Post by Donald Deruty on Aug 8, 2011 13:04:45 GMT -5
The exhilarating sound of thunder echoes through the camera's audio as the sight is still faded black with nothing but pitch darkness to see. The sight starts to slowly snail in as the sight of a house on a hill is seen with the darkness of the night's sky flashing before it lightning bolt after lightning bolt. The camera zooms in on the house like it was walking towards the building itself. It continues to head for the house on the hill, the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning un-focus the camera's sight of the house. It reaches the front door and it seems like it just goes through the door like it was nothing in the world but a transparent hole in the wall.
The inside of the house is beautiful white walls and a brown wooden floor. There is a big screen TV in the middle of the room with Lazy-Boy chairs surrounding the TV itself, but they are empty with no one sitting in them. The camera begins to look around at the family portraits and such. The sight of a wooden door is open, the door seems to lead right to stairs that lead to a basement of some such. The camera descends down the stairs, step after step, until he reaches the bottom to find a man training for something, and another man sitting on a wooden bench talking to him. The man training is rapidly punching a black punching bag like it was nothing, the sweat can be seen just falling off of his body. The conversation between the two men can be heard very easily.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well man, I wish I could have actually came at a time where we could of actually had fun.
Donald Deruty: Hey come on now man, if I new you were coming in town I would have done this earlier, this is a big match for me, cut me at least a little slack!
Marcus Moneybanks: Ok, ok, fine! I just didn't know you were as serious as you are now like you were when you first started the WCF. What have you done out of the WCF?
Donald Deruty: You know you are the second person in two days that have been asking me that question quite a lot. And to answer your question, WCF all day long, all my life.
Marcus Moneybanks: Dude, you need to really find a lady or something! You are going to look back at your life when you are older and you are going to remember this as the golden days, and you are going to have no one to spend your time with. You are going to become someone who only wishes they were young again.
Donald Deruty: Is that such a bad thing?
Marcus Moneybanks: Is that a bad thing? Really? Yes it is a bad thing Donald! If you keep on going on like this then you are going to live the rest of your life alone, and you defiantly don't want that!
Donald Deruty: I know man, cut me some slack at least. I am just not ready for that yet.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well you better get ready! Time flies fast man.
Donald stops punching the punching bag for a second and walks over to the bench where Marcus is sitting and grabs the cold bottle of water on the bench. He takes a sip before grabbing a towel beside the bench and wiping his face.
Donald Deruty: I appreciate it that you are worried, but I have already been preached this message, and I don't need to hear it again. Just...wait...what are you even doing here? I mean last time you told, me that it would be the last time I would see you because of the new kid. Why did u come here at such short notice?
Marcus Moneybanks: Well Donald, you remember when Maxwell was born and I told you that I had to think about something a lot?
Donald just nods as he urges Marcus to go on.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well, I asked Lisa to marry me. And she said yes. As well as the good news of me becoming a man...i would like to ask you to be my best man in the wedding. I know I am putting a lot of this on you at a short time, but you are honestly the only man I want to be my best man, you have been loyal to me for so many years and I just hope that you would accept.
Donald Deruty: Well, of course I would. You caught me at a real awkward time, and I was not expecting that question at all. Wow. Everything seems to be going by so fast the past couple of months.
Marcus Moneybanks: Thats life man, well now I have good news. Well I better end on a good note, I better let you finish your work out I will see you later man.
Donald just stares as he watches Marcus leave the basement and the house. He sits on the bench while he just listens to his front door shut. He is astonished about what just happened. Just as silence starts the sound of his door bell rings as he walks up the stairs step by step. He opens the front door and is unknowing who the new visitor will be. He opens up the door as a voice enters the home.
Mystery Man: Donald Deruty! Just the man I was looking for.
Donald Deruty: Hank Brown. What are you doing here?
Hank Brown: I am here to meet you, the man that is facing Odin for the WCF World Championship and unlike Odin I know I would get some words out of you.
Donald Deruty: Of course come on in. Anytime you want some answers just come on over, or come find me like you usually do.
Hank Brown: Yeah I usually do, do that...well may we get started?
Donald Deruty: Of course have a seat first. Then we will get started.
Donald sits down in his brown leather Lazy-Boy chair when Hank takes a seat on the matching couch beside Donald.
Hank Brown: Ok now lets start. Donald what so you think about the Alliance between Baines, Odin, and Blake?
