Post by Joey Flash on Nov 5, 2014 18:55:34 GMT -5
Off camera
It was the first time in over a year since Joey Flash was able to finally look at himself, and he winced at how pathetic had had become. Resting his forehead on the mirror he took a deep breath before backing up and looking at himself, the body he used to laugh and liken to being that of the gods was now wasted and scarred. He brushed his hair back and threw a weak punch in the air, finding no snap that was once there. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Looking around the small locker room that has been given to him he couldn’t suppress a thin smile. To be reduced to this was one thing, for others to see it, for others to recognise it, was another. The pain of inferiority, of helplessness had dogged him all his time in exile, away from his passion, away from his home, away from her...
Joey pulled his old faded Rocky shirt on ‘Italian Stallion!’ not anymore, he thought. He picked his baseball cap from the cheap bench next to his locker and span it onto his head. He glanced at his watch and sighed. It’s almost time, finally to be back...
Time to put on your brave face.
On camera!
The weasel looking man stood proud in his suit with a smug smile on his face outside another locker room.
Man: Ladies and gentleman and welcome to WCF television, I’m Hank Brown roving reporter and everyone’s one stop shop for information and the latest goss’ on the ‘superstars’. You can catch up with the latest on BMZ, the place where the truth is told! Speaking of superstars by the way, we do unfortunately ladies and gentlemen NOT have one for you here today, we have one of the least heralded additions to the roster that a lot of you probably haven’t even heard alone about, lest care. Alas it is my duty to educate all you wonderful people about all of our employees, no matter how dull or uninteresting.
He rapped on the door twice and stood, the smile still fixed to his face. The door slowly opened and a man stepped out, his shaggy hair and stubble making Hank recoil in disgust. He turned to the camera.
Hank: Great, we got another cleaner, wonderful. Look sir can you get out of the camera shot, we’re filming here.
Joey stared at him for a few moments.
Joey: Huh, you want an interview?
Hank laughed: Yes I’m working for Homeless Monthly, how are you sir? Of course I’m not, you bum! Now get outta here, and get a job! I’m looking for Johnny Flash.
Joey: Joey Flash.
Hank: Huh?
He fumbled for his info card about the wrestler.
Hank: Right. JOEY! Sorry, I don’t know about the bottom feeders here.
Joey: Aight cool, I got you. Fire away
Hank: Uhhhh?
Joey: I’m your man, what’s your name?
Hank: Hah, think I’m going to fall for that one fool? You won’t be belittling me telling me you don’t know what my name is. I am one step ahead.
Joey: I’ll belittle you by calling you a cunt though.
Hank:…Hank Brown.
Joey: Was that so hard?
Hank turned to the camera once more, smile still glued to his chops.
Hank: Hank Brown reporting exclusively for WCF TV, here with Joey Flash, who as expected doesn’t really look up to much! So Joey not many people here know much about you, I can see why now, but perhaps you could fill us in, who is Joey Flash?
Joey: Well, cunt, instead I’ll give the fans a little treat, ‘A cunt’s tale, the story of a smart mouthed little runt whose balls come from his cheap suit and microphone who has the magical power of looking like a cross between a suckling meth baby and a mutated halfwit whilst still being able to string semi-coherent sentences of drivel together without a modicum of accuracy’ Will you enjoy that tale?
Hank steps up to Joey angrily.
Hank: My name is Hank you son of a bitch.
Joey smiles.
Joey: Sorry, I don’t remember the names of bottom feeders in this company.
Then leans in toward Hank.
Joey: But take one more step toward me and I won’t hesitate to put you through the fucking wall.
Hank went a shade of a red: E-enough with your jokes! Please Joey, we want to know more about you.
Flash smiled: Do you like stories Hank?
Hank looks at the ground.
Hank: Not if they’re like the last one.
Joey: No this one isn’t as pathetic as the last one, it’s about me not you buddy.
Hank: Okay.
