continue to say that I attack people from behind when in actuality I attacked her face on. I faced Corey Bull and beat him face on in one of the most dangerous matches that there is. And soon I will defeat you and you will be nothing more than a footnote, an asterisk, a stepping stone in my path to the NGW Unified Title. That’s all this match is Khonda… It’s a filler match. They didn’t want me to have the week off. They knew that you were friends with Ashleigh and Gavin so Devlin Scott thought he would try and screw me over again. But, even in his feeble little mind, he knew once I defeated Corey… the next stop was Gavin Grimes for the Heavyweight Championship. I sincerely hope you enjoyed your time with your paid companion. Come Vendetta… it’s going to be anything but a fun filled night for you my friend. See you soon.
{Scene fades to black}