Post by Speede on Dec 11, 2011 17:49:30 GMT -5
SCENE ONE: Crime and Punishment
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The remnants of the once vibrant sunset are still in the sky, and the moon is peeking out from down an alley between two rather large buildings, four stories tall at their very least. On one of them, an awning, upon which the letters MART are present, presumably placed after some other letters. Sliding glass double doors can be seen below the awning. The other is just a dull, gray office building, no letters or anything visibly present perhaps due to the lighting, but there isn’t anything completely visible there at this moment. From the store walks an old lady with glasses and a purse, and a plastic bag reading QUIKMART waving in the gentle breeze. Walking past the alley, a pair of arms reaches out and grabs her by the arm, pulling her into the darkness. Moments later, someone wearing dark pants, dark fingerless gloves, a dark striped shirt, possibly navy and black, and a ski mask jumps from the darkness with the lady’s purse.
”Help! Somebody, help!”
The camera stays on the man running, but cuts back to where Roy Speede is walking out of the same QUIKMART to hear her cries. He runs over to her, and sees her, shaking and cold, leaning against the building.
”What’s wrong, miss?”
”That man stole my purse!”
The woman points in the direction the thief ran, but he’s by now a distance away, and Roy can barely see him. Nonetheless, he nods, and takes off after him. From his pocket, he pulls out his switchblade, and flips it open in mid-stride. Seeing the man round a turn, Roy picks up the pace, and uses a lamp post to make his turn faster. He flings the knife, his left-handedness not helping on his AIM. His target, however, is hit in the leg with Speede’s blade, and falls to the ground, grabbing at his leg in pain. Speede, still a bit behind, picks up the pace and comes to a stop, standing above the man.
”Now now, hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to take things that don’t belong to you? You’re worse than Odin Balfore, ripping that title out of Donald Deruty’s clutches at Ultimate Showdown when clearly the referee was biased in favor of the current World Champion. The ref has been ever since I could remember; how else could someone like Balfore go... what, fourteen and three?”
A soft chuckle escapes Roy’s lips before he bends down, pulling from his back pocket two shiny steel rings, connected to one another with a chain. He slaps the handcuffs on one of the criminal’s wrists, and then wraps his arm around behind his back before locking in the other one. Roy picks up his switchblade, closes it, and slides it into his pocket, and then takes the lady’s slightly ripped purse from in front of the man. Last but not least, he grabs the man by the collar, and pulls him to his feet, before turning him around to walk back in the direction Roy had just chased him.
”You’re hopeless, you know that? Stealing isn’t going to get you anywhere, especially if you look up to someone who taught you to do better than that. What’s the point in it, anyway? So what, you are stealing a purse from an old lady you might get a hundred dollars. Oh big whoop, if you’re that desperate for money, you might as well take out a loan at the bank or something; stealing isn’t worth it. It’s like winning a match with something as generic as a chokebreaker or a powerbomb; sure, it may look good to you now and help you for a few minutes, but it won’t do anything long term. You have to think outside the box. Invest what you’ve got in something beneficial like starting your own business, maybe mass-producing Silver Bullets or something useful.”
”You just need to shut up. You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that kid?”
”And you aren’t? You just stole a woman’s purse from her.”
”So what. I’m doing what I know. Sounds like you’re a... a shitty professional wrestler or something like that, right?”
”Well, yeah, I’m not that good, but I still believe in upholding the law. So yeah, I catch criminals sometimes to help out the general public. It’s a much better and more helpful hobby than a lot of them out there. I mean, what is the benefit of burning all your money on golf or some sport where you ride in a cart and then swing at a ball? Or what about giraffe hunting; isn’t that illegal anyway? I thought giraffe were endangered; why not kill off another species that could survive a lot easier without you? Right?”
”Survival of the fittest.”
”Hence why I caught you, then. I’m in shape, and I use that to my advantage. I’m eighteen, and I’m build well. I mean, could you imagine if I were to go up against someone who was like... fifty? Seriously, like some seven foot tall three hundred forty pound decrepit, aged, senile old man. How hilarious would that be.”
”I dunno, kid. He’d have like a hundred and fifty pounds over you I bet.”
