Post by Dirk Bentley on Jul 22, 2016 20:31:30 GMT -5
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Monday July 18th 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee - Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley both lying in bed. Dirk covered to his waist with a sheet and Summer barely covered to her breasts}
Summer: {Leaning over and kissing Dirk softly} Good Morning.
Dirk: {Yawning} Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Summer: {Smirking} I slept VERY well. Especially with all that extracurricular activity that went on. I’m kind of shocked you had so much stamina after your grueling match that you had Saturday night.
Dirk: {Scoffs} Are you kidding me? I’m a GUY! We NEVER run out of stamina for some things. Now if you wanted me to hand wash the car? I would’ve been tired as fuck.
Summer: {Chuckles} Fair enough. No rest for the wicked though…
Dirk: Moi? Wicked? Seriously? What do you mean no rest? I am getting plenty of rest. Well, at least as much rest as I need.
Summer: I take it you haven’t heard about your match this week… No big deal. Not like you’re going to need to prep much for this one anyways. Just forget I mentioned anything.
Dirk: They just can’t get enough of me on that show. I haven’t had a week off in a while. I guess… when you’re hot… you’re hot. So, who’s it going to be this week… Corey Bull for the THIRD time?
Summer: Not exactly.
Dirk: Dean Judas AGAIN?!?
Summer: Nope.
Dirk: I got it… Gray Malone finally got Bull’s SACK out of his mouth long enough to man up and get in the ring with me…
Summer: Not hi…
Dirk: This is going to be GREAT… I have waited a long time to kick his sorry ass from one end of the..
Summer: DIRK! It’s not him either.
Dirk: {Scratches his chin} OH MY GOD… They finally put me and Ashleigh Jericho in the ring. They want me to soften her up so their boy wonder can hold on to his Title for a little while longer. Well FUCK them and FUCK DEVLIN SCOTT… I already took her out once… I ain’t doing that shit again either.
Summer: {Facepalms} No Dirk it’s not Ashleigh either.
Dirk: Hmm… So it’s not Bull, Judas, Malone or Jericho. Who the fuck could it be? {Pausing for a second as it looks like a lightbulb goes off over head} Nooo… It can’t be Jack Diamond… He just got here and is just getting started. He doesn’t need his ass kicked this early. He’s just starting to build up momentu…
Summer: DIRK!!! FOR CHRISTS SAKE!!! IT’S NOT JACK DIAMOND EITHER… It’s Justin Harmony.
Dirk: WHO?!?
Summer: Justin Harmony. I believe he’s ranked in somewhere in Marquee Championship, Eighth I think…
Dirk: You have got to be fucking kidding me. Just for shits and giggles… Where am I ranked?
Summer: Number one again… For the Unified Heavyweight Title.
Dirk: So, I’m ranked top of the pile for the richest prize in the land, and this fucking cumstain is beating off at the bottom of the Marquee division? I will address this a little later. I’m going to take a shower.
{Dirk rolls out of bed as the sheets fall to the floor and we see his bare ass walk to the bathroom}
Summer: {Looking on with a smirk} Doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.
{Scene fades as Summer rolls across the bed and hops to the floor, making her way to the shower to join Dirk}
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Monday July 18th 11:30AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Dirk walk from the bathroom to the dining room table wearing only a pair of jeans, a few minutes later we see Summer O’ Reilley exit the bathroom wearing a midriff t-shirt and a pair of jeans as she takes a seat at the table. Picking up her Ipad as she starts recording Dirk standing by the window as he gazes out.}
Summer: What ya thinking about? {Biting her lip} Was it really that mind blowing that time?
Dirk: {Smirks as he gives her a wink} It’s always mind blowing when I’m with you babe. I’m just thinking forward to my match at Vendetta… that’s all.
Summer: {Tilts her head} Are you being serious?
Dirk: Yeah, actually I am.
Summer: {Shaking her head in disbelief} Why in the fuck for? It’s Justin Harmony… Not anyone you actually have to worry about. This guy couldn’t hold your jock if he held out both hands and you laid it in them.
