Post by havok360 on Jan 5, 2006 19:51:42 GMT -5
The camera comes into focus looking over a nightclub. Within the night club are many women to entertain the guests for money and to see other things for the club. While looking on the outside we see neon lights reflecting off of the sign. As we scoot closer to the main door we see a sign on the outside which reads:
“Dollar-Night! Watch as these sexy women bare all for just one dollar!”
Below the text on the board are two of the dancers’ pictures which show them hanging all over each other. The description of the picture is one dancer placing a dollar in another girl’s g-string, as they both look at the camera with whoops I didn’t mean to look over their faces. As we begin to walk up the stairs a security officer interrupts us from entering.
Security Officer: I am sorry but no cameras are allowed in the building.
Disappointed we begin to head back down the stairs. We begin to walk away before hearing Havok’s voice in the building. We turn back and see Havok heading towards the exit with two women. One under each arm and he has them both giggling like school girls. He walks out of the building and says bye to the security officer and stops dead in his tracks after noticing us.
Havok: Can I get a towel? I just bought this tuxedo and don’t feel like getting it dirty.
The security officer calls on his radio and asks another staff member to bring out a towel. Moments later a man comes out with a towel and begins to hand it to Havok. Havok doesn’t attempt or to grab it. It is like he totally didn’t acknowledge the man standing there until he spoke.
Havok: You don’t expect me to lay it out do you? Lay the towel on the steps and have it completely spread out so the ladies and I can all sit on it.
Te staff member does what is asked of him. He thanks Havok for coming and begins to walk away until Havok taps him on the shoulder. The staff member turns around and directed in his face is a crisp $100 bill. Havok waves it back and forth in his face. The man reaches for it and while reaching he is praising Havok. Havok pulls away the money just out of reach before the staff member is able to grab it.
Havok: You want this money? You have to earn it, get down on all fours and polish my shoes.
The man rolls his eyes and has a disgusted yet pissed off look on his face. The man begins mumbling as he walks back up the stares. Havok watches him walk up the stairs and says something to the staff member once again.
Havok: Hell, money doesn’t grow on trees. It isn’t handed to you on a silver platter. To have money you must work hard and shed sweat and tears for it. Unless you are me and you have it inherited to you.
Havok lets out a chuckle and pulls the women in closer to him. He sits down on the towel that is placed on the steps. The ladies sit down next to him. His arm never leaves either girls’ necks. He looks around and then looks back at the camera.
Havok: Seriously what the hell is Valor thinking? More importantly, what is Mr. Lynch thinking? They are going to place me in a match against one superstar that has been moving up the ranks as of late, known as, Seth Xavier. Then in the other corner we have the Juniorweight Champion, Martin Paine. At first I looked at this opportunity for some practice. I would go in there and demolish my opponents and have a warm up match for my title match at Wrestlefest. The more and more I thought about it, the smarter on the situation I became. Lynch is placing me in this match to ware me down. He is placing me in a match with two of the best competitors within Valor. Why? He is hoping I get too tired and beat up to compete at Wrestlefest for the Juniorweight Championship. All it is, is an insurance policy, for his Juniorweight Champion.
Havok gets a smirk on his face and picks stuff out of his teeth with his tongue. He then spits away from the towel but yet, hitting the stairs. Up top the security officer isn’t taking his eyes off of Havok. Havok rolls his shoulders and pops his neck and begins to speak again.
Havok: A lot of you are probably thinking the same thing. Insurance policy? That makes no sense what so ever. The more and more you think about it, you will realize my point. Martin is going into this match, not for the win, but to inflict pain on me. Paine is going to stay out of the way of Xavier and allow him to whoop up on me. The moment I begin to strike back, Martin is going to strike like a rattlesnake. He is willing to stop at nothing to injure me, just like Mr. Lynch is expecting from me. He knows that, having me injured is the only way for him to retain his title, so that is what he is going to do. Weapons? Hell yeah he will use them. DQ? He doesn’t care if he gets disqualified, because this match doesn’t matter to him. That is the difference between Paine and I. I focus on every match no matter the stipulation or how it benefits me. A win is a win, but yet the Juniorweight Champion only worries about that title that is around his waist. As long as he is going to retain the title, he doesn’t care what he has to do, to do so.
Havok pulls the girl that is on his right side toward him and kisses her on the forehead. Then he turns his head and looks at the girl on the left side of him and does the same. He whispers in their ear and they stand up and walk back inside. He scoots closer to the camera and gets an intense look on his face. He begins to speak.
Havok: This isn’t a time for fun and games. This is time for the big boys to prove what they got, deep down inside them. Are they willing to sweat, cry, and shed the blood to become the number one best in the business? Doubt it, or at least know they aren’t as focused as I am. You see, Martin has a funny thing of thinking the fans pull him out of tough bines and situations. When truly you must feel deep down that you are the one that pulled yourself out of the ditch of shame. I was once a fool like Martin, believing the idiot fans mattered. Dedicated everything I had to those hicks, but then I realized, it was me and only me, that got me where I was and where I still am today. Martin you need to snap out of the brainwashing and realize that you are your own being. After I win this match at Shotglass Saturday Night, and then go on and beat you at Wrestlefest for the Juniorweight Championship, you will realize the fans did nothing for you within this federation, besides HOLD YOU BACK!