”Odin’s only one forty-three heavier than me, to be exact, but yeah, size goes to him. That’s the only thing that worries me about him though; it’s like how trying to walk would probably make his knees buckle under his weight, and he’d have to keep looking at the doors so he didn’t hit his head. To be perfectly honest, he thinks he knows exactly what I know about him; in a sense, he’s right, but there are some things he doesn’t know I know, and there’s virtually everything about me that he doesn’t know. I’m a much more capable person than anyone like him would ever dream.”
”Who the hell are you talking about?”
”Only the Wrestling Championship Federation’s current World Heavyweight Champion, Odin Balfore, a giant, spineless ape whose idea of fun is making other beings suffer, whether it’s a human or an animal. He’s enough of an idiot to punch a giraffe.”
”A giraffe? Seriously? A giraffe?”
”Yeah, a giraffe. And he thinks punching a giraffe is going to scare me into avoiding my match against him this Sunday evening.”
”Um... what?”
”You guessed right, dude, I’m a professional wrestler, and I’ve got a nontitle match against the World Champ this week, so I’m going to make the most of it and test myself against the self proclaimed bad mother fucker.”
”He fucks his mother?”
”Oh my gosh, dude, you’re sick! Although, maybe that’s how he’s still so mobile for an old guy; too much of his mother’s pussy probably gave him immortality or something.”
”You’re weird, kid. Only someone sick and twisted like you would come up with that.”
”I’m not sick nor twisted; I’m just trying to come up with a logical explanation for how that man keeps on going. It’s like he’s on crack or something.”
”What’s wrong with crack? I find it’s really helpful for-“
”It’s illegal, that’s what. It’s like brass knuckles or a kick in the balls during a match; completely against the rules, and not at all something effective to begin with. Now, as my old rival Jason Kash might point out, Marijuana’s much better anyway.”
”Jason Kash? You knew him?”
”Yeah; he was the head of Organized Violence, an ex-tag team that I used to fight against frequently in the Wrestling Championship Federation.”
”He told me all about that place... Wait, let me guess. You’re that Roy Speedo kid aren’t you?”
”It’s Speede. But yeah, that’s me. How did you now Kash anyway?”
”I used to sell him his shit, man.”
”Ahh, confession to possession and distribution charges right there.”
”What? Are you serious?”
”About as serious as Odin Balfore was punching a giraffe. He thinks a giraffe is going to get into my head, but he’s sorely mistaken. Giraffes, unlike myself, are completely defenseless.”
By this point they are face to face with the old woman. Roy extends his hand, returning her purse to her. There are two police officers, one male and one female, standing by. Roy shoves the criminal toward them, and the man drags him toward a police car as the old woman takes her purse, smiling.
”Thank you young man! I really appreciate your courtesy. How could I ever repay you?”
”Oh, it’s no big deal, ma’am. It’s all in a day’s work, and it’s more than worth it to help someone in need.”
The female police officer grabs Roy by the collar of his shirt, and pulls him off down the alley as the woman walks off with her stuff. She turns him around and shoves him back against the wall of the building, looking right at him. He looks over at her, puzzled.
”Roy, what in God’s name were you doing?”
”I was helping someone that needed my help. What did it look like? And who are you to know me like that?”
”It’s Abbie! You know, Abbie Grande?”
”My goodness you look different. What happened?”
”I dyed my hair, got it cut, and after I got this job, I got into a confrontation with some guy with a knife who gave me a deep cut on my face, so I had to have surgery to repair that. God damn, that hurt.”
”Watch the use of the Lord’s name in vain, Abbs. He’ll frown upon that.”
”Sorry... So anyway, what have you been up to?”
”Same ol’ same ol’, you know, in and out with the WCF, having trouble with that Kaylyn James Evans girl again.”
”Really, you still have to deal with her?”
”Oh believe me, it sucks. But at least now I’ve got someone on my side to help. And get this: my teammate is Kaylyn’s hired manager. Ashley, that’s the girl’s name, has been trying to get Kay to calm down for a while, you know, to stop dressing like a whore and stuff, and it’s driving Kaylyn crazy! Oh, you have to see it to believe it!”
”I still keep an eye out over there at times, so I have seen some of that. She’s ridiculous, isn’t she? Why do you even pay a bit of attention to her to begin with? Do you like her or something?”
