Post by TPK/Acid on Aug 23, 2014 3:36:34 GMT -4
The scene opens shortly after the shows intro kicks off, Killian Fitzpatrick is seen pacing back and forth in a rather cramped corridor. After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, David Diamond comes into frame and instantly gets an irritated glare from Fitzpatrick. The Dirty one simple smirks, leans back against the nearest walls, and lights up one of his signature cigars. Diamond takes a few puffs, and pulls another cigar out, offering it to Killian.
3D: Cuban?
Killian: No, thanks. I'm good.
3D: Heh, suite your self kiddo. That just makes more for me.
The Borderland assassin lowers his head, and runs his hands through his hair. It's all but clear Killian isn't enthused by David's presence, but he does his best to keep these feelings bottled up. Though, Diamond knows this, he loves to toy with his young charges emotions. David Diamond starts to say something else, hoping to further spark Fitzpatrick's emotions, but the pair are interupted by a well dressed man. Killian seems to know the guy, however David Diamond seems a bit lost, but chooses to simply ignore him for now.
Killian: Chip, thought for sure you'd have went west with all the other Borderland guys.
Chip Monk: Yeah, well. I for one don't feel like taking Frank Hall's abuse. He's not really tolerent towards "guys like me". But, hey. It's not like there was anything for me anyhow. Unofficially, I'm freelancing here for a bit, least unless the higher ups get pissed and chase me out. Though, I figure. Another interviewer can't HURT, after all Lizzie can't do it all...right?
Killian: Yeah, I suppose you've got yourself a point.
3D: Woah, woah, woah. Back the truck up Jack! Whaddya mean "guys like you?"
Chip Monk: Uhh...not that it's any of YOUR business but, I prefer the company of men. Frank Hall thinks this translates I'm going to make a pass at everyone on "his" roster. Fuck him though.
3D: Fair enough, you like the ole' sausage. Big whoop!
Another uncomfortable silence occurs, Chip doing his best to make eye contact with David Diamond who is coming off as just plain creepy. Killian glances over at his manager, clears his throat, and nudges him with his elbow. Diamond jumps a bit, looks at Killian, and throws his hands in the air unaware what he's done wrong.
Chip: ANYWAY! You up for answering a question or two?
3D: Look pal, she said she was eighteen and that's good en...
Killian:WOAH! I don't think that's what he meant brotha! Yeah Chip, ask away.
Chip: Yeah...I bet you've got to give that speech A LOT! Moving on, before this gets even weirder. You're match last week with Shawn Scholes, netted you your very first EVPW win, thoughts on the match?
3D: You're fucking welcome by the way kid...just sayin'.
Killian: Yeah, ok. Look, I'm not going to lie, he was a beast between the ropes. Unrelenting, and just plain ferocious. Add his manager to the mix, and he was almost too much.
3D: Really, nothing? Not even a "Oh, hey thanks Dave." not a "You really saved my ass Dave!" nothing? Fuck me...not literally, I'm not "that kind of guy."
Killian:*Ignoring his manager* But, I want to make something VERY clear. Just because I respect what that son of a bitch can do in a ring, doesn't mean I like him...OR his scumbag of a manager Steve White.
Chip: Oh? Why is that?
Killian: White wants to crap on the legacy of all of the great wrestlers from the past, all the while trying to hold down those who are in action today. He needs to have a little bit more respect for this company, and if Shawn was a smart man he'd ditch White, and fast.
Chip: Speaking of scumbag managers, what's umm...what's the deal with him?
Monk casually motions toward David Diamond, who cluelessly continues to smoke away on his cigar. Killian raises an eyebrow, and places both of his hands on his hips, not exactly sure of the answer himself. Kid Killah clears his throat, nothing. Diamond seems to be zoned out, overly content to just blow smoke rings aimlessly in the background. Payaso Loco clears his throat once again, much louder this time, getting a start out of The Dirty One.
3D Jesus kid, fucking what!?
Killian: I certainly don't know why you insist on following me around, perhaps YOU would like to answer Chip's question.
3D That? Shit, that's an easy one. Dear ole' dad is paying me to keep an eye on you. Next questi...
Diamond slaps Killian on the back, maybe a little harder than Killian would've liked. Suddenly, the usual kind hearted Fitzpatrick grabs his manager by his shirt, and forces him up against the wall. Shocked by what's just happened, David drops his cigar on the ground and glares down into his client's eyes.
Killian: What? And why exactly would I need a babysitter? I did just find in Borderland, I'll be just fine here! I don't need one of my dad's lackeys hanging around!
The Dirty One, a bit upset at being called a lackey, flips the tables on Fitzpatrick. With Kid Killah pinned up against the wall now, he grinds his snakeskin boot on the cigar underfoot, and gnarls his teeth. A low guttural growling begins to eminate from Diamond, all the while Killian just looks as if not more angry.
3D Shove it pal, I'm not a lackey, a flunky, a stooge, and I am damn sure no babysitter. You gotta realize Jack, you may have found success elsewhere, but that was nothing. EVPW is another monster entirely, you fuck up here and you may not get a chance elsewhere. Prior to the call I got a few weeks ago, I'd talked to Colin eh...maybe three or four times. BUT, he called me, because he wants THE BEST...for his "little boy!"
