Post by Dirk Bentley on Jun 23, 2016 23:33:03 GMT -5
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Wednesday June 22nd 3:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Residence of Dirk Bentley
**Scene opens as we see Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley sitting at a upscale restaurant. Both enjoying some wine to go with their Filet Mignon steak dinner. A beautiful lady in a low cut dress walks by and catches Dirk’s eye, he smirks and then looks back at Summer as she shakes her head.
Summer: I’d be lying if I said this hasn’t been a fun ride Dirk. It’s a shame that it has to end though.
Dirk : What are you talking about? I haven’t made any decisions on my future as it pertains to you.
Summer: Maybe not verbally. But, you know what you do not want to do. I can’t blame you. What did I really think was going to happen? Seriously… You are a woman chasing, whiskey drinking, hell raising, ass kicker and if hadn’t have been for Corey Bull? I would’ve let you continue being that same guy. For that, I am sorry.
Dirk: Don’t be silly. Let’s not cross that bridge until an actual decision is made.
Summer: Dirk, can we not kid ourselves? We’ve known each other far too long. Just sitting here in this exquisite place, I saw that blonde with the DD’s catch your eye and you smirked at her. I’m sitting right here across from you. Again, I don’t fault you for that… that’s who you are. But, due to Corey being the asshole that he is… I just can’t be the laughing stock of the entire fed and if you ever truly cared for me… you would understand and would not want me to be.
Dirk: I would never want you to be the laughing stock of anything. In fact, I would kick some teeth down some peoples fucking throats if they did so in front of me. But, this is going to be new for me and I won’t lie to you. Either way I choose will be a different path. I’ve always had you in the back of mind as someone I could call no matter what when the chips were down. If I choose to let you go? I lose that. If we stay together and we try to make this work after all this time? That’s going to take some work. Is there an easy answer?
Summer: You know what I want. So for me? Yes. You? Apparently not and to be honest that pisses me off that you’d consider throwing this all away and not giving me another chance.
Dirk: I haven’t said I wouldn’t give you another chance now calm down. I just said I need to think about it. You told me that I had until after the Pay Per View to decide.
Summer: Duh Dirk! That’s because it was a nice gesture. I thought you’d come to your senses. But, apparently as always… I thought wrong. You’re right Dirk. You do have until the end of the Pay Per View to decide. That is if I’m still there waiting.
{Summer gets up and runs from the table out the front door of the restaurant as Dirk attempts to chase after her. Summer reaching the front door of the restaurant, noticing that the it’s pouring rain, to pissed off to give a fuck as she darts out the door to cross the street. Suddenly horns are going off and brakes are squealing as we hear a sick thud as Dirk reaches the doorway just in time to see Summer’s body getting propelled into the air from an oncoming truck. Standing there in shock Dirk placing his hands against his face as he lets out a blood curdling scream “NOOOOOOO!!!” Walking over and leaning down looking at her lifeless body lying in the middle of the street. blood leaking from her nose and mouth, Dirk takes his hand and slides it under her head as he pulls her up to his chest while sobbing uncontrollably. **}
{Suddenly Dirk sits straight up in his bed clinching his heart as tears run down his face, breaking out in a cold sweat, heart racing. Taking a few moments to gather his thoughts as he looks around, reaching for his cell phone and dials Summer’s number}
Summer: {Sounding groggily and half asleep} Hello?
Dirk: {Breathing sounds}
Summer: {Looking down at her phone and seeing Dirk’s name} Dirk? You okay?
Dirk: {Voice still crackly with labored breathing} Yeah, I’m fine. I… {Takes a deep breath and sighs loudly} I just needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry. I will let you get back to bed. I’m really sorry Summer.
Summer: it’s okay really. I just want to make sure you’re alright. You don’t sound like yourself at all and to be honest, you’re scaring me. I’m going to come over and see you if that’s okay.
Dirk: Okay, that would be… {Dirk jumps as he’s startled by the thunder and flash of lightning from outside, as he remembers the final moments of his nightmare} No, you wait there. I will come get you.
Summer: Okay, but be careful… It’s storming out.
Dirk I’m well aware of that. See you in about fifteen minutes.