A car drives by on the street and honks; Havok acknowledges the car and nods. He then looks down at his feet. He sees a scuff on his shoe, so he licks his finger and removed the mark. He then wipes his dirty finger on the edge of the towel he is sitting on. He focuses back at the camera and begins to speak.
Havok: Now I turn my attention over to the rising star of Valor. Mr. Seth Xavier. You have had some impressive victories I must say but you have not made the accomplishes that I have made within this company. I have beaten the best and gained the respect I stride for within the company. Not by the fans, who the hell needs them when you have money? I am talking about the respect from all the wrestlers; I have gained them, not by asking for it, not by paying them off, but by knocking the shit into them. You see money is great, but isn’t everything, and I didn’t get my abilities by paining anyone off, I did that all on my own when I was broke. I will prove my capabilities to the two of you at Shotglass. Seth, I know you are planning on coming into this match and pulling out the win, but it isn’t going to happen. I am going to surprise you, Martin, and that son of a bitch Mr. Lynch.
Havok stands up off the towel and begins to fold it up. He begins to walk back up the stairs and into the building. Before entering he stops and turns back toward the camera. He takes a couple steps closer and begins to speak.
Havok: Look Paine, you had ONE upset over me, and stole my title, I will capture it for the first time at Wrestlefest. Xavier, if I was you I would focus more on the man that has beaten you, and by that I mean, Morbid. He and you have had a short feud going on, and I feel the tension. I know you aren’t going to be able to concentrate 100% and that is your weakness. I am like a dog that has the taste of blood within me. I see that you are vulnerable and I attack that weakness. Oh and trust me I plan on breaking you and Martin in half come Saturday. With the fans booing me and saying I don’t have what it takes is a motive for me to prove those hicks wrong. I don’t get it, they loved me when I was poor, but when that bitch of a grandmother croaked and I inherited all this money, they turned their backs on me. Everyone in this business let it be owners, wrestlers, and the fans themselves are just jealous of what I have and want it. All I have to say is…If you want some, Come get some!
Havok then walks back up the stairs with the towel folded and laying on his forearm. He stops right in front of the security guard and looks him directly in the eye. Showing no respect he spits in the man’s face and throws the towel over his head. Before the security guard could suck in what just happened and bounce back with retaliation, he is met with many other staff members blocking his way to Havok. We see in the far back Havok paying off the owner of the night club and walking into the darkness of the building with the same two ladies he was once with before.
“Dollar-Night! Watch as these sexy women bare all for just one dollar!”
Below the text on the board are two of the dancers’ pictures which show them hanging all over each other. The description of the picture is one dancer placing a dollar in another girl’s g-string, as they both look at the camera with whoops I didn’t mean to look over their faces. As we begin to walk up the stairs a security officer interrupts us from entering.
Security Officer: I am sorry but no cameras are allowed in the building.
Disappointed we begin to head back down the stairs. We begin to walk away before hearing Havok’s voice in the building. We turn back and see Havok heading towards the exit with two women. One under each arm and he has them both giggling like school girls. He walks out of the building and says bye to the security officer and stops dead in his tracks after noticing us.
Havok: Can I get a towel? I just bought this tuxedo and don’t feel like getting it dirty.
The security officer calls on his radio and asks another staff member to bring out a towel. Moments later a man comes out with a towel and begins to hand it to Havok. Havok doesn’t attempt or to grab it. It is like he totally didn’t acknowledge the man standing there until he spoke.
Havok: You don’t expect me to lay it out do you? Lay the towel on the steps and have it completely spread out so the ladies and I can all sit on it.
Te staff member does what is asked of him. He thanks Havok for coming and begins to walk away until Havok taps him on the shoulder. The staff member turns around and directed in his face is a crisp $100 bill. Havok waves it back and forth in his face. The man reaches for it and while reaching he is praising Havok. Havok pulls away the money just out of reach before the staff member is able to grab it.
Havok: You want this money? You have to earn it, get down on all fours and polish my shoes.
The man rolls his eyes and has a disgusted yet pissed off look on his face. The man begins mumbling as he walks back up the stares. Havok watches him walk up the stairs and says something to the staff member once again.
Havok: Hell, money doesn’t grow on trees. It isn’t handed to you on a silver platter. To have money you must work hard and shed sweat and tears for it. Unless you are me and you have it inherited to you.
Havok lets out a chuckle and pulls the women in closer to him. He sits down on the towel that is placed on the steps. The ladies sit down next to him. His arm never leaves either girls’ necks. He looks around and then looks back at the camera.
