Mr. Holden talks to Hank Brown
Feb 21, 2016 17:14:37 GMT -5
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Post by lost on Feb 21, 2016 17:14:37 GMT -5
One hour before slam starts.
A couple of directors chairs sit empty, in front of a T.V camera, in a section of Hallway.the hallway has been closed off to the public by velvet ropes and brass holders often scene at a movie theater. Hank Brown walks down the abandoned coridor and ducks under the rope and finds his seat in front of the camera. Hank is forced to squint as the lights from on top of the camera turn on.
Cameraman: Are we ready? Mic check in three, two, one
Hank: Mic check One Two. One Two.
Cameraman: we are good so where is he?
Hank: Beats the hell out of me, probably out playing with some sheep.
Footsteps echo down the hallway. Mr. Holden calmly walks down the hallway.
The cameraman looks over at Hank with a nervous expression
Cameraman: Jeez. I hope he didn't hear that last comment.
Hank: Well... yeah.
Hank Brown stands up to greet the close approaching Mr. Holden
Hank Brown: Hi Mr.... HOLDEN!!!!!
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With out breaking his stride Mr. Holden grabs one of the brass rope holders and smashes the camera knocking it to the ground with a vicious crash.
Cameraman: AGHHHHHH
Mr. Holden begins to pound on the cameraman with the metal holder sending blood flying everywhere. Hank runs for his life before Holden could the focus of his attack to him. Mr. Holden bends over and picks up the camera giving it a close up of his face.
Mr. Holden: Hello sheep. Tonight I have the task of facing two of the newest members of your flock. Shadowlove and Rage Maxx. Both these men wonder the halls pretending they aren't sheep. They dress in ridiculous clothes hoping to stand out. They scream for attention. No attention comes. Not from the machine. Tonight is different tonight they will have my undivided attention. Tonight they will see why I am the world champion of cruiserweights. More importantly tonight when I have dropped each one of them on their heads, After they felt the wrath of the Anarchy. They will know they are nothing more then sheep. They are just like everyone else and when the match is over and I walk out victorious they will be forgotten. The machine will no longer want them. The fans will forget their names. Tonight once the lights turn out in the arena and everyone is gone, that will be the last time anyone every even thinks of these two again.
Mr. Holden holds an intense stare in to the lens of the camera, then he raises it over his head and smashes it on the the floor of the hallway.
Cut to static.
A couple of directors chairs sit empty, in front of a T.V camera, in a section of Hallway.the hallway has been closed off to the public by velvet ropes and brass holders often scene at a movie theater. Hank Brown walks down the abandoned coridor and ducks under the rope and finds his seat in front of the camera. Hank is forced to squint as the lights from on top of the camera turn on.
Cameraman: Are we ready? Mic check in three, two, one
Hank: Mic check One Two. One Two.
Cameraman: we are good so where is he?
Hank: Beats the hell out of me, probably out playing with some sheep.
Footsteps echo down the hallway. Mr. Holden calmly walks down the hallway.
The cameraman looks over at Hank with a nervous expression
Cameraman: Jeez. I hope he didn't hear that last comment.
Hank: Well... yeah.
Hank Brown stands up to greet the close approaching Mr. Holden
Hank Brown: Hi Mr.... HOLDEN!!!!!
?With out breaking his stride Mr. Holden grabs one of the brass rope holders and smashes the camera knocking it to the ground with a vicious crash.
Cameraman: AGHHHHHH
Mr. Holden begins to pound on the cameraman with the metal holder sending blood flying everywhere. Hank runs for his life before Holden could the focus of his attack to him. Mr. Holden bends over and picks up the camera giving it a close up of his face.
Mr. Holden: Hello sheep. Tonight I have the task of facing two of the newest members of your flock. Shadowlove and Rage Maxx. Both these men wonder the halls pretending they aren't sheep. They dress in ridiculous clothes hoping to stand out. They scream for attention. No attention comes. Not from the machine. Tonight is different tonight they will have my undivided attention. Tonight they will see why I am the world champion of cruiserweights. More importantly tonight when I have dropped each one of them on their heads, After they felt the wrath of the Anarchy. They will know they are nothing more then sheep. They are just like everyone else and when the match is over and I walk out victorious they will be forgotten. The machine will no longer want them. The fans will forget their names. Tonight once the lights turn out in the arena and everyone is gone, that will be the last time anyone every even thinks of these two again.
Mr. Holden holds an intense stare in to the lens of the camera, then he raises it over his head and smashes it on the the floor of the hallway.
Cut to static.
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