{Scene fades as Dirk climbs from bed and begins to get dressed}
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Wednesday June 22nd 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens on a shot of Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley sitting at his kitchen table. Summer browsing through her Ipad as Dirk sips on a cup of coffee while deep in thought. Summer looks up and smiles at Dirk. Dirk’s facial expression doesn’t change. After a few moments Dirk notices Summer smiling and smiles back. Summer lays the Ipad on the table and takes a sip of her coffee before speaking.}
Summer: Everything okay? You seem so distracted and on edge lately.
Dirk: Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just had a lot on my mind as of late and want to do right by everyone concerned.
Summer: If you’re talking about the big match with Gavin? This match has been a long time coming and I totally understand the concentration level it must take to prepare for this match. If you’re talking about US or me rather? Than don’t focus so much on that… Like I said, I want your focus to be on your match with Gavin. NO REGRETS remember? I’m sure you’ll do what’s best for you as far as we’re concerned.
Dirk: That’s just it. You’re so understanding. I don’t want to do what’s best for ME. I want to do what’s best for US!
Summer: And, I’m sure that you will. But, you should not be concerning yourself with that now. You should be focusing on your match. One thing at a time Dirk.
Dirk: As always you’re right. Focus on one thing at a time. Right now it’s the match at hand and the NGW Heavyweight Championship. But, soon… maybe even sooner than you think the focus shifts to what to do about US.
Summer: {Snickers} Deal! But for now, let’s see what if anything NGW’s “face that runs place” has had to say.
{Summer and Dirk begin to watch the promo, chuckling and smirking at times as they look at each other, before all out laughter ensues. Summer stops the promo, as Dirk gets ready to cut one of his own while Summer records}
Dirk: {Golf Claps} Congratulations on the history lesson Gavin. I am so thrilled {Rolls eyes} that you grew up in Las Vegas and this is where you trained. So, you say you “were a green student with a bad attitude” was that in past tense? From where I am sitting I am still seeing some smug arrogant little prick that is waiting to be knocked from his perch and brought back to reality. I do give credit where credit is due though Gavin. While I think your attitude and thinking that your shit doesn’t stink hasn’t changed. You are definitely not “green”. You have legitimately became the face that runs the place since Dead Eye’s unfortunate mishap. Doesn’t it make you wonder though… If Dead Eye never took that misjudged leap of faith? Where in the fuck would your pencil necked ass be? {Shrugs} You could be in the same place you are now. I guess we will never know. But, honestly that is neither here nor there. I am truly happy that we are back where it all began. I couldn’t ask for a more appropriate place to bring your champagne dreams and celebration crashing back to the now and present reality!
{Dirk takes another sip of his coffee as he leans back, takes a deep breath and focuses back in on Summer holding her Ipad recording him}
Dirk: Since you’re on a roll with being right with your statements. Let’s continue that streak. How very observant of you to notice that we are facing off in NGW. Yes, I did say I would not travel to a second rate fed to face you and if you were so hell bent on wanting to kick my ass, then you could bring your sorry ass over to Inferno Wrestling. But, in typical Gavin Grimes fashioned, your bike was much worse than your bite back then and you just stood on the porch and ran your mouth like a kid being protected by his parents. So, I decided to come to your backyard knowing full well that this day would inevitably arrive. As far as the second rate fed comment… that was another error in judgement by yours truly. That was me talking out my ass and saying whatever I could think of that would cause you to grow a set. Obviously, that didn’t work. But, I’ve already made it clear that NGW in my opinion is a stand up fed and that the trash talk previously was just that…. TRASH TALK!
{Dirk leans in and hunches over the table as he glares into the camera, beginning to speak in a low dark tone}
Dirk: Since you decided to bring her up, let’s discuss that cunt you call a fiancé. How is Ashleigh doing these days? Are you still pampering her and apologizing for not being in that room when she needed you the most? The moment when I truly could have ended her fucking career if I wanted to Gavin? {Cackles sadistically} While you were off arguing with the great protector Corey Bull, I was in her dressing room beating the fuck out of her. Making her pay for her sins that no one else sees. Letting her feel just a taste of the pain that she’s caused others at the drop of a hat and not lost one moments of sleep over, all in the name of business. What’s the matter Gavin? It’s not business when it happens to someone you care about? Someone you love? The feeling that I had when I knew that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to her. I believe it was on Twitter that you called my behavior “Rapey?” {We hear Summer chuckle behind the camera} I guess it’s a damn good thing for you that with my hand on her throat, feeling her heartbeat beneath my palm, as her airway closed and opened rapidly, that I am not some pervert that you painted me out to be. Otherwise… any bundle of joy that you could have been expecting in the near future might as well had come out wearing a child size black cowboy hat. {Cackles loudly} Since everyone knows including her, that’s the only way she’s ever getting knocked up, is to get fucked by a real man, and not some pretender that’s more worried about defending his Title than protecting his “fiancé” but, eh, that’s your gimmick and that’s one thing you have down to a “T”.
