Post by Tim on Jan 28, 2012 6:54:20 GMT -5
The scene starts in an apartment. Joel Hall is looking outside the window. He is wearing a black trenchcoat with black jeans and shoes.
"Another day, another death. Only this time, there will be multiple deaths."
Suddenly, he receives a phone call on his cellphone. He takes it out and looks to see who it is.
"Wonder who could that be?"
He looks to see it's an anonymous number. Curious, he answers it.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Mr. Hall. I am calling to interview you about your WCF match at Payback. This is Jeff Morisson, freelance journalist."
"You looking for an appointment with me? I'm kinda busy for the moment."
"It's really important, you know. We are trying to get ways to hype up the PPV."
Joel thinks about it for a moment.
"How about...NO! Look, I'm busy now and I don't have to deal with this bullcrap. So you can fuck off and all!"
Joel ends the call.
"Tabloid douchebags."
He turns around and looks at the camera.
"And what are you smiling at? You think I'm gonna lose this one? I'll payback Seth Lerch when my fist touches his ugly face. And just because he's WCF's authority figure, doesn't mean he can back out on a challenge made by me. If I don't see him at the match, I'll find him. And when I do..."
Joel cracks his knuckles.
"Oblivion and D-Day? They have also embraced the hate from Seth and his goons MS-13. Gravedigger? He needs someone else to dig his grave for him. I'll leave that to Oblivion and his darkness. Chester? Sounds like a jabroni in the making. D-Day can step up to that. And what does the 13 stand for? Probably when we kick their monkey asses, they'll go on a 13 loss streak. Starting at Payback."
"Many people call me 'the former El Mideo Extremo'. Well, stop it! He's already dead! Now it's a new chapter called "Xtreme Fear". Live with it!"
When Joel goes to look through the window, he sees someone else that resembles El Mideo Extremo. He turns around to respond, but the reflection turns out to be real as El Mideo holds him by the neck. Joel's adrenaline is starting to rise.
"FUCK!"
"I'm never dead. I still live inside your head. You can't kill me. I can kill you!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
"You forgot that couple of seconds ago? It's me. El Mideo Extremo!"
"YOUR REAL NAME, GODDAMNIT!!!"
"You're so fucking stupid. I'm you, remember?"
Joel spits at him.
"BULLSHIT!!!"
"You don't get it, do you?"
"SETH, STOP PLAYING GAMES AND TAKE THAT GODDAMN MASK OFF!!!"
There was a long silence. Joel was sweating and "El Mideo" was still holding him by the neck, without any movement. Suddenly, the silence was broken by "El Mideo's" chuckle.
"The reason why you're in that match is because of me. I am the personification of your hate. I want you to embrace the hate you have on Seth Lerch. You will destroy everyone in that ring. Your enemies, your allies..."
"El Mideo" lowers his head to whisper into Joel's ear.
"...yourself."
He lets go of Joel's neck and leaves. As he leaves, he looks back.
"Nikushimi o ukeireru, matawa sore ni yotte hakai sa reru."
"El Mideo" vanishes. Joel, still sweating from the tension, is in shock.
"Another day, another death. Only this time, there will be multiple deaths."
Suddenly, he receives a phone call on his cellphone. He takes it out and looks to see who it is.
"Wonder who could that be?"
He looks to see it's an anonymous number. Curious, he answers it.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Mr. Hall. I am calling to interview you about your WCF match at Payback. This is Jeff Morisson, freelance journalist."
"You looking for an appointment with me? I'm kinda busy for the moment."
"It's really important, you know. We are trying to get ways to hype up the PPV."
Joel thinks about it for a moment.
"How about...NO! Look, I'm busy now and I don't have to deal with this bullcrap. So you can fuck off and all!"
Joel ends the call.
"Tabloid douchebags."
He turns around and looks at the camera.
"And what are you smiling at? You think I'm gonna lose this one? I'll payback Seth Lerch when my fist touches his ugly face. And just because he's WCF's authority figure, doesn't mean he can back out on a challenge made by me. If I don't see him at the match, I'll find him. And when I do..."
Joel cracks his knuckles.
"Oblivion and D-Day? They have also embraced the hate from Seth and his goons MS-13. Gravedigger? He needs someone else to dig his grave for him. I'll leave that to Oblivion and his darkness. Chester? Sounds like a jabroni in the making. D-Day can step up to that. And what does the 13 stand for? Probably when we kick their monkey asses, they'll go on a 13 loss streak. Starting at Payback."
"Many people call me 'the former El Mideo Extremo'. Well, stop it! He's already dead! Now it's a new chapter called "Xtreme Fear". Live with it!"
When Joel goes to look through the window, he sees someone else that resembles El Mideo Extremo. He turns around to respond, but the reflection turns out to be real as El Mideo holds him by the neck. Joel's adrenaline is starting to rise.
"FUCK!"
"I'm never dead. I still live inside your head. You can't kill me. I can kill you!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
"You forgot that couple of seconds ago? It's me. El Mideo Extremo!"
"YOUR REAL NAME, GODDAMNIT!!!"
"You're so fucking stupid. I'm you, remember?"
Joel spits at him.
"BULLSHIT!!!"
"You don't get it, do you?"
"SETH, STOP PLAYING GAMES AND TAKE THAT GODDAMN MASK OFF!!!"
There was a long silence. Joel was sweating and "El Mideo" was still holding him by the neck, without any movement. Suddenly, the silence was broken by "El Mideo's" chuckle.
"The reason why you're in that match is because of me. I am the personification of your hate. I want you to embrace the hate you have on Seth Lerch. You will destroy everyone in that ring. Your enemies, your allies..."
"El Mideo" lowers his head to whisper into Joel's ear.
"...yourself."
He lets go of Joel's neck and leaves. As he leaves, he looks back.
"Nikushimi o ukeireru, matawa sore ni yotte hakai sa reru."
"El Mideo" vanishes. Joel, still sweating from the tension, is in shock.
