Post by Edward Sands on Nov 14, 2010 18:33:50 GMT -5
We open just outside of a crowded bar. Ed Sands is saying his goodbyes before stepping out into the parking lot.
“It’s always a good time to see old friends before having to return to the mindless dull of the wrestling world, especially the world of Extreme Hardcore Wrestling.”
Sands walks past a couple other drunks heading into the bar.
“Since coming to this place I’ve found a common trait over the few weeks. Three matches so far, all involving Max Whitman. A man I only a week ago vowed to rebuild back to his former glory. Thing is, I’m starting to question if he really has such a past status of glory. You won a world title once upon a time, on a fluke victory. Now we get to face yet again in a match to name a new number one contender.”
Ed stops at the crosswalk waiting on the light as he watches more people filling the bars.
“These people remind me of you Max, wasting away there lives…talking about goals and dreams they will never have a chance to obtain…in fact Max, it’s not just you it reminds me of but everyone in this Extreme Hardcore Wrestling company. Everyone from the very top to the bottom of the roster. The owner thinks he’s going to build this big successful company…however it’s only a flash in the pan. Someone that a year from now most won’t even remember his name.”
The light turns green as he starts across the street toward the parking lot.
“You Max, you dream of regaining something great…instead that won’t ever happen. For one nothing in this company is ever going to make you great…being the world champion here won’t matter, it would be like a gold medalist Olympic athlete taking part in a high school state track meet. Not saying you’re a gold medalist Whitman, but this place isn’t something to write home bragging about.”
Ed reaches his car as he unlocks it.
“I on the other hand am the gold medalist, I am the all around renowned star athlete, and this week…just to prove it…I’m going to beat you. I’m going to do just what I did two weeks ago when I dropped you in the middle of that ring and pinned you for the three count. Then just to rub it in and to put the final nail in this company…I’m going to go on a face whatever chair swinging ape is holding the title after this Pay Pre View and take it from them so no one else here ever has the chance to ever hold it.”
He pulls the door open.
“Because lets face it Max…no one here, not even you are in the same league as someone like me. This place doesn’t deserve to survive and if I have to take the title and just hold it till everyone realizes that, then that’s exactly what I will do.”
He climbs into the car as it goes to black.
“It’s always a good time to see old friends before having to return to the mindless dull of the wrestling world, especially the world of Extreme Hardcore Wrestling.”
Sands walks past a couple other drunks heading into the bar.
“Since coming to this place I’ve found a common trait over the few weeks. Three matches so far, all involving Max Whitman. A man I only a week ago vowed to rebuild back to his former glory. Thing is, I’m starting to question if he really has such a past status of glory. You won a world title once upon a time, on a fluke victory. Now we get to face yet again in a match to name a new number one contender.”
Ed stops at the crosswalk waiting on the light as he watches more people filling the bars.
“These people remind me of you Max, wasting away there lives…talking about goals and dreams they will never have a chance to obtain…in fact Max, it’s not just you it reminds me of but everyone in this Extreme Hardcore Wrestling company. Everyone from the very top to the bottom of the roster. The owner thinks he’s going to build this big successful company…however it’s only a flash in the pan. Someone that a year from now most won’t even remember his name.”
The light turns green as he starts across the street toward the parking lot.
“You Max, you dream of regaining something great…instead that won’t ever happen. For one nothing in this company is ever going to make you great…being the world champion here won’t matter, it would be like a gold medalist Olympic athlete taking part in a high school state track meet. Not saying you’re a gold medalist Whitman, but this place isn’t something to write home bragging about.”
Ed reaches his car as he unlocks it.
“I on the other hand am the gold medalist, I am the all around renowned star athlete, and this week…just to prove it…I’m going to beat you. I’m going to do just what I did two weeks ago when I dropped you in the middle of that ring and pinned you for the three count. Then just to rub it in and to put the final nail in this company…I’m going to go on a face whatever chair swinging ape is holding the title after this Pay Pre View and take it from them so no one else here ever has the chance to ever hold it.”
He pulls the door open.
“Because lets face it Max…no one here, not even you are in the same league as someone like me. This place doesn’t deserve to survive and if I have to take the title and just hold it till everyone realizes that, then that’s exactly what I will do.”
He climbs into the car as it goes to black.