Post by Speede on Jun 20, 2011 13:24:18 GMT -5
Monday, June 19, 2011. 6:48 pm.
WCF Arena in Olney, Pennsylvania.
WCF Arena in Olney, Pennsylvania.
The scene opens to the sight of Roy Speede standing in a back room, well-lighted as opposed to his traditional one-lamp style. He wears his ring-gear, and he now seems to go without the face-paint and dyed hair more often, as his face is unpainted and his hair is still brown. Surrounding him are six men, each about four feet tall with skin the color of a fresh peach and hair of a dark forest-green color. Each is wearing a jumpsuit of blue color, and across the chest of each jumpsuit is the Roy Speede logo, the signature black-and-white circular design with “Speede” written across it.
Roy takes several steps back and leans up against the wall, and the six men form two orderly lines, three in front, three in back, and sit on the ground. Roy comes back forward, walking around to the right of the strange men, and comes face to face with the camera.
”Well, well, well. It looks like it’s almost time for the biggest battle of my young career already. Are you ready, daddy? Did you have a happy fathers’ day? Well I did. I was planning how to destroy you.”
The six stranger little men laugh, and Roy cracks a wide grin.
”I’m ready for this dad. I’ve never been more ready for this. I’ve wanted all my life to teach the son of a bitch that screwed my mom and left her a lesson. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years and years, that one day I would avenge Miss Angela Ruth Linton and pay you back for all the years she had to spend trying to work two jobs, raise a son, and keep her sanity. You don’t even know where she is now, do you Logan? She’s in the hospital! She had a heart attack eight days ago, the Sunday evening before Blast, and now, she is in a recovery room in that hospital; I went and visited my mother every day this week because I love her. But tonight, daddy dearest, I’m going to pay you a little visit, and I’m going to teach you a bigger lesson than a father can ever teach a son. I’m going to teach you loving discipline.
Dad, your low moral standards have long been your success in the wrestling business, but facing your own son, those standards will get the better of you; my hatred for you has given me no moral for anything but kicking your ass and sending you out of the arena on a stretcher. But dad, if you’re anything at all like most parents, you probably have a lot of trouble understanding modern culture. So I’ve come up with a way to relate my teachings to something from closer to your day.”
The peach-skinned men stand to their feet almost in unison and stare into the camera. A melodious tune starts to play about the room, and the men begin a jig, bouncing up and down in rhythm with the song and bending their knees, their arms still crossed behind their backs. All at once they begin to sing to a Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory tune, and as they sing, they do a strange dance.
Inka Dinka din-ka-da-dee
Logan, this is a lesson from me
One night stands are morally bad
Every child requires a dad
What do you get if you leave your fun fling?
You could’ve cost yourself being a king
That one night stand could’ve produced a son
He could grow up with no dad, none
It isn’t quite right you see
Inka Dika din-ka-da-doo
You should’ve learned to stay with girls you screw
You could’ve had a happy young son
But you didn’t and now look what’s done
Roy joins in and sings a verse.
Give her your seed and she could get pregnant
You have a kid in the recipient
All Fathers have responsibilities
Shirking yours off have led to me
And now I’ll kick your ass, dad
Roy stops singing as the green-haired men continue.
Inka Dinka din-ka-dee-da
If you abstain from sex you’ll go far
You will have a happy life too
Inka Dinka din-ka-din-ka-dee-doo
Din-ka-dee-doo
The strange little jumpsuit-wearing men retake their sitting positions. Roy grins in a rather psychotic manner as he looks into the camera.
”Well daddy, does the song remind you of anything from your past? It probably should remind you of a movie from your childhood. The song you just heard was something like the ones presented in the movie ‘Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’, which came out in your day; what was it, 1971?”
Roy laughs.
”Well, dad, I figured relating to something from more your time might help get my point across... Was I right?”
He gets another good laugh before continuing.
”I was right; I just know it. And to help get my point across, I made a little something for you.”
Roy held up a piece of cloth the size of a washcloth, and stitched into it was the image of a spider’s web. Stitched into the web, clearly written, were the words “FUCK YOU LOGAN”, obviously a stitched parody to the book and movie ‘Charlotte’s Web’.
”Logan, I mean, dad, you ruined my life when you left my mother to raise me by herself. Now, I’m going to ruin yours. You may be my father genetically, but psychologically, you are my worst enemy. I’m going to silence the critics once and for all; I’m going to prove to everyone that the Son of Treachery is better than the Face of Treachery ever has been, and better than you ever will be. Logan, tonight is your demise. I will get my hand raised high, while your carcass is balled up in the ground soaking in a pool of your own blood.
Facing you is going to be a synch, dad. I’ve got your genes flowing through me- I know you better than any opponent I’ve ever faced before. And I can plan better to face you, too. And being better prepared, I’ll be able to take advantage of your weaknesses and use them against you unlike anyone you’ve ever faced before. I know more about you than you could ever imagine, daddy, and you can believe me when I say that I will destroy you more brutally than any opponent you’ve ever faced before.
You may think I’m just bullshitting you, dad; you may think I’m lying to you right now, and that you’re going to defeat me easily. But remember what you said? ‘Nothing – Especially in WCF – is ever a guarantee.’ In other words, your high-and-mighty historic name doesn’t guarantee you a victory; is just sets you up for an even bigger fall at my hands.
Logan, my dear old dad... or to keep things in perspective for you, BABYGURL, you may not know me, but I know you better than anyone else. I’m a part of you. And that is going to be your ultimate downfall. And that is the Silver Lining.”
