Post by bishop on Apr 25, 2011 17:24:33 GMT -5
The devil in us all. It binds an prods us to do his biding with out our knowing. The following is based on a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent alike.
* The air was heavy like a humid mid summers day but it was just the anticipation in the room. The motel off the highway was quiet, unbecoming an unassuming. Night fall was the perfect backdrop for the festivities that was about to unfold. A man, a hooker, a sheep and a Zoltar fortune teller machine are in a circle formation. Various candles an incense are lit, filling the air with a strange and mystical presence. The camera zooms in on the man to reveal that its Nate Bishop. The mystical feel of the night is interrupted by the women whose boredom an curiosity have gotten the best of her. *
Hooker: Doc, baby.. What are we doing- this is getting boring, I wana party baby, lets party.
* The women crawls up close to nate and runs her runs up and down his chest only to be pushed away.*
Nate: I told you not to call me that! My name is el Diablo, es Diablo, uno, douce, thrice, Diablo.. The Diablo! You will adress me as such you filthen whore!
Hooker: What are you talking about? Your names Doc, Henry.. You’re from Georgia.
Nate: I AM NOT FROM GEORGIA! I am from the fiery pits of hell! The deepest darkest pits of your mind.. I am evil!
Zoltar: indeed.
Nate: You tell her, Zoltar. See, Zoltar knows what’s up, why can’t you get on the ship?
Hooker: This is getting way out of hand Doc, I’m outta here. I don’t care how much money you throw at me.
* The women gets up, collects her few belongings and head for the door, only to have “Doc” grab her by the hand and pulling her back down on the bed. Nate tries to smooth talk her into staying. *
Nate: Where are you going baby? You wana party, we’ll party.
* Nate pulls out a rolls of sweet tarts from his pocket. *
Hooker: Are those sweet tarts?
Sheep: BBAAHHHHH
Nate: No, they aren’t.
Hooker: Yes they are, its right there on the package.
* Nate crushes the package in his hand. *
Nate: No they aren’t! they are Diablo pills, they contain concentrated evil, ground up with a hint of fruit flavorings for taste.
Hooker: You’re retarded, those are sweet tarts. They aren’t evil, they’re candy. Now if it was ’shrooms or Lsd, even if it was X, you’d be in business.
Nate: Buisnese? Buisnesss? Evil is always in business.. My names doc henry bitch! Do you know who I am?
Hooker: I thought you were El Diablo, es Diablo.. Uno, dose, something Diablo?
* Nate tries to think quick on his feet. *
Nate: That’s right and don’t you dare forget it or else I’ll .. I’ll..
Hooker: Yoou’ll.. ?
Nate: I’ll.. Um.. I’ll fuck this sheep!
Sheep: BBAAAHH?!
* The sheep looks at Nate as if to say “ wait, what?” *
Nate: I am el Diablo, es Diablo, uno, douce, thrice, Diablo.. The Diablo! I am Evil an I’ll prove it.
Hooker: What are you gonna do? Snort more lines of pixie stix powder?
Nate: Do you think its funny? Huh, do you!?
* Nate backhands her as he raises his voice.*
Nate: There is nothing comical about evil! You name one thing that’s funny about me-
“BIZZT”
* Just then the Zoltar machine ejects a fortune card. Nate looks over and glares for a moment before getting up and getting the card before reading it. *
“ Your cowboy hat, your bullshit southern accent and you’re try hard napoleon complex”
Nate: I’m six foot, fucking five!
“BIZZT”
* Nate reads again.*
“ There’s more then one way to skin a cat, Cletus.”
Nate: I am Evil, I sold my soul to the devil.. I AM Satan! What makes you think I won’t set fire to this whole place?
“BIZZT”
“ You couldn’t set fire to a pinto. “
Nate: I chopped off a mans head, I blew up a women’s pickle snatch.. I am evil!
“BIZZT”
“ true evil doesn’t have to prove it, it just is. LOLZ”
* Nate smiles and turns the camera that’s just behind him.*
Nate: You know, Doc.. that’s how you sound. This whole, evil thing just isn’t working out for you. What’s next on your little tirade of sin? Are you gonna drown an orphan in a carmel acid bath on Christmas eve? Are you gonna kill an entire summer camp? Where do you draw the line?
