Blood sport

by Damien Young February 1st 2013, 3:07 pm

The scene comes up on Damien young walking around the streets of an unnamed city. He stops at an old building and punches the brick wall. Parts of the brick chip off with the blow.

Damien:“Alright Carter, you wanna be a hard ass? You wanna screw me out of the tag team titles? I thought we were teammates you worthless rat! And all along you didn't give a shit about it did you? You just laughed as I stumbled and fell on my ass in front of thousands of people! You disgust me, your whole being makes me shiver with pity for the pain you are going to feel come February 3rd. You may think you're hot shit, but trust me, hell hath no fury like a rookie scorned, and you screwed over the wrong rookie, I can promise you that! I know my way around the ring and I can beat anyone on any day, and if I didn't have a no talent hack like you, I'd be holding the world tag team championships right now! But no, I had to be paired with YOU and look at where it's led me to now. I have to waste my time teaching your sloppy ass a lesson in teamwork. I mean if you looked at the way you preformed in a goddamn TAG TEAM match, anyone would think that you had no idea of what a team is! Did you ever participate in gym class? Or were you one of those kids that would get hit in dodgeball and stay in the game, just to be a huge douche to the other kids? Man, I hated those people in high school, in fact I had no tolerance for them all. And, I guess you could say..."

Damien grabs his baseball bat, still surrounded by barbed wire.

Damien: "Old habits die hard huh? As soon as you step into that ring come this Sunday, the first thing that will go through your head is this barbed wire! Actually, the first thing that will go through your head is probably something more like ‘Gosh! What's this here ring for?’ And then the barbed wire, but I'm getting too into this. But you know what the message is still clear, I'm gonna hit you with the bat, got it? No!? Well, you will come Saturday, I can promise you that"

Damien takes the bat and tosses it behind him. It smacks the back wall with a loud crack.

Damien: “You know London, I almost feel bad for you. Then again, almost is a very key word there. I hope you like hospitals Mr. London, because you're going to be spending a lot of time in one after I get done beating you into a bloody pulp. My regards to your grieving family naturally."

With that Damien snickers and walks off, the camera fades to black.