Joey: So, like you’ve read a book this year?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Fuck, assuming too much. Seen a film then?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Watched a story driven show on television?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Okay what the fuck? Watched any television?
Hank nods.
Joey: Any television that doesn’t involve one of the following: Real Housewives, Honey Boo Boo, 16 and pregnant, Catfish, Glee, Americas Next Top Model, American Idol, Teen Mom, Jersey Shore and Keeping up with the Kardashians?
Hank pauses for a long time and shamefully shakes his head no. Joey’s jaw drops in incredulity.
Hank: But, but, but, I did watch Twilight when it came out. Enjoyed Harry Potter too and between you and me I’ve heard good things about 50 Shades of Grey, looking forward to that one.
Joey: Did you know Hank, it’s very interesting that you could have just kept your mouth shut and seemed quite well adjusted, a person who entertains themselves and enjoys the company of others. Instead you have in one fell swoop confirmed how much a blithering mind numbing insufferable bastard you really are. Wow. How did you do it?
Joey sighs
Flash: Anyway, I did actually have a point I was planning on building to before you rudely injected a helping of retardation, as I was saying, so learning about Joey Flash prematurely is like when you watch a new episode of your favourite show, or new film in a trilogy, it’s better going into them without any prior knowledge, where ya don’t know what’s going on or what the deal is. So when you actually see the tale unfold, you are left speechless, astounded and in the end satisfied. I’ll tell my tale in the ring, whether it’s a happy ending for you or not, who knows. You know I’m not going to tell you what will happen in a Joey Flash match just like I wouldn’t tell people stood in line to watch Usual Suspects who Keyser Soze is, I’m not an unkind man. Actually, I probably am, SPOILER ALERT, Joey Flash wins…and Kevin Spacey.
Hank: Why did you have to ruin i-, enough of this nonsense, care to tell us about yourself then, the MAN that is Joey Flash.
Joey stares at Hank for a moment and seems to be thinking hard: I’m a big headed piece of shit who no one likes, I’m ignorant, cause trouble for everyone I ever meet, I’m a liar, a cheat and have no honour, and I care for money and glory instead of recognition and respect. That Hank about sums me up.
Hank looked dumbfounded before regaining himself.
Hank: What?
Joey shrugged
Joey: Thought I’d tell the truth. Hmm, maybe I lied. Dunno
Hank: Seems pretty truthful to me. Okay...well! This Sunday night you enter the WCF for your inaugural match. What a wonderful, wonderful organization you will have the prestigious honour of taking part in; this has to be an exciting time for a novice such as yourself, your thoughts?
Joey: What?
Hank: You’re in a triple threat against fellow newcomers Occulo and Taz Taylor!
Joey: Oh my god, wh-
Hank: You seem awfully ignorant here Mr Flash, surely you have received notice of your match?
Joey: Uh, dunno.
Hank: Well, you are being informed now sir, your thoughts?
Joey shrugs: My thoughts? Hmmmm...
Hank: On the match.
Joey: I’m ignorant, not stupid.
Hank: Oh. My mistake.
Joey: I seem to make my living from beating the defenceless, weak and/or mentally impotent.
Hank: Excuse me?!
Joey: Doesn’t matter Hank, so two rookies eh?
Hank: That’s right! How embarrassing a loss would be Mr Flash, personally I expect a loss for you, but let’s give these fans some hope to cling on to this will be a good match!
Joey: I shall ignore the urge to slam your face through the wall Hanky, hey lemme ask you something. You think I’m gonna lose this?
Hank looks Joey up and down: Yes.
Joey: Well that’s really put the fear into me, the fact that a man with the intelligence of a ready salted slug believes I will lose. Look, as far as I’m concerned, any match I were to have right now would be nothing more than a tune up, you know, get the feel of the ring again. I could be across the ring from Jesus himself and this match would serve the exact same purpose to me as it does against these two guys, I ain’t promising a show, I ain’t promising to blow anyone away with my performance, I’m gonna put my work in, get sharp and just see what I can do.
