Post by damien drake on Jul 27, 2016 13:12:35 GMT -5
Damien paces back and forth in front of a curtain backdrop. Light glares off of his bald and sweaty scalp. A look of anger and determination stretches across his face as he looks into the camera.
DD: Last time you people saw me, I went flying over a rope and a little girl was called the winner. You’re not a winner, princess. You are a person that just happened to pull down a rope at the right time. Until you can either pin me or make me tap out, you haven’t beaten anything. If you really want to call yourself a winner, why don’t we step back in that ring? Just you and I, nobody else and none of these ridiculous stipulations. Damien Drake and Taryn Willow, one on one in a straight up fight. Come and shut me up princess, if you have the nerve.
Damien steps back for a second and wipes the sweat from his head. Lifting his head back to face the camera, he begins to talk again.
DD: Why is it that every single wrestling organization that has ever existed, there has got to be some fucking moron that thinks he is some kind of messiah? Every place you go to there is someone just running his mouth (in a mocking tone) ‘Follow me, see the light, you shall be saved, blah blah.’
He laughs.
DD: Hey McCollum, you want to throw an offer my way to join you? You think that somehow I might be entranced by your message and follow you without question. I have an answer for you, go fuck yourself. You aren’t anything special, just another kid that saw someone scary on your TV and wanted to copy it for yourself. What’s wrong there big guy, don’t have a personality of your own so instead you have to be a carbon copy, David Koresh wannabe? I have seen your kind before. Preying on the weak, hoping to have some simple minded fool follow your pathetic message. All the while your bask in the admiration, because mommy a daddy never loved you as a child or whatever traumatic event happened that turned you into the whiny sniveling coward you are now.
I’m not one of your sheep. I have followed before and it got me nowhere. McCollum, you picked the wrong guy. See, I know what it takes to get past your kind. All it takes is someone to stand their ground and show no fear. You are just a weakling hoping to use his words and offers to avoid having to face a more dominant force in the ring. The time comes when a person comes, immune to your ways, ready to beat you down.
That time is now and that person is me.
I don’t fear you I don’t care about your awakening. When the match starts, all that matters to me is defeating you and moving on. From the opening bell until the last, I will be on you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm.
Step into that ring against me and I promise you this. I will shut down your message, I will crush your spirit and I will destroy your body.
I must break you.
Let’s make with the violence.
________________________________________
The sky was dark as rain poured down soaking everything in sight. The streets were empty as everyone stayed indoors hoping to stay dry. Still, the lights shone brightly outside of a small club on the edge of town. Across the street, the blue Chevy Nova pulls up and parks. The door opens and Damien steps out into the elements. He slams the door shut and walks over to the main entrance. Opening the door, he is greeted by a small man sitting on a stool. Electronic music pulses throughout the club as a man dressed like a woman dances on the stage while gay men throw money at him. The bouncers eyes Damien up and down before talking to him.
Bouncer: Welcome to Sparkle, its ten bucks to get in.
Damien: Where’s Diamond?
Bouncer: If you’re looking for someone honey, you are going to have to pay just like everyone else.
Damien: Listen jackass, I ain’t you’re honey. I'm looking for Diamond, the fucking owner. Now get on your little walkie talkie or whatever you have to do, find Diamond and tell him to get his ass over here.
Hearing Damien begin to raise his voice, a bartender looks towards the door to see what is going on and immediately recognizes Damien. The bartender rushes over and puts his hand on the doorman’s shoulder.
Bartender: This guy doesn’t pay.
He looks at Damien.
Bartender: Come on in Damien. He’s upstairs in his office, just go on up.
Damien walks past them both and heads straight to the back of the building. People on the dance floor parted as his imposing frame walk uninterrupted towards his destination. Reaching a door, Damien pushes it open and walks into the back where various people are getting ready for their performances. Damien walks past the people as they hurry to put their makeup on, crowded in front of a mirror. Reaching the office inside, Damien sees a man wearing an evening gown and heels, his wig off at the moment and rest on a mannequin head on the desk. The man has his back to the door and doesn’t see Damien as Damien enters the room.
