MD 24: Frankie Smith vs TM
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Hhe setting is inside of a hospital.Frankie is in the waiting room,playing his nintendo DS.He is tapping his foot impatiently.In walks Becky Serra through the door,with a look of anxiety on her face.
Becky:I am here in,well,a hospital.I have been called here for an interview with one of WZCW's new superstars frankie smith.
She walks over to Frankie and stands beside him,waiting.He doesn't take notice of her.She coughs to grab his attention.
Frankie:Shhh,Yoshi's saying something.
He closes the DS and stands up.He beckons her to follow him
Becky:So Frankie,what are your thoughts on Meltdown and your failure to defeat Zander Young.
Frankie:My thoughts.My thoughts.Please.I failed.I lost.Losing is unacceptable.The rage that burned up inside of me afterwards.
They are walking down a hallway and stop to let a bed move by
After the match you shook his hand.What compelled you to do so.The crowd seemed to be apreciative
I knew when I was beaten.When a man beats the celtic detsroyer,he deserves my respect.Respect is what sets us apart from the animal.That and opposable thumbs
He smirks.
My aspirations towards the Eurasian title were dashed by Zander.
No matter.You get knocked down,you get back up again.You get hit,you hit back harder.My fury has been supressed.At meltdown,the switch will be turned on.
Speaking of Meltdown,are you ready for TM?
The guy has movie star good looks.That's all I know.We both lost our matches,now it's both of our chances to show what we can do.He can win all the oscars he wants.This ain't a beauty contest.There isn't a Q & A segment.And I am certainly not Miss California.He is one rich bastard.He is the kind of guy I grew up hating.He sailed off in his boat.I trolley raced.He asked his father for new shoes,I asked him can he fix the hole in my socks.Ballymun is seen as the "Ghetto" of the emerald isle.
He looks straight into the camera,serious.
Can you handle it?
Money can't save you now.
They walk past a docor holding a cup of coffee.Frankie snatches it from his hand and takes a sip,before tossing it straight into the bin.
Doctor:Hey.What the hell?Who do you god damn think-
He stops,realising who just took his cup of coffee.A look of fright sweeps aross his face.
You know what.Who cares?Good luck at meltdown Frankie.
Sorry Frankie,but I must ask.Why are we in a hospital?
Finally,I was waiting for you to ask that.I thought you were just that idiotic.We're here for a visit.
He pulls a can of heiniken lager from his jacket pocket,opens it with one hand and takes a big gulp.
Who are we visiting?
Be patiient.It's a surprise.
He walks into a room and there's a large,fat man sitting on a chair,eating a roll.
Here is the room for athletic injuries
He waves his hand,showing her the room.The man has a look of surprise
Fat guy:Oh no I'm not-
Frankie interupts.
Accustomed to the concept of sarcasm.
The man is angry and continues munching on his roll.
Frankie walks over to a guy lying on his bed.frankie picks up his chart and examines it.He chuckles.
Wanna drink?
The man stares at him.
Bed patient:Read the chart.I'm on dialysis for alcohol abuse.
I know.Just wanted to see the look on your face.
Sucks dude,no drink.Sorry bout ya man.I'd hate for no beer.Imagine a world without alcohol.
He drinks the can in front of the salivating patient
Wait,you don't have to.
He stands up,the man shakes his head in anger.
You see,Becky,I didn't bring you here to watch me insult the patients.I came here to talk about Copyright.Here camera man,take a look at the walls,the beds,the doctors,the patients.Get a close up of that nuse.
The camera does so.
This is for TM to get accustomed to his furture surroundings.Unfortunately,the Morgue was full.
He laughs,and stops in front of an empty bed.
Check it out!
He points to the sign above the bed and walks off,taking a sip.
Becky and the camera man are left staring at the piece of paper thumb tacked to the wall.In big writing it said:
RESERVED FOR
TM.
Becky:I am here in,well,a hospital.I have been called here for an interview with one of WZCW's new superstars frankie smith.
She walks over to Frankie and stands beside him,waiting.He doesn't take notice of her.She coughs to grab his attention.
Frankie:Shhh,Yoshi's saying something.
