Post by Donovan Basch on Jan 27, 2018 8:36:40 GMT -5
WCG Training Center
El Segundo, California
Scene opens with a shot of Donovan Basch, his hands gripping a heavily-weighted bar. With an intense look in his eyes, he fixes his gaze at a spot on the wall across from him as he executes a perfect set of deadlifts. After a few reps, he sets the bar down and steps away to take a breather, grabbing a towel that sits on a nearby bench.
Donovan: “Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.”
He takes the towel and wipes the sweat from his forehead before running a hand through his hair. With a low chuckle, he sits down on the bench, resting his arms on his knees.
Donovan: For those of you that don't understand French, it translates to “The more things change, the more they stay the same”.
And to be honest, quite a bit has changed since the last time we faced off, Hunter. We both have grown as competitors. And there's the potential advantage that you and Ms Richards possess in the fact that you have teamed with each other and have done so successfully, whereas my wife and I are teaming for the first time. I say “potential” because an advantage is only good if it can be effectively utilized.
At Unscripted, whatever advantage you may believe you have is inconsequential.
After what happened at Ascension, both Danielle and I have very good reasons to be angry. After my wife Danielle had successfully defended her South Bay Championship, she was blindsided by that cowardly little harlot Sela, while I was rendered unconscious by a chair shot to the head by Julianna DiMaria.
While both of those issues will be dealt with in the very near future, they have little to no bearing on this match.
He shakes his head.
Donovan: Jason Hunter, you expect me to rant and rave, to denigrate your talent and run you down, but that won't be the case. To give the devil his due, you are a worthy competitor, Hunter. You have a cold, calculating mind and a ruthless streak to back it up. But in case you have forgotten about what happened the last time you and I stepped into the ring against each other, so do I. You were so certain that you were going to walk out of that match with another trophy for your wall, but at the end of the day, I was the one that emerged as the victor.
His stoic demeanor softens ever so slightly, forming a smirk that almost borders on a slight smile.
Donovan: Of course, I’d be remiss if I didn’t take the time to address your partner/paramour, Tasmin Richards.
Tasmin, if you are anything like those siblings of yours that are currently antagonizing NGW, then you have quite the future ahead of you. Not necessarily the most respected one, mind you, but a successful one nonetheless. If only…
He pauses, taking a moment to stroke his beard as a contemplative look takes over his face.
Donovan: If only you had more confidence in your own abilities. Yes, you are fortunate enough to have a championship pedigree, but even you know that that alone won’t be enough. And to be fair, you’ve done your level best to live up to your family’s reputation. However, I can’t help but notice that even for all of your success in such a short time, there’s still something missing. Until you find that… je ne sais quoi, you won’t reach your full potential.
But none of that matters, at least not to me.
He gets up from the bench, moving back toward the barbell.
Donovan: As far as I’m concerned, it makes no difference whether you're a seasoned team or if you're greener than limes, because this match isn't about wins or losses to me at this point. You see, all of the anger and frustration that has built up inside of me since Ascension? I've kept ahold of it, hoarding it like a miser. Instead of venting it in an unhealthy manner, I'm going to follow my mentor's advice. He told me to save my anger for the next stupid moth…
He stops mid-sentence, clearing his throat. It would seem that bits of his mentor’s more colorful vocabulary are starting to slowly creep into his own speech.
Donovan: ...individual that I competed against. And the two of you just happen to be those individuals. This won't be a wrestling match; it'll be a rather physical and possibly violent therapy session. Once this match is over, I know that Danielle and myself will feel a lot better.
You two? Not so much….
With that, Donovan starts another set of deadlifts. As he goes back to his workout, Donovan is approached by a heavily muscled Polynesian man with closely cropped hair. Before we can pick up their conversation, the scene fades out.
