Post by TheLaw on Dec 13, 2016 16:07:46 GMT -5
The rolling shutter is raised, accompanied by the typical metallic noise. The scene opening up in front of our eyes in the dim light of a rainy morning in Boston, is quite a vivid picture of human decay, the kind of you can only find the morning after a particularly savage party. People sleeping (or passed out) in the most awkward positions, some on the wooden counter, some on the floor, soaked in puddles of, hopefully, beer. One guy in particular is worth mentioning, is back leaning on the wall on the opposite side of the room, an acoustic guitar smashed across his head, a rivulet of dry blood running down from the side of his head, an approximately 300 lbs woman sleeping with her head on his crotch area and his pants missing. Things only get worse when neon lights finally illuminate the place.
Top-notch debauchery. Half naked woman of dubious morality lie scattered all over the place, lazily starting to struggle to get free from probably undesired and alcohol driven hugs of guys you would firmly discouraged your daughter to date. A pin thong hangs from the roof fan. As for its owner, it's probably smart not to look any further: none of the girls is missing said piece of clothing, or actually is looking for it, as they grab their garments, hoping to find some of the recently lost dignity amongst them. Barely surfacing from under the sexy bodies of two hot redheads is the man of the hour, the guy that turned a normal Boston night in an Animal House kind of party. Dominic Lawson. Noticing the camera and a rather shocked Sasha Sloan standing next to a middle-aged man who, judging by the way he's holding his bald head between his hands muttering unrepeatable profanities could very possibly be the bar owner is a pretty rough wake up call for The Law. In a not particularly kind way he pushes away the girls, grabbing the first t-shirt he can possibly reach to cover the marks and kisses covering his chest and walks towards the door.
"Ten minutes O'Connel." He whispers to the old man's ear.
O'Connel gives him a nod, watching him walk outside the bar followed by the AWE crew. As they closed the door behind their back, we can hear him clapping his hands and shouting in a powerful baritone voice.
"You know how this works nice people... Ladies, get dressed and get the fuck outta my place. Guys, cover up your embarrassments and let's turn this place back to the respectable place it used to be before you savages defiled it!"
Some groans of disapproval can still be heard, before Dominc Lawson voice covers them.
"Uhm... Good morning I guess?"
"You forgot we had an interview? You told me to come here, so we can address your career in the AWE."
"Err... Things went a bit out of hand last night, I'd appreciate if you please could talk reeeeeaaaal slooooow ok? The interview right... What can I say, things are starting to roll my way finally."
"You can say that! You just defeat Drew Stevenson in what people call the upset of the night, possibly the highlight of your whole career..."
"Whooa easy easy girl..."
The Law is experiencing the headache of a lifetime, squeezing his eyes while massaging his temples. Sasha looks straight into the camera, puzzled, hoping to find any clues on how she should behave in this unexpected situation.
"Are you ok Dom? We can do this later..."
He rubs his hands all over his face, even slapping his own cheek in a desperate attempt to fight the hangover effects. Oddly enough, it seems to work.
"The peak of my career you said... I disagree. It was my first step towards it. The real highlight will be winning this whole Alpha Cup thing and be the one taking the Resilience Championship from Fantana's waist. Figuratively speaking."
"But you can't deny not many people saw your win over Stevenson coming. The accomplishments gap was embarrassingly on his side, his signing was the most hyped in the company's brief history and he was considerate the favorite to win not only your match, but the Alpha Cup too."
"That should teach you and everyone else that past means jackshit in this business. You can have more titles than you can count and still lose to a douchebag like me. Or you can be someone whose career, as promising as it looked like when you started off in Europe, went straight down the flush and still knock down one of the very best in this business. Funny enough, don't you think?"
"They say everything is possible in wrestling, and last night we had one more proof. But your path to the Alpha Cup and the title shot coming with it is far from over. On Massacre #4, which by the way will air from Lowell, you're set to face Corey Sanders."
"You mean the guy who thinks he's a Space Ranger?"
"Errr. I think he refers to himself as the Ultimate Power Ranger, nothing to do with space."
"On any other day, I would be so laughing about a grown man believing he's some sort of ninja freak, but I have seen so many... weird things last night that I am actually reconsidering the definition of oddity itself."
The bar's door opens, a parade of women walking out of it with big smiles on their faces, probably still a bit high from last night's party.
