Post by earlswisher on Jan 3, 2009 0:47:33 GMT -5
Cut to the HWS Arena, backstage, hallway. Mike Vallison is standing in front of camera getting ready to begin his work shift. He straightens out his tie and gives his microphone a check. All is calm and peaceful until Earl Swisher comes around the corner of the hallway, furious. He continuously enters rooms without knocking, looking inside for Chelsea, and slamming the doors on his way out. One door he comes to is locked, so Earl knocks it down by charging at it with all his might twice. Vallison with a microphone in his hand and the cameraman run over to him.
Earl, listen buddy, we all know you're pissed but thats no reason to be barging in to people's locker rooms, okay?
Hey, why don't you mind your fucking business for once! Sorry man, I'm a little stressed out right now. Goddamn Leland!
Dude, its cool, I understand. How bout an interview?
I got bigger fish to fry right now, but when I get a free second, I'll give you a call. Sound good Mikey boy?
Of course. Good luck man.
Thanks.
Vallison heads off camera and the cameraman turns to leave as well, but Earl stops him.
Walk with me here, I got some grievences to heir...
The cameraman follows Earl as he continues to look in as many doors as possible before coming to the boiler room doors. He opens them and steps inside the steamy area. He surveys the area and takes a seat on the descending stair case and looks into the camera.
As you can probably tell, the search for Chelsea isn't going to well. I've contacted the authorities, but their no help. Probably a bunch of dirty cops under Leland's pay roll. I can't imagine what she's going through right now. The look of despair and agony in her eyes when she came on the TitanTron, it hit me deep. I couldn't find her before the match. I just assumed she was sick or something. I let my guard down, knowing Chaz was out to get me. I should've known he'd stoop to this level. But I got caught up in my match that I should've been more careful. This is something that shouldn't have happened, and I'm gunna have to live with this for the rest of my life. I don't think I will be able to forgive myself for this.
Earl pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to the cameraman, who says no (you can tell by the camera shaking synonymously with his head nodding no). Earl lights one up and starts to smoke it.
However, I know what could definitely make things better is kicking the shit outta Leland right now! I tried being the nice guy and pursuing legal actions. Like I said the authorities were no help and I spoke to a lawyer as well. Turns out, as long as he is in this building, Chaz can pretty much do whatever he wants whenever he wants to whomever he wants. He's like the Saddam of wrestling inside of this arena. Because of his position of power, Chaz can get away with kidnapping, as long as its on these grounds. I know Leland and he doesn't have the balls to leave the arena with Chelsea and face a criminal record. He's too big a pussy, so that's why I'm on this manhunt. Looking over every square inch of this hellhole. The odd aren't in my favor, I know he's got something up his sleeve, but that won't stop me from trying.
He takes what is left of the cigarette and crushes it into the cement stairs underneath his foot. Earl runs his hands across his face trying to relieve some stress, but to no avail.
Chaz Leland's changed. He aint the same since HWS reopened its doors. I don't know why but if he keeps this up HWS is gunna crash and burn just like it did before. Now he wants to unload "The Darkness" on me at New Tears. Chaz, I got news for ya buddy, you can throw whatever you got at me but I'm gunna take down everyone that stands in my way from beating the living shit outta you. Bring it on Chaz, you've unlocked a side of me I have never seen before. I've never wanted vengeance as bad as I do now. Its like a blood lust, and I won't stop until you bleed out. Leland, you brought me back to wrestling, and my goal here was to prove my ACL won't interfere anymore. I came back for the fans, to put it all on the line again, but now I have a new goal. To save HWS from you. I have wanted to see this fed rise to the top since the get go but your holding it back. Your draining all the power outta it Chaz and putting it into your pocket. I wont let that happen anymore. So after New Tears, I'll say it again. You and me, Last Man Standing. You pick the place and time, it doesn't matter because the outcome will still be the same.
The redness in his face fades away after such an intense monologue. Earl reaches into his pocket for another cigarette, but decides against (I mean, this things can kill you).
This week is the first road block thrown my way from Leland. A battle royal for a shot at the TV Title. Well you know what, fuck the TV Title, fuck titles in general. Your probably wondering why I'd say that. A title is nothing more than a piece of jewelry. Its supposed to make the person wearing it matter, but in my mind it doesn't. Its not like a football or baseball game where the better team comes out on top because the better wrestler doesn't always win. I aint talking praises here folks, but I don't care if I'm the best wrestler on this planet. All that matters is the fans, because without them, Earl Swisher doesn't exist, so in a way I owe them my life. And I do that by risking it every night leaving everything on the line for them every match. Now that my friends is what wrestlings about. Do I care that I'm up against a legend and his compadres, a former jobber who's shown he's more than that, a devote Christian? Am I gunna trash talk them like some kind of asshole and say how superior I am to them? No, because either way, win or loss, I'm gunna push myself to new limits and embrace the new Earl Swisher.