Diamond: (to someone on the phone) God dammit Paul, when I pay you to do a job for me, I expect it to be done when you fucking say it’s going to be done.
Diamond slams the phone on the desk. He walks over to a small bar in the corner and grabs a bottle of brandy.
Damien: Pour one of those for me while you’re at it.
Surprised, Diamond turns quickly.
Diamond: Jesus Christ, Damien Drake. I didn’t hear you come in; you scared the shit out of me.
Damien walks closer to Diamond and extends a hand. Diamond grabs his hand and pulls Damien in closer for a quick hug. Pulling back, he looks Damien over.
Diamond: Holy shit, all this time and you still look the same.
Damien: Yeah, well you’re looking as beautiful as never.
Diamond: Come on now, it takes a lot of hard work and money to look this cheap.
Damien: Well, whatever it is you’re doing, you certainly look cheap.
Both men laugh.
Diamond: Sit down; I’ll get you that drink.
As Damien sits on a chair in front of the desk, Diamond poured the two of them a drink and came back over, sitting in his chair across from Dames. Damien grabs the glass and takes a drink. Sitting back in his chair, Damien looks Diamond in the eye.
Damien: Do you still have that box I asked you to hold on to for me?
Diamond: You should know better than to ask that question Dames. When have I ever let you down?
Diamond gets up from his chair and walks over to a closet door. He opens the door and grabs a small fire proof safe from one of the shelves. He walks back over and puts the box on the desk in front of Damien. Damien pulls his keys out and unlocks the safe. Inside is a wallet with some credit cards, a few packs of hundred dollar bills, a passport and a set of house keys.
Damien: Do you know if the penthouse is still set up?
Diamond: Everything is just like you left it, maybe a little dusty, but I’ll send someone over to clean. Does this mean you’re back now?
Damien: For now.
Damien finishes his drink and gets up to leave.
Damien: Thanks for the drink.
Damien walks out of the office.
Diamond: Good to see nothing has changed.
DD: Last time you people saw me, I went flying over a rope and a little girl was called the winner. You’re not a winner, princess. You are a person that just happened to pull down a rope at the right time. Until you can either pin me or make me tap out, you haven’t beaten anything. If you really want to call yourself a winner, why don’t we step back in that ring? Just you and I, nobody else and none of these ridiculous stipulations. Damien Drake and Taryn Willow, one on one in a straight up fight. Come and shut me up princess, if you have the nerve.
Damien steps back for a second and wipes the sweat from his head. Lifting his head back to face the camera, he begins to talk again.
DD: Why is it that every single wrestling organization that has ever existed, there has got to be some fucking moron that thinks he is some kind of messiah? Every place you go to there is someone just running his mouth (in a mocking tone) ‘Follow me, see the light, you shall be saved, blah blah.’
He laughs.
DD: Hey McCollum, you want to throw an offer my way to join you? You think that somehow I might be entranced by your message and follow you without question. I have an answer for you, go fuck yourself. You aren’t anything special, just another kid that saw someone scary on your TV and wanted to copy it for yourself. What’s wrong there big guy, don’t have a personality of your own so instead you have to be a carbon copy, David Koresh wannabe? I have seen your kind before. Preying on the weak, hoping to have some simple minded fool follow your pathetic message. All the while your bask in the admiration, because mommy a daddy never loved you as a child or whatever traumatic event happened that turned you into the whiny sniveling coward you are now.
I’m not one of your sheep. I have followed before and it got me nowhere. McCollum, you picked the wrong guy. See, I know what it takes to get past your kind. All it takes is someone to stand their ground and show no fear. You are just a weakling hoping to use his words and offers to avoid having to face a more dominant force in the ring. The time comes when a person comes, immune to your ways, ready to beat you down.
That time is now and that person is me.