Chip Monk has all but fled the scene by this point, not wanting to end up in the crossfire. Just when it looks as though these two are going to start brawling, David pushes away. Now free of his managers grip, Killian takes a deep breath, looks David in the eye, and simply says "Thanks." David calms down, grips Killian in a side hug, and gives an equally simple reply of his own "Yup" The scene fades to black as wrestler, and manager, make their way to the locker room area.
EoT
(Comments Welcomed)
3D: Cuban?
Killian: No, thanks. I'm good.
3D: Heh, suite your self kiddo. That just makes more for me.
The Borderland assassin lowers his head, and runs his hands through his hair. It's all but clear Killian isn't enthused by David's presence, but he does his best to keep these feelings bottled up. Though, Diamond knows this, he loves to toy with his young charges emotions. David Diamond starts to say something else, hoping to further spark Fitzpatrick's emotions, but the pair are interupted by a well dressed man. Killian seems to know the guy, however David Diamond seems a bit lost, but chooses to simply ignore him for now.
Killian: Chip, thought for sure you'd have went west with all the other Borderland guys.
Chip Monk: Yeah, well. I for one don't feel like taking Frank Hall's abuse. He's not really tolerent towards "guys like me". But, hey. It's not like there was anything for me anyhow. Unofficially, I'm freelancing here for a bit, least unless the higher ups get pissed and chase me out. Though, I figure. Another interviewer can't HURT, after all Lizzie can't do it all...right?
Killian: Yeah, I suppose you've got yourself a point.
3D: Woah, woah, woah. Back the truck up Jack! Whaddya mean "guys like you?"
Chip Monk: Uhh...not that it's any of YOUR business but, I prefer the company of men. Frank Hall thinks this translates I'm going to make a pass at everyone on "his" roster. Fuck him though.
3D: Fair enough, you like the ole' sausage. Big whoop!
Another uncomfortable silence occurs, Chip doing his best to make eye contact with David Diamond who is coming off as just plain creepy. Killian glances over at his manager, clears his throat, and nudges him with his elbow. Diamond jumps a bit, looks at Killian, and throws his hands in the air unaware what he's done wrong.
Chip: ANYWAY! You up for answering a question or two?
3D: Look pal, she said she was eighteen and that's good en...
Killian:WOAH! I don't think that's what he meant brotha! Yeah Chip, ask away.
Chip: Yeah...I bet you've got to give that speech A LOT! Moving on, before this gets even weirder. You're match last week with Shawn Scholes, netted you your very first EVPW win, thoughts on the match?
3D: You're fucking welcome by the way kid...just sayin'.
Killian: Yeah, ok. Look, I'm not going to lie, he was a beast between the ropes. Unrelenting, and just plain ferocious. Add his manager to the mix, and he was almost too much.
3D: Really, nothing? Not even a "Oh, hey thanks Dave." not a "You really saved my ass Dave!" nothing? Fuck me...not literally, I'm not "that kind of guy."
Killian:*Ignoring his manager* But, I want to make something VERY clear. Just because I respect what that son of a bitch can do in a ring, doesn't mean I like him...OR his scumbag of a manager Steve White.
Chip: Oh? Why is that?
Killian: White wants to crap on the legacy of all of the great wrestlers from the past, all the while trying to hold down those who are in action today. He needs to have a little bit more respect for this company, and if Shawn was a smart man he'd ditch White, and fast.
Chip: Speaking of scumbag managers, what's umm...what's the deal with him?
Monk casually motions toward David Diamond, who cluelessly continues to smoke away on his cigar. Killian raises an eyebrow, and places both of his hands on his hips, not exactly sure of the answer himself. Kid Killah clears his throat, nothing. Diamond seems to be zoned out, overly content to just blow smoke rings aimlessly in the background. Payaso Loco clears his throat once again, much louder this time, getting a start out of The Dirty One.
3D Jesus kid, fucking what!?
Killian: I certainly don't know why you insist on following me around, perhaps YOU would like to answer Chip's question.
3D That? Shit, that's an easy one. Dear ole' dad is paying me to keep an eye on you. Next questi...
Diamond slaps Killian on the back, maybe a little harder than Killian would've liked. Suddenly, the usual kind hearted Fitzpatrick grabs his manager by his shirt, and forces him up against the wall. Shocked by what's just happened, David drops his cigar on the ground and glares down into his client's eyes.
Killian: What? And why exactly would I need a babysitter? I did just find in Borderland, I'll be just fine here! I don't need one of my dad's lackeys hanging around!
The Dirty One, a bit upset at being called a lackey, flips the tables on Fitzpatrick. With Kid Killah pinned up against the wall now, he grinds his snakeskin boot on the cigar underfoot, and gnarls his teeth. A low guttural growling begins to eminate from Diamond, all the while Killian just looks as if not more angry.
3D Shove it pal, I'm not a lackey, a flunky, a stooge, and I am damn sure no babysitter. You gotta realize Jack, you may have found success elsewhere, but that was nothing. EVPW is another monster entirely, you fuck up here and you may not get a chance elsewhere. Prior to the call I got a few weeks ago, I'd talked to Colin eh...maybe three or four times. BUT, he called me, because he wants THE BEST...for his "little boy!"
Chip Monk has all but fled the scene by this point, not wanting to end up in the crossfire. Just when it looks as though these two are going to start brawling, David pushes away. Now free of his managers grip, Killian takes a deep breath, looks David in the eye, and simply says "Thanks." David calms down, grips Killian in a side hug, and gives an equally simple reply of his own "Yup" The scene fades to black as wrestler, and manager, make their way to the locker room area.
EoT
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