Post by TheLaw on Jan 29, 2017 12:48:21 GMT -5
Massacre #6 just went off air when Dom Lawson is leaving the Van Andel Arena with a huge smile on his face. He managed to steal a win in that four-way match and he's now first in line for the Resilience Championship. Not bad for a guy everyone considered done, right? Through the glass door he notices the angry mob of protestors occupying the parking lot.
These fuckers are still here?
Before the guard could answer, Danica The Receptionist taps on Dom's shoulder.
Mister Lawson... You should take a look at this.
She hands him a receipt.
We will withhold that amount from your paycheck mister Lawson. What you did for those people outside... It was very generous!
The Law takes a look at the piece of paper. It's a Domino's bill, for a total amount of $99.90.
Son of a...
He crumples the receipt and tosses it on the floor, heading to the door. The angry slogans yelled by the crowd starts to fade as Lawson steps out of the building. Someone shouts something in his direction.
Hey Lawson, thanks for the pizzas! It's nice to see that someone still cares about us!
Dom shrugs. If they only knew the truth...
Yeah thank you Dom!
Thank you!
A choir of gratitude rises from the once angry mob. Lawson decides to captalize on it. Snatching a mega-phone from one of the protestors, he motions the crowd to calm down.. And it actually works!
You're welcome folks. It's the least I can do to support your cause. I'm probably the only one in the AWE that actually gives a fuck about your situation, maybe because, unlike those corporate bitches back there, I know how it feels like to be mistreated, I know how it is like when your boss tells you that you're a useless, worthless piece of shit and you're no longer needed in his company. I know how it is to go back home and tell your family that you lost your job without a reason, I know how it is to look your daughter in the eyes and tell her that no, you can't buy her a pony for her birthday because a bunch of idiots in a suit is spending half of the budget in Maple Syrup or Rohypnol to play Norman Bates with Thirteen...
A buzz grows from the mob, as they mumble at each other before looking at Dominic, perplexed.
Fair enough, I have no goddamn kid to disappoint at home. But you got my point... I have been in your shoes, I know how umconfortable they can be.
You feel disappointed, betrayed, angry, desperate. This is the story of my life guys.
The way I see things, you can keep crying like Benny Stevens and tell the world how unfair this is, hoping that someone actually gives a fuck about it. But that's delusional, things will never change no matter how hard you're complaining, they are not going to give you your jobs back just because you ask for it.
You can do like Austin Gale, use your ass-kissing skills to convince the management to give you another chance, selling out and stabbing in the back all your brothers and sisters fighting for the same RIGHT. If you really want to take shortcuts, your best shot may be Cuppola, the guy has no clues on what he's going, he may even hire you back. Sure, in two weeks it may have been for nothing, since there's no way to know who will be in charge after Executive Action, and what will he or she do...
There's always option c, also known as the Amis Shelton way. Things are not going the way you want? Take your ball and leave. I know for sure some of your former coworkers did it, but you... You people don't give up the fight, right? That's why you're keep showing up and let your voice be heard.
I dig it. I RESPECT it! So let me share a secret with you. The only way you'll get your jobs back is to stand up and fucking taking them! That's what I call The Law's Way!
Look at me. I beat what was supposed to be the biggest talent ever signed by this company, Drew Stevenson. -And for your information, the money used to pay that motherfucker was taken straight from your paychecks.- I was screwed over in the Alpha Cup... And what I did after that? I took back what was taken from me. I am now the number one contender for the Resilience Championship, and no matter which one of those HANDPICKED champion will walk out of the PPV, they have to deal with me next. And I promise you I will take that title, in spite of all of them, just like you will take your jobs back.
So fuck Elliot, fuck Kassandrah, fuck Cuppola fuck Thirteen and fuck their power games and politics. We won't be overlooked, they can't ignore us anymore. I will fight for your cause, I will be your paladin, your working class hero. Together we will fight the corruption running deep in this place. Our revolution starts today!
He raises his fist in the air, winding up the crowd.
We will show those pigs what they get for fucking with us! Everyone inside that building is our enemy, every single one of them is a target. BOYCOTT AWE!
For some reasons, thy're buying his bullshit, replying on top of their lungs, with one voice.
BOYCOTT AWE!
A smirk appears on Dom's face. This was easy...
You see that car over there? That's Brad Stokes'. Motherfucker just bought with your money a brand new fully automate chair that even serves him drink. I bet it can also bring him home, so it's not like he really needs those four wheels, right? Let's dismantle them, consider this proletarian expropriation!!!
