Post by bohannon on Sept 15, 2016 21:34:42 GMT -5
[Bohannon is sitting in the locker room. He is sitting in a folding chair, with his feet propped up. There is a look of satisfaction on his face.]
Bohannon: “Bohannon's back in the win column. Didn't you hear? It's time to celebrate.”
Bohannon reaches into the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulls out a big cigar. He clips the tip and proceeds to light up right there in the locker room. Looks like he'll be headed back to the principal's office. Again.
Bohannnon: “This is what you'd expect, right? The losing streak is over...so smoke up Johnny.”
[Bohannon takes a long drag on the cigar….clearly enjoying himself.]
Bohannon: “Yep, it's definitely nice to have your hand raised.”
[Bohannon taps the cigar and the ashes fall to the floor. At the same time, the smile falls from his face.]
Bohannon: “But what did I really do? Yes, I came back from an injury and stepped into the ring with a monster. Yes, I fought a man much bigger and more powerful than myself. Yes, I choked him out. But what did I actually do? I did exactly what I should have done. I won. I'm tired of hearing my match stole the show. I'm tired of hearing how close I came. I'm tired of hearing what I almost did. Horseshoes and hand grenades.”
[Bohannon takes another puff on his cigar.]
Bohannon: “You never hear people talking about Noah Hanson like that. Noah Hanson doesn't need false praise, because he wins. Love him or hate him, he has the gold around his waist that says he's the best. Me? I have no such gold.”
[Bohannon taps the ashes off the cigar, and looks at it, studying it as he continues.]
Bohannon: “I've had to start over. Go back to the beginning, I guess you could say. When I got here, I had to scrap and claw to work my way up. This year has been one long decent back to the bottom. I have no doubt that there were people in the back who thought Crimson North would put me out of the business for good. Didn't quite work out that way. Instead, I find myself in the ring with another giant.”
[Bohannon stands up from his chair.]
Bohannon: “7 feet tall, over 300 pounds, and he's not even my opponent. Vano, I have no issues with you. I have to tell you, though, my history with guest referees isn't good. Corey Bull, my friend at the time, layed me out when he was guest referee in one of my matches. Erin turned one of my matches into a circus when she was the referee. Now you are the referee. You and Gurgen have issues that you need to settle in the ring, but it shouldn't be during MY match. All I ask is that you call it right down the middle.”
[Bohannon puts the cigar out on his boot.]
Bohannon: “Gurgen, you and I have always been cool. Well, aside from that beard of yours stinking up the locker room. But I respect you as a competitor and I'm looking forward to a good match. I hate the fact that we have a guest referee. I hope that it's called down the middle, but you and I both know how these things usually go.”
[Bohannon seems to remember something mid-sentence.]
Bohannon: “Oh, and Luke Savage, don't think I've forgotten about you. Better get your shots in now while Tim and I have our backs turned. At Revenge, you have to stand and face me like a man. You could have stood with us, but you wanted to go your own way. While I can respect that, what I don't respect is all the bitching and moaning that you have done lately. You're better than what you've become. At Revenge, if you're not better than that, you're going to get choked out.”
[Bohannon puts the cigar back in his mouth, Hannibal Smith style.]
Bohannon: “I'll see ya real soon.”
[Bohannon smiles and walks away.]
Bohannon: “Bohannon's back in the win column. Didn't you hear? It's time to celebrate.”
Bohannon reaches into the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulls out a big cigar. He clips the tip and proceeds to light up right there in the locker room. Looks like he'll be headed back to the principal's office. Again.
Bohannnon: “This is what you'd expect, right? The losing streak is over...so smoke up Johnny.”
[Bohannon takes a long drag on the cigar….clearly enjoying himself.]
Bohannon: “Yep, it's definitely nice to have your hand raised.”
[Bohannon taps the cigar and the ashes fall to the floor. At the same time, the smile falls from his face.]
Bohannon: “But what did I really do? Yes, I came back from an injury and stepped into the ring with a monster. Yes, I fought a man much bigger and more powerful than myself. Yes, I choked him out. But what did I actually do? I did exactly what I should have done. I won. I'm tired of hearing my match stole the show. I'm tired of hearing how close I came. I'm tired of hearing what I almost did. Horseshoes and hand grenades.”
[Bohannon takes another puff on his cigar.]
Bohannon: “You never hear people talking about Noah Hanson like that. Noah Hanson doesn't need false praise, because he wins. Love him or hate him, he has the gold around his waist that says he's the best. Me? I have no such gold.”
[Bohannon taps the ashes off the cigar, and looks at it, studying it as he continues.]
Bohannon: “I've had to start over. Go back to the beginning, I guess you could say. When I got here, I had to scrap and claw to work my way up. This year has been one long decent back to the bottom. I have no doubt that there were people in the back who thought Crimson North would put me out of the business for good. Didn't quite work out that way. Instead, I find myself in the ring with another giant.”
[Bohannon stands up from his chair.]
Bohannon: “7 feet tall, over 300 pounds, and he's not even my opponent. Vano, I have no issues with you. I have to tell you, though, my history with guest referees isn't good. Corey Bull, my friend at the time, layed me out when he was guest referee in one of my matches. Erin turned one of my matches into a circus when she was the referee. Now you are the referee. You and Gurgen have issues that you need to settle in the ring, but it shouldn't be during MY match. All I ask is that you call it right down the middle.”
[Bohannon puts the cigar out on his boot.]
Bohannon: “Gurgen, you and I have always been cool. Well, aside from that beard of yours stinking up the locker room. But I respect you as a competitor and I'm looking forward to a good match. I hate the fact that we have a guest referee. I hope that it's called down the middle, but you and I both know how these things usually go.”
[Bohannon seems to remember something mid-sentence.]
Bohannon: “Oh, and Luke Savage, don't think I've forgotten about you. Better get your shots in now while Tim and I have our backs turned. At Revenge, you have to stand and face me like a man. You could have stood with us, but you wanted to go your own way. While I can respect that, what I don't respect is all the bitching and moaning that you have done lately. You're better than what you've become. At Revenge, if you're not better than that, you're going to get choked out.”
[Bohannon puts the cigar back in his mouth, Hannibal Smith style.]
Bohannon: “I'll see ya real soon.”
[Bohannon smiles and walks away.]