Post by halecollins on Aug 28, 2012 17:45:40 GMT -5
-The scene opens up as we see Hale Collins for the first time. His long dreadlocked hair dangles down to his chest as he sits in a blue folding chair, taking a break from training for his debut match in WBSW. Hale dabs the sweat off his forhead with a towel, then takes a sip of water.-
Hale Collins: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Hale Collins. The Party Rocker. The Rambunctious Raver. The Highlight of Every Night. The newest signee to Wilkes Barre. You are having the delight of watching me train for my first match in the company. Impressed yet?
-Hale Collins reaches over and hits 'Play' on his stereo letting random techno music blast absurdley too loud over the speakers. He hops down to do some sit ups, but stops when the music suddenly stops.-
Hale: Hey, what the hell?
-An elderly man, balding and in a sweat suit stands above Hale.-
Man: Come on Hale, time to take things alittle more serious.
Hale: Don't worry Mack. With you training me, I've already got the leg up on my opponents.
Mack: How do you know? How much tape have you studied this week?
Hale: Some.
Mack: Some?
Hale: Yeah, some. Don't worry bro, I've got this. Reese Hooch and Ace Colt are nothing more than footnotes. Footnotes that will show up on my wiki page when I am a Hall of Famer. Because Hooch and Colt will be able to tell their grandkids that they were the first ones to ever step foot in the ring opposite Hale Collins. How lucky are these bastards? It's like they are Damien Demento. He's known for one thing. Being Undertakers bitch that night.
Mack: Don't get too confident HC. That never benefits.
Hale: That's just who I am Mack. I'm confident. And if your opponents were two looneys like Reese Hooch and Ace Colt, you would be too. In fact, I'm not worried at all about the match. I'm more worried about the proper way to celebrate my first win. Which club do I go to? Should I go to a big club? Or some dirty underground trash hole? Those are always the ones that are harder to remember for some reason.
-Mack simply rolls his eyes, and tosses his towel down, storming off, obviously frustrated with his client.-
Hale: So Hooch. Colt. Do whatever you gotta do to get hyped. Go train. Listen to some heavy rock song. Watch this spectacular vignette. It doesn't matter what you do, because the outcome of this match will be the same regardless. I will be the winner. I am the star. You two will be the losers. The footnotes... The Damien Dementos.
-Hale hits play on the stereo again and starts bobbing his head along to the thundering bass as the scene fades out.-
Hale Collins: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Hale Collins. The Party Rocker. The Rambunctious Raver. The Highlight of Every Night. The newest signee to Wilkes Barre. You are having the delight of watching me train for my first match in the company. Impressed yet?
-Hale Collins reaches over and hits 'Play' on his stereo letting random techno music blast absurdley too loud over the speakers. He hops down to do some sit ups, but stops when the music suddenly stops.-
Hale: Hey, what the hell?
-An elderly man, balding and in a sweat suit stands above Hale.-
Man: Come on Hale, time to take things alittle more serious.
Hale: Don't worry Mack. With you training me, I've already got the leg up on my opponents.
Mack: How do you know? How much tape have you studied this week?
Hale: Some.
Mack: Some?
Hale: Yeah, some. Don't worry bro, I've got this. Reese Hooch and Ace Colt are nothing more than footnotes. Footnotes that will show up on my wiki page when I am a Hall of Famer. Because Hooch and Colt will be able to tell their grandkids that they were the first ones to ever step foot in the ring opposite Hale Collins. How lucky are these bastards? It's like they are Damien Demento. He's known for one thing. Being Undertakers bitch that night.
Mack: Don't get too confident HC. That never benefits.
Hale: That's just who I am Mack. I'm confident. And if your opponents were two looneys like Reese Hooch and Ace Colt, you would be too. In fact, I'm not worried at all about the match. I'm more worried about the proper way to celebrate my first win. Which club do I go to? Should I go to a big club? Or some dirty underground trash hole? Those are always the ones that are harder to remember for some reason.
-Mack simply rolls his eyes, and tosses his towel down, storming off, obviously frustrated with his client.-
Hale: So Hooch. Colt. Do whatever you gotta do to get hyped. Go train. Listen to some heavy rock song. Watch this spectacular vignette. It doesn't matter what you do, because the outcome of this match will be the same regardless. I will be the winner. I am the star. You two will be the losers. The footnotes... The Damien Dementos.
-Hale hits play on the stereo again and starts bobbing his head along to the thundering bass as the scene fades out.-