Post by Raymond Hatcher on Jan 31, 2016 17:48:02 GMT -5
***We open on Raymond Hatcher, his eyes look fierce and determined set off by his sleak Ermenegildo Zegna suit. From inside a car he barrels down the road at break-neck speed. Hatcher’s doesn’t reach for the phone instead saying to himself.***
Hatcher: Yeah, I’m coming.
***Hatcher slides up to a house, the place is in a decent neighborhood, but a bit run down. Off in the distance we hear a siren screeching, no it’s the whales of a young petite twenty-something girl running from a house behind her is a huge man covered in tattoos and hair. The big man charges out of the house searching around screaming.***
Disgruntled Gentlemen: Where are you motherfucker?!
***Suddenly the crazed man starts hollering at Hatcher.***
Disgruntled Gentlemen: Did you fuck my wife too?!
***Hatcher looks a bit startled when the man starts to charge him.***
Hatcher: Fuck, here we go.
***Hatcher gets into a fighting stance, as the man charges in. The big man throws a punch, Hatcher ducks and shoots for his leg taking him to his back. Raymond starts raining down massive forearms to the man’s face, but this guy is big and tough; and he rolls Hatcher onto his back. The massive man proceeds to clobber Hatcher, but Hatcher moves quickly and slips from under the big man’s blows. Hatcher wraps the man quickly into an STF, the big guy has nowhere to go. Raymond starts stretching the man as hard as he can in the middle of the front lawn. We suddenly see this body come tumbling down from the second floor onto Hatcher. The body quickly stands up and it’s Hatcher’s cousin Sam decked out in nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
The weight of Sam’s body falling breaks up what would have been a submission. Hatcher climbs to his feet and grabs his shoulder. Sam dodges for the car followed behind by Hatcher, the big man is still holding his leg trying to get to his feet as Hatcher screeches off into the distance. Sam is still getting his pants on when Hatcher starts scolding him.***
Hatcher: What the fuck was that all about?
Sam: Hey, I didn’t know she was married.
Hatcher: Bullshit.
Sam: Yeah, so what if I did. It’s a good thing you were in Philly.
Hatcher: Yeah, what a good thing, I love having a two hundred pound idiot fall two stories onto my already fucked up shoulder.
Sam: Got a bad, shoulder, it’s probably from all that wrestling.
Hatcher: Yeah, no shit it it’s from fucking wrestling.
Sam: Hey, sorry man, didn’t mean to tick you off.
Hatcher: A thank would be nice.
Sam: You mean, I’m sorry, and I said it already.
Hatcher: No, a thank you for rescuing your ass…again.
Sam: Hey yeah, thanks, that dude was gonna murder me. Shit, I thought he was gonna murder you at one point.
Hatcher: Yeah, I had him covered.
Sam: No shit you did, you made that dude tap like a lil’ bitch.
Hatcher: Yeah it was real great.
***Hatcher rolls his eyes as he continues driving down the road.***
Sam: what’s wrong with your shoulder anyway?
Hatcher: I fell through a ladder.
Sam: Holy shit, yeah, I saw that. It was wild that match was dope, Kemp and Rabid were killing it.
Hatcher: Yeah thanks.
Sam: I mean it sucks you didn’t win, but fucking the Beach Krew are tight, I love that shit.
Hatcher: Yeah, they’re real great. So what was going on with that chick back there?
Sam: Just some girl I’ve been chilling with. Looks like her husband came home early from the Navy. I guess he wanted to surprise her.
Hatcher: It seems like he’s the one who got the surprise.
Sam: I know, right?
Hatcher: So what was there not enough single girls in Philly?
Sam: I went through all of them already.
Hatcher: Maybe you should spread your search outside of Philadelphia.
Sam: I’ve been going up and down the coast.
Hatcher: And you landed here.
Sam: For now.
Hatcher: So that’s what you’ve been doing since the whole Maggie thing.
Sam: Her name was Sara.
Hatcher: Yeah, I know.
***The car gets so quiet we can hear the tires rolling colliding with the ground, Sam stares out the window a long look on his face.***
Hatcher: Hey, dude, it sucks, but you’ll get over her.