Earl gets as close as visible into the camera, close enough to practically see the fire in his eyes.
Chaz, the new Earl Swisher is like a freight train. You better run or be prepared to get run the fuck over.
Earl gets up and leaves the same way he entered the boiler room as the camera fades to black...
Earl, listen buddy, we all know you're pissed but thats no reason to be barging in to people's locker rooms, okay?
Hey, why don't you mind your fucking business for once! Sorry man, I'm a little stressed out right now. Goddamn Leland!
Dude, its cool, I understand. How bout an interview?
I got bigger fish to fry right now, but when I get a free second, I'll give you a call. Sound good Mikey boy?
Of course. Good luck man.
Thanks.
Vallison heads off camera and the cameraman turns to leave as well, but Earl stops him.
Walk with me here, I got some grievences to heir...
The cameraman follows Earl as he continues to look in as many doors as possible before coming to the boiler room doors. He opens them and steps inside the steamy area. He surveys the area and takes a seat on the descending stair case and looks into the camera.
As you can probably tell, the search for Chelsea isn't going to well. I've contacted the authorities, but their no help. Probably a bunch of dirty cops under Leland's pay roll. I can't imagine what she's going through right now. The look of despair and agony in her eyes when she came on the TitanTron, it hit me deep. I couldn't find her before the match. I just assumed she was sick or something. I let my guard down, knowing Chaz was out to get me. I should've known he'd stoop to this level. But I got caught up in my match that I should've been more careful. This is something that shouldn't have happened, and I'm gunna have to live with this for the rest of my life. I don't think I will be able to forgive myself for this.
Earl pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to the cameraman, who says no (you can tell by the camera shaking synonymously with his head nodding no). Earl lights one up and starts to smoke it.
However, I know what could definitely make things better is kicking the shit outta Leland right now! I tried being the nice guy and pursuing legal actions. Like I said the authorities were no help and I spoke to a lawyer as well. Turns out, as long as he is in this building, Chaz can pretty much do whatever he wants whenever he wants to whomever he wants. He's like the Saddam of wrestling inside of this arena. Because of his position of power, Chaz can get away with kidnapping, as long as its on these grounds. I know Leland and he doesn't have the balls to leave the arena with Chelsea and face a criminal record. He's too big a pussy, so that's why I'm on this manhunt. Looking over every square inch of this hellhole. The odd aren't in my favor, I know he's got something up his sleeve, but that won't stop me from trying.
He takes what is left of the cigarette and crushes it into the cement stairs underneath his foot. Earl runs his hands across his face trying to relieve some stress, but to no avail.
Chaz Leland's changed. He aint the same since HWS reopened its doors. I don't know why but if he keeps this up HWS is gunna crash and burn just like it did before. Now he wants to unload "The Darkness" on me at New Tears. Chaz, I got news for ya buddy, you can throw whatever you got at me but I'm gunna take down everyone that stands in my way from beating the living shit outta you. Bring it on Chaz, you've unlocked a side of me I have never seen before. I've never wanted vengeance as bad as I do now. Its like a blood lust, and I won't stop until you bleed out. Leland, you brought me back to wrestling, and my goal here was to prove my ACL won't interfere anymore. I came back for the fans, to put it all on the line again, but now I have a new goal. To save HWS from you. I have wanted to see this fed rise to the top since the get go but your holding it back. Your draining all the power outta it Chaz and putting it into your pocket. I wont let that happen anymore. So after New Tears, I'll say it again. You and me, Last Man Standing. You pick the place and time, it doesn't matter because the outcome will still be the same.
The redness in his face fades away after such an intense monologue. Earl reaches into his pocket for another cigarette, but decides against (I mean, this things can kill you).
This week is the first road block thrown my way from Leland. A battle royal for a shot at the TV Title. Well you know what, fuck the TV Title, fuck titles in general. Your probably wondering why I'd say that. A title is nothing more than a piece of jewelry. Its supposed to make the person wearing it matter, but in my mind it doesn't. Its not like a football or baseball game where the better team comes out on top because the better wrestler doesn't always win. I aint talking praises here folks, but I don't care if I'm the best wrestler on this planet. All that matters is the fans, because without them, Earl Swisher doesn't exist, so in a way I owe them my life. And I do that by risking it every night leaving everything on the line for them every match. Now that my friends is what wrestlings about. Do I care that I'm up against a legend and his compadres, a former jobber who's shown he's more than that, a devote Christian? Am I gunna trash talk them like some kind of asshole and say how superior I am to them? No, because either way, win or loss, I'm gunna push myself to new limits and embrace the new Earl Swisher.
Earl gets as close as visible into the camera, close enough to practically see the fire in his eyes.
Chaz, the new Earl Swisher is like a freight train. You better run or be prepared to get run the fuck over.
Earl gets up and leaves the same way he entered the boiler room as the camera fades to black...