”Are you kidding me? She’s appalling; I’m just helping out someone who has a good reason to be against her while she has only bad characteristics about her that need change. If anything, I hate her. But I can’t worry about her this week. This week I’ve got to face Odin Balfore, the World Champ, one on one.”
”Really? You’ve got a World Heavyweight Championship match?”
”It’s not for the title, but I know he doesn’t have an opponent in the main event of the pay-per-view on New Year’s Day, so if I beat him this week, it’s got to put me up there in that select few that can be considered legitimate contenders, right?”
”No kidding. Wait, Odin Balfore? That can’t be his real name can it?”
”I’m not really sure. I doubt it. I mean, if it is, it suits him perfectly. He thinks of himself as this almighty, godlike being, like the Norse God named Odin, and yet much like North mythology, he’s full of nothing but bullshit lies and ridiculousness. Think of it this way; his idea of fun is going to Africa and harming an endangered species; what is his problem, anyway?”
”I dunno, Roy, but I’ve got to get going, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”
”Alright; is your phone number still the same then?”
”Yeah, it is. I’ll text you later, okay?”
”Of course. I’d love to talk to you again more often.”
Abbie smiles, and gives him a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking off. Roy watches her walk away, and the scene fades to black.
SCENE TWO: Interview
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Roy Speede is backstage in the interview room, alongside Hank Brown; Hank is in his traditional suit, and Roy is wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans.
”Hello folks, and good evening to you all. As always, I’m Hank Brown, and alongside me at this time is my guest, the returning young superstar known as Roy Speede! Roy, what made you decide to come back to the Wrestling Championship Federation after having stepped away?”
”Quite honestly Hank, I didn’t think I would be coming back to this place again after what had kept happening, but a few weeks ago, I got a call from a young blonde named Ashley Davis asking for a big favor. See, before I left, I had been in several often violent confrontations with Kaylyn James Evans, and now that the Wrestling Championship Federation is back, so is Kaylyn. Only this time, Kaylyn has been signed to a contract with a manager, and that manager is Ashley Davis. She knew how I’ve had a history of fighting against Kaylyn, and how I would absolutely love to have a chance to get back at her for all the shit she’s given me over this last ten months or so that I’ve been with the company on and off, so I did what a Speede always does; when it looked like I was down and out, I got back up and came back in, and now that I’m back, I’m going harder and stronger than ever before.”
”Okay, so your first match now that you’re back is against Odin Balfore, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. What are your thoughts about this?”
”I think this was a very wise choice by management. They know I’m top tier entertainment, so they booked me against the guy who is at this very moment the best the company has to offer. I’m not going to lie, I make my fair share of jokes about Odin Balfore because he isn’t a spring chicken anymore or because he’s taller than the freaking Hulk, but the truth is that he is one of, if not the very best in the company right now, and holding that belt is just a symbol of how good he really is. The thing is, though, that it’s my first match back, and I’m on a level that I haven’t yet shown to the WCF. I’m in the zone right now, Hank, and come the start of my match, I’m going to let loose a whole new frequency of success that you’ve never seen from me before. Booking me against Odin will be something this company will love having done when the ratings from this Sunday night’s Slam come rolling in.”
”What are your thoughts about the World Champion?”
”Odin Balfore is quite the capable wrestler, but he’s not good enough to defeat me; not this time. I’ve waited too long to go one on one with someone who could really put me in my place like no other in this business, and if anyone in the Wrestling Championship Federation can do it, it’ll be Odin. Corey Black is a has been that will never be on top of his game again, and Torture’s return is just that; it’s torture for the rest of us to watch him come down to the ring and try to talk when all we can really hear are his senile thoughts coming from his lips. Odin Balfore is a true test to me, and when I beat him, it’ll show just what happens when you try to mess with Roy Speede. He thinks he’s hot shit, Hank, but he’s going down this week, and the victor will be none other than The Silver Lining.
