Post by Donovan Basch on Dec 1, 2017 13:29:06 GMT -5
Dockweiler State Beach
Playa Del Rey, California
Scene opens with a shot of Donovan Basch sitting on the rim of a fire pit. He looks behind him and notices a partially burned wooden stick. He absentmindedly takes it and begins making random patterns in the sand with it.
Donovan:I should be furious.
I should be leaving waves of destruction wherever I go…
Strangely, I am almost…. Calm.
It's less than 3 weeks until the happiest day of my life, when Danni LeBlanc becomes my wife….
THAT is what is keeping me from going completely ballistic.
People may look at my situation and see nothing wrong. “You live a charmed life, Donovan Basch. You have more money than you could ever spend, a drop dead gorgeous fiance, and TWO careers that anyone else would kill to have. What could you possibly be upset about?”
What's wrong?
I can sum that up in two words…
Karari Makelah
It's not that I'm perturbed at the young lady personally, but she's being handed something on a silver platter that rightfully belongs to ME, and that's a shot at Julianna DiMaria’s West Coast Championship. What was the bloody point of securing the number one contender’s position if something like this is going to happen? I won a tournament to be the next person to face the West Coast Champion back in August… AUGUST!
I’ve been patient, but even MY patience has its limits. You can imagine my chagrin when the card for Hype was announced and I saw that a championship match was signed and I was not in it. No, DiMaria wants to “get a little bit of payback” for Makelah eliminating her from the All Female Invitational. So, explain the logic of this to me. Makelah defeats DiMaria in the AFI, but doesn’t win it, yet gets a title opportunity AFTER a Number One Contender has already been named. Julianna, you can claim that you were railroaded into this match, and you know what? I’m not buying it for a second. You put up more of a protest having to face Alechs Aurelio than you have at putting your title on the line at Hype, so spare me the the false indignation, little girl.
And while this farce is going on, where does that leave me?
Bit by bit, describing his exclusion from the title match has worsened Donovan’s facial expression. He stands, brushes the sand from his pants, and begins to walk towards the surf,
Donovan: I get to face Jason Hunter. Hooray for me.
Am I disappointed? Definitely. But am I surprised? Not for a second.
And yet, this match isn’t just some random match plucked from Devlin Scott’s sphincter… at least it isn’t now.
Hunter, you compounded an already bad situation and made it worse. Facing you at Hype wasn’t high on my list of things I was looking forward to. After all, after being connived out of an opportunity that I have all legal right to, a match with you is no consolation prize. It’s not even a booby prize. But all of that changed at Unscripted. You took it upon yourself to inject yourself into my match with Melina Garrison. If you wanted to get a look at me and what I can do inside the ring, there were several options available to you. Backstage, there are a number of very good monitors, courtesy of Devlin Scott. Granted, they don’t always capture the action at the best angles, but that’s not the point.
Even from the entrance ramp, you could have had an unimpeded view of my match against Melina. But no, you had to get just close enough to be a distraction, but not actually disrupt the match itself. For whatever reason, Melina decided to take her focus off of me, so she could deal with you. Did I take advantage of that distraction? Yes, but anyone in the same situation would do the same thing. I did not attack her from behind, but letting an opportunity to end the match slip away would be extremely foolish, and I am no fool. If the situation were reversed, and Melina had done the same thing, I wouldn’t blame her in the slightest.
But your selfish desire to “check out the competition” put a giant red asterisk next to my victory over Mrs Garrison. This is perfect fodder for critics to say that I could not have beaten her without your “assistance”. I would argue the point, but that would be a waste of my time and my breath. No, my energy would be better focused on my goal for Hype… your punishment for meddling in business that doesn’t concern you.
I know that you feel that this match will act to catapult you to the front of the line for a title match. After all, you haven’t tried to hide your ambition, have you? Beat the number one contender and receive the keys to the kingdom, right? One fatal flaw in your plan, Hunter. The lynchpin of your grand scheme depends on beating me, and right now, you’d have an easier time winning the Kentucky Derby riding a hobby horse. My reserve of restraint has run dry and you happen to be the next person in my crosshairs. Normally, I have no real animosity towards my opponents, but circumstances being what they are, you are going to be in the untenable position of human stress ball.
By this time, Donovan is at the water’s edge. He takes a look at the stick in his hand, contemplating what to do next, before heaving it out into the ocean with all of his might.
Donovan: How is it going to feel when the man you’re preying on turns out to be more than you can handle, Hunter? The way I see it, you’ve brought a BB gun to hunt a savage rhino, to put it in a frame of reference that you can understand. Anything you hit me with will do more to annoy me than to hurt me. Eventually, your arsenal will be depleted and then you’ll have to face the prospect of the beast you’ve angered trampling you underfoot.
Donovan stares out at the horizon, but the natural majesticness has done nothing to improve his mood, He turns away from the camera and begins to walk away, but stops after a few steps and looks back over his shoulder.
Donovan: Don’t hunt what you can’t kill…
He turns back around and continues to walk away as the scene fades to black.