{Taking a deep breath, Dirk walks over to the window and looks out at the dark and gloom, as the rain continues to pour down}
Dirk: FUCK! Looks like some shit straight out of an Adam Majors promo. {Summer chuckles again, this time a little louder than before, as Dirk winks to the camera for anyone that’s ever been subjected to a promo by Adam “Ursa” Majors} Looking out at this gloom it reminds me of another individual hear in NGW that Gavin made mention of… Corey Bull. The man that told that world that he was going to seek revenge and destroy me, avenging the wrong that I did to Ashleigh Jericho. {Continues to stare out the window as he takes another long, deep breath and then sighing} Spoiler alert… Read the marquee sign outside the “UNLV Thomas & Mack Center” in Las Vegas. I assure you Corey Bull’s name is nowhere on the docket, let alone near the main event. No, that spot is reserved for people that WIN the fucking match and not make fifty fucking excuses about it after the fact and then go around with their band of misfits attacking everyone to an attempt to stay relevant. So, I guess you’re right about that as well Gavin… Beating Corey Bull does not make me special, but you are wrong when you said it didn’t do anything for my career. You see Gavin, beating that psychopathic fuck and causing him to go full retard after the fact… Helped me EARN the one fucking match that I have wanted since I have walked through the doors of NGW. How sweet it is to know that not only do I FINALLY have the chance to shut you up. But, to do it and take the richest prize in the land while doing it.
{Turning away from the window to face Summer, he notices her smiling again at him while he continues.}
Dirk: God damn… you truly are beautiful, just in case I haven’t told you that in awhile. {Pausing for a moment as he moves closer to her} Is that blush that I see?
Summer: {Speaking from behind the Ipad camera} Would you just continue what we are here to do and stop embarrassing me? We will talk about that later. Maybe I’ll remind you how good you used to have it whenever you wanted it?
Dirk: {Blushes before getting a shocked look on his face and then smirking as he continues} Speaking of getting lucky… Gavin just when I think you’re going to be the one guy that says some original shit and gives me some kind of challenge, you know… different than the norm. You go and revert to the same lame ass shit everyone else wants to talk about. Dirk Bentley is a skirt chaser. Blah, Blah, Blah. When he can’t get with a chick… She’s a whore. Blah, Blah, Blah. The one that you’re referring too dated another man for weeks and kept hidden while she kept stating that she just wanted to be friends. And while that didn’t make her a whore I agree… I never did come out and label her as such. I simply asked… what was I supposed to do… take a number like I was at a deli at Wal-Mart? I get it… the implication was there. Fact of the matter is this Gavin. I have wished Emma and Devlin well in their life together. She made her choice and life goes on. As for me chasing women and not being able to land the one I want? {Glancing at Summer as he gives her a wink} Don’t you worry about the Cowboy at all in that department son… I’ll be just fine.
{Walking over and taking a seat at the table once again as he gazes into the camera}
Dirk: The differences between us are becoming glaringly easy to see. Not just in the way that you paint those rosy pictures in your mind. You are content with labeling everyone that you’ve ever beaten in the company like a badge of honor. WOW! Congratulations… you’ve beat some stiff competition and you’ve taken on all challengers, well except for one. YES, that was sarcasm, you are a sorry ass excuse for a man. That’s your fucking job. YOU’RE the CHAMP… well at least for now. Meanwhile, I have been content to remain in the shadows. Quietly waiting for just the right time to make my move. While you’re off trying to play the good role and be the savior, and then switching gears and deciding that it’s easier to say… Fuck everyone and that you’re tired of carrying the fed and everyone in it on your back. I’ve remained constant. Sure, I tried to play nice to appease the masses to a degree. But, I have never waivered from being the same man that I’ve always been, good bad or indifferent. So, by all means, keep listing all the people that you’ve beaten along the way like the Mark Storm’s, BronxV’s, and the Kenzie Rydell’s. The only name that I’m currently looking to add to the names I’ve beaten is yours… GAVIN GRIMES.