Now, he definitely has a point; he’s thinking that I’m going to be nervous to get a shot at such a big name in the company right now, and there’s no doubt that I’m a bit nervous, but nervousness is to be expected on your big return whether it’s against Odin Balfore or motherfucking Adam Young; would I be nervous against him if it weren’t my return match? Absolutely not; and I’m not going to be nervous once I get into that ring, either; I’m going to slide under the ropes into the ring and I’m going to do what I always do, and do what I’ve always done, and that’s give a hundred and ten percent; I’m going to go from bell to bell and give it everything I’ve got, and when this match is over, it will be good enough to fell the World Champion.
Granted, my time since I signed with the company has been preoccupied with Kaylyn James Evans and Ashley Davis, but they will be thrown to the back of my mind once I slide into that ring, because my number one goal right now is defeating Odin Balfore to put my name in the running for a World Heavyweight Championship match. When I pin Odin Balfore, and my music hits the speakers while the referee raises my hand in victory, Seth Lerch will know that without a doubt he made a good choice by putting that contract down on the table for me to sign, and bringing me back into the company. Odin Balfore’s been on a hot streak lately in the WCF, so there’s no doubt that he’s got the momentum, but momentum can go fuck itself; it’s going to be stopped dead on Sunday night.
This match belongs to one person, and one person alone, and that is The Silver lining, Roy Speede. He’s a two time World Champion, but those two times will be nothing but fond memories after I beat him to earn a shot at his championship, because after tonight, I’ll be simply one win away from the belt. He can’t even relate to me right now, because he’s got advantages in size; when he won the title, it was against Donald Deruty for his first championship, and then against Johnny Reb for his second; both men were smaller than he is, so he doesn’t know what it’s like to have the odds stacked against him and then rise above those odds to come out on top. I’ve made my career out of it, and this time, I’m going to do that same exact thing again. You just watch and see, Hank; this match will mark but the first victory on the return of Roy Speede. He can think all he wants that I’m mad at him, or he can try to think he’s a level above me, but nonetheless, he’s going to be defeated; what burns in me is a fire; a passion for what I do, and it’s that passion that makes me strive further and drive deeper than Odin Balfore will ever imagine. And I tell you again, once and for all, that this night belongs to Roy Speede!”
”Thank you for that insight, Roy, and good luck in your match.”
”Thank you, Hank.”
The scene fades to black as Roy walks away.
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The remnants of the once vibrant sunset are still in the sky, and the moon is peeking out from down an alley between two rather large buildings, four stories tall at their very least. On one of them, an awning, upon which the letters MART are present, presumably placed after some other letters. Sliding glass double doors can be seen below the awning. The other is just a dull, gray office building, no letters or anything visibly present perhaps due to the lighting, but there isn’t anything completely visible there at this moment. From the store walks an old lady with glasses and a purse, and a plastic bag reading QUIKMART waving in the gentle breeze. Walking past the alley, a pair of arms reaches out and grabs her by the arm, pulling her into the darkness. Moments later, someone wearing dark pants, dark fingerless gloves, a dark striped shirt, possibly navy and black, and a ski mask jumps from the darkness with the lady’s purse.
”Help! Somebody, help!”
The camera stays on the man running, but cuts back to where Roy Speede is walking out of the same QUIKMART to hear her cries. He runs over to her, and sees her, shaking and cold, leaning against the building.
”What’s wrong, miss?”
”That man stole my purse!”
The woman points in the direction the thief ran, but he’s by now a distance away, and Roy can barely see him. Nonetheless, he nods, and takes off after him. From his pocket, he pulls out his switchblade, and flips it open in mid-stride. Seeing the man round a turn, Roy picks up the pace, and uses a lamp post to make his turn faster. He flings the knife, his left-handedness not helping on his AIM. His target, however, is hit in the leg with Speede’s blade, and falls to the ground, grabbing at his leg in pain. Speede, still a bit behind, picks up the pace and comes to a stop, standing above the man.
”Now now, hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to take things that don’t belong to you? You’re worse than Odin Balfore, ripping that title out of Donald Deruty’s clutches at Ultimate Showdown when clearly the referee was biased in favor of the current World Champion. The ref has been ever since I could remember; how else could someone like Balfore go... what, fourteen and three?”