Donald Deruty: Well I think it shows weakness, you know Odin has joined sides with the man that can take the WCF World Championship in a fucking flash, without Odin even knowing. I can understand Ryan Blake begin in his so called “Alliance” that may I say didn't turn out the best last time he was with Santiago. Odin how did that go? Ohh yeah Santiago got fired Odin, now what makes you think that this “Alliance” will do any better at all? I don't know if youa re trying to intimidate me or what but you are seriously getting on my nerves and I am not even 1% intimidated. I mean come on Odin, Blake really?! I mean a kid that is a psychopath that talks to a fucking dog called Clyde? Odin, well you two both have in common now, you both own stupid ass animals and you two are both insane as shit. Considering Baines, I mean sure he is a tough competitor, but look what I did to him when he crossed my path. I caved his head in, and now he is just getting farther and farther down that path. Baines, I don't know what idea or type of persuasion caused you to join this shit hole of an “Alliance”, but what ever it is you must have been delusional to do it. The “Alliance” is nothing I am concerned of, I mean tonight I am predicting an attack from them, and I know that they will be coming at the end of my match with Odin, they are just too predictable. They think they can injure me, they think that they can hurt me, they think they can break me, well they sure as hell are wrong about everyone of those statements.
Hank Brown: Now I would like to talk about your match last week. What did you think about the interference from Odin?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, that match last week to me was a wasted “W” for me. I mean I had that match coming to me, I had that one, two, three count coming with me winning the newly merged WCF Championship, but because of Odin, there was no merging, none at all. Something that could have changed the WCF and made it better, but just because of his little selfish reasons he had to but in and try and stop me when winning. Well Odin, you did stop me from winning, but not for me to declare war upon you. Odin, you better watch yourself this week, because your little ass kissers of friends will not be able to interfere unless they want to lose their job here in the WCF. I mean sure send your little clown car down, with your friends packed in it and have them interfere in the match, it isn't any problem with me losing those two ass kissers. I mean, Baines please, I mean a man that was trained by one of the greats here in the WCF. Cairo was a man that I always wanted to be like when I first came here, he passed on his greatness to a new man, and that man is using it like it is a pile of shit. Baines, you have been in the moment to use your little WCF World Championship shot many times but you didn't. Well Blake, what do I have to say? I am a little kid who thinks he is a sex god, that talks to a dog that I think can talk, and it is EPIC!...come on, Blake you are the biggest of them all, you have been kissing Odin's ass since he first came here, why don't you just go on your own? Ohh yeah, because you are just shit without anyone else...right...Mr. Epic?
Hank Brown: Now this match is pretty big, one of the only WCF World Championship matches to ever happen on Slam. How do you get ready for such a big match?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, I just do what I usually, train, train, train. This match is big indeed it is, but with who I am facing is no one I am worried about. I mean this match is more of a big thing for Odin, he thinks he can just take the world by a string and put it in his pocket, well he is fucking wrong. Odin, ever since you have won the WCF World Championship, you think that you are just the biggest little shit in the WCF that there ever is. You are too cocky Odin, you say that you can control the power of the WCF World Championship, well I think you can't and I have reasons. That power has gone to your head dumb ass, how can you not tell. Odin, ever since you have wont he WCF World Championship you have been a cocky old man, who thinks he is the toughest mother fucker on the face of the Earth right? Well Odin I am sorry to disappoint yourself and your ego, but you are not and I am going to prove that at Slam.
Hank Brown: Now Donald, how do you plan on defending yourself against Odin's Alliance? I mean how are you going to match up?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, to be honest it is quite simple. They want a war and I will give them a war. They attack me from behind, I will attack them from behind. Like Odin said, everyone has a place, but I am going to prove that his place is in a coffin in the ground. Hank, how about I just worry about that subject by myself. There is nothing much else to talk about it. I will give them what they hand back to me, only I will do it harder. Get my drift Hank?
Hank Brown: Indeed, well this was a quite interesting interview. Well I better get going.
Donald Deruty: Are you sure, you don't want to stay and have a beer with me?
Hank Brown: Donald, I have to drive myself this time.
Donald Deruty: Ohh, I see that would not be good to get pulled over, and have that kind of evidence in the car with you. Well then I will see you later Hank.
Hank Brown: Goodbye, Mr. Deruty.
Donald shuts the door behind Hank after he leaves. He then begins to speak once again.
Donald Deruty: Odin, you better be ready for this match, because I am coming at you with everything I have , nothing and no one will be able to stop me from putting you in your place, CD made sure of that. Odin, I hope you are enjoying that WCF World Championship, because on Monday it will no longer be in your possession. I hope every moment that I have my WCF World Championship kills you, from the moment that I have my hand raised at the end of the match, to the time I lose my WCF World Championship. I have waited two whole fucking years for that WCF World Championship, and I am not going to let an old geezer get in my way from getting it back. Odin, you are not worthy to hold the WCF World Championship. You are nothing compared to other people I have beaten here in the WCF. I don't care who you have beaten in the other federations out there, I am talking about the WCF, we are in the WCF, and no where else. Odin, just enjoy and love every moment that you have with my WCF World Championship, because it wont be your until I am still here in the WCF. Odin, see you Monday at Slam. The place where I will win my WCF World Championship and have my hand raised with your back against the mat...have a good day Odin.