{Stands up, walks over and gets some more coffee, pouring more for Summer and himself before sitting in the seat next to Summer instead of the one across the table}
Dirk: Soon enough Gavin, you and I will step into that ring for what is currently YOUR NGW Unified Title. I honestly want you to cherish that thought. While you’re standing around name dropping, talking about how great of a power couple Ashleigh and yourself are… and how there is a reason that you are the Unified Champ and that she’s the Five Lakes Champion. You’re absolutely correct… that reason is because you’re too much of a fucking twat to face her in the ring for the right to wear the main gold. Oh, wait… I forgot, you “respect” each other too much to allow a Title to be a reason for you two to fight. {Makes a jerking off motion as Summer laughs} What the fuck ever. Fact of the matter is… you’re scared. You know she can beat you. Since you are too much of a PUSSY to man up for that challenge… I will just remove that shiny piece of gold from your possession in Sin City, and then she can have the opportunity to face a REAL MAN that’s not going to duck her challenges… or make her dance through hoops for the chance at the main gold in the company. Am I foolish enough to guarantee a victory against her? Absolutely not. That seems to be your and Corey Bull’s agenda… believing your unbeatable until you’re staring up at the lights and hearing my name being hailed as the victor. You say you want to put me down Gavin… you’re finally going to get to have your chance.
You know, I realize that I could have had this match a long time ago. You were accepting challenges from anyone that was throwing them out. No matter who they were. Whether they were members of the kissing Mexican retarded cousins, Shelley Silver or Gray Malone before Ashleigh stepped up and put AoD boy in his place. But, I didn’t want it that way. I wanted to EARN my spot as the rightful number one contender to the Championship. Not, have the match handed to me. I promise you Gavin. Come our match at the Pay Per View… You are going to get Dirk Bentley at his best. Should the unthinkable in everyone else’s eyes… well, other than Summer and mine of course… I know she believes in me, When the moment happens and you look up from the mat realizing that you just got knocked the fuck out due to a well-timed Southern Comfort… And you hear these words… The winner of the match and NEW NGW UNIFIED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… DIRK BENTLEY!!!! I hope you have more class than the last guy that couldn’t be beat and take it like the Champion the world believes you to have been. See you soon Gavin.
{Scene fades as Dirk leans in and kisses Summer softly}
Wednesday June 22nd 3:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Residence of Dirk Bentley
**Scene opens as we see Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley sitting at a upscale restaurant. Both enjoying some wine to go with their Filet Mignon steak dinner. A beautiful lady in a low cut dress walks by and catches Dirk’s eye, he smirks and then looks back at Summer as she shakes her head.
Summer: I’d be lying if I said this hasn’t been a fun ride Dirk. It’s a shame that it has to end though.
Dirk : What are you talking about? I haven’t made any decisions on my future as it pertains to you.
Summer: Maybe not verbally. But, you know what you do not want to do. I can’t blame you. What did I really think was going to happen? Seriously… You are a woman chasing, whiskey drinking, hell raising, ass kicker and if hadn’t have been for Corey Bull? I would’ve let you continue being that same guy. For that, I am sorry.
Dirk: Don’t be silly. Let’s not cross that bridge until an actual decision is made.
Summer: Dirk, can we not kid ourselves? We’ve known each other far too long. Just sitting here in this exquisite place, I saw that blonde with the DD’s catch your eye and you smirked at her. I’m sitting right here across from you. Again, I don’t fault you for that… that’s who you are. But, due to Corey being the asshole that he is… I just can’t be the laughing stock of the entire fed and if you ever truly cared for me… you would understand and would not want me to be.
Dirk: I would never want you to be the laughing stock of anything. In fact, I would kick some teeth down some peoples fucking throats if they did so in front of me. But, this is going to be new for me and I won’t lie to you. Either way I choose will be a different path. I’ve always had you in the back of mind as someone I could call no matter what when the chips were down. If I choose to let you go? I lose that. If we stay together and we try to make this work after all this time? That’s going to take some work. Is there an easy answer?
Summer: You know what I want. So for me? Yes. You? Apparently not and to be honest that pisses me off that you’d consider throwing this all away and not giving me another chance.
Dirk: I haven’t said I wouldn’t give you another chance now calm down. I just said I need to think about it. You told me that I had until after the Pay Per View to decide.
Summer: Duh Dirk! That’s because it was a nice gesture. I thought you’d come to your senses. But, apparently as always… I thought wrong. You’re right Dirk. You do have until the end of the Pay Per View to decide. That is if I’m still there waiting.