Sam: Ha, I am over her.
Hatcher: Yeah, sure, I know. It must be nice shacking up with whatever girl will take you.
Sam: Not any girl, you know I only go with the cute ones.
Hatcher: Your taste in women tends to be a sliding scale completely determined by how high and or drunk you are.
Sam: Yeah, but I’ve still got standards.
Hatcher: Yeah, you’ve got standards, just really low ones.
Sam: Yeah, whatever you say. So what are you doing in Philly anyway?
Hatcher: Pay per view.
Sam: Oh yeah, who’ya facin’.
Hatcher: Vengeance.
Sam: Oh that crow wannabe dude.
Hatcher: Yeah that guy.
Sam: Damn, that dude is big, he’s gonna fuck you up.
Hatcher: Shut up dickhead.
Sam: Ha ha, come on I’m just fuckin’ with’ya.
Hatcher: It’s kind of an important match, my big return to the ring, the contendership to the US Title is up for grabs,
Sam: O yeah, good luck with that shit. We should get something to eat, I’m starvin’.
Hatcher: There’s a restaurant at the hotel.
Sam: Come on hit up a drive-thru, I want some Arby’s.
Hatcher: I’m not going to Arby’s.
Sam: Come on, what’s your problem with Arby’s?
Hatcher: I don’t have a problem with Arby’s it’s just been a long night and I have a big day tomorrow.
Sam: Why? What’s tomorrow?
Hatcher: The pay per view.
Sam: O’ right.
Hatcher: I’ll grab you a room for the night, but you have to figure out somewhere to stay, I’m not going to be in Philly for long.
Sam: You should get me tickets to the pay per view.
Hatcher: Why would I want to do that?
Sam: Why not? While you’re in town you might as well hang out with your favorite cousin.
Hatcher: Look, Sam, I’m going to be really busy, and no offense, but you are lot to handle.
Sam: What are you talking about? You love having me around. Come on, Ray be cool, get me in there.
Hatcher: The last time I got you in, your buddy stole the TV Title and tried to sell it.
Sam: O’ he’s was just screwing around, he wasn’t really going to sell it.
Hatcher: Yeah, I’m sure he wasn’t.
Sam: Come on, for old time sake.
Hatcher: Fine, I’ll get you some tickets, but don’t pull any stunts tonight.
Sam: Me, never, I’ll be low key.
Hatcher: You better be, don’t screw this up for me.
Sam: Cuz, don’t worry. Hey you got satellite radio!
***Sam starts manipulating the nods on the radio as the scene fades to black.***
***The scene opens in the locker room at Fifteen. We see Raymond Hatcher in his wrestling gear and a t-shirt, he’s taping up his left shoulder. Hatcher has a stern, resolute smile on his face as he begins to speak.***
Hatcher: From top to bottom this card at Fifteen is sleek and sexy. Amongst all the mayhem from Final Destination to Volcanos, TV Titles to People’s Titles to Retirements to Jayson Price to Jayson fucking Price versus Wade Moore for the World title; amongst all this pop and pageantry that is this year’s mega-event, you’ve got this little spot on the card for two men to battle. The battle of two men that already see themselves as champions. I know you look in the mirror Vengeance and you already see the US strap around your waist. Even Harley looks into that mirror and sees himself as champion. I know I see it, Vengeance, staring off into that bathroom mirror every morning. Standing there trying to imagine what the future will look like with the gold around my waist. Tonight at Fifteen won’t be like One. It won’t be like when Young was staring up at those bits of gold and leather just dangling there ready to be claimed. Our great prize ready to be salvaged from the steaming pile of waste that the rest of this tag team division has become. Adam Young had his hands on those belts, they were as good as ours, but no we got slightly detoured. The Gentlemen got thrown off track that night, no problem, I’m ready to set things right here tonight. Three weeks of rehab and I’m ready to restore the proper hierarchy here in the WCF.
