Post by The Enforcer on Feb 14, 2013 21:01:40 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the office of The Enforcer with the cameras rolling. He leans back into his leather chair and has a smug smile on his face. He loosens the top two buttons on his shirt before speaking.
The Enforcer: "Well it seems like I've pissed the general manager off. He's took it upon himself to place me in a match without proper notice. Do you think that's some kind of punishment, Sanzone? If so you've really missed the point of punishment.. Your suppose to put me in a match where I'l have trouble winning, not against two soft bastards like Toast and Rickman. You're just giving me a chance to make myself look even better, aren't you? Well nevermind, I'm not bothered about not having as long as everyone else to prepare for this match, and I'm certainly not scared of either of my opponents. I'm just going to go out there and do what I do best, hurt people."
The Enforcer leans forward in his chair and speaks a little louder.
The Enforcer: "But if you want to make this personal, then so be it. I attacked you because I got paid to do it, it's the people that paid me that have the problem with you. But if you want to dwell on the past, and get revenge for what I did, don't think I'm going to sit back and take it softly. I've already shown that I can get to you and I won't have no problem doing it again. And if I have to do it again for personal reasons, I'm going to be alot more physical about it, believe me!"
The Enforcer reaches into a draw on his desk and pulls out a wooden box, he opens it and pulls out a cigar. He takes his golden zippo out from his suit pocket before chopping the end off his cigar and lighting it. He takes a few puffs before placing it in the ashtray, he leans back as he exhales the smoke and then begins to talk.
The Enforcer: "So who's the lucky people you've put me up against then? Ah I remember, Toast and Rickman. Well lets start off with Rickman because he's already had a match here.. which he lost.. to Santa. Dude, you lost to an old man who clearly has some mental issues. So what chance are you going to stand against me? You see, Santa probably couldn't go all out on you. He's got his nice guy reputation to think about. Me? I couldn't give two shits what people think, I just want to destroy people. You won't find a nice bone in my body and that can only mean bad things for you."
"I've been looking around and trying to get some other information on you, but your bio doesn't really tell me much. Apart from the fact your not very original, and the only move you seem to know is a big boot. You think you're going to get far with just one move, Rickman? You think you're going to big boot your way to the top of this company? I highly doubt it! And you might think having John Cena's entrance as yours will help you seem like a champion, but even that worthless piece of shit has a better repertoire then you! And thats saying something.."
"So between being a blatant rip off, not being able to beat an alleged three hundred year old man, and just generally sucking. I'd say your chances of winning this match are extremely slim. Infact, it's probably best for all parties involved if you don't even show up. I've heard a rumor that this company has two shows to impress the network executives, and if you show up there just going to cancel us straight away. We need to be showing that we've got true talent in this company, not making it look like management has been scraping through the bargain bin. So just do us all a favour and stay away from this match, then atleast you won't get hurt and, more importantly, you won't hurt the companies image! Now.. I've had a little trouble with the connection on my phone, so I don't have a clue who Toast is. Let me just see if I can get the PW website up.."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his I Phone. He enters his combination key to get into the phone and opens up the internet. After a few seconds he smiles.
The Enforcer: "Ah, it's working... Let me just click on the roster.."
A few seconds pass and suddenly he throws his phone down in disgust.
The Enforcer: "Jesus fucking Christ man! Toast, what the hell happened to your face? You look like Big Foot and Chewbacca had an abortion.. Seriously man, you look like Quasimodo's uglier brother. The fuck happened to this world when people as ugly as you aren't immediatly shot at birth? It makes me sad when I think of the damage you could do to society, god forbid your ever allowed to breed and have even uglier babies. It's just a downward spiral.."
"Don't worry though, you might get lucky at Disorder and end up with me rearranging your face. I can't promise it'll stay like that forever but for atleast two days after the match you'll look better then you ever have. Not that it's gonna be that hard.. MY GOD YOUR UGLY. I know I keep bringing it up but I just can't get over it. I've seen better looking Orc's on Lord Of The Rings! And to think.. I've actually got to touch you!"
The Enforcer shudders.
The Enforcer: "I hope you've had all your jabs, because if I catch anything off of you I'm going to sue your ass! It doesn't say anywere in my contract that I'm at risk of catching fleas, or rabies. In fact, that must be breaching my contract somehow. I came her to fight amongst men, not mangy little mutts like you. Oh well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. This Disorder is going to mark a very special occasion when 'the next step in evolution' starts on his road to the top. And I'm going to show everyone, especially Mr. Sanzone, that The Enforcer isn't a man to be messed with!"
The Enforcer leans forward and grabs his cigar as the scene fades to black.