Hank: Quite defeatist there Mr I am the best. Mr Spoiler alert. Do you have anything to say to the men you’re going to be facing on Sunday? Or are you brushing this question off?
Joey: I would if I knew who they were.
Hank hands Joey a set of info cards. Joey studies them intently.
Joey: So let me get this straight aight? I’m facing a fucking chef and a wackjob who sits on roofs bemoaning the state of his life? Grand.
Lemme get this straight, Taz bro, you’re a successful entrepreneur who can enjoy his own lovely life in the lap of luxury, spend all the time with the wife and kids and yet you want to step through these ropes for what reason exactly? Fame and glory? Groupies and money?
Joey begins clapping.
Maybe hey, maybe you’re just a fierce former marine who is missing the thrill in his life. Maybe you want to prove you’ve still got some fight left and that you’re just a warrior at heart. Good show. See the problem you have here Taz, and I ain’t wanting to belittle you okay? The problem is the only feasible reason I can see you are stepping through those ropes is because you apparently want to get your fucking head caved in.
You served the country with honour and pride, go you. Top marksman? Infantry? Maybe Medic corps. No? Oh that’s right you were probably working in the pissing cafeteria. Your fellow marines came back from service unadjusted and unsociable. Seeing every man in a turban and trying to reach for that imaginary trigger, whereas you motherfucker you saw some traumatising sights didn’t you. I heard that you got honourable discharge, PTSD because of a rogue piece of toast popping from a malfunctioning toaster. BAM it hit you square in the head and there you were laid prone and unconscious, no longer able to serve, well serve food anyway. So home you went and now every time you hear a car backfire or a kid playing with firecrackers it brings you back to the harrowing memories of your slightly charred bread related horror. You go into shock when you walk into a fucking bakery. Good god what is your life?
At least that's what I heard.
Joey chuckles
Ayo I can just imagine this guy in his restaurant now, fucking Gordon Ramsey on steroids. He calls his sous chefs ‘The Tazmaniacs’. One of them cuts a piece of lamb wrong and he screams them out. All ‘I didn’t know they stacked shit that high?’ ya know? Then that poor bastard has to run laps round the kitchen and perform twenty cleaver chops on a coconut. What the fuck.
Enjoy your debut Taz. It will be nice ending your career in your first match.
Hank: And Occulo?
Joey: Occulo? Whose cock do you blow? I lied when I said I didn’t know who you were. I know you, I've seen your little videos and let me make some assumptions pardon me.
1. You hate yourself.
2. You hate what you were made to be.
3. You lash out at the world for a sense of injustice and self-entitlement.
4. You embody the people you seem to despise.
…Actually scratch that, you don’t embody them Occulo. You’re just jealous. You’re jealous of people who have a life considered ‘normal’, you’re jealous of people who don’t need to rage against the machine to feel a sense of self-worth or in your case to feel any worth at all. You’re jealous Occulo because unlike you they are happy.
First impressions were made alright Occy, and those buddy ain’t good first impressions to make on anyone. You judge people through your own warped view of reality and that somehow everyone who doesn’t see it your way is what? An idiot? A lesser person? Well check it, those ‘failed medical students’ as you call em better have a basic understanding of how to put a cracked skull together by the time I’m through with you punk.
You make some interesting analogies Occy, you intrigue me. I loved the one about the little helpless prey and how anyone who gets any help is somehow weak; do you see that as truth? Or are you just justifying your own supposed strength because no one ever had the kindness to help you? People are a lot stronger than you give them credit for, I’ve seen pain and I’ve seen suffering. I’ve seen it right up close and I can see it behind your glaze of uncaring. You want help, you want comfort. You just want a friend. Well I’ll be your friend.
The same hand I’ll reach out for friendship I’ll beat you to death with.