Yelling and screaming the mob obliges. Dominic Lawson watches them laughing and shaking his head.
These fuckers are still here?
Before the guard could answer, Danica The Receptionist taps on Dom's shoulder.
Mister Lawson... You should take a look at this.
She hands him a receipt.
We will withhold that amount from your paycheck mister Lawson. What you did for those people outside... It was very generous!
The Law takes a look at the piece of paper. It's a Domino's bill, for a total amount of $99.90.
Son of a...
He crumples the receipt and tosses it on the floor, heading to the door. The angry slogans yelled by the crowd starts to fade as Lawson steps out of the building. Someone shouts something in his direction.
Hey Lawson, thanks for the pizzas! It's nice to see that someone still cares about us!
Dom shrugs. If they only knew the truth...
Yeah thank you Dom!
Thank you!
A choir of gratitude rises from the once angry mob. Lawson decides to captalize on it. Snatching a mega-phone from one of the protestors, he motions the crowd to calm down.. And it actually works!
You're welcome folks. It's the least I can do to support your cause. I'm probably the only one in the AWE that actually gives a fuck about your situation, maybe because, unlike those corporate bitches back there, I know how it feels like to be mistreated, I know how it is like when your boss tells you that you're a useless, worthless piece of shit and you're no longer needed in his company. I know how it is to go back home and tell your family that you lost your job without a reason, I know how it is to look your daughter in the eyes and tell her that no, you can't buy her a pony for her birthday because a bunch of idiots in a suit is spending half of the budget in Maple Syrup or Rohypnol to play Norman Bates with Thirteen...
A buzz grows from the mob, as they mumble at each other before looking at Dominic, perplexed.
Fair enough, I have no goddamn kid to disappoint at home. But you got my point... I have been in your shoes, I know how umconfortable they can be.
You feel disappointed, betrayed, angry, desperate. This is the story of my life guys.
The way I see things, you can keep crying like Benny Stevens and tell the world how unfair this is, hoping that someone actually gives a fuck about it. But that's delusional, things will never change no matter how hard you're complaining, they are not going to give you your jobs back just because you ask for it.
You can do like Austin Gale, use your ass-kissing skills to convince the management to give you another chance, selling out and stabbing in the back all your brothers and sisters fighting for the same RIGHT. If you really want to take shortcuts, your best shot may be Cuppola, the guy has no clues on what he's going, he may even hire you back. Sure, in two weeks it may have been for nothing, since there's no way to know who will be in charge after Executive Action, and what will he or she do...
There's always option c, also known as the Amis Shelton way. Things are not going the way you want? Take your ball and leave. I know for sure some of your former coworkers did it, but you... You people don't give up the fight, right? That's why you're keep showing up and let your voice be heard.
I dig it. I RESPECT it! So let me share a secret with you. The only way you'll get your jobs back is to stand up and fucking taking them! That's what I call The Law's Way!
Look at me. I beat what was supposed to be the biggest talent ever signed by this company, Drew Stevenson. -And for your information, the money used to pay that motherfucker was taken straight from your paychecks.- I was screwed over in the Alpha Cup... And what I did after that? I took back what was taken from me. I am now the number one contender for the Resilience Championship, and no matter which one of those HANDPICKED champion will walk out of the PPV, they have to deal with me next. And I promise you I will take that title, in spite of all of them, just like you will take your jobs back.
So fuck Elliot, fuck Kassandrah, fuck Cuppola fuck Thirteen and fuck their power games and politics. We won't be overlooked, they can't ignore us anymore. I will fight for your cause, I will be your paladin, your working class hero. Together we will fight the corruption running deep in this place. Our revolution starts today!
He raises his fist in the air, winding up the crowd.
We will show those pigs what they get for fucking with us! Everyone inside that building is our enemy, every single one of them is a target. BOYCOTT AWE!
For some reasons, thy're buying his bullshit, replying on top of their lungs, with one voice.
BOYCOTT AWE!
A smirk appears on Dom's face. This was easy...
You see that car over there? That's Brad Stokes'. Motherfucker just bought with your money a brand new fully automate chair that even serves him drink. I bet it can also bring him home, so it's not like he really needs those four wheels, right? Let's dismantle them, consider this proletarian expropriation!!!
Yelling and screaming the mob obliges. Dominic Lawson watches them laughing and shaking his head.