"Hi Dom!"
"Hi Dom!"
"The party was a blast!"
The last one is a bit more daring, patting Lawson's butt. The camera catches Dom's reaction, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
"See ya around, sweetie!"
Sasha Sloane is almost speechless. This is hands down the most awkward interview she ever conduct. Finally the procession of women ends, leaving Dominic alone with the uncomfortable interviewer.
"Sorry, where were we?"
"Ehm... You were talking about your opponent in this second round of the Alpha Cup, Corey Sanders."
"Right. As I was saying, I won't bust his balls for being so into this Power Ranger crap. To each his own, I guess. If this is how he rolls, if thinking he's a hero is his drive, so be it. I just feel sorry for all those kids looking up at him, when they'll see me crushing him. Just like I did with the Golden Boy in Elmira."
"Speaking of which, not wanting to take anything away from you, but there are some... controversy surrounding your win."
"I knew you were going to pull this... But while you call it cheating, I call it being smart. Let's say it, walking into this match, I was well aware that I couldn't possibly outwrestle or outlast Stevenson. My only chance was to resist until the opportunity presented. And at that point, outsmart him."
"So are you planning to chea.. to outsmart Sanders in the same way?"
"Look, I'm not taking anything away from Corey here, nor am I taking him easy. I think he proved already that he's good, that he belongs in this place. Unfortunately, that won't be enough to save him at Massacre #4. And you know why?"
He's tapping his temple with a finger while speaking.
"I never felt this good. I'm in he best state of mind of my entire life, I'm confident, excited and determined. And, unlike you, I'm not afraid my loss, or my actions, can disappoint someone. My moral code is officially gone lost, flushed down the toilet in one of the worst bar in this country. I can handle you one on one Corey, I know I can. But if things don't go the way I plan, I have absolutely no problems going down dirty. Shame you can't follow in the gutter, because there's no way a Power Ranger can get some mud on his fancy latex suit, right? That would be... dishonorable. What would your fans think about it? Your friends? Your sweet wife Izzy... You knew it was just a matter of time before I called her in this right? You can convince yourself she's your rock, your strength.. But we know she's just a liability, an opening I won't even wait to exploit, because I stop caring about what people think of me the moment they turned their back on me, the moment they realized that all those years of sacrifice were worth shit, the moment they picked a twenty something street acrobat over me just because he can do a couple of fucking flips. So screw them, Corey, screw you and screw the Power Ranger and their debatable enemies. What you are facing on December 18, is damn real 6'3'' foot 230 pounds fighting beast, with nothing left to lose and a huge point to prove. Be my guest trying your superhero shit. I'll gladly help you morphing into a trauma surgeon's patient. This Alpha Cup is mine, deal with it!"
Before Sasha could ask any more question, their attention is caught by the unique and unmistakable noise of someone loading a shotgun. Dominic, Sasha and the cameraman quickly rush into the bar, just in time to see O'Connel aiming at someone hiding behind the counter"
"Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you come from? And why the fuck are you naked?"
Nobody is moving. A few seconds later, a midget walks out from behind the desk, in his birthday suit and with a variegated array of multi-colored stains. Not exactly an edifying sight, but for one reason an red-faced Sasha Loane can't stop staring at it. Especially a certain area that, thank God, the camera is not focusing on.
"Relax Jimmy, the little man came here with one of the girls."
O'Connel gives Dominic a nasty look, before eventually lowering the gun. The look on the naked man suddenly seems way more relaxed.
"Look, I'm just picking up my shit and leave ok? Have you seen a pink thong by any chance?"
Everyone knows exactly where to look for THAT, tilting back their heads and staring at the big fan on the ceiling.
"Now if someone would be so kind... I wouldn't ask but... you know..."
"I ain't touching that... thing!"
"Neither am I!"
Pretty much everyone in the room refuses to get anywhere near it. Until, not without snorting and complaining, the owner of the bar grabs a broom and retrieves the object hooking it with the handle.
"Thank you so much kind sir."
He then turns to the AWE's interviewer while starting to wear it.
"Sorry ma'am, the show is over. I'm glad you appreciated the goods though."
Everyone starts laughing. Everyone but the disconcerted Sasha, who turns her head away trying to hide her cheeks turning red, After grabbing nothing more than a mini-size leather coat and a black top hat and wearing them over his basically naked body, the dwarf leaves the bar with a polite bow.
