Post by The Enforcer on Mar 6, 2013 17:19:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a rather shaky view of the Prestige Arena parking lot. The Enforcer is holding a small camera and is recording everything he sees, he zooms in on an entrance on the other side where a PW security guard is standing, blocking the entrance to the public. A scruffy looking woman walks over to him, she looks nervous and is constantly scratching herself, she looks around before nodding to the securtiy guard. He walks over towards her, looks around himself, before palming something into her hand and then taking money from her. The view then zooms back out and The Enforcer turns the camera round onto him.
The Enforcer: "Well, I've just received my second contract, normally I'd be alot more secretive about who it's from but Mr. Sanzone is hoping for the opposite effect this time. He wants this guy to know who it's from and he also wants me to give him these."
He holds up some papers showing that the security guard is being fired. He shrugs his shoulders before speaking again.
The Enforcer: "Apparently this guy has been selling drugs from Prestige Wrestling property and it's my job to inform him his services are no longer needed. Now, I can see where this guy is coming from because afterall, all he's doing is making some extra money. But drugs hurt people and wreck peoples lives.. unfortunately for him though, so do I! So I've decided to take this contract on, and for the first time ever, I'm going to record myself doing it. So Santa, and anyone else who thinks there brave enough, have something to watch and realise just what lengths I'll go to just to hurt somebody."
He turns the camera back round and walks a little closer to the security guard. He stops behind a car about ten feet away from him before placing the camera on the hood of the car with it's focus on the guard. He then takes off his jacket, folds it up neatly, and places it next to the camera. He's already caught the guards attention when he starts walking to him with his hand held out pointing at him.
Security: "Sir, you can't come back here."
The Enforcer carries on walking towards him slowly.
Security: "If you don't stop now I'm going to have to force you!"
The Enforcer takes a few more steps and the guard has had enough, he comes walking towards him and trys to grab him. The Enforcer shrugs the guards hands off his shoulders before grabbing hold of him and hitting a headbutt. The guard falls back on one knee with his hand wrapped round his nose. Blood begins to pour out from the gaps in his fingers which makes the guard mad, he stands up and charges towards The Enforcer. He tries to hit him with a series of straight jabs but Enforcer backs up and manages to move his head slightly out the way each time before blocking the last one with his arm and kicking the guard backwards. The guard regains his composure and walks towards The Enforcer, this time trying to hit him with a wild right hook. The Enforcer manages to duck underneath the attack and hold onto his arm, he hits him with a knee to the stomach before driving his arm down onto the guards arm, nearly dislocating it in the process. Then he grabs hold of the security guard and throws him towards the entrance where he lands in a heap on the floor. The guard is rubbing his arm and seems in a lot of pain but he manages to get to his feet. He walks towards The Enforcer but gets a hard kick to his leg, sending him down to one knee. Then The Enforcer kicks out his other leg so he is knelt on the floor, he backs up a few steps before lunging forward and hitting the guard with 'Contract Terminated' which sends him to the floor. The guard is out cold, he can even be heard snoring. The Enforcer decides that he's had enough and hands him the papers before casually walking back towards his camera. He picks it up and speaks into it while still walking away.
The Enforcer: "I know what your thinking, that guy hasn't had any wrestling experience, but you don't get a job as a security guard for nothing, do you? I'm guessing he was around six foot five, and he felt like he weighed around three hundred and fifty pounds, so he was certainly no pushover. But in the end, he went down just like the rest of them. I still haven't met a man alive that can withstand the sort of damage I dish out in just one punch, and I doubt I ever will. I've perfected my technique over the years and I know exactly where to hit them for maximum effect. I can look at the person infront of me and instinctively know how much punishment they can take before being knocked out and, most importantly, I can hit it at any time, from any angle. If you don't see it coming, it gives me more of a chance of knocking you out cold. Thats what makes me so dangerous in this match. I could hit my punch in the first three seconds, or I could hit it in the last ten seconds, but the outcome will always be the same. Someone will get knocked out, and I will pin them. And I'll keep on doing it until theres no doubt who the champion is and the match has ended."
"And I will earn the right to call myself the Global Heavyweight Champion! Unlike you Santa. The only reason you are the champ is because you got it handed to you, you never actually earned it! Sure, you've put on a couple of great matches since you've been here, but you've never really looked like 'championship material'. And quite frankly it's a disgrace! The champion should be a real man, not an old, overweight, unhealthy slob who lives his life in the fantasy world pretending to be someone from childrens tales. I'm as real as it gets Santa and this Disorder I'll show you why I'm The Next Step In Evolution and also the next Global Heavyweight Champion!"
The Enforcer smiles into the camera before pressing the stop button. The scene fades to black.