Post by bohannon on Feb 21, 2016 19:14:26 GMT -5
[Bohannon is sitting at his desk. He has his feet propped up, and he is watching his computer screen. From the sounds coming from the speakers, he must be watching a wrestling match. A voice on screen can be heard saying, ‘the winner of the match, Rocky Hollywood!’. Bohannon shakes his head, and turns to the camera with a smile on his face.]
Bohannon: “Rocky, it's interesting that your telling of history would begin only the very end of our match. You conveniently gloss over that I had you beat until Corey Bull came to ringside. I grant you I messed up. I got distracted. As a result of my mistake, you made me tap out. And as you repeatedly mentioned, the record book shows that you got the victory. There’s no denying that.”
[Bohannon clicks on the mouse to shutdown the computer.]
Bohannon: “ It's funny that someone so insignificant as me would warrant so much of your time and concern. Shouldn't you be focused on Alice Harris? I mean let's be honest if you win this match at Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, then everything you said is true. However should Alice Harris beat you, then everything I've said would have come true with avengance. You went from being a big fish in a small pond to just being another overrated import here.”
[Bohannon puts his hands out and shakes his head.]
Bohannon: “That was harsh. I really meant no disrespect to you. You are a tremendous wrestler in your own right. To be completely honest my criticisms were not directed at you at all. My problem is more what is happened of the guys on the roster here...at the hands of management. Guys who have bled for this company. Guys who have grasped that that imaginary brass ring over and over again. I don't fault you for taking advantage of an opportunity that was handed to you. And make no mistake...your opportunities have been handed to you. I suggest you make the most of them, because in case you haven't noticed, Alice White's favor doesn't last long.”
[Bohannon looks at his pocket watch.]
Bohannon: “But I suppose I should follow my own advice and turn my attention to MY opponent for St. Valentine's Day Massacre. Erin, I'm surprised it took so long to hear from you. Well, let me rephrase that. I'm surprised I hadn’t heard from your lawyer. I figured I'd get some sort of writ of habeus corpus, or at least a cease and desist order. Maybe that would have been better. Instead I was treated to your usual delusional crap. That fantasy world where you think you are a viable wrestler. That land of make believe where you have earned anything. Oh, wait, I forgot. You are “technically undefeated”…except for three losses. That right there says it all. So I really don’t need to hear anymore from you except ‘thank you’.”
[Bohannon bows slightly]
Bohannon: “Yes, thank you. I mean, the best officiating you did during that match came after you were knocked unconscious. Nice shot Assassin. I knew there was something I liked about you. Erin, you proved something to me during that match. You are in no way shape or form qualified to be in that ring. You're a joke. You made a mockery of the rules. You degraded what our referees bust their asses to do each week. More than anything, you disrespected all of us who get in that ring to ply our craft each week. But that’s nothing new. You have no respect for anyone in this business…and people have noticed. That’s what I noticed about you. Not your fake body parts, your attention whore attire, or any of the other things that you do to try to draw attention away from the fact that you can’t wrestle for shit. Tomorrow night Erin, you get exposed for the fraud you are. I’ll see you real soon.”
[Bohannon leans forward and reaches for the computer, but then he stops.]
"Corey, it's good to see you. A lot of us who have looked up to you, who have felt your absence since you left are counting on you tomorrow night. Please don't let us down...."
[Bohannon presses the button on the monitor, and the camera goes dark.]
Bohannon: “Rocky, it's interesting that your telling of history would begin only the very end of our match. You conveniently gloss over that I had you beat until Corey Bull came to ringside. I grant you I messed up. I got distracted. As a result of my mistake, you made me tap out. And as you repeatedly mentioned, the record book shows that you got the victory. There’s no denying that.”
[Bohannon clicks on the mouse to shutdown the computer.]
Bohannon: “ It's funny that someone so insignificant as me would warrant so much of your time and concern. Shouldn't you be focused on Alice Harris? I mean let's be honest if you win this match at Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, then everything you said is true. However should Alice Harris beat you, then everything I've said would have come true with avengance. You went from being a big fish in a small pond to just being another overrated import here.”
[Bohannon puts his hands out and shakes his head.]
Bohannon: “That was harsh. I really meant no disrespect to you. You are a tremendous wrestler in your own right. To be completely honest my criticisms were not directed at you at all. My problem is more what is happened of the guys on the roster here...at the hands of management. Guys who have bled for this company. Guys who have grasped that that imaginary brass ring over and over again. I don't fault you for taking advantage of an opportunity that was handed to you. And make no mistake...your opportunities have been handed to you. I suggest you make the most of them, because in case you haven't noticed, Alice White's favor doesn't last long.”
[Bohannon looks at his pocket watch.]
Bohannon: “But I suppose I should follow my own advice and turn my attention to MY opponent for St. Valentine's Day Massacre. Erin, I'm surprised it took so long to hear from you. Well, let me rephrase that. I'm surprised I hadn’t heard from your lawyer. I figured I'd get some sort of writ of habeus corpus, or at least a cease and desist order. Maybe that would have been better. Instead I was treated to your usual delusional crap. That fantasy world where you think you are a viable wrestler. That land of make believe where you have earned anything. Oh, wait, I forgot. You are “technically undefeated”…except for three losses. That right there says it all. So I really don’t need to hear anymore from you except ‘thank you’.”
[Bohannon bows slightly]
Bohannon: “Yes, thank you. I mean, the best officiating you did during that match came after you were knocked unconscious. Nice shot Assassin. I knew there was something I liked about you. Erin, you proved something to me during that match. You are in no way shape or form qualified to be in that ring. You're a joke. You made a mockery of the rules. You degraded what our referees bust their asses to do each week. More than anything, you disrespected all of us who get in that ring to ply our craft each week. But that’s nothing new. You have no respect for anyone in this business…and people have noticed. That’s what I noticed about you. Not your fake body parts, your attention whore attire, or any of the other things that you do to try to draw attention away from the fact that you can’t wrestle for shit. Tomorrow night Erin, you get exposed for the fraud you are. I’ll see you real soon.”
[Bohannon leans forward and reaches for the computer, but then he stops.]
"Corey, it's good to see you. A lot of us who have looked up to you, who have felt your absence since you left are counting on you tomorrow night. Please don't let us down...."
[Bohannon presses the button on the monitor, and the camera goes dark.]