"Gentlemen, lady, it's been my pleasure. You guys know how to party!"
As he leaves in the cold rainy Boston morning, Sasha finally finds the courage to open her eyes.
"I err... guess this is it, mister Lawson. Thank you for your time and... all the rest I guess."
Dominic nods, still laughing, as the camera fades to black
Top-notch debauchery. Half naked woman of dubious morality lie scattered all over the place, lazily starting to struggle to get free from probably undesired and alcohol driven hugs of guys you would firmly discouraged your daughter to date. A pin thong hangs from the roof fan. As for its owner, it's probably smart not to look any further: none of the girls is missing said piece of clothing, or actually is looking for it, as they grab their garments, hoping to find some of the recently lost dignity amongst them. Barely surfacing from under the sexy bodies of two hot redheads is the man of the hour, the guy that turned a normal Boston night in an Animal House kind of party. Dominic Lawson. Noticing the camera and a rather shocked Sasha Sloan standing next to a middle-aged man who, judging by the way he's holding his bald head between his hands muttering unrepeatable profanities could very possibly be the bar owner is a pretty rough wake up call for The Law. In a not particularly kind way he pushes away the girls, grabbing the first t-shirt he can possibly reach to cover the marks and kisses covering his chest and walks towards the door.
"Ten minutes O'Connel." He whispers to the old man's ear.
O'Connel gives him a nod, watching him walk outside the bar followed by the AWE crew. As they closed the door behind their back, we can hear him clapping his hands and shouting in a powerful baritone voice.
"You know how this works nice people... Ladies, get dressed and get the fuck outta my place. Guys, cover up your embarrassments and let's turn this place back to the respectable place it used to be before you savages defiled it!"
Some groans of disapproval can still be heard, before Dominc Lawson voice covers them.
"Uhm... Good morning I guess?"
"You forgot we had an interview? You told me to come here, so we can address your career in the AWE."
"Err... Things went a bit out of hand last night, I'd appreciate if you please could talk reeeeeaaaal slooooow ok? The interview right... What can I say, things are starting to roll my way finally."
"You can say that! You just defeat Drew Stevenson in what people call the upset of the night, possibly the highlight of your whole career..."
"Whooa easy easy girl..."
The Law is experiencing the headache of a lifetime, squeezing his eyes while massaging his temples. Sasha looks straight into the camera, puzzled, hoping to find any clues on how she should behave in this unexpected situation.
"Are you ok Dom? We can do this later..."
He rubs his hands all over his face, even slapping his own cheek in a desperate attempt to fight the hangover effects. Oddly enough, it seems to work.
"The peak of my career you said... I disagree. It was my first step towards it. The real highlight will be winning this whole Alpha Cup thing and be the one taking the Resilience Championship from Fantana's waist. Figuratively speaking."
"But you can't deny not many people saw your win over Stevenson coming. The accomplishments gap was embarrassingly on his side, his signing was the most hyped in the company's brief history and he was considerate the favorite to win not only your match, but the Alpha Cup too."
"That should teach you and everyone else that past means jackshit in this business. You can have more titles than you can count and still lose to a douchebag like me. Or you can be someone whose career, as promising as it looked like when you started off in Europe, went straight down the flush and still knock down one of the very best in this business. Funny enough, don't you think?"
"They say everything is possible in wrestling, and last night we had one more proof. But your path to the Alpha Cup and the title shot coming with it is far from over. On Massacre #4, which by the way will air from Lowell, you're set to face Corey Sanders."
"You mean the guy who thinks he's a Space Ranger?"
"Errr. I think he refers to himself as the Ultimate Power Ranger, nothing to do with space."
"On any other day, I would be so laughing about a grown man believing he's some sort of ninja freak, but I have seen so many... weird things last night that I am actually reconsidering the definition of oddity itself."
The bar's door opens, a parade of women walking out of it with big smiles on their faces, probably still a bit high from last night's party.
"Hi Dom!"
"Hi Dom!"
"The party was a blast!"
The last one is a bit more daring, patting Lawson's butt. The camera catches Dom's reaction, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
"See ya around, sweetie!"
Sasha Sloane is almost speechless. This is hands down the most awkward interview she ever conduct. Finally the procession of women ends, leaving Dominic alone with the uncomfortable interviewer.