The scene ends with pitch blackness and silence.
The inside of the house is beautiful white walls and a brown wooden floor. There is a big screen TV in the middle of the room with Lazy-Boy chairs surrounding the TV itself, but they are empty with no one sitting in them. The camera begins to look around at the family portraits and such. The sight of a wooden door is open, the door seems to lead right to stairs that lead to a basement of some such. The camera descends down the stairs, step after step, until he reaches the bottom to find a man training for something, and another man sitting on a wooden bench talking to him. The man training is rapidly punching a black punching bag like it was nothing, the sweat can be seen just falling off of his body. The conversation between the two men can be heard very easily.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well man, I wish I could have actually came at a time where we could of actually had fun.
Donald Deruty: Hey come on now man, if I new you were coming in town I would have done this earlier, this is a big match for me, cut me at least a little slack!
Marcus Moneybanks: Ok, ok, fine! I just didn't know you were as serious as you are now like you were when you first started the WCF. What have you done out of the WCF?
Donald Deruty: You know you are the second person in two days that have been asking me that question quite a lot. And to answer your question, WCF all day long, all my life.
Marcus Moneybanks: Dude, you need to really find a lady or something! You are going to look back at your life when you are older and you are going to remember this as the golden days, and you are going to have no one to spend your time with. You are going to become someone who only wishes they were young again.
Donald Deruty: Is that such a bad thing?
Marcus Moneybanks: Is that a bad thing? Really? Yes it is a bad thing Donald! If you keep on going on like this then you are going to live the rest of your life alone, and you defiantly don't want that!
Donald Deruty: I know man, cut me some slack at least. I am just not ready for that yet.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well you better get ready! Time flies fast man.
Donald stops punching the punching bag for a second and walks over to the bench where Marcus is sitting and grabs the cold bottle of water on the bench. He takes a sip before grabbing a towel beside the bench and wiping his face.
Donald Deruty: I appreciate it that you are worried, but I have already been preached this message, and I don't need to hear it again. Just...wait...what are you even doing here? I mean last time you told, me that it would be the last time I would see you because of the new kid. Why did u come here at such short notice?
Marcus Moneybanks: Well Donald, you remember when Maxwell was born and I told you that I had to think about something a lot?
Donald just nods as he urges Marcus to go on.
Marcus Moneybanks: Well, I asked Lisa to marry me. And she said yes. As well as the good news of me becoming a man...i would like to ask you to be my best man in the wedding. I know I am putting a lot of this on you at a short time, but you are honestly the only man I want to be my best man, you have been loyal to me for so many years and I just hope that you would accept.
Donald Deruty: Well, of course I would. You caught me at a real awkward time, and I was not expecting that question at all. Wow. Everything seems to be going by so fast the past couple of months.
Marcus Moneybanks: Thats life man, well now I have good news. Well I better end on a good note, I better let you finish your work out I will see you later man.
Donald just stares as he watches Marcus leave the basement and the house. He sits on the bench while he just listens to his front door shut. He is astonished about what just happened. Just as silence starts the sound of his door bell rings as he walks up the stairs step by step. He opens the front door and is unknowing who the new visitor will be. He opens up the door as a voice enters the home.
Mystery Man: Donald Deruty! Just the man I was looking for.
Donald Deruty: Hank Brown. What are you doing here?
Hank Brown: I am here to meet you, the man that is facing Odin for the WCF World Championship and unlike Odin I know I would get some words out of you.
Donald Deruty: Of course come on in. Anytime you want some answers just come on over, or come find me like you usually do.
Hank Brown: Yeah I usually do, do that...well may we get started?
Donald Deruty: Of course have a seat first. Then we will get started.
Donald sits down in his brown leather Lazy-Boy chair when Hank takes a seat on the matching couch beside Donald.
Hank Brown: Ok now lets start. Donald what so you think about the Alliance between Baines, Odin, and Blake?
Donald Deruty: Well I think it shows weakness, you know Odin has joined sides with the man that can take the WCF World Championship in a fucking flash, without Odin even knowing. I can understand Ryan Blake begin in his so called “Alliance” that may I say didn't turn out the best last time he was with Santiago. Odin how did that go? Ohh yeah Santiago got fired Odin, now what makes you think that this “Alliance” will do any better at all? I don't know if youa re trying to intimidate me or what but you are seriously getting on my nerves and I am not even 1% intimidated. I mean come on Odin, Blake really?! I mean a kid that is a psychopath that talks to a fucking dog called Clyde? Odin, well you two both have in common now, you both own stupid ass animals and you two are both insane as shit. Considering Baines, I mean sure he is a tough competitor, but look what I did to him when he crossed my path. I caved his head in, and now he is just getting farther and farther down that path. Baines, I don't know what idea or type of persuasion caused you to join this shit hole of an “Alliance”, but what ever it is you must have been delusional to do it. The “Alliance” is nothing I am concerned of, I mean tonight I am predicting an attack from them, and I know that they will be coming at the end of my match with Odin, they are just too predictable. They think they can injure me, they think that they can hurt me, they think they can break me, well they sure as hell are wrong about everyone of those statements.