Havok: Seriously what the hell is Valor thinking? More importantly, what is Mr. Lynch thinking? They are going to place me in a match against one superstar that has been moving up the ranks as of late, known as, Seth Xavier. Then in the other corner we have the Juniorweight Champion, Martin Paine. At first I looked at this opportunity for some practice. I would go in there and demolish my opponents and have a warm up match for my title match at Wrestlefest. The more and more I thought about it, the smarter on the situation I became. Lynch is placing me in this match to ware me down. He is placing me in a match with two of the best competitors within Valor. Why? He is hoping I get too tired and beat up to compete at Wrestlefest for the Juniorweight Championship. All it is, is an insurance policy, for his Juniorweight Champion.
Havok gets a smirk on his face and picks stuff out of his teeth with his tongue. He then spits away from the towel but yet, hitting the stairs. Up top the security officer isn’t taking his eyes off of Havok. Havok rolls his shoulders and pops his neck and begins to speak again.
Havok: A lot of you are probably thinking the same thing. Insurance policy? That makes no sense what so ever. The more and more you think about it, you will realize my point. Martin is going into this match, not for the win, but to inflict pain on me. Paine is going to stay out of the way of Xavier and allow him to whoop up on me. The moment I begin to strike back, Martin is going to strike like a rattlesnake. He is willing to stop at nothing to injure me, just like Mr. Lynch is expecting from me. He knows that, having me injured is the only way for him to retain his title, so that is what he is going to do. Weapons? Hell yeah he will use them. DQ? He doesn’t care if he gets disqualified, because this match doesn’t matter to him. That is the difference between Paine and I. I focus on every match no matter the stipulation or how it benefits me. A win is a win, but yet the Juniorweight Champion only worries about that title that is around his waist. As long as he is going to retain the title, he doesn’t care what he has to do, to do so.
Havok pulls the girl that is on his right side toward him and kisses her on the forehead. Then he turns his head and looks at the girl on the left side of him and does the same. He whispers in their ear and they stand up and walk back inside. He scoots closer to the camera and gets an intense look on his face. He begins to speak.
Havok: This isn’t a time for fun and games. This is time for the big boys to prove what they got, deep down inside them. Are they willing to sweat, cry, and shed the blood to become the number one best in the business? Doubt it, or at least know they aren’t as focused as I am. You see, Martin has a funny thing of thinking the fans pull him out of tough bines and situations. When truly you must feel deep down that you are the one that pulled yourself out of the ditch of shame. I was once a fool like Martin, believing the idiot fans mattered. Dedicated everything I had to those hicks, but then I realized, it was me and only me, that got me where I was and where I still am today. Martin you need to snap out of the brainwashing and realize that you are your own being. After I win this match at Shotglass Saturday Night, and then go on and beat you at Wrestlefest for the Juniorweight Championship, you will realize the fans did nothing for you within this federation, besides HOLD YOU BACK!
A car drives by on the street and honks; Havok acknowledges the car and nods. He then looks down at his feet. He sees a scuff on his shoe, so he licks his finger and removed the mark. He then wipes his dirty finger on the edge of the towel he is sitting on. He focuses back at the camera and begins to speak.
Havok: Now I turn my attention over to the rising star of Valor. Mr. Seth Xavier. You have had some impressive victories I must say but you have not made the accomplishes that I have made within this company. I have beaten the best and gained the respect I stride for within the company. Not by the fans, who the hell needs them when you have money? I am talking about the respect from all the wrestlers; I have gained them, not by asking for it, not by paying them off, but by knocking the shit into them. You see money is great, but isn’t everything, and I didn’t get my abilities by paining anyone off, I did that all on my own when I was broke. I will prove my capabilities to the two of you at Shotglass. Seth, I know you are planning on coming into this match and pulling out the win, but it isn’t going to happen. I am going to surprise you, Martin, and that son of a bitch Mr. Lynch.
Havok stands up off the towel and begins to fold it up. He begins to walk back up the stairs and into the building. Before entering he stops and turns back toward the camera. He takes a couple steps closer and begins to speak.
Havok: Look Paine, you had ONE upset over me, and stole my title, I will capture it for the first time at Wrestlefest. Xavier, if I was you I would focus more on the man that has beaten you, and by that I mean, Morbid. He and you have had a short feud going on, and I feel the tension. I know you aren’t going to be able to concentrate 100% and that is your weakness. I am like a dog that has the taste of blood within me. I see that you are vulnerable and I attack that weakness. Oh and trust me I plan on breaking you and Martin in half come Saturday. With the fans booing me and saying I don’t have what it takes is a motive for me to prove those hicks wrong. I don’t get it, they loved me when I was poor, but when that bitch of a grandmother croaked and I inherited all this money, they turned their backs on me. Everyone in this business let it be owners, wrestlers, and the fans themselves are just jealous of what I have and want it. All I have to say is…If you want some, Come get some!
Havok then walks back up the stairs with the towel folded and laying on his forearm. He stops right in front of the security guard and looks him directly in the eye. Showing no respect he spits in the man’s face and throws the towel over his head. Before the security guard could suck in what just happened and bounce back with retaliation, he is met with many other staff members blocking his way to Havok. We see in the far back Havok paying off the owner of the night club and walking into the darkness of the building with the same two ladies he was once with before.