{Summer gets up and runs from the table out the front door of the restaurant as Dirk attempts to chase after her. Summer reaching the front door of the restaurant, noticing that the it’s pouring rain, to pissed off to give a fuck as she darts out the door to cross the street. Suddenly horns are going off and brakes are squealing as we hear a sick thud as Dirk reaches the doorway just in time to see Summer’s body getting propelled into the air from an oncoming truck. Standing there in shock Dirk placing his hands against his face as he lets out a blood curdling scream “NOOOOOOO!!!” Walking over and leaning down looking at her lifeless body lying in the middle of the street. blood leaking from her nose and mouth, Dirk takes his hand and slides it under her head as he pulls her up to his chest while sobbing uncontrollably. **}
{Suddenly Dirk sits straight up in his bed clinching his heart as tears run down his face, breaking out in a cold sweat, heart racing. Taking a few moments to gather his thoughts as he looks around, reaching for his cell phone and dials Summer’s number}
Summer: {Sounding groggily and half asleep} Hello?
Dirk: {Breathing sounds}
Summer: {Looking down at her phone and seeing Dirk’s name} Dirk? You okay?
Dirk: {Voice still crackly with labored breathing} Yeah, I’m fine. I… {Takes a deep breath and sighs loudly} I just needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry. I will let you get back to bed. I’m really sorry Summer.
Summer: it’s okay really. I just want to make sure you’re alright. You don’t sound like yourself at all and to be honest, you’re scaring me. I’m going to come over and see you if that’s okay.
Dirk: Okay, that would be… {Dirk jumps as he’s startled by the thunder and flash of lightning from outside, as he remembers the final moments of his nightmare} No, you wait there. I will come get you.
Summer: Okay, but be careful… It’s storming out.
Dirk I’m well aware of that. See you in about fifteen minutes.
{Scene fades as Dirk climbs from bed and begins to get dressed}
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Wednesday June 22nd 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens on a shot of Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley sitting at his kitchen table. Summer browsing through her Ipad as Dirk sips on a cup of coffee while deep in thought. Summer looks up and smiles at Dirk. Dirk’s facial expression doesn’t change. After a few moments Dirk notices Summer smiling and smiles back. Summer lays the Ipad on the table and takes a sip of her coffee before speaking.}
Summer: Everything okay? You seem so distracted and on edge lately.
Dirk: Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just had a lot on my mind as of late and want to do right by everyone concerned.
Summer: If you’re talking about the big match with Gavin? This match has been a long time coming and I totally understand the concentration level it must take to prepare for this match. If you’re talking about US or me rather? Than don’t focus so much on that… Like I said, I want your focus to be on your match with Gavin. NO REGRETS remember? I’m sure you’ll do what’s best for you as far as we’re concerned.
Dirk: That’s just it. You’re so understanding. I don’t want to do what’s best for ME. I want to do what’s best for US!
Summer: And, I’m sure that you will. But, you should not be concerning yourself with that now. You should be focusing on your match. One thing at a time Dirk.
Dirk: As always you’re right. Focus on one thing at a time. Right now it’s the match at hand and the NGW Heavyweight Championship. But, soon… maybe even sooner than you think the focus shifts to what to do about US.
Summer: {Snickers} Deal! But for now, let’s see what if anything NGW’s “face that runs place” has had to say.
{Summer and Dirk begin to watch the promo, chuckling and smirking at times as they look at each other, before all out laughter ensues. Summer stops the promo, as Dirk gets ready to cut one of his own while Summer records}
Dirk: {Golf Claps} Congratulations on the history lesson Gavin. I am so thrilled {Rolls eyes} that you grew up in Las Vegas and this is where you trained. So, you say you “were a green student with a bad attitude” was that in past tense? From where I am sitting I am still seeing some smug arrogant little prick that is waiting to be knocked from his perch and brought back to reality. I do give credit where credit is due though Gavin. While I think your attitude and thinking that your shit doesn’t stink hasn’t changed. You are definitely not “green”. You have legitimately became the face that runs the place since Dead Eye’s unfortunate mishap. Doesn’t it make you wonder though… If Dead Eye never took that misjudged leap of faith? Where in the fuck would your pencil necked ass be? {Shrugs} You could be in the same place you are now. I guess we will never know. But, honestly that is neither here nor there. I am truly happy that we are back where it all began. I couldn’t ask for a more appropriate place to bring your champagne dreams and celebration crashing back to the now and present reality!