He closes the DS and stands up.He beckons her to follow him
Becky:So Frankie,what are your thoughts on Meltdown and your failure to defeat Zander Young.
Frankie:My thoughts.My thoughts.Please.I failed.I lost.Losing is unacceptable.The rage that burned up inside of me afterwards.
They are walking down a hallway and stop to let a bed move by
After the match you shook his hand.What compelled you to do so.The crowd seemed to be apreciative
I knew when I was beaten.When a man beats the celtic detsroyer,he deserves my respect.Respect is what sets us apart from the animal.That and opposable thumbs
He smirks.
My aspirations towards the Eurasian title were dashed by Zander.
No matter.You get knocked down,you get back up again.You get hit,you hit back harder.My fury has been supressed.At meltdown,the switch will be turned on.
Speaking of Meltdown,are you ready for TM?
The guy has movie star good looks.That's all I know.We both lost our matches,now it's both of our chances to show what we can do.He can win all the oscars he wants.This ain't a beauty contest.There isn't a Q & A segment.And I am certainly not Miss California.He is one rich bastard.He is the kind of guy I grew up hating.He sailed off in his boat.I trolley raced.He asked his father for new shoes,I asked him can he fix the hole in my socks.Ballymun is seen as the "Ghetto" of the emerald isle.
He looks straight into the camera,serious.
Can you handle it?
Money can't save you now.
They walk past a docor holding a cup of coffee.Frankie snatches it from his hand and takes a sip,before tossing it straight into the bin.
Doctor:Hey.What the hell?Who do you god damn think-
He stops,realising who just took his cup of coffee.A look of fright sweeps aross his face.
You know what.Who cares?Good luck at meltdown Frankie.
Sorry Frankie,but I must ask.Why are we in a hospital?
Finally,I was waiting for you to ask that.I thought you were just that idiotic.We're here for a visit.
He pulls a can of heiniken lager from his jacket pocket,opens it with one hand and takes a big gulp.
Who are we visiting?
Be patiient.It's a surprise.
He walks into a room and there's a large,fat man sitting on a chair,eating a roll.
Here is the room for athletic injuries
He waves his hand,showing her the room.The man has a look of surprise
Fat guy:Oh no I'm not-
Frankie interupts.
Accustomed to the concept of sarcasm.
The man is angry and continues munching on his roll.
Frankie walks over to a guy lying on his bed.frankie picks up his chart and examines it.He chuckles.
Wanna drink?
The man stares at him.
Bed patient:Read the chart.I'm on dialysis for alcohol abuse.
I know.Just wanted to see the look on your face.
Sucks dude,no drink.Sorry bout ya man.I'd hate for no beer.Imagine a world without alcohol.
He drinks the can in front of the salivating patient
Wait,you don't have to.
He stands up,the man shakes his head in anger.
You see,Becky,I didn't bring you here to watch me insult the patients.I came here to talk about Copyright.Here camera man,take a look at the walls,the beds,the doctors,the patients.Get a close up of that nuse.
The camera does so.
This is for TM to get accustomed to his furture surroundings.Unfortunately,the Morgue was full.
He laughs,and stops in front of an empty bed.
Check it out!
He points to the sign above the bed and walks off,taking a sip.
Becky and the camera man are left staring at the piece of paper thumb tacked to the wall.In big writing it said:
RESERVED FOR
TM.
The room is pitch black. There is a dripping sound in the back of the room. The door cracks open, but there is not enough light to show what the room contains. Someone walks in. With a feminine voice, muttering under her breath, a comment about the foul smell in the air.
Becky: Hello? Trademark!? I am here to ask you a few questions.
She holds up a pen flashlight and in the corner she makes out an image. She cant make out anything other than his silhouette. She can hardly recognize who it is, but it is of course Trademark.
Becky: Trademark. We need to take about your match with Drake Callahan. We need to talk about your Meltdown match with Frankie Smith at MD24 next week.
Trademark: The mood on my face has yet to dry after my battle with Callahan. I bled through my face, all over my body, and through my soul. Gashes wide enough that I could put my finger through them, just to feel the sweet sensation of my fingers inside my tortured body.