Hank Brown: Now I would like to talk about your match last week. What did you think about the interference from Odin?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, that match last week to me was a wasted “W” for me. I mean I had that match coming to me, I had that one, two, three count coming with me winning the newly merged WCF Championship, but because of Odin, there was no merging, none at all. Something that could have changed the WCF and made it better, but just because of his little selfish reasons he had to but in and try and stop me when winning. Well Odin, you did stop me from winning, but not for me to declare war upon you. Odin, you better watch yourself this week, because your little ass kissers of friends will not be able to interfere unless they want to lose their job here in the WCF. I mean sure send your little clown car down, with your friends packed in it and have them interfere in the match, it isn't any problem with me losing those two ass kissers. I mean, Baines please, I mean a man that was trained by one of the greats here in the WCF. Cairo was a man that I always wanted to be like when I first came here, he passed on his greatness to a new man, and that man is using it like it is a pile of shit. Baines, you have been in the moment to use your little WCF World Championship shot many times but you didn't. Well Blake, what do I have to say? I am a little kid who thinks he is a sex god, that talks to a dog that I think can talk, and it is EPIC!...come on, Blake you are the biggest of them all, you have been kissing Odin's ass since he first came here, why don't you just go on your own? Ohh yeah, because you are just shit without anyone else...right...Mr. Epic?
Hank Brown: Now this match is pretty big, one of the only WCF World Championship matches to ever happen on Slam. How do you get ready for such a big match?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, I just do what I usually, train, train, train. This match is big indeed it is, but with who I am facing is no one I am worried about. I mean this match is more of a big thing for Odin, he thinks he can just take the world by a string and put it in his pocket, well he is fucking wrong. Odin, ever since you have won the WCF World Championship, you think that you are just the biggest little shit in the WCF that there ever is. You are too cocky Odin, you say that you can control the power of the WCF World Championship, well I think you can't and I have reasons. That power has gone to your head dumb ass, how can you not tell. Odin, ever since you have wont he WCF World Championship you have been a cocky old man, who thinks he is the toughest mother fucker on the face of the Earth right? Well Odin I am sorry to disappoint yourself and your ego, but you are not and I am going to prove that at Slam.
Hank Brown: Now Donald, how do you plan on defending yourself against Odin's Alliance? I mean how are you going to match up?
Donald Deruty: Well Hank, to be honest it is quite simple. They want a war and I will give them a war. They attack me from behind, I will attack them from behind. Like Odin said, everyone has a place, but I am going to prove that his place is in a coffin in the ground. Hank, how about I just worry about that subject by myself. There is nothing much else to talk about it. I will give them what they hand back to me, only I will do it harder. Get my drift Hank?
Hank Brown: Indeed, well this was a quite interesting interview. Well I better get going.
Donald Deruty: Are you sure, you don't want to stay and have a beer with me?
Hank Brown: Donald, I have to drive myself this time.
Donald Deruty: Ohh, I see that would not be good to get pulled over, and have that kind of evidence in the car with you. Well then I will see you later Hank.
Hank Brown: Goodbye, Mr. Deruty.
Donald shuts the door behind Hank after he leaves. He then begins to speak once again.
Donald Deruty: Odin, you better be ready for this match, because I am coming at you with everything I have , nothing and no one will be able to stop me from putting you in your place, CD made sure of that. Odin, I hope you are enjoying that WCF World Championship, because on Monday it will no longer be in your possession. I hope every moment that I have my WCF World Championship kills you, from the moment that I have my hand raised at the end of the match, to the time I lose my WCF World Championship. I have waited two whole fucking years for that WCF World Championship, and I am not going to let an old geezer get in my way from getting it back. Odin, you are not worthy to hold the WCF World Championship. You are nothing compared to other people I have beaten here in the WCF. I don't care who you have beaten in the other federations out there, I am talking about the WCF, we are in the WCF, and no where else. Odin, just enjoy and love every moment that you have with my WCF World Championship, because it wont be your until I am still here in the WCF. Odin, see you Monday at Slam. The place where I will win my WCF World Championship and have my hand raised with your back against the mat...have a good day Odin.
The scene ends with pitch blackness and silence.