{Dirk takes another sip of his coffee as he leans back, takes a deep breath and focuses back in on Summer holding her Ipad recording him}
Dirk: Since you’re on a roll with being right with your statements. Let’s continue that streak. How very observant of you to notice that we are facing off in NGW. Yes, I did say I would not travel to a second rate fed to face you and if you were so hell bent on wanting to kick my ass, then you could bring your sorry ass over to Inferno Wrestling. But, in typical Gavin Grimes fashioned, your bike was much worse than your bite back then and you just stood on the porch and ran your mouth like a kid being protected by his parents. So, I decided to come to your backyard knowing full well that this day would inevitably arrive. As far as the second rate fed comment… that was another error in judgement by yours truly. That was me talking out my ass and saying whatever I could think of that would cause you to grow a set. Obviously, that didn’t work. But, I’ve already made it clear that NGW in my opinion is a stand up fed and that the trash talk previously was just that…. TRASH TALK!
{Dirk leans in and hunches over the table as he glares into the camera, beginning to speak in a low dark tone}
Dirk: Since you decided to bring her up, let’s discuss that cunt you call a fiancé. How is Ashleigh doing these days? Are you still pampering her and apologizing for not being in that room when she needed you the most? The moment when I truly could have ended her fucking career if I wanted to Gavin? {Cackles sadistically} While you were off arguing with the great protector Corey Bull, I was in her dressing room beating the fuck out of her. Making her pay for her sins that no one else sees. Letting her feel just a taste of the pain that she’s caused others at the drop of a hat and not lost one moments of sleep over, all in the name of business. What’s the matter Gavin? It’s not business when it happens to someone you care about? Someone you love? The feeling that I had when I knew that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to her. I believe it was on Twitter that you called my behavior “Rapey?” {We hear Summer chuckle behind the camera} I guess it’s a damn good thing for you that with my hand on her throat, feeling her heartbeat beneath my palm, as her airway closed and opened rapidly, that I am not some pervert that you painted me out to be. Otherwise… any bundle of joy that you could have been expecting in the near future might as well had come out wearing a child size black cowboy hat. {Cackles loudly} Since everyone knows including her, that’s the only way she’s ever getting knocked up, is to get fucked by a real man, and not some pretender that’s more worried about defending his Title than protecting his “fiancé” but, eh, that’s your gimmick and that’s one thing you have down to a “T”.
{Taking a deep breath, Dirk walks over to the window and looks out at the dark and gloom, as the rain continues to pour down}
Dirk: FUCK! Looks like some shit straight out of an Adam Majors promo. {Summer chuckles again, this time a little louder than before, as Dirk winks to the camera for anyone that’s ever been subjected to a promo by Adam “Ursa” Majors} Looking out at this gloom it reminds me of another individual hear in NGW that Gavin made mention of… Corey Bull. The man that told that world that he was going to seek revenge and destroy me, avenging the wrong that I did to Ashleigh Jericho. {Continues to stare out the window as he takes another long, deep breath and then sighing} Spoiler alert… Read the marquee sign outside the “UNLV Thomas & Mack Center” in Las Vegas. I assure you Corey Bull’s name is nowhere on the docket, let alone near the main event. No, that spot is reserved for people that WIN the fucking match and not make fifty fucking excuses about it after the fact and then go around with their band of misfits attacking everyone to an attempt to stay relevant. So, I guess you’re right about that as well Gavin… Beating Corey Bull does not make me special, but you are wrong when you said it didn’t do anything for my career. You see Gavin, beating that psychopathic fuck and causing him to go full retard after the fact… Helped me EARN the one fucking match that I have wanted since I have walked through the doors of NGW. How sweet it is to know that not only do I FINALLY have the chance to shut you up. But, to do it and take the richest prize in the land while doing it.
{Turning away from the window to face Summer, he notices her smiling again at him while he continues.}
Dirk: God damn… you truly are beautiful, just in case I haven’t told you that in awhile. {Pausing for a moment as he moves closer to her} Is that blush that I see?
Summer: {Speaking from behind the Ipad camera} Would you just continue what we are here to do and stop embarrassing me? We will talk about that later. Maybe I’ll remind you how good you used to have it whenever you wanted it?