Trademark rises closer to Becky, and she is able to see his mutilated body. Some of the cuts are obviously from the hands of Callahan, but many of the cuts are evidently laid by Trademark’s own hands.
Becky: Trademark! What have you done to yourself?! No wonder you have not stopped bleeding! You are mutilating yourself! You are sick Trademark!
Trademark: It is all part of the dream I have had since I began here and with my coming to WrestleZone Championship Wrestling.
Becky: Forget the dream Trademark, toy need to stop what you are doing to yourself and seek help!
Trademark: Everything I do is part of the path I must take to the end goal of myself here in WrestleZone Championship Wrestling.
Trademark turns on the lights to a exposed a horrific site of a mans body wrapped hanging from a chain, blood letting fall to the ground in a sickening fashion similar to rain drops off the roof. Becky is horrified as she backs towards the door. Trademark’s body is shredded like a man who has jumped through a plate window.
Trademark: Smith, I have no prior concern with you. All you are to me is a stepping stone on my path to the end of my goal. But then I heard of a rumour. Unfortunately for you, you seem to believe that you have a chance to teach me a something in the ways of the ring. To me you are just another kid who never learned his lessons, never grew up and remains trapped in a shadow of this own expectations. When I look at you, I shudder to think that the peons of this world haven learnt to respect those who supersede them. A time will come when you realize that, however that time will come 3 seconds before it is too late. Smith, I am going to break your fucking neck. You will scream for mercy just as Richard, my former top student did. You can see his body hanging from that chain. Then I hit the copyright infringement on his crippled body.
Now it is time for you to leave Becky, I have other tasks I must complete.
Becky sees a pile of red material in the corner being stitched together with what seems like human remains. Trademark, turns around and adorns a fire red mask, whips around and causes Becky to run for the door.
The light goes out.
Becky: Hello? Trademark!? I am here to ask you a few questions.
She holds up a pen flashlight and in the corner she makes out an image. She cant make out anything other than his silhouette. She can hardly recognize who it is, but it is of course Trademark.
Becky: Trademark. We need to take about your match with Drake Callahan. We need to talk about your Meltdown match with Frankie Smith at MD24 next week.
Trademark: The mood on my face has yet to dry after my battle with Callahan. I bled through my face, all over my body, and through my soul. Gashes wide enough that I could put my finger through them, just to feel the sweet sensation of my fingers inside my tortured body.
Trademark rises closer to Becky, and she is able to see his mutilated body. Some of the cuts are obviously from the hands of Callahan, but many of the cuts are evidently laid by Trademark’s own hands.
Becky: Trademark! What have you done to yourself?! No wonder you have not stopped bleeding! You are mutilating yourself! You are sick Trademark!
Trademark: It is all part of the dream I have had since I began here and with my coming to WrestleZone Championship Wrestling.
Becky: Forget the dream Trademark, toy need to stop what you are doing to yourself and seek help!
Trademark: Everything I do is part of the path I must take to the end goal of myself here in WrestleZone Championship Wrestling.
Trademark turns on the lights to a exposed a horrific site of a mans body wrapped hanging from a chain, blood letting fall to the ground in a sickening fashion similar to rain drops off the roof. Becky is horrified as she backs towards the door. Trademark’s body is shredded like a man who has jumped through a plate window.
Trademark: Smith, I have no prior concern with you. All you are to me is a stepping stone on my path to the end of my goal. But then I heard of a rumour. Unfortunately for you, you seem to believe that you have a chance to teach me a something in the ways of the ring. To me you are just another kid who never learned his lessons, never grew up and remains trapped in a shadow of this own expectations. When I look at you, I shudder to think that the peons of this world haven learnt to respect those who supersede them. A time will come when you realize that, however that time will come 3 seconds before it is too late. Smith, I am going to break your fucking neck. You will scream for mercy just as Richard, my former top student did. You can see his body hanging from that chain. Then I hit the copyright infringement on his crippled body.
Now it is time for you to leave Becky, I have other tasks I must complete.
Becky sees a pile of red material in the corner being stitched together with what seems like human remains. Trademark, turns around and adorns a fire red mask, whips around and causes Becky to run for the door.
The light goes out.
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