Take your little Rorschach impressions and shove em up ya pussy. Where do faggots like you get off? Don’t dare to talk down to me motherfucker, I’ll take your own little anti-establishment crusade and send it flying straight off the roof it started on, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Yet. Oh wait what time is it? Time to talk about another shitty analogy. You were spot on here though, your predator is coming.
Joey sniffs the air.
Joey: What’s that I smell, ahh fuck.
He sniffs again.
Joey: Vulnerability
Again.
Joey: Desperation.
One final time, then he smiles.
Joey: Fear. You better be used to that struggle and you better have lived every day of your life with that as your mantra, because you’re in the water with a nosebleed and Jaws is circling. You’re weak, and I’m going to tear you to fucking shreds.
Hank: Don’t mince your words.
Joey: Do I do that?
Hank: I was being sarcastic.
Joey: Oh were you?
Hank: Enough! Any final thoughts Joey, what ARE the fans going to see? What are your goals with this matchup?
Joey: Interesting talk isn’t it? Speculation afire! To be fair I couldn’t care less who I was matched up with, I’m not going in there to hurt anyone, but if they wanna hurt me I wouldn’t begrudge em, hell I’d encourage it. But fuck it, I ain’t fought in years, it’ll be a nice little test for me regardless, I’ll either pass with flying colours or fail miserably as I’m sure many, such are yourself are expecting. People expect nothing of either me or of this match, so why should I waste my time on jabbering on with worthless threats and promises, so the only promise I make, is that what you see on Sunday, one way or the other will be something that will stay in your memory more than anything else on this show, whether you see me beaten, humbled and humiliated or just maybe I’ll be able to show a little something that little bit special, something that will get the flashbulbs flickering and the people screaming, something they can tell all their friends they were there to see. Well, we’ll shortly find out which it’s gonna be aren’t we Hank?
Hank: Well, certainly an interesting viewpoint here from Mr Flash, I can’t see him living up to any of what he just said, but regardless it should be a somewhat entertaining low level fight. I’m Hank Brown here with Joey Flash, thank you.
CUT
It was the first time in over a year since Joey Flash was able to finally look at himself, and he winced at how pathetic had had become. Resting his forehead on the mirror he took a deep breath before backing up and looking at himself, the body he used to laugh and liken to being that of the gods was now wasted and scarred. He brushed his hair back and threw a weak punch in the air, finding no snap that was once there. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Looking around the small locker room that has been given to him he couldn’t suppress a thin smile. To be reduced to this was one thing, for others to see it, for others to recognise it, was another. The pain of inferiority, of helplessness had dogged him all his time in exile, away from his passion, away from his home, away from her...
Joey pulled his old faded Rocky shirt on ‘Italian Stallion!’ not anymore, he thought. He picked his baseball cap from the cheap bench next to his locker and span it onto his head. He glanced at his watch and sighed. It’s almost time, finally to be back...
Time to put on your brave face.
On camera!
The weasel looking man stood proud in his suit with a smug smile on his face outside another locker room.
Man: Ladies and gentleman and welcome to WCF television, I’m Hank Brown roving reporter and everyone’s one stop shop for information and the latest goss’ on the ‘superstars’. You can catch up with the latest on BMZ, the place where the truth is told! Speaking of superstars by the way, we do unfortunately ladies and gentlemen NOT have one for you here today, we have one of the least heralded additions to the roster that a lot of you probably haven’t even heard alone about, lest care. Alas it is my duty to educate all you wonderful people about all of our employees, no matter how dull or uninteresting.
He rapped on the door twice and stood, the smile still fixed to his face. The door slowly opened and a man stepped out, his shaggy hair and stubble making Hank recoil in disgust. He turned to the camera.
Hank: Great, we got another cleaner, wonderful. Look sir can you get out of the camera shot, we’re filming here.
Joey stared at him for a few moments.
Joey: Huh, you want an interview?
Hank laughed: Yes I’m working for Homeless Monthly, how are you sir? Of course I’m not, you bum! Now get outta here, and get a job! I’m looking for Johnny Flash.