I don’t fear you I don’t care about your awakening. When the match starts, all that matters to me is defeating you and moving on. From the opening bell until the last, I will be on you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm.
Step into that ring against me and I promise you this. I will shut down your message, I will crush your spirit and I will destroy your body.
I must break you.
Let’s make with the violence.
________________________________________
The sky was dark as rain poured down soaking everything in sight. The streets were empty as everyone stayed indoors hoping to stay dry. Still, the lights shone brightly outside of a small club on the edge of town. Across the street, the blue Chevy Nova pulls up and parks. The door opens and Damien steps out into the elements. He slams the door shut and walks over to the main entrance. Opening the door, he is greeted by a small man sitting on a stool. Electronic music pulses throughout the club as a man dressed like a woman dances on the stage while gay men throw money at him. The bouncers eyes Damien up and down before talking to him.
Bouncer: Welcome to Sparkle, its ten bucks to get in.
Damien: Where’s Diamond?
Bouncer: If you’re looking for someone honey, you are going to have to pay just like everyone else.
Damien: Listen jackass, I ain’t you’re honey. I'm looking for Diamond, the fucking owner. Now get on your little walkie talkie or whatever you have to do, find Diamond and tell him to get his ass over here.
Hearing Damien begin to raise his voice, a bartender looks towards the door to see what is going on and immediately recognizes Damien. The bartender rushes over and puts his hand on the doorman’s shoulder.
Bartender: This guy doesn’t pay.
He looks at Damien.
Bartender: Come on in Damien. He’s upstairs in his office, just go on up.
Damien walks past them both and heads straight to the back of the building. People on the dance floor parted as his imposing frame walk uninterrupted towards his destination. Reaching a door, Damien pushes it open and walks into the back where various people are getting ready for their performances. Damien walks past the people as they hurry to put their makeup on, crowded in front of a mirror. Reaching the office inside, Damien sees a man wearing an evening gown and heels, his wig off at the moment and rest on a mannequin head on the desk. The man has his back to the door and doesn’t see Damien as Damien enters the room.
Diamond: (to someone on the phone) God dammit Paul, when I pay you to do a job for me, I expect it to be done when you fucking say it’s going to be done.
Diamond slams the phone on the desk. He walks over to a small bar in the corner and grabs a bottle of brandy.
Damien: Pour one of those for me while you’re at it.
Surprised, Diamond turns quickly.
Diamond: Jesus Christ, Damien Drake. I didn’t hear you come in; you scared the shit out of me.
Damien walks closer to Diamond and extends a hand. Diamond grabs his hand and pulls Damien in closer for a quick hug. Pulling back, he looks Damien over.
Diamond: Holy shit, all this time and you still look the same.
Damien: Yeah, well you’re looking as beautiful as never.
Diamond: Come on now, it takes a lot of hard work and money to look this cheap.
Damien: Well, whatever it is you’re doing, you certainly look cheap.
Both men laugh.
Diamond: Sit down; I’ll get you that drink.
As Damien sits on a chair in front of the desk, Diamond poured the two of them a drink and came back over, sitting in his chair across from Dames. Damien grabs the glass and takes a drink. Sitting back in his chair, Damien looks Diamond in the eye.
Damien: Do you still have that box I asked you to hold on to for me?
Diamond: You should know better than to ask that question Dames. When have I ever let you down?
Diamond gets up from his chair and walks over to a closet door. He opens the door and grabs a small fire proof safe from one of the shelves. He walks back over and puts the box on the desk in front of Damien. Damien pulls his keys out and unlocks the safe. Inside is a wallet with some credit cards, a few packs of hundred dollar bills, a passport and a set of house keys.
Damien: Do you know if the penthouse is still set up?
Diamond: Everything is just like you left it, maybe a little dusty, but I’ll send someone over to clean. Does this mean you’re back now?
Damien: For now.
Damien finishes his drink and gets up to leave.
Damien: Thanks for the drink.
Damien walks out of the office.
Diamond: Good to see nothing has changed.