Dirk: {Blushes before getting a shocked look on his face and then smirking as he continues} Speaking of getting lucky… Gavin just when I think you’re going to be the one guy that says some original shit and gives me some kind of challenge, you know… different than the norm. You go and revert to the same lame ass shit everyone else wants to talk about. Dirk Bentley is a skirt chaser. Blah, Blah, Blah. When he can’t get with a chick… She’s a whore. Blah, Blah, Blah. The one that you’re referring too dated another man for weeks and kept hidden while she kept stating that she just wanted to be friends. And while that didn’t make her a whore I agree… I never did come out and label her as such. I simply asked… what was I supposed to do… take a number like I was at a deli at Wal-Mart? I get it… the implication was there. Fact of the matter is this Gavin. I have wished Emma and Devlin well in their life together. She made her choice and life goes on. As for me chasing women and not being able to land the one I want? {Glancing at Summer as he gives her a wink} Don’t you worry about the Cowboy at all in that department son… I’ll be just fine.
{Walking over and taking a seat at the table once again as he gazes into the camera}
Dirk: The differences between us are becoming glaringly easy to see. Not just in the way that you paint those rosy pictures in your mind. You are content with labeling everyone that you’ve ever beaten in the company like a badge of honor. WOW! Congratulations… you’ve beat some stiff competition and you’ve taken on all challengers, well except for one. YES, that was sarcasm, you are a sorry ass excuse for a man. That’s your fucking job. YOU’RE the CHAMP… well at least for now. Meanwhile, I have been content to remain in the shadows. Quietly waiting for just the right time to make my move. While you’re off trying to play the good role and be the savior, and then switching gears and deciding that it’s easier to say… Fuck everyone and that you’re tired of carrying the fed and everyone in it on your back. I’ve remained constant. Sure, I tried to play nice to appease the masses to a degree. But, I have never waivered from being the same man that I’ve always been, good bad or indifferent. So, by all means, keep listing all the people that you’ve beaten along the way like the Mark Storm’s, BronxV’s, and the Kenzie Rydell’s. The only name that I’m currently looking to add to the names I’ve beaten is yours… GAVIN GRIMES.
{Stands up, walks over and gets some more coffee, pouring more for Summer and himself before sitting in the seat next to Summer instead of the one across the table}
Dirk: Soon enough Gavin, you and I will step into that ring for what is currently YOUR NGW Unified Title. I honestly want you to cherish that thought. While you’re standing around name dropping, talking about how great of a power couple Ashleigh and yourself are… and how there is a reason that you are the Unified Champ and that she’s the Five Lakes Champion. You’re absolutely correct… that reason is because you’re too much of a fucking twat to face her in the ring for the right to wear the main gold. Oh, wait… I forgot, you “respect” each other too much to allow a Title to be a reason for you two to fight. {Makes a jerking off motion as Summer laughs} What the fuck ever. Fact of the matter is… you’re scared. You know she can beat you. Since you are too much of a PUSSY to man up for that challenge… I will just remove that shiny piece of gold from your possession in Sin City, and then she can have the opportunity to face a REAL MAN that’s not going to duck her challenges… or make her dance through hoops for the chance at the main gold in the company. Am I foolish enough to guarantee a victory against her? Absolutely not. That seems to be your and Corey Bull’s agenda… believing your unbeatable until you’re staring up at the lights and hearing my name being hailed as the victor. You say you want to put me down Gavin… you’re finally going to get to have your chance.
You know, I realize that I could have had this match a long time ago. You were accepting challenges from anyone that was throwing them out. No matter who they were. Whether they were members of the kissing Mexican retarded cousins, Shelley Silver or Gray Malone before Ashleigh stepped up and put AoD boy in his place. But, I didn’t want it that way. I wanted to EARN my spot as the rightful number one contender to the Championship. Not, have the match handed to me. I promise you Gavin. Come our match at the Pay Per View… You are going to get Dirk Bentley at his best. Should the unthinkable in everyone else’s eyes… well, other than Summer and mine of course… I know she believes in me, When the moment happens and you look up from the mat realizing that you just got knocked the fuck out due to a well-timed Southern Comfort… And you hear these words… The winner of the match and NEW NGW UNIFIED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… DIRK BENTLEY!!!! I hope you have more class than the last guy that couldn’t be beat and take it like the Champion the world believes you to have been. See you soon Gavin.
{Scene fades as Dirk leans in and kisses Summer softly}