Joey: Joey Flash.
Hank: Huh?
He fumbled for his info card about the wrestler.
Hank: Right. JOEY! Sorry, I don’t know about the bottom feeders here.
Joey: Aight cool, I got you. Fire away
Hank: Uhhhh?
Joey: I’m your man, what’s your name?
Hank: Hah, think I’m going to fall for that one fool? You won’t be belittling me telling me you don’t know what my name is. I am one step ahead.
Joey: I’ll belittle you by calling you a cunt though.
Hank:…Hank Brown.
Joey: Was that so hard?
Hank turned to the camera once more, smile still glued to his chops.
Hank: Hank Brown reporting exclusively for WCF TV, here with Joey Flash, who as expected doesn’t really look up to much! So Joey not many people here know much about you, I can see why now, but perhaps you could fill us in, who is Joey Flash?
Joey: Well, cunt, instead I’ll give the fans a little treat, ‘A cunt’s tale, the story of a smart mouthed little runt whose balls come from his cheap suit and microphone who has the magical power of looking like a cross between a suckling meth baby and a mutated halfwit whilst still being able to string semi-coherent sentences of drivel together without a modicum of accuracy’ Will you enjoy that tale?
Hank steps up to Joey angrily.
Hank: My name is Hank you son of a bitch.
Joey smiles.
Joey: Sorry, I don’t remember the names of bottom feeders in this company.
Then leans in toward Hank.
Joey: But take one more step toward me and I won’t hesitate to put you through the fucking wall.
Hank went a shade of a red: E-enough with your jokes! Please Joey, we want to know more about you.
Flash smiled: Do you like stories Hank?
Hank looks at the ground.
Hank: Not if they’re like the last one.
Joey: No this one isn’t as pathetic as the last one, it’s about me not you buddy.
Hank: Okay.
Joey: So, like you’ve read a book this year?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Fuck, assuming too much. Seen a film then?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Watched a story driven show on television?
Hank shakes his head.
Joey: Okay what the fuck? Watched any television?
Hank nods.
Joey: Any television that doesn’t involve one of the following: Real Housewives, Honey Boo Boo, 16 and pregnant, Catfish, Glee, Americas Next Top Model, American Idol, Teen Mom, Jersey Shore and Keeping up with the Kardashians?
Hank pauses for a long time and shamefully shakes his head no. Joey’s jaw drops in incredulity.
Hank: But, but, but, I did watch Twilight when it came out. Enjoyed Harry Potter too and between you and me I’ve heard good things about 50 Shades of Grey, looking forward to that one.
Joey: Did you know Hank, it’s very interesting that you could have just kept your mouth shut and seemed quite well adjusted, a person who entertains themselves and enjoys the company of others. Instead you have in one fell swoop confirmed how much a blithering mind numbing insufferable bastard you really are. Wow. How did you do it?
Joey sighs
Flash: Anyway, I did actually have a point I was planning on building to before you rudely injected a helping of retardation, as I was saying, so learning about Joey Flash prematurely is like when you watch a new episode of your favourite show, or new film in a trilogy, it’s better going into them without any prior knowledge, where ya don’t know what’s going on or what the deal is. So when you actually see the tale unfold, you are left speechless, astounded and in the end satisfied. I’ll tell my tale in the ring, whether it’s a happy ending for you or not, who knows. You know I’m not going to tell you what will happen in a Joey Flash match just like I wouldn’t tell people stood in line to watch Usual Suspects who Keyser Soze is, I’m not an unkind man. Actually, I probably am, SPOILER ALERT, Joey Flash wins…and Kevin Spacey.
Hank: Why did you have to ruin i-, enough of this nonsense, care to tell us about yourself then, the MAN that is Joey Flash.