A soft chuckle escapes Roy’s lips before he bends down, pulling from his back pocket two shiny steel rings, connected to one another with a chain. He slaps the handcuffs on one of the criminal’s wrists, and then wraps his arm around behind his back before locking in the other one. Roy picks up his switchblade, closes it, and slides it into his pocket, and then takes the lady’s slightly ripped purse from in front of the man. Last but not least, he grabs the man by the collar, and pulls him to his feet, before turning him around to walk back in the direction Roy had just chased him.
”You’re hopeless, you know that? Stealing isn’t going to get you anywhere, especially if you look up to someone who taught you to do better than that. What’s the point in it, anyway? So what, you are stealing a purse from an old lady you might get a hundred dollars. Oh big whoop, if you’re that desperate for money, you might as well take out a loan at the bank or something; stealing isn’t worth it. It’s like winning a match with something as generic as a chokebreaker or a powerbomb; sure, it may look good to you now and help you for a few minutes, but it won’t do anything long term. You have to think outside the box. Invest what you’ve got in something beneficial like starting your own business, maybe mass-producing Silver Bullets or something useful.”
”You just need to shut up. You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that kid?”
”And you aren’t? You just stole a woman’s purse from her.”
”So what. I’m doing what I know. Sounds like you’re a... a shitty professional wrestler or something like that, right?”
”Well, yeah, I’m not that good, but I still believe in upholding the law. So yeah, I catch criminals sometimes to help out the general public. It’s a much better and more helpful hobby than a lot of them out there. I mean, what is the benefit of burning all your money on golf or some sport where you ride in a cart and then swing at a ball? Or what about giraffe hunting; isn’t that illegal anyway? I thought giraffe were endangered; why not kill off another species that could survive a lot easier without you? Right?”
”Survival of the fittest.”
”Hence why I caught you, then. I’m in shape, and I use that to my advantage. I’m eighteen, and I’m build well. I mean, could you imagine if I were to go up against someone who was like... fifty? Seriously, like some seven foot tall three hundred forty pound decrepit, aged, senile old man. How hilarious would that be.”
”I dunno, kid. He’d have like a hundred and fifty pounds over you I bet.”
”Odin’s only one forty-three heavier than me, to be exact, but yeah, size goes to him. That’s the only thing that worries me about him though; it’s like how trying to walk would probably make his knees buckle under his weight, and he’d have to keep looking at the doors so he didn’t hit his head. To be perfectly honest, he thinks he knows exactly what I know about him; in a sense, he’s right, but there are some things he doesn’t know I know, and there’s virtually everything about me that he doesn’t know. I’m a much more capable person than anyone like him would ever dream.”
”Who the hell are you talking about?”
”Only the Wrestling Championship Federation’s current World Heavyweight Champion, Odin Balfore, a giant, spineless ape whose idea of fun is making other beings suffer, whether it’s a human or an animal. He’s enough of an idiot to punch a giraffe.”
”A giraffe? Seriously? A giraffe?”
”Yeah, a giraffe. And he thinks punching a giraffe is going to scare me into avoiding my match against him this Sunday evening.”
”Um... what?”
”You guessed right, dude, I’m a professional wrestler, and I’ve got a nontitle match against the World Champ this week, so I’m going to make the most of it and test myself against the self proclaimed bad mother fucker.”
”He fucks his mother?”
”Oh my gosh, dude, you’re sick! Although, maybe that’s how he’s still so mobile for an old guy; too much of his mother’s pussy probably gave him immortality or something.”
”You’re weird, kid. Only someone sick and twisted like you would come up with that.”
”I’m not sick nor twisted; I’m just trying to come up with a logical explanation for how that man keeps on going. It’s like he’s on crack or something.”
”What’s wrong with crack? I find it’s really helpful for-“
”It’s illegal, that’s what. It’s like brass knuckles or a kick in the balls during a match; completely against the rules, and not at all something effective to begin with. Now, as my old rival Jason Kash might point out, Marijuana’s much better anyway.”
”Jason Kash? You knew him?”
”Yeah; he was the head of Organized Violence, an ex-tag team that I used to fight against frequently in the Wrestling Championship Federation.”
”He told me all about that place... Wait, let me guess. You’re that Roy Speedo kid aren’t you?”
”It’s Speede. But yeah, that’s me. How did you now Kash anyway?”
”I used to sell him his shit, man.”