Dirk: {Cackles} I know, and that’s what makes me wonder. Guys like him… they know all too well that they are just in this match as a space filler. He knows he has zero chance in the ring with me. But, that’s what makes him dangerous. All the pressure… It's on ME. NO ONE expects shit from this fucking guy. But, leave your guard down and let this fuck get lucky and pin you in the middle of the ring, and he’s a credible opponent overnight… I just can’t have that on MY watch.
{Dirk turns and glares towards the camera before continuing}
Dirk: Justin, I’m not sure who the fuck you pissed off to get stuck in the ring with me. But, you’re about to catch a beating of a lifetime, simply because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If memory serves correctly, you just returned to action not too long ago. Came back with this big promo and talked a big game, then what? Then you fell flat on your face last week and LOST. The difference with some of these other wrestlers and myself Justin… Is a simple one, while they are content with winning the match and moving on, I look at this match as an insult and you wasting my fucking time.
I know you do not book the matches Justin. But, you cannot be naïve enough to believe in that pea sized brain of yours that this was a good idea to follow through with? Hell, maybe you did? Maybe you actually thought for one split second that YOU could actually hang with the man that’s pushed Gavin Grimes further than anyone else in this fucking company has? What’s that? Oh, ME NEITHER! What you should have done when you heard of this match was either quit the company again right there on the spot or simply made up an excuse that you needed to be pulled from the event. No shame in being able to get out while you can still fucking walk away.
Thinking back… It wasn’t too long ago on Twitter that you were actually running off at the mouth to me. To put this as straight forward and blunt as I can to you…. People thought what I did to Ashleigh Jericho was fucked up? I am going to make it my mission in this match, if you want to call it that… to end your miserable fucking career here in NGW. So, what do you say Justin? Are you going to actually put up a fight? Or are you just going to cower in the shadows until our match and hope by the Grace Of God that you manage to survive? I’m calling you out… this is your chance to man up and speak up… state what’s on your mind. Will you take advantage, grab the bull by the horns so to speak? No! My guess… you’ll sit there and not say a fucking word and take this beating like the worthless fucking twat that you are.
{Scene fades to black as they both look at each other and begin to laugh}
Monday July 18th 9:00AM Nashville, Tennessee - Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Summer O’Reilly and Dirk Bentley both lying in bed. Dirk covered to his waist with a sheet and Summer barely covered to her breasts}
Summer: {Leaning over and kissing Dirk softly} Good Morning.
Dirk: {Yawning} Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Summer: {Smirking} I slept VERY well. Especially with all that extracurricular activity that went on. I’m kind of shocked you had so much stamina after your grueling match that you had Saturday night.
Dirk: {Scoffs} Are you kidding me? I’m a GUY! We NEVER run out of stamina for some things. Now if you wanted me to hand wash the car? I would’ve been tired as fuck.
Summer: {Chuckles} Fair enough. No rest for the wicked though…
Dirk: Moi? Wicked? Seriously? What do you mean no rest? I am getting plenty of rest. Well, at least as much rest as I need.
Summer: I take it you haven’t heard about your match this week… No big deal. Not like you’re going to need to prep much for this one anyways. Just forget I mentioned anything.
Dirk: They just can’t get enough of me on that show. I haven’t had a week off in a while. I guess… when you’re hot… you’re hot. So, who’s it going to be this week… Corey Bull for the THIRD time?
Summer: Not exactly.
Dirk: Dean Judas AGAIN?!?
Summer: Nope.
Dirk: I got it… Gray Malone finally got Bull’s SACK out of his mouth long enough to man up and get in the ring with me…
Summer: Not hi…
Dirk: This is going to be GREAT… I have waited a long time to kick his sorry ass from one end of the..
Summer: DIRK! It’s not him either.
Dirk: {Scratches his chin} OH MY GOD… They finally put me and Ashleigh Jericho in the ring. They want me to soften her up so their boy wonder can hold on to his Title for a little while longer. Well FUCK them and FUCK DEVLIN SCOTT… I already took her out once… I ain’t doing that shit again either.
Summer: {Facepalms} No Dirk it’s not Ashleigh either.
