A NEW YEAR A NEW YOU

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SNOW.

Not the typical snow that is associated with this time of year.  A black and white monitor  flicks and flashes as it pumps out the undeniable sound of white noise that accompanies the static snow being viewed.  The monitor cuts out and the screen turns to a solid grey wash.  In the upper left hand corner of the screen three letters appear. 

REC. 

An image flashes on to the screen.  A man slouched in a chair.  His head is hung and his face is hidden by his long dark hair.  At first glance you would think this was a cadaver, however the subtle chest movements from his breathing suggest otherwise. 

Voice:  Please state your name

Man:....

Voice:  State Your Name!

Man:.....

BUZZZZ click click click. Buzzz.....

The sound reminiscent  of a  bug zapper echos from the monitor as the man begins to convulsive violently in reaction to the noise. 

BUZZ....

The buzzing stops as abruptly as it started.  It was effective in getting results as the nonresponsive man is now alert and looking about the room.  the face that was once hidden is now grimacing in pain.  The contorted face is that of Patrilli albeit a hagared version.  He is bound to a metal chair by a leather strap across his chest and matching straps at his wrists keeping his arms restrained. 

Voice:  Now that I got your attention.  Please state your name. 

Patrilli:  my name is ....   Patrilli.  What am I doing here?

Voice: Is it now, well then.  I was curious  myself what are you doing here or any of us for that matter?  Are you here because of your mommy and Daddy,are you here because(in a fake crying whiney voice) you got no place else to go?  Or perhaps you are here because of your dear old friend Mr. Fountaine?


Patrilli sat in the chair listening as the voice invoked though he hadn't thought of before.  Thoughts that could ultimately change who he was forever. 


Voice:  Yes, that is it.  It must be Mr. Fountaine.  How else do you explain a man waking in a car with no memory finding his way in the WCF.  I mean professional wrestling can be a rather nasty business.  I would assume someone with limited memory that it could be even worse. 

Patrilli:  Well I suppose I hold my own.  I mean I have won some matches. 

Voice: ahh yes matches.  I almost forgot you do have a match this week on slam.  I believe it is against Vengeance.  Right?  Please tell me what is your take on Vengeance?

Patrilli:  Vengeance.  What do you want me to say.

Voice. Anything,  jesus for having to fight the guy you are rather boring about it.  Dear lord have some passion.

Patrilli:  Passion?  You think I have no passion. It is a little hard to have passion when I am facing Vengance.  He has recently made is career of beating nobodies.  Look at his list of recent victories.    Hunter Ryan, Jason Xavier, Terry Mcquire, Craven Blackwood.  How can I respect a man who beat people that he describes as "a man with lady parts?  Congrats Vengeance you beat up a Tranny.  I suppose if I were Caitlin Jenner I would have something to worry about.  Let's not forget Vengance, you went on and on about Xavier being an illegal immigrant crossing the border.  Again another impressive feat beating a mule fucking wet back.  Vengance, you are a fucking legend.  Let's face it Vengance you are nothing more then the gatekeeper of the WCF.  You have been here forever with shit to show for it.  You lost your people's title shot.  You weren't deemed worthy enough for you T.V title shot.  Then at ONE you go out there and lose to wrestler who hasn't seen the mat in months.   Although Vengeance I do have to give you some credit, you have beaten Zmac in a hardcore match.  You did also beat Legion. Those are not easy wins so the question I have to ask myself is which Vengance will I get the one who beats main eventers or the one who chokes and can only beat a sheep fucking tranny!  Well don't worry I know which one will show up.  You showed your hand to soon. While you always seem to be on twitter and jobber jabbing about God knows what this time you slipped.   2016 brings new opportunities.  You got that right.   Only issue is you're already hyping this match up to much.  You're already putting pressure on yourself.  We all know how you handle pressure.  Don't worry though, Vengeance when Sunday rolls around and you're in the middle of the ring choking worse then you did against Atreau, or Teo, or any other big match you've had, I will be there to hoist your sorry as up and put you out of your misery.  You see once I hit you with the Eraser you'll be just that....Erased.


The monitor's feed cuts and the screen goes back to snow.  Patrilli is sitting in his chair alone in a room that would best be described as hybrid mix of an ER and an interogation room decorated with dingy floors and grime white ceramic tile walls. A mirror runs the length of the room to his left.  Reflecting the images of medieval medical devices that hang on the opposite side of Patrlli.  In front of Patrilli is a desk on top of it is video camera, whose blinking red light and spotlight had just turned off as he finished speaking.  Behind Patrilli there is a break in the white ceramic tile while for a door.  The door swings open flooding he opening with white florescent light.  A slow clap fills the room as a figure walks through the door. 


CLAP.       CLAP.       CLAP.   CLAP..


The figure exits the light and walks around to the desk in front of Patrilli.  He pushes the camera of the desk with one motion sending crashing to the floor.  In the same motion he pulls out a chair and sits in it.  Patrilli is now sitting face to face with K.L. Henson. ....


K.L.  sits quietly rolling his fingers in a tapping motion on the desk as he sits there and examines and thinks about his next move. 


Patrilli:  You Mother Fucker.....

Patrilli is interrupted by K.L as he holds up his index finger while shushing him. 