"Sorry, where were we?"
"Ehm... You were talking about your opponent in this second round of the Alpha Cup, Corey Sanders."
"Right. As I was saying, I won't bust his balls for being so into this Power Ranger crap. To each his own, I guess. If this is how he rolls, if thinking he's a hero is his drive, so be it. I just feel sorry for all those kids looking up at him, when they'll see me crushing him. Just like I did with the Golden Boy in Elmira."
"Speaking of which, not wanting to take anything away from you, but there are some... controversy surrounding your win."
"I knew you were going to pull this... But while you call it cheating, I call it being smart. Let's say it, walking into this match, I was well aware that I couldn't possibly outwrestle or outlast Stevenson. My only chance was to resist until the opportunity presented. And at that point, outsmart him."
"So are you planning to chea.. to outsmart Sanders in the same way?"
"Look, I'm not taking anything away from Corey here, nor am I taking him easy. I think he proved already that he's good, that he belongs in this place. Unfortunately, that won't be enough to save him at Massacre #4. And you know why?"
He's tapping his temple with a finger while speaking.
"I never felt this good. I'm in he best state of mind of my entire life, I'm confident, excited and determined. And, unlike you, I'm not afraid my loss, or my actions, can disappoint someone. My moral code is officially gone lost, flushed down the toilet in one of the worst bar in this country. I can handle you one on one Corey, I know I can. But if things don't go the way I plan, I have absolutely no problems going down dirty. Shame you can't follow in the gutter, because there's no way a Power Ranger can get some mud on his fancy latex suit, right? That would be... dishonorable. What would your fans think about it? Your friends? Your sweet wife Izzy... You knew it was just a matter of time before I called her in this right? You can convince yourself she's your rock, your strength.. But we know she's just a liability, an opening I won't even wait to exploit, because I stop caring about what people think of me the moment they turned their back on me, the moment they realized that all those years of sacrifice were worth shit, the moment they picked a twenty something street acrobat over me just because he can do a couple of fucking flips. So screw them, Corey, screw you and screw the Power Ranger and their debatable enemies. What you are facing on December 18, is damn real 6'3'' foot 230 pounds fighting beast, with nothing left to lose and a huge point to prove. Be my guest trying your superhero shit. I'll gladly help you morphing into a trauma surgeon's patient. This Alpha Cup is mine, deal with it!"
Before Sasha could ask any more question, their attention is caught by the unique and unmistakable noise of someone loading a shotgun. Dominic, Sasha and the cameraman quickly rush into the bar, just in time to see O'Connel aiming at someone hiding behind the counter"
"Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you come from? And why the fuck are you naked?"
Nobody is moving. A few seconds later, a midget walks out from behind the desk, in his birthday suit and with a variegated array of multi-colored stains. Not exactly an edifying sight, but for one reason an red-faced Sasha Loane can't stop staring at it. Especially a certain area that, thank God, the camera is not focusing on.
"Relax Jimmy, the little man came here with one of the girls."
O'Connel gives Dominic a nasty look, before eventually lowering the gun. The look on the naked man suddenly seems way more relaxed.
"Look, I'm just picking up my shit and leave ok? Have you seen a pink thong by any chance?"
Everyone knows exactly where to look for THAT, tilting back their heads and staring at the big fan on the ceiling.
"Now if someone would be so kind... I wouldn't ask but... you know..."
"I ain't touching that... thing!"
"Neither am I!"
Pretty much everyone in the room refuses to get anywhere near it. Until, not without snorting and complaining, the owner of the bar grabs a broom and retrieves the object hooking it with the handle.
"Thank you so much kind sir."
He then turns to the AWE's interviewer while starting to wear it.
"Sorry ma'am, the show is over. I'm glad you appreciated the goods though."
Everyone starts laughing. Everyone but the disconcerted Sasha, who turns her head away trying to hide her cheeks turning red, After grabbing nothing more than a mini-size leather coat and a black top hat and wearing them over his basically naked body, the dwarf leaves the bar with a polite bow.
"Gentlemen, lady, it's been my pleasure. You guys know how to party!"
As he leaves in the cold rainy Boston morning, Sasha finally finds the courage to open her eyes.
"I err... guess this is it, mister Lawson. Thank you for your time and... all the rest I guess."
Dominic nods, still laughing, as the camera fades to black