”Ahh, confession to possession and distribution charges right there.”
”What? Are you serious?”
”About as serious as Odin Balfore was punching a giraffe. He thinks a giraffe is going to get into my head, but he’s sorely mistaken. Giraffes, unlike myself, are completely defenseless.”
By this point they are face to face with the old woman. Roy extends his hand, returning her purse to her. There are two police officers, one male and one female, standing by. Roy shoves the criminal toward them, and the man drags him toward a police car as the old woman takes her purse, smiling.
”Thank you young man! I really appreciate your courtesy. How could I ever repay you?”
”Oh, it’s no big deal, ma’am. It’s all in a day’s work, and it’s more than worth it to help someone in need.”
The female police officer grabs Roy by the collar of his shirt, and pulls him off down the alley as the woman walks off with her stuff. She turns him around and shoves him back against the wall of the building, looking right at him. He looks over at her, puzzled.
”Roy, what in God’s name were you doing?”
”I was helping someone that needed my help. What did it look like? And who are you to know me like that?”
”It’s Abbie! You know, Abbie Grande?”
”My goodness you look different. What happened?”
”I dyed my hair, got it cut, and after I got this job, I got into a confrontation with some guy with a knife who gave me a deep cut on my face, so I had to have surgery to repair that. God damn, that hurt.”
”Watch the use of the Lord’s name in vain, Abbs. He’ll frown upon that.”
”Sorry... So anyway, what have you been up to?”
”Same ol’ same ol’, you know, in and out with the WCF, having trouble with that Kaylyn James Evans girl again.”
”Really, you still have to deal with her?”
”Oh believe me, it sucks. But at least now I’ve got someone on my side to help. And get this: my teammate is Kaylyn’s hired manager. Ashley, that’s the girl’s name, has been trying to get Kay to calm down for a while, you know, to stop dressing like a whore and stuff, and it’s driving Kaylyn crazy! Oh, you have to see it to believe it!”
”I still keep an eye out over there at times, so I have seen some of that. She’s ridiculous, isn’t she? Why do you even pay a bit of attention to her to begin with? Do you like her or something?”
”Are you kidding me? She’s appalling; I’m just helping out someone who has a good reason to be against her while she has only bad characteristics about her that need change. If anything, I hate her. But I can’t worry about her this week. This week I’ve got to face Odin Balfore, the World Champ, one on one.”
”Really? You’ve got a World Heavyweight Championship match?”
”It’s not for the title, but I know he doesn’t have an opponent in the main event of the pay-per-view on New Year’s Day, so if I beat him this week, it’s got to put me up there in that select few that can be considered legitimate contenders, right?”
”No kidding. Wait, Odin Balfore? That can’t be his real name can it?”
”I’m not really sure. I doubt it. I mean, if it is, it suits him perfectly. He thinks of himself as this almighty, godlike being, like the Norse God named Odin, and yet much like North mythology, he’s full of nothing but bullshit lies and ridiculousness. Think of it this way; his idea of fun is going to Africa and harming an endangered species; what is his problem, anyway?”
”I dunno, Roy, but I’ve got to get going, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”
”Alright; is your phone number still the same then?”
”Yeah, it is. I’ll text you later, okay?”
”Of course. I’d love to talk to you again more often.”
Abbie smiles, and gives him a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking off. Roy watches her walk away, and the scene fades to black.
SCENE TWO: Interview
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Roy Speede is backstage in the interview room, alongside Hank Brown; Hank is in his traditional suit, and Roy is wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans.
”Hello folks, and good evening to you all. As always, I’m Hank Brown, and alongside me at this time is my guest, the returning young superstar known as Roy Speede! Roy, what made you decide to come back to the Wrestling Championship Federation after having stepped away?”
”Quite honestly Hank, I didn’t think I would be coming back to this place again after what had kept happening, but a few weeks ago, I got a call from a young blonde named Ashley Davis asking for a big favor. See, before I left, I had been in several often violent confrontations with Kaylyn James Evans, and now that the Wrestling Championship Federation is back, so is Kaylyn. Only this time, Kaylyn has been signed to a contract with a manager, and that manager is Ashley Davis. She knew how I’ve had a history of fighting against Kaylyn, and how I would absolutely love to have a chance to get back at her for all the shit she’s given me over this last ten months or so that I’ve been with the company on and off, so I did what a Speede always does; when it looked like I was down and out, I got back up and came back in, and now that I’m back, I’m going harder and stronger than ever before.”
