Post by TheLaw on Jan 18, 2017 12:41:30 GMT -5
While Massacre #5 is still on air, a backstage camera catches a furious Dominic Lawson taking off his frustration on a boxroom's door. As each and every fist hits the door with a thud accompanied by some unrepeatable cussing words, a deeper and wider mold is carved on the plywood. Everyone's favorite backstage correspondant Sam Young notices the Bostonian and decides to ask him a few questions about his match against James Radford.
"Mister Lawson!"
The look on Dom's face spells trouble, and it probably would have made any other interviewer reconsidering his options. But not the determined Sam.
"This loss marks..."
"Hold on Chink, what the hell are you talking about? Loss? Have you seen me being pinned or tapping out? NO! I didn't lose, I've been fucking robbed! That cowboy and his scumbag manager set me up, knowing there was no fucking way he could have beat me clean. Or with one of his cheap tricks. Benson PAYED a moron to get his client disqualified, it happened right in front of everyone's eyes, the fans saw it, T.S. Elliot saw it, Kassandrah saw it, Cuppola saw it, even though he probably already forgot, and Thirteen, may she rest in piece, saw it from her place with the Lord in Heaven..."
"Those about her death are only rumors though..."
"Whatever, it doesn't really matter. The bottom line is that a travesty happened, out in the open. Are we just simply going to ignore the fact that my chances to win the Alpha Cup are gone because some cheapass, delusional used-to-be needed some cash to buy dinner for his blonde sweetheart."
"Yeah my next question was going to be about Hunter Storms and his actions..."
"That piece of shit... Quite frankly, I don't know if I find more pathetic his desperate attempt to get into Candice's panties or this ridiculous facade he's keeping up trying to impress her. Miss Turner, I realize that you're definitely too blond to realize it, so allow me to help you. Hunter Storms is not a good guy. He's not the boy scout that helps grannies to cross the street, he's not the all smiles dude that's usually so kind to you. It's just an act he's pulling to try to look good in your eyes.
The real Storms is the motherfucker that accepted to hit a man on the skull with a steel chair busting him open just to help him win a match via dq, screwing over another innocent man from his chances to become the Alpha Cup winner. Chances he worked so damn hard to earn, against all odds, in spite of all those people who kept telling him that he would never be good enough. And for what? A couple of thousands bucks?
Now if this matches your definition of a good guy, if someone so vile to ruin another man's career for money and smiling about it is someone you can trust and possibly fall for, then let me tell you this.. You really have some low standards.
Because in my eyes, Hunter Storms is scum, just like me... But hey, at least I am man enough to admit it!"
"I see. What does future have in store for Dominic Lawson now that you're out of the Alpha Cup Tournament?"
"You see, if I had money to waste, I would hire a badass lawyer and see if I can get the decision reversed, or at least suspended... But I can't afford an attorney, and I am aware that the management doesn't give a fuck about me and my complaints. I mean, why they should care about Dom Lawson when they have the chance to promote a big main event match between the poster boys of the two divisions?
I've been in this business long enough to understand how things work. If I can't get justice for what happened to me, I will have payback. Whether it is on next show or at Executive Action, I will get my hands on Storms, and it will be my pleasure to make what he did to Radford look like a scratch.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and violence is timeless."
Dominic lands another fist on the door, this one more forceful than the previous as if all the his fustration. all his repressed rage focused in that one single right hand, punching a hole through the door. The sound of the cracking wood catches the attention of a janitor.
"Hey, the hell is wrong with you? You're going to pay for that door, you know?"
Dominci looks at himself, wearing his wrestling gear and then at the janitor.
"And where exactly do you think I'm keeping my money, huh? You know what, send the bill to the AWE, care of Brad Stokes."
After licking the blood from his bruised fist, Dom Lawson walks away, leaving an astonished Sam Young staring at the janitor.
"Mister Lawson!"
The look on Dom's face spells trouble, and it probably would have made any other interviewer reconsidering his options. But not the determined Sam.
"This loss marks..."
"Hold on Chink, what the hell are you talking about? Loss? Have you seen me being pinned or tapping out? NO! I didn't lose, I've been fucking robbed! That cowboy and his scumbag manager set me up, knowing there was no fucking way he could have beat me clean. Or with one of his cheap tricks. Benson PAYED a moron to get his client disqualified, it happened right in front of everyone's eyes, the fans saw it, T.S. Elliot saw it, Kassandrah saw it, Cuppola saw it, even though he probably already forgot, and Thirteen, may she rest in piece, saw it from her place with the Lord in Heaven..."
"Those about her death are only rumors though..."
"Whatever, it doesn't really matter. The bottom line is that a travesty happened, out in the open. Are we just simply going to ignore the fact that my chances to win the Alpha Cup are gone because some cheapass, delusional used-to-be needed some cash to buy dinner for his blonde sweetheart."
"Yeah my next question was going to be about Hunter Storms and his actions..."
"That piece of shit... Quite frankly, I don't know if I find more pathetic his desperate attempt to get into Candice's panties or this ridiculous facade he's keeping up trying to impress her. Miss Turner, I realize that you're definitely too blond to realize it, so allow me to help you. Hunter Storms is not a good guy. He's not the boy scout that helps grannies to cross the street, he's not the all smiles dude that's usually so kind to you. It's just an act he's pulling to try to look good in your eyes.
The real Storms is the motherfucker that accepted to hit a man on the skull with a steel chair busting him open just to help him win a match via dq, screwing over another innocent man from his chances to become the Alpha Cup winner. Chances he worked so damn hard to earn, against all odds, in spite of all those people who kept telling him that he would never be good enough. And for what? A couple of thousands bucks?
Now if this matches your definition of a good guy, if someone so vile to ruin another man's career for money and smiling about it is someone you can trust and possibly fall for, then let me tell you this.. You really have some low standards.
Because in my eyes, Hunter Storms is scum, just like me... But hey, at least I am man enough to admit it!"
"I see. What does future have in store for Dominic Lawson now that you're out of the Alpha Cup Tournament?"
"You see, if I had money to waste, I would hire a badass lawyer and see if I can get the decision reversed, or at least suspended... But I can't afford an attorney, and I am aware that the management doesn't give a fuck about me and my complaints. I mean, why they should care about Dom Lawson when they have the chance to promote a big main event match between the poster boys of the two divisions?
I've been in this business long enough to understand how things work. If I can't get justice for what happened to me, I will have payback. Whether it is on next show or at Executive Action, I will get my hands on Storms, and it will be my pleasure to make what he did to Radford look like a scratch.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and violence is timeless."
Dominic lands another fist on the door, this one more forceful than the previous as if all the his fustration. all his repressed rage focused in that one single right hand, punching a hole through the door. The sound of the cracking wood catches the attention of a janitor.
"Hey, the hell is wrong with you? You're going to pay for that door, you know?"
Dominci looks at himself, wearing his wrestling gear and then at the janitor.
"And where exactly do you think I'm keeping my money, huh? You know what, send the bill to the AWE, care of Brad Stokes."
After licking the blood from his bruised fist, Dom Lawson walks away, leaving an astonished Sam Young staring at the janitor.