Dirk: Hmm… So it’s not Bull, Judas, Malone or Jericho. Who the fuck could it be? {Pausing for a second as it looks like a lightbulb goes off over head} Nooo… It can’t be Jack Diamond… He just got here and is just getting started. He doesn’t need his ass kicked this early. He’s just starting to build up momentu…
Summer: DIRK!!! FOR CHRISTS SAKE!!! IT’S NOT JACK DIAMOND EITHER… It’s Justin Harmony.
Dirk: WHO?!?
Summer: Justin Harmony. I believe he’s ranked in somewhere in Marquee Championship, Eighth I think…
Dirk: You have got to be fucking kidding me. Just for shits and giggles… Where am I ranked?
Summer: Number one again… For the Unified Heavyweight Title.
Dirk: So, I’m ranked top of the pile for the richest prize in the land, and this fucking cumstain is beating off at the bottom of the Marquee division? I will address this a little later. I’m going to take a shower.
{Dirk rolls out of bed as the sheets fall to the floor and we see his bare ass walk to the bathroom}
Summer: {Looking on with a smirk} Doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.
{Scene fades as Summer rolls across the bed and hops to the floor, making her way to the shower to join Dirk}
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Monday July 18th 11:30AM Nashville, Tennessee – Bentley Residence
{Scene opens as we see Dirk walk from the bathroom to the dining room table wearing only a pair of jeans, a few minutes later we see Summer O’ Reilley exit the bathroom wearing a midriff t-shirt and a pair of jeans as she takes a seat at the table. Picking up her Ipad as she starts recording Dirk standing by the window as he gazes out.}
Summer: What ya thinking about? {Biting her lip} Was it really that mind blowing that time?
Dirk: {Smirks as he gives her a wink} It’s always mind blowing when I’m with you babe. I’m just thinking forward to my match at Vendetta… that’s all.
Summer: {Tilts her head} Are you being serious?
Dirk: Yeah, actually I am.
Summer: {Shaking her head in disbelief} Why in the fuck for? It’s Justin Harmony… Not anyone you actually have to worry about. This guy couldn’t hold your jock if he held out both hands and you laid it in them.
Dirk: {Cackles} I know, and that’s what makes me wonder. Guys like him… they know all too well that they are just in this match as a space filler. He knows he has zero chance in the ring with me. But, that’s what makes him dangerous. All the pressure… It's on ME. NO ONE expects shit from this fucking guy. But, leave your guard down and let this fuck get lucky and pin you in the middle of the ring, and he’s a credible opponent overnight… I just can’t have that on MY watch.
{Dirk turns and glares towards the camera before continuing}
Dirk: Justin, I’m not sure who the fuck you pissed off to get stuck in the ring with me. But, you’re about to catch a beating of a lifetime, simply because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If memory serves correctly, you just returned to action not too long ago. Came back with this big promo and talked a big game, then what? Then you fell flat on your face last week and LOST. The difference with some of these other wrestlers and myself Justin… Is a simple one, while they are content with winning the match and moving on, I look at this match as an insult and you wasting my fucking time.
I know you do not book the matches Justin. But, you cannot be naïve enough to believe in that pea sized brain of yours that this was a good idea to follow through with? Hell, maybe you did? Maybe you actually thought for one split second that YOU could actually hang with the man that’s pushed Gavin Grimes further than anyone else in this fucking company has? What’s that? Oh, ME NEITHER! What you should have done when you heard of this match was either quit the company again right there on the spot or simply made up an excuse that you needed to be pulled from the event. No shame in being able to get out while you can still fucking walk away.
Thinking back… It wasn’t too long ago on Twitter that you were actually running off at the mouth to me. To put this as straight forward and blunt as I can to you…. People thought what I did to Ashleigh Jericho was fucked up? I am going to make it my mission in this match, if you want to call it that… to end your miserable fucking career here in NGW. So, what do you say Justin? Are you going to actually put up a fight? Or are you just going to cower in the shadows until our match and hope by the Grace Of God that you manage to survive? I’m calling you out… this is your chance to man up and speak up… state what’s on your mind. Will you take advantage, grab the bull by the horns so to speak? No! My guess… you’ll sit there and not say a fucking word and take this beating like the worthless fucking twat that you are.
{Scene fades to black as they both look at each other and begin to laugh}