Post by The Enforcer on Mar 6, 2013 16:03:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside The Enforcers office with him sat on his leather chair and dressed in his normal suit. He's holding a piece of paper. He leans back into his chair and puts his feet up on his desk before unrolling the piece of paper that seems to go on forever. He starts speaking to the camera while still reading over the paper.
The Enforcer: "As usual, welcome to my office. It's not much, but atleast it's real."
He looks up.
The Enforcer: "Yes, that was a sly dig at you 'Santa' and yes, there will be more.."
He looks back down to the paper and starts talking.
The Enforcer: "I have managed to get a hold of Santa's 'naughty list', and it makes for some interesting reading I tell you. Who would of thought Barack Obama and The Pope would ever be on this list? But what interests me is the fact that Mrs. Clause isn't on here... How can you stay with one woman for so long and not even do anything remotely naughty? But then again, what defines 'naughty'? Is it naughty to have sex, a process which helps keep the world turning by providing the next generation? Would it be naughty to hurt somebody, even though it's your job and it's what your paid to do. Is it classed as naughty to drink alcohol? If the answer to any of those things is yes, then you sir are a hypocrite! I've looked at this list and I couldn't find your name on it, yet mine is on there, TWICE, in big red letters.. I mean sure, I have more sex then the average, I swear a shitlot, and I actually get excited when I've got the chance to hurt someone but what makes me any more deserving of this list then you are? We all know you like a glass or two of sherry, and we've all heard the rumours that Mrs. Clause has to hide away from you when you've had one glass too many because you turn into a nasty drunk. And then theres the countless stories of elf abuse, counterfeit presents, and doing coke with Rudolph. I mean, why else would he have such a red nose? Yet you've conveniently 'forgot' to add your name onto the list.. tut tut Santa, I'm ashamed of you! Well, enough is enough, it's about time you got some of your own medicine.. I'm adding you to my 'shitlist'!"
He sits up straight and pulls his chair closer to the desk before turning his computer on.
The Enforcer: "What, you think I'd have it wrote out? We're in the twenty first century Santa, why don't you join us one day?"
The Enforcer clicks on a few things before turning his computer screen around to the camera. At the top it says 'shitlist' and underneath are a few names, Dad, That one girl who didn't wave back after I brought her a drink,
The Enforcer: "So how does it feel, Santa? Has your whole life just collapsed around you? Have you got a empty feeling in your heart? Do you actually give a fuck? I'm guessing the answer is no, becuase afterall, it's just a list. Nobody gives a fuck about my list except me, and nobody gives a fuck about your list except you.. and people under the age of five. So basically, your whole lifes work, the one thing that people mainly know you for is worth NOTHING. But the thing about my list is, it's real. If your on my list that means your in danger of being attacked every day of your life. And it's all because you have something I want."
"It's not that I want the title for any form of respect or to show that I'm better than anyone else, it's because you've mentioned the one thing that drives me, money. Money is the one thing that I will kill for and if holding that title means I'm going to get payed more, then I'm going to make it mine! Then I'm going to get the money that I deserve and I'll keep holding on to that title for as long as I feel like. Because you can't beat me Santa, and so far nobody has put there name forward for this match, so it looks like it's going to be just me and you! I expected more though, I thought people like Corey Benjamin or One Bad Mofo would join us, but I've been proven wrong. The biggest chance that's been given out so far and nobody is man, or women, enough to take it! Well I'm man enough Santa, and I'm ready to kick some fat jolly ass around until I can call myself the NEW Global Heavyweight Champion! And after that hour is over, whether it's just me and you or the whole roster decides to join us, I'll still be the champion at the end!
Suddenly theres a knock on The Enforcers door. He gets up and walks over before opening it cautiously, a voice is heard from the outside.
Delivery Guy: "Hi sir, I've got a delivery here from Mr. Sanzone. He says he hasn't given you the bonus because not all your opponents competed which means you didn't hit your finisher on both of them, but your next contract is also there and he think's you'll like it. Have a great day, sir."
The Enforcer reaches out and grabs an envelope off the messenger and then shuts the door. He quickly rips open the envelope and pulls out a cheque, he quickly flashes it to the camera showing that it's for 25,000 dollars. He smiles before shoving it into his back pocket and pulling out a different piece of paper, this time shielding it from the camera. He reads through it and smiles before turning his focus back to the camera.
The Enforcer: "You see, Santa? Money! It's what I live for, and your a fool for making me realise how much more I could be earning. I'll see you at Disorder, Clause, but right now I've got some more money to be making. I just cant stop.."
He winks at the camera before ordering the camerman out. The scene fades to black.