Post by moorles on Jun 15, 2020 15:06:47 GMT -5
Scavenger paces, mumbling to himself as he initially ignore the camera. "It's on me," he keeps repeating.
Lester is nowhere to be seen, but Morris is standing behind the veteran steel chair which saw Scavenger win so many titles over the years. Morris looks like he has seen better days, his eyes fixated on the camera that his manager is ignoring.
Scavenger finally stops the pacing and faces the camera. "It would appear that Lester Burrows could be out of action for awhile thanks to a rather brutal attack on him and that is on me. All of this is on me. I take full responsibility for that which has happened to my boys thus far. I didn't bring them here for fun and games, but I brought them here to emerge as champions and yet.... here we are."
He picks up the chair, folds it and raises it as if he might strike Morris. Morris doesn't move, unafraid that his manager might actually be ready to snap. He is still staring straight at the camera.
"See, Holden, I tried asking you nicely. I tried to get you to stop, but I am the one responsible here as I should have picked up steely vengeance here and done the deed myself. I should have seen past who you are and who you're related to. I should have seen past all of that in order to protect Lester and I didn't. That is on me."
He pauses and looks the chair over. He manages a smile while pointing out a dent in the object. "I remember the skull I cracked to dent it right there. That was in an age where we didn't worry about cracking someone over the head. Maybe, as I have grown older, I have grown softer? Maybe, I have become a more caring and sensitive man. Maybe I am looking forward to being a grandfather someday soon and settling down in Florida."
This is where Morris finally steps forward and speaks. "2020 has been a tough time for so many. Now I get to stand here alone because of what happened to Les. I get to stand here alone and deal with being seen as half of a whole. I get to stand here on my own, not a win to my name in this company and seeing us being targeted by some ego freak who wants to treat us like common entry level talent? I understand there are awards being handed out around here. Can I vote on whose head I want on a pike? Can I vote on who I want to drag into a steel cage and show him what my manager here taught me about wrestling inside that structure? Can I speak up on just how much I want to step inside that ring again and prove my worth?"
Scavenger then interrupts. "Maybe I need to step into the ring while Lester is healing up. Maybe I need to physically back up Morris here. Maybe I need to take care of business and teach the youth of today some respect. Maybe I need to remind the wrestling world just what I can do and just who I am. Maybe pleading from outside the ring isn't going to work." He puts the chair down carefully and then faces the camera again. "See, Holden, there is a line. There is a line and you crossed it, son. You crossed it and I tried being nice. I tried being a voice of reason and you showed there is on reasoning there. You showed me you want to break arms and bully the new guys in the ring. Pure Class Wrestling apparently might also be Peckerwood Champions Wrestling if you're gunning to be top dog, Ross."
Morris nods and picks up from there. "I am sure we will be told to mind our manners, that we are new here and we should be respectful. We should get in line and just be happy to have jobs in this economy. I can take my share of the night's take and just nod my head and fall in line. The thing is, I believe respect has to be earned and all my first couple of experiences with this company have earned is contempt. It may be a little late in the game, but we are awake. Lester is going to heal up. You didn't break the arm. You didn't finish the job. He might be out of commission, but he will return."
Scavenger then speaks his turn to send the message home. "If you're going to attack like that, you had damned better kill us or you're going to wish you did. We will reign hellfire on this entire damned roster if we have to. Pray I stay retired, son. Pray I stay retired."
Scavenger and Morris exit and the camera zooms in on the chair before we fade to black...
Lester is nowhere to be seen, but Morris is standing behind the veteran steel chair which saw Scavenger win so many titles over the years. Morris looks like he has seen better days, his eyes fixated on the camera that his manager is ignoring.
Scavenger finally stops the pacing and faces the camera. "It would appear that Lester Burrows could be out of action for awhile thanks to a rather brutal attack on him and that is on me. All of this is on me. I take full responsibility for that which has happened to my boys thus far. I didn't bring them here for fun and games, but I brought them here to emerge as champions and yet.... here we are."
He picks up the chair, folds it and raises it as if he might strike Morris. Morris doesn't move, unafraid that his manager might actually be ready to snap. He is still staring straight at the camera.
"See, Holden, I tried asking you nicely. I tried to get you to stop, but I am the one responsible here as I should have picked up steely vengeance here and done the deed myself. I should have seen past who you are and who you're related to. I should have seen past all of that in order to protect Lester and I didn't. That is on me."
He pauses and looks the chair over. He manages a smile while pointing out a dent in the object. "I remember the skull I cracked to dent it right there. That was in an age where we didn't worry about cracking someone over the head. Maybe, as I have grown older, I have grown softer? Maybe, I have become a more caring and sensitive man. Maybe I am looking forward to being a grandfather someday soon and settling down in Florida."
This is where Morris finally steps forward and speaks. "2020 has been a tough time for so many. Now I get to stand here alone because of what happened to Les. I get to stand here alone and deal with being seen as half of a whole. I get to stand here on my own, not a win to my name in this company and seeing us being targeted by some ego freak who wants to treat us like common entry level talent? I understand there are awards being handed out around here. Can I vote on whose head I want on a pike? Can I vote on who I want to drag into a steel cage and show him what my manager here taught me about wrestling inside that structure? Can I speak up on just how much I want to step inside that ring again and prove my worth?"
Scavenger then interrupts. "Maybe I need to step into the ring while Lester is healing up. Maybe I need to physically back up Morris here. Maybe I need to take care of business and teach the youth of today some respect. Maybe I need to remind the wrestling world just what I can do and just who I am. Maybe pleading from outside the ring isn't going to work." He puts the chair down carefully and then faces the camera again. "See, Holden, there is a line. There is a line and you crossed it, son. You crossed it and I tried being nice. I tried being a voice of reason and you showed there is on reasoning there. You showed me you want to break arms and bully the new guys in the ring. Pure Class Wrestling apparently might also be Peckerwood Champions Wrestling if you're gunning to be top dog, Ross."
Morris nods and picks up from there. "I am sure we will be told to mind our manners, that we are new here and we should be respectful. We should get in line and just be happy to have jobs in this economy. I can take my share of the night's take and just nod my head and fall in line. The thing is, I believe respect has to be earned and all my first couple of experiences with this company have earned is contempt. It may be a little late in the game, but we are awake. Lester is going to heal up. You didn't break the arm. You didn't finish the job. He might be out of commission, but he will return."
Scavenger then speaks his turn to send the message home. "If you're going to attack like that, you had damned better kill us or you're going to wish you did. We will reign hellfire on this entire damned roster if we have to. Pray I stay retired, son. Pray I stay retired."
Scavenger and Morris exit and the camera zooms in on the chair before we fade to black...