Frankie is furiously punching his punching bag, with a determined look on his face. Anto is standing right beside him, slightly anxious.
Frankie: I had him where I wanted.
Anto: I know
I was just about to finish him off.
I know.
And then Blade just comes in and ruins everything.
Well, you did have it coming. You did interefere in his match. It's called karma.
Fuck off with your karma. I had a score to settle with Zander. But he's gone now. So that's one horrible little worm I don't have to worry about again.
Just as he finishes, a man walks in nervously, and hands Anto a piece of paper. He just stands there, waiting, as Anto reads the paper.
Is that all?
He nods.
Then fuck off.
The man nods apologetically, and rushes out the door.
It says you have a match against Matt Royale on Ascension.
Frankie is lifting waits and isn't listening.
Did you hear me?
Yeah yeah, you're getting a chicken royale in Burger King. I want a cheeseburger.
Anto shakes his head.
No, you have a match against Matt Royale on ascension.
Royale, eh? I've never liked that word. "Royale". You know what it reminds me of?
Anto rolls his eyes.
Enlighten me.
It reminds me of royal. Which reminds me of the queen. Which in turn reminds me of Great Britain. Which reminds me of oppression, and aggression. Years of it. While they colonised us. They discriminated against us. They persecuted us.
He lets out a vicious punch at the bag.
And when we get our freedom, you know what they said?
Anto shakes his head.
I'm paraphrasing, but here it is. "Jolly old chaps, well played". The *****.
I don't think that-
I'm no historian, but I know what they fucking said. Are you calling me a liar?
Of course not. My teacher must have thought us wrong, that's all.
As for you, Matt. Well, what can I say, I don't like you. You're a bit of a cunt who needs to be taken off his high horse and thought a lesson or too. Yeah, you may have qualified for King for a day. Well whoop-de-fucking-doo! The only reason that I amn't in there, kicking your sorry ass, is because I have this thing called gold around my waist. Ever heard of it? Well, it takes up quite a lot of time. I don't have the freedom to compete in every thing i want. So count yourself lucky that you don't have to deal with me.
You want a chance to be king for a day. Well, here it is. Whatever miniscule chance you have of beating, gives you the chance of standing up, and proclaiming that you beat the ebst wrestler in the company. But when you get crushed by me, and I slam you into oblivion. A lesson will be learned. You talk about your destiny, well, the only fate is what we make.
Isn't that from terminator?