Raymond Hatcher’s name goes at the top of the card. You think your name goes up there as well, Vengeance. So we are at an impasse, you want to make a name for yourself? Well, it’s not coming at my expense. I know you’re coming to fight tonight. You want to be number one contender, so do I, it’s just going to be about who wants it more. It’s about who’s willing to give up the most, to make the greatest sacrifice. Vengeance, you don that make-up and you become this great merciless monster, but as of late you’ve shown more of yourself. You’ve come out from behind the face-paint and shown who you are. It’s a classic mistake, you give up your weaknesses. You were right to remain in the shadows, keeping your personal life away from the ring. Once you open yourself up, Vengeance…Harley Rhodes, all the flaws become clear.
You’re changing for the worse, Vengeance. Or is it Harley? Which ones at the helm right now?
While you seem destined for the nuthouse I have never been more focused. You let this alter-ego fry your brain. You’re rambling like Benny Hinn about how there’s a WCF conspiracy to keep you down. No, Vengeance, you getting your ass beat week after week for years is what kept you down you delusional relic. You run around here like some sort of icon with this big bad legacy, but I don’t see the proof. You would think after all this time you would have racked up quite a reputation, that’s what you’d think. You know when I walked into this place nobody was giving you a second glance. I thought you must be some rookie trying to stay out of the way of the real stars.
Come to find out to my great surprise, you’ve been here for fucking ever. What happened, did you never bother to get out of the gym long enough to learn some holds. Tell me, I’m really curious, how does a guy who’s six foot, eight; and three hundred twenty some odd pounds spend six years to not be world champion. Talk about some sort of serious underachieving…or maybe in the more likely case, you were just never that talented. Yeah, God made you big and strong, but when you don’t know what to do with all of it, it doesn’t matter much. Maybe you should take whatever you make on the measily downside of your contract and head off to wrestling school, a place you’ve clearly never seen the inside of. You’re the kind of guy who wouldn’t know a wrist-lock from a wrist-watch. It’s not a big deal though, I’m fixing to teach you a thing or two come tonight.
You’re going to get schooled, and I’m gonna be the teacher, I’m going to educate you on the finer points of this great chess game. And yes, that’s what it is, it’s a chess game, it’s how guys like me beat big hulking brutes like you. Yeah, you’re bigger than me, you’re probably stronger them me, but I’m much, much smarter than you and that’s what’s going to be your undoing. They say the battle is already won before the first-shot is fired, and that certainly is the case here, Vengeance. See, I already have this match won, see my weeks of hard work and planning, training, and training, and training. While you’ve been trying to balance the two sides of yourself. Hey, vengeance, it’s just paint, it has no magical powers, and no matter how hard to try to separate those two parts of your life they intricately intertwined.
I’ve been salivating at the thought of getting into the ring. I’ve been ready, I was ready two weeks ago, seeing your name on the card this past Monday just gave me a more singular focus. Instead of preparing for anybody and everybody, I got the opportunity to focus on you and you alone. I think my strategy is sound, and you’re going to be the test subject for that theory. You get to be the rat in the cage, yeah, it’s unfortunate that you’re gonna get tortured and then unceremoniously put down, but that’s just the nature of this business.
Vengeance, you think you’re a badass because you took it to Dune. Big fucking deal, so did I. I took it to Dune and I beat Joey Flash, where has that gotten me, a match with you at Fifteen. It’s not how I expected to celebrate this company’s great anniversary, but it’ll have to do. Tonight is about celebrating fifteen years, tonight is about celebrating great wrestling. No match will emphasize that more than this one. You want to talk about stealing the show at the biggest show, that’s what’s going to happen here. I hope I don’t get Harley Rhodes out there, I hope I get Vengeance. I hope I get the monster, nothing would satisfy me more. I want you to bring everything you have Vengeance, I wanna prove that I can beat you at your very best. This shoulder won’t stop me from marching around that squared circle like the ring general I am. Tonight is about the future, it’s about going after the title, it’s about building a legacy. For the rest of the WCF tonight it’s about the pass fifteen years, for us, Vengeance it’s about the next fifteen years.
***Hatcher glares into the camera as the scene fades to black.***