Joey stares at Hank for a moment and seems to be thinking hard: I’m a big headed piece of shit who no one likes, I’m ignorant, cause trouble for everyone I ever meet, I’m a liar, a cheat and have no honour, and I care for money and glory instead of recognition and respect. That Hank about sums me up.
Hank looked dumbfounded before regaining himself.
Hank: What?
Joey shrugged
Joey: Thought I’d tell the truth. Hmm, maybe I lied. Dunno
Hank: Seems pretty truthful to me. Okay...well! This Sunday night you enter the WCF for your inaugural match. What a wonderful, wonderful organization you will have the prestigious honour of taking part in; this has to be an exciting time for a novice such as yourself, your thoughts?
Joey: What?
Hank: You’re in a triple threat against fellow newcomers Occulo and Taz Taylor!
Joey: Oh my god, wh-
Hank: You seem awfully ignorant here Mr Flash, surely you have received notice of your match?
Joey: Uh, dunno.
Hank: Well, you are being informed now sir, your thoughts?
Joey shrugs: My thoughts? Hmmmm...
Hank: On the match.
Joey: I’m ignorant, not stupid.
Hank: Oh. My mistake.
Joey: I seem to make my living from beating the defenceless, weak and/or mentally impotent.
Hank: Excuse me?!
Joey: Doesn’t matter Hank, so two rookies eh?
Hank: That’s right! How embarrassing a loss would be Mr Flash, personally I expect a loss for you, but let’s give these fans some hope to cling on to this will be a good match!
Joey: I shall ignore the urge to slam your face through the wall Hanky, hey lemme ask you something. You think I’m gonna lose this?
Hank looks Joey up and down: Yes.
Joey: Well that’s really put the fear into me, the fact that a man with the intelligence of a ready salted slug believes I will lose. Look, as far as I’m concerned, any match I were to have right now would be nothing more than a tune up, you know, get the feel of the ring again. I could be across the ring from Jesus himself and this match would serve the exact same purpose to me as it does against these two guys, I ain’t promising a show, I ain’t promising to blow anyone away with my performance, I’m gonna put my work in, get sharp and just see what I can do.
Hank: Quite defeatist there Mr I am the best. Mr Spoiler alert. Do you have anything to say to the men you’re going to be facing on Sunday? Or are you brushing this question off?
Joey: I would if I knew who they were.
Hank hands Joey a set of info cards. Joey studies them intently.
Joey: So let me get this straight aight? I’m facing a fucking chef and a wackjob who sits on roofs bemoaning the state of his life? Grand.
Lemme get this straight, Taz bro, you’re a successful entrepreneur who can enjoy his own lovely life in the lap of luxury, spend all the time with the wife and kids and yet you want to step through these ropes for what reason exactly? Fame and glory? Groupies and money?
Joey begins clapping.
Maybe hey, maybe you’re just a fierce former marine who is missing the thrill in his life. Maybe you want to prove you’ve still got some fight left and that you’re just a warrior at heart. Good show. See the problem you have here Taz, and I ain’t wanting to belittle you okay? The problem is the only feasible reason I can see you are stepping through those ropes is because you apparently want to get your fucking head caved in.
You served the country with honour and pride, go you. Top marksman? Infantry? Maybe Medic corps. No? Oh that’s right you were probably working in the pissing cafeteria. Your fellow marines came back from service unadjusted and unsociable. Seeing every man in a turban and trying to reach for that imaginary trigger, whereas you motherfucker you saw some traumatising sights didn’t you. I heard that you got honourable discharge, PTSD because of a rogue piece of toast popping from a malfunctioning toaster. BAM it hit you square in the head and there you were laid prone and unconscious, no longer able to serve, well serve food anyway. So home you went and now every time you hear a car backfire or a kid playing with firecrackers it brings you back to the harrowing memories of your slightly charred bread related horror. You go into shock when you walk into a fucking bakery. Good god what is your life?
At least that's what I heard.