”Okay, so your first match now that you’re back is against Odin Balfore, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. What are your thoughts about this?”
”I think this was a very wise choice by management. They know I’m top tier entertainment, so they booked me against the guy who is at this very moment the best the company has to offer. I’m not going to lie, I make my fair share of jokes about Odin Balfore because he isn’t a spring chicken anymore or because he’s taller than the freaking Hulk, but the truth is that he is one of, if not the very best in the company right now, and holding that belt is just a symbol of how good he really is. The thing is, though, that it’s my first match back, and I’m on a level that I haven’t yet shown to the WCF. I’m in the zone right now, Hank, and come the start of my match, I’m going to let loose a whole new frequency of success that you’ve never seen from me before. Booking me against Odin will be something this company will love having done when the ratings from this Sunday night’s Slam come rolling in.”
”What are your thoughts about the World Champion?”
”Odin Balfore is quite the capable wrestler, but he’s not good enough to defeat me; not this time. I’ve waited too long to go one on one with someone who could really put me in my place like no other in this business, and if anyone in the Wrestling Championship Federation can do it, it’ll be Odin. Corey Black is a has been that will never be on top of his game again, and Torture’s return is just that; it’s torture for the rest of us to watch him come down to the ring and try to talk when all we can really hear are his senile thoughts coming from his lips. Odin Balfore is a true test to me, and when I beat him, it’ll show just what happens when you try to mess with Roy Speede. He thinks he’s hot shit, Hank, but he’s going down this week, and the victor will be none other than The Silver Lining.
Now, he definitely has a point; he’s thinking that I’m going to be nervous to get a shot at such a big name in the company right now, and there’s no doubt that I’m a bit nervous, but nervousness is to be expected on your big return whether it’s against Odin Balfore or motherfucking Adam Young; would I be nervous against him if it weren’t my return match? Absolutely not; and I’m not going to be nervous once I get into that ring, either; I’m going to slide under the ropes into the ring and I’m going to do what I always do, and do what I’ve always done, and that’s give a hundred and ten percent; I’m going to go from bell to bell and give it everything I’ve got, and when this match is over, it will be good enough to fell the World Champion.
Granted, my time since I signed with the company has been preoccupied with Kaylyn James Evans and Ashley Davis, but they will be thrown to the back of my mind once I slide into that ring, because my number one goal right now is defeating Odin Balfore to put my name in the running for a World Heavyweight Championship match. When I pin Odin Balfore, and my music hits the speakers while the referee raises my hand in victory, Seth Lerch will know that without a doubt he made a good choice by putting that contract down on the table for me to sign, and bringing me back into the company. Odin Balfore’s been on a hot streak lately in the WCF, so there’s no doubt that he’s got the momentum, but momentum can go fuck itself; it’s going to be stopped dead on Sunday night.
This match belongs to one person, and one person alone, and that is The Silver lining, Roy Speede. He’s a two time World Champion, but those two times will be nothing but fond memories after I beat him to earn a shot at his championship, because after tonight, I’ll be simply one win away from the belt. He can’t even relate to me right now, because he’s got advantages in size; when he won the title, it was against Donald Deruty for his first championship, and then against Johnny Reb for his second; both men were smaller than he is, so he doesn’t know what it’s like to have the odds stacked against him and then rise above those odds to come out on top. I’ve made my career out of it, and this time, I’m going to do that same exact thing again. You just watch and see, Hank; this match will mark but the first victory on the return of Roy Speede. He can think all he wants that I’m mad at him, or he can try to think he’s a level above me, but nonetheless, he’s going to be defeated; what burns in me is a fire; a passion for what I do, and it’s that passion that makes me strive further and drive deeper than Odin Balfore will ever imagine. And I tell you again, once and for all, that this night belongs to Roy Speede!”
”Thank you for that insight, Roy, and good luck in your match.”
”Thank you, Hank.”
The scene fades to black as Roy walks away.
