Post by Damian Simmons on Jul 18, 2017 3:13:15 GMT -5
*Damian Simmons walks out of the locker room, his face still bloody from a brutal kick to the face, a chair being involved in there somewhere. His white t-shirt getting dyed a shade of crimson. Noticing the cameraman, he gestures him to follow*
Simmons: You, camera guy, walk with me. I gotta vent.
*Hesitantly, the camera man follows*
Simmons: Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact, I'll buy you a drink.
The two walk out of the arena into the parking lot.
Simmons: *sighs* Two matches, two losses. To a normal man, that would crush him. Discourage him. Make him wanna quit. Am I right?
*the video nods up and down, showing the camera man's agreement*
*the two get into Simmons' silver Chevy Trailblazer and Simmons drives off*
Simmons: Me? I'm not a normal person. See, a way to test someone's true character is by seeing how they handle a loss. Lemme tell you a story.
I used to play football. Wide receiver. Believe it or not, tall kids usually make for great receivers. Anyways, we were good. From sixth to eighth grade, we were undefeated. Went to high school, undefeated all four years. College, undefeated. That is, until my senior year. When I got there, the star quarterback was a sophomore. So when I was a senior, the guy was long gone to do whatever it is he did. Think he moved to Washington. Don't know, don't care. Anyway, this new guy, Drake Matthews or something was his name. Couldn't throw to save his life.
Wanna know our record that year? 3-11. Every loss, you had the young guys as well as the vets used to winning, throwing fits in the locker room. Me? Listening to KISS at my locker. Me, a guy who's only known winning his whole life, shrugging a loss off.
It's simple. Don't be a sore loser. I could be trashing the locker room. I could be throwing you against the wall, beating you with your own camera, but I won't. *Simmons chuckles and winks at the camera man, mockingly* Because I'm not a sore loser.
*Simmons pulls the car up to a bar. He gets out and motions for the camera man to follow. Doing so, the two walk into the bar. Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 is playing. The two take a seat at the bar, Simmons takes a napkin and finally wipes the blood off his face*
Simmons: Two matches, two loses. But those losses were close. If I were to take any consolation, it's that those guys won by the skins of their teeth. Coulda gone either way.
*Simmons gestures to the bartender*
Simmons: I need a Diet Coke and uh, what do you want? Milwaukee's Best? I like your style. And a Milwaukee's Best.
*the bartender nods, noticeably intimidated by Simmons' size, expression, and dried blood on his shirt*
Simmons: People see me and think "wow, he must be a captain and Coke guy". Nope. Diet Coke. Tastes great.
*The bartender places a glass of soda and a bottle of beer on the counter in front of them*
Simmons: Thanks. *turning back to the camera man* So, onto night two. True to its name, we have some interesting stipulations. *Takes a drink* I mean, what the hell is a zombification match? Sounds like Russo came up with it while on Ritalin. I didn't realize McMorris and I were extras in the new World War Z movie now. OH! And you need to remind me to talk to Crow about that Lerch autograph. My girlfriend's a huge fan.
*Simmons take a long drink from his soda*
Simmons: Okay, but real talk. Look, Crow, you seem pretty good. Willing to go all out. However I implore you not to take me lightly. The numbers do not tell the whole story. Take this as an empty promise if you want. Go ahead, treat me like a non-issue. I swear to you, you will regret it.
*Simmons finishes his drink, gets up, and slaps a hand onto the camera man's shoulder. Causing the video to shake slightly from the holder flinching.*
Simmons: Thanks for hanging out. We should do this again. On better terms next time, of course.
*Simmons takes some bills from his pocket and sets it on the counter and walks out of the bar as Nickelback's "Silent Majority" plays through the jukebox*
Simmons: You, camera guy, walk with me. I gotta vent.
*Hesitantly, the camera man follows*
Simmons: Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact, I'll buy you a drink.
The two walk out of the arena into the parking lot.
Simmons: *sighs* Two matches, two losses. To a normal man, that would crush him. Discourage him. Make him wanna quit. Am I right?
*the video nods up and down, showing the camera man's agreement*
*the two get into Simmons' silver Chevy Trailblazer and Simmons drives off*
Simmons: Me? I'm not a normal person. See, a way to test someone's true character is by seeing how they handle a loss. Lemme tell you a story.
I used to play football. Wide receiver. Believe it or not, tall kids usually make for great receivers. Anyways, we were good. From sixth to eighth grade, we were undefeated. Went to high school, undefeated all four years. College, undefeated. That is, until my senior year. When I got there, the star quarterback was a sophomore. So when I was a senior, the guy was long gone to do whatever it is he did. Think he moved to Washington. Don't know, don't care. Anyway, this new guy, Drake Matthews or something was his name. Couldn't throw to save his life.
Wanna know our record that year? 3-11. Every loss, you had the young guys as well as the vets used to winning, throwing fits in the locker room. Me? Listening to KISS at my locker. Me, a guy who's only known winning his whole life, shrugging a loss off.
It's simple. Don't be a sore loser. I could be trashing the locker room. I could be throwing you against the wall, beating you with your own camera, but I won't. *Simmons chuckles and winks at the camera man, mockingly* Because I'm not a sore loser.
*Simmons pulls the car up to a bar. He gets out and motions for the camera man to follow. Doing so, the two walk into the bar. Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 is playing. The two take a seat at the bar, Simmons takes a napkin and finally wipes the blood off his face*
Simmons: Two matches, two loses. But those losses were close. If I were to take any consolation, it's that those guys won by the skins of their teeth. Coulda gone either way.
*Simmons gestures to the bartender*
Simmons: I need a Diet Coke and uh, what do you want? Milwaukee's Best? I like your style. And a Milwaukee's Best.
*the bartender nods, noticeably intimidated by Simmons' size, expression, and dried blood on his shirt*
Simmons: People see me and think "wow, he must be a captain and Coke guy". Nope. Diet Coke. Tastes great.
*The bartender places a glass of soda and a bottle of beer on the counter in front of them*
Simmons: Thanks. *turning back to the camera man* So, onto night two. True to its name, we have some interesting stipulations. *Takes a drink* I mean, what the hell is a zombification match? Sounds like Russo came up with it while on Ritalin. I didn't realize McMorris and I were extras in the new World War Z movie now. OH! And you need to remind me to talk to Crow about that Lerch autograph. My girlfriend's a huge fan.
*Simmons take a long drink from his soda*
Simmons: Okay, but real talk. Look, Crow, you seem pretty good. Willing to go all out. However I implore you not to take me lightly. The numbers do not tell the whole story. Take this as an empty promise if you want. Go ahead, treat me like a non-issue. I swear to you, you will regret it.
*Simmons finishes his drink, gets up, and slaps a hand onto the camera man's shoulder. Causing the video to shake slightly from the holder flinching.*
Simmons: Thanks for hanging out. We should do this again. On better terms next time, of course.
*Simmons takes some bills from his pocket and sets it on the counter and walks out of the bar as Nickelback's "Silent Majority" plays through the jukebox*
