Post by Knuxy Baby on Oct 7, 2016 23:09:38 GMT -5
[The scene opens up with Dick standing with his back against a white brick wall. The bricks are stained from age and the white is peeling off. Dick stands up straight as he begins to clap slowly.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Hahaha. Everybody has had their laughs and jokes. Now it's time to get fuckin' serious.
[Dick is wearing an old John Blade T-Shirt with the sleeves cut off with a pair of worn out winter camo shorts. His feet are covered with a pair of black Converse and he has socks poking out of the top of them.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Who the fuck is John Blade?! Like really? Why the hell is he the New Generation Champion? He's the most untalented piece of trash I've ever seen in my life. I've fought clowns, a fuckin' alien, and even a tiger, but they were nothing compared to this joke. Blade looks exactly like Marky Mark. Even dresses like him! The difference though is Marky Mark had talent, this scrub doesn't have shit, but a lucky streak.
[Dick begins to pace as the camera follows his movements. He looks irritated at the fact that he has to face a man like Blade.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I mean I get it man. Give to the special needs to make them feel good. There's always a foundation trying to make the lesser man feel like the Champ. But that's not what I'm here for. I'm not here to make a bunch of special ed kids feel like a million bucks. I'm here to win Championships and break motherfuckin' faces! Last week was a mistake. This week I won't make the same mistake twice.
[Dick spits a wad of saliva on the ground as he stops pacing and folds his arms across his chest. He looks straight at the camera now as he snorts.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: This week I've got Blade in a match for that New Generation strap. I plan on walking out with that belt make no mistake about it. I'm coming for that goddamn belt. You can bring your steel chain and you can try and get those fans to chant your name, but it won't matter. I don't give a shit what these fans like and I'm not scared of some chump chain. You bring out that chain and I'll bring out this baby.
[Dick reaches out of frame and comes back in with a baseball bat covered in broken glass and broken beer bottles. The edges are sharp and Dick begin to inspect the glass.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: We'll go shot for shot man. You give me a shot with that pathetic chain, I'll take mine and tear flesh from fuckin' bone. Then I'll simply take that belt off your dead, skinless corpse. Think I'm playing? Think is is some kind of joke? Try me man. Test my worth. I'm ready to fuckin' MURDER!
[Dick places the bat against the wall as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You've got two days left before we met in that ring. Make sure you take care of that belt. Shine it up real nice and make it pretty for me. Because come October ninth... that belt is coming home with Dick Devereaux. Try to stop me... I fuckin' dare you!
[Dick shoves the camera away as he walks off. The camera readjusts and zooms in on the baseball bat before fading out slowly to black.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Hahaha. Everybody has had their laughs and jokes. Now it's time to get fuckin' serious.
[Dick is wearing an old John Blade T-Shirt with the sleeves cut off with a pair of worn out winter camo shorts. His feet are covered with a pair of black Converse and he has socks poking out of the top of them.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Who the fuck is John Blade?! Like really? Why the hell is he the New Generation Champion? He's the most untalented piece of trash I've ever seen in my life. I've fought clowns, a fuckin' alien, and even a tiger, but they were nothing compared to this joke. Blade looks exactly like Marky Mark. Even dresses like him! The difference though is Marky Mark had talent, this scrub doesn't have shit, but a lucky streak.
[Dick begins to pace as the camera follows his movements. He looks irritated at the fact that he has to face a man like Blade.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: I mean I get it man. Give to the special needs to make them feel good. There's always a foundation trying to make the lesser man feel like the Champ. But that's not what I'm here for. I'm not here to make a bunch of special ed kids feel like a million bucks. I'm here to win Championships and break motherfuckin' faces! Last week was a mistake. This week I won't make the same mistake twice.
[Dick spits a wad of saliva on the ground as he stops pacing and folds his arms across his chest. He looks straight at the camera now as he snorts.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: This week I've got Blade in a match for that New Generation strap. I plan on walking out with that belt make no mistake about it. I'm coming for that goddamn belt. You can bring your steel chain and you can try and get those fans to chant your name, but it won't matter. I don't give a shit what these fans like and I'm not scared of some chump chain. You bring out that chain and I'll bring out this baby.
[Dick reaches out of frame and comes back in with a baseball bat covered in broken glass and broken beer bottles. The edges are sharp and Dick begin to inspect the glass.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: We'll go shot for shot man. You give me a shot with that pathetic chain, I'll take mine and tear flesh from fuckin' bone. Then I'll simply take that belt off your dead, skinless corpse. Think I'm playing? Think is is some kind of joke? Try me man. Test my worth. I'm ready to fuckin' MURDER!
[Dick places the bat against the wall as he continues.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You've got two days left before we met in that ring. Make sure you take care of that belt. Shine it up real nice and make it pretty for me. Because come October ninth... that belt is coming home with Dick Devereaux. Try to stop me... I fuckin' dare you!
[Dick shoves the camera away as he walks off. The camera readjusts and zooms in on the baseball bat before fading out slowly to black.]