K.L. Henson:  Is that any way to make a first impression. How are you ever going to get a job with interview skills like that. No that won't do one bit.  

Patrilli:  What the ruck are you talking abou.....

BUZZZZ.  CLICK  CLICK. CLICK. BUZZZ...

The bug zapperesche noise fills the room again as Patrilli's body seizes. 


K.L. Henson:  There you go again.  all aggression no real thoughts.  What do you think this all is? 

Hensen's arm raise, revealing a remote device that has a thumb trigger on it, as he gestures to the room they are in.   He removes his thumb from the trigger and Patrilli's body instantly releases from its tensed state. 

K.L.:  Now where were we.  Ahh yes.  Interview.  You see this is what the mindless sheep of the corporate  world would call a hostile takeover.  You see Mr. Fountaine was taken control off and all his assets are now under my control. Which means you are now under my control.  The only thing that I am wondering is do I want you.

K.L Henson goes back to tapping his fingers methodically on the desk. 

Patrilli:  What did you do to Fountaine and Preecha? 

K.L.:  Well that is the thing about hostile takeovers they tend to be well... hostile sometimes their are casualties.  Mr. Fountaine is fine and is playing nicely.  As for Preecha well,  I am sure he will pull through at some point.  Anywho, this still doesn't answer my question what am I to do with you...


Patrilli:  what do you mean want me?  I am not a piece of....


BUZZZ CLICK CLICK. CLICK. BUZZZ...


K.L. Henson:  Shhhh.

Patrilli suffers another does of the electrified chair that he is sitting in. 


K.L.  You do pose some interesting qualities and I am curious about all this lack of memory stuff.  However you and Preecha were close and judging from all your rage I am sure you would love nothing more then to snap my neck once released.    This is New Year.  So why not a New Year a New You as they would say.  We are going to have to make some changes....


A large amount of time pasted.  Hours, Days, Weeks.  Patrilli couldn't be sure.  After all the chair that he was strapped to had a funny way of making seconds feel like years.   I suppose pain does that to a man. Or as K.L. would state, during what he called the "Sessions", Time is irrelevant, all that is, isn't.  You perceive because you have been taught that way.  In the same room as the two were before, sits a man in a chair.  He is slouched over and nonresponsive.  On the ground all around him is clippings of hair, long and brown.  

BUZZZZ. CLICK. CLICK.  CLICK.   BUZZZ....


The man in the chair springs up from his slumber state and sits at attention.  In the seat where Patrilli sat sits someone different.  Minus the dried blood and bruising the face is the same.  The eyes, the gateway to soul.  If you looked in to Patrilli's eyes you would see a confused man torn by right and wrong, unsure of his surroundings and his duties.  The man that now sits in the chair has much different eyes.  A much different soul.  He is a man that  has conviction.  He does not bother with right or wrong just absolutes.  He is the be all and end all.  He is the punishment for the weak.  He the Hamer and everyone else is the nail. 

The man's blank stare is broken by the voice coming from the intercom.  The same voice that once questioned him in the begining. 

Voice:  Hello.  Please state your name.

Man:  I am Mr. Holden.

Voice: very good and indeed you are.  Now tell me Mr. Holden do you know why your name is that?

Mr. HOLDEN:  Mr. Holden is strong, he is the one who brings punishment to all.

Voice:  Good but there is more.  You see the name Patrilli, (the man's face angers at the sound of his old name) was a weak one attached to a weak person.  A person who barely beat Adam young.  A person who was bothered by twitter and verbal battling.  It was Patrilli who ones called a man a tapioca eating mother fucker.  While this is assuming it does nothing.  No? Mr. Holden is the man of action.  So while Patrilli called out Venagnce, it is Mr. Holden who will put him down.  You see New Years Resolutions are for faggots and quiters.  While people can talk about being better in 2016 or ever.  Nothing will ever change.  Why is that?  Well because they didn't change they justice the idea of puffing out their chest and telling the world they have a big dick.  Well Mr. HOLDEN you are the man who has the big dick.  You are the man who will break all the weak sheep and followers.  You are MR. HOLDEN!  Now tell me what do you think of Venagnce now, the man who thinks he will break you in the ring on Slam.

MR. Holden:   Venagnce,  I am afraid you missed your opportunity.  You see that weak soul Patrilli,that once existed, is no longer.  K.L. Henson has let me see who I am.  There is no Patrilli to give a last rites to.  There is no Patrilli to measure ducks with on tiwitter.  There is only Mr. Holden.  I intend to break your will and to open your eyes to the truth.  The truth that you are a pretender.  The truth you are no different than the man who lost at one.  The truth that you are nothing more than a gatekeeper and I am coming. When we meet on Sunday I will not only be knocking on the door I will be kicking that bitch off the hinges.  Don't worry though Venagnce after this match you will be thanking me.  This will be the match that made your lackluster career memorable.  After pin you the WVG Galaxy will no longer remember you as the choke artist.  They won't even remember you as the next step after Adam Young.  No, after slam they will remember you as the guy who was broken half by MR. HOLDEN.

The restraints on Mr. Holden's  chair release and he stands up with a smirk on his face.  He walks over a d palms the lens of the camera. 


Cut to black....