Joey chuckles
Ayo I can just imagine this guy in his restaurant now, fucking Gordon Ramsey on steroids. He calls his sous chefs ‘The Tazmaniacs’. One of them cuts a piece of lamb wrong and he screams them out. All ‘I didn’t know they stacked shit that high?’ ya know? Then that poor bastard has to run laps round the kitchen and perform twenty cleaver chops on a coconut. What the fuck.
Enjoy your debut Taz. It will be nice ending your career in your first match.
Hank: And Occulo?
Joey: Occulo? Whose cock do you blow? I lied when I said I didn’t know who you were. I know you, I've seen your little videos and let me make some assumptions pardon me.
1. You hate yourself.
2. You hate what you were made to be.
3. You lash out at the world for a sense of injustice and self-entitlement.
4. You embody the people you seem to despise.
…Actually scratch that, you don’t embody them Occulo. You’re just jealous. You’re jealous of people who have a life considered ‘normal’, you’re jealous of people who don’t need to rage against the machine to feel a sense of self-worth or in your case to feel any worth at all. You’re jealous Occulo because unlike you they are happy.
First impressions were made alright Occy, and those buddy ain’t good first impressions to make on anyone. You judge people through your own warped view of reality and that somehow everyone who doesn’t see it your way is what? An idiot? A lesser person? Well check it, those ‘failed medical students’ as you call em better have a basic understanding of how to put a cracked skull together by the time I’m through with you punk.
You make some interesting analogies Occy, you intrigue me. I loved the one about the little helpless prey and how anyone who gets any help is somehow weak; do you see that as truth? Or are you just justifying your own supposed strength because no one ever had the kindness to help you? People are a lot stronger than you give them credit for, I’ve seen pain and I’ve seen suffering. I’ve seen it right up close and I can see it behind your glaze of uncaring. You want help, you want comfort. You just want a friend. Well I’ll be your friend.
The same hand I’ll reach out for friendship I’ll beat you to death with.
Take your little Rorschach impressions and shove em up ya pussy. Where do faggots like you get off? Don’t dare to talk down to me motherfucker, I’ll take your own little anti-establishment crusade and send it flying straight off the roof it started on, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Yet. Oh wait what time is it? Time to talk about another shitty analogy. You were spot on here though, your predator is coming.
Joey sniffs the air.
Joey: What’s that I smell, ahh fuck.
He sniffs again.
Joey: Vulnerability
Again.
Joey: Desperation.
One final time, then he smiles.
Joey: Fear. You better be used to that struggle and you better have lived every day of your life with that as your mantra, because you’re in the water with a nosebleed and Jaws is circling. You’re weak, and I’m going to tear you to fucking shreds.
Hank: Don’t mince your words.
Joey: Do I do that?
Hank: I was being sarcastic.
Joey: Oh were you?
Hank: Enough! Any final thoughts Joey, what ARE the fans going to see? What are your goals with this matchup?
Joey: Interesting talk isn’t it? Speculation afire! To be fair I couldn’t care less who I was matched up with, I’m not going in there to hurt anyone, but if they wanna hurt me I wouldn’t begrudge em, hell I’d encourage it. But fuck it, I ain’t fought in years, it’ll be a nice little test for me regardless, I’ll either pass with flying colours or fail miserably as I’m sure many, such are yourself are expecting. People expect nothing of either me or of this match, so why should I waste my time on jabbering on with worthless threats and promises, so the only promise I make, is that what you see on Sunday, one way or the other will be something that will stay in your memory more than anything else on this show, whether you see me beaten, humbled and humiliated or just maybe I’ll be able to show a little something that little bit special, something that will get the flashbulbs flickering and the people screaming, something they can tell all their friends they were there to see. Well, we’ll shortly find out which it’s gonna be aren’t we Hank?
Hank: Well, certainly an interesting viewpoint here from Mr Flash, I can’t see him living up to any of what he just said, but regardless it should be a somewhat entertaining low level fight. I’m Hank Brown here with Joey Flash, thank you.
CUT