* Nate snaps his fingers.*
Nate: I know, in that ring; right? You’re so evil, maybe you’ll put your foot on the ropes and get a dirty pin or maybe take a page out of Knoxvilles play book and punch the ref? After a while Doc, you’ll just be trying to one up yourself on ridicules an outlandish deeds of “ evil” . You say that you’re the darkness, the end all be all then why are you trying so damn hard to prove it? Even this mid way novelty knows that that’s true. For a week now I’ve seen you do horrible things, just to “ pay them off.” Did you hear yourself just then? Are you kidding me? What do you just a have a stock pile of money, hidden in your mattress at home back in Hicksville GA, labled “ murder money.” Is that just on the off whim that shuffleboard and checkers doesn’t peek your interest anymore when you retire, you have a hobby to fall back on? So here I am, in a hotel, entertaining your gimmick. Yes, gimmick. I know, I know.. “ evil incarnate” yup.. We gotcha.
*Nate gives a “jack off” motion with his hand.*
Nate: If you were really anything more then a man, trying to find a cause then you wouldn’t be wrestling. Lets face that fact. Lets get that right out in the open right now. If you were really el Diablo, es Diablo, uno, douce, thrice, Diablo.. The Diablo then gee, I don’t know wouldn’t you be doing something different? Na,, never.. Why would you? You just like to hurt people and make them bleed- right? You and every other asshole in this business. Do you know what all that really means- you can’t fucking wrestle. You can’t wrestle, hell you can’t even pull a decent fucking promo. How hard it is to pull a decent fucking promo doc; how hard? I bet you its easier then trying to find two people to tie up like a movie killer and subject them to pointless tortures and deaths. I mean when you die Doc, an you will die because well.. Darwin has his own special situation for natural selection just for you but when you doe and you meet god and god asks:
“ Doc, how well of a life have you led on earth?”
And you’ll reply that your Satan, to which god just going to laugh your sorry ass right out of heaven for just being so dumb just like all that scientology BS. Then god will flip through your files and stumbles across these recent events of your new found “ demonic” lifestyle and he’ll ask why you killed these people to which you can reply and I give you permission for this:
“ Because Nate Bishop is better then me but I’m hardcore!”
* Nate golf claps again. *
Nate: Hardcore in the land of make believe. You need to be in violent matches. You need to be a sick son of a bitch. You need to be that, you need to lower yourself to the lowest possible denominator that people in this business can lower themselves too. That is why you’ll never be better then me, even if you pin me but you’ll be so busy trying to convince a hooker, a midway game and a sheep that your evil that your mind will just stroke off and you’ll forget what your really doing. Compared to you my “ delusional ramblings” might as well be gospel truth.. Oh wait.. They are! Everything you’ve done in the past week has done nothing more but make you look like a giant tool who believes his own hype all the while making me look like the best wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots. I don’t have a chance at explosion- your right because A chance would mean it was a gamble but its not.. You wana know why? Just look around me. Need I say more; maybe a should because you don’t know how to look into sentences and read between the lines. Maybe your Satanic, demonic identity can’t be bothered to care yet here you are.. Sitting in your little locker room smoking a cigarette to show the world that your brooding, contemplative, “hard” and crass but what does el Diablo, es Diablo, uno, douce, thrice, Diablo.. The Diablo need with it?
I’ll tell ya what you need with it Doc, you need to nurse it like your mothers teat way back in the day. You need to grasp on tight to any tuft of information you can get your hands on to try and keep you grounded because you have no legs to stand on. Everything you’ve done over this week, to make yourself out to be something that your not only cements a few things:
you’re weak
simple minded
easily distracted
easy to rattle
also, easy to defeat.
I don’t care about your past, who you’ve beaten or even this new found pseudo-identity. All of it, attempts in vein. You’ve said it yourself :
“ Sure I don't have the best record in the world, nor the most title reigns, hell I have yet to win that World Title.”
That’s what you’ve said about yourself. Are you joking? It all makes sense now.
* Nate face palms himself. *
Nate: You sold you sell to rectify your short coming. You sold your soul to Satan to recover your win/loss. You sold your soul to get a title.. You soul your piss ass little soul to attempt to put yourself in the world title picture. Let me tell you though- that all stops here against me because not him the devil himself.. Not even Doc Henry can stop The Chosen Future and after tonight Doc, you’ll be getting in line to sell your soul to Nate bishop.
Believe it.
* Nate walks off and leaves the motel room as the camera pans and follows him out as the scene fades. *
