Post by earlswisher on Dec 23, 2008 1:43:45 GMT -5
Cut to a locker room in the back of the HWS Arena immediately following the events from last night's Sacrifice. In the locker room we see Earl Swisher and Chelsea Barber. Earl is sitting down in a chair while Chelsea is pacing back and forth across the room as the camera pans back and forth between the two.
Who the hell does he think he is?
I don't know Chelsea, this isn't like him at all.
Well, fuck him. Your Earl Swisher and despite what he said, the fans know your an HWS Original and that's all that matters, right?
True. I'm just gunna wrap some things up in here and I'll meet you at the car okay?
Alright.
Earl stands up and he and Chelsea kiss before Chelsea heads out the door. He turns and looks right into the camera and sits back down.
I hope those of you who saw my fight last night online were reminded of the way things used to be around here. After talking with Chaz last night, I wondered whether or not I made a mistake coming back here. I should just throw in the towel. I should just walk away. I should just go back to Chicago and re-open my wrestling school. I should do a lot of things, but I'm not going to. Its time I take matters into my own hands again, like I used to. So here's a challenge I got for you Leland. You and me at New Tears in a street fight. I know you still got some fight in ya, and I got a lot of respect for you. You were the only person who saw talent in me. But I will not hold back on whopping your ass! Not an HWS Original? Ask any guy back there in the locker room, I helped put the fans in the stands and I was and still am the toughest son of a bitch on the roster. Got what it takes to shut me up Chaz? Prove it!
Earl reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a Swisher Sweet and lights it up. He takes a puff and puts it down on the bench to his right.
Back to that match, it took a lot out of me. Sampson and Dagger put a fight, but I pulled out all the stops to walk out of there with a W. I didn't hold back at all. I dove through the ropes, flew off the top rope, and, as the opportunist that I am, broke up a pinfall and hit the Straight Swish Clothesline on Sampson. Those two deserve a lot of credit. I didn't know what to expect heading into the match, but they fought hard and are gunna be upper carders some day. This match was only the first rung on the ladder Im going to climb on my way back to the top. Whoever wins the Championship belt at New Tears better watch out because I'm sure I won't be the only one gunning for the title. Its been a lot time since I've tasted the sweet success of winning a title, and I'm hungry...
He grabs the cigar again and takes some more puffs before he puts it out. He heads over to a locker and pulls a few things out of it (wallet, cell phone, etc.) and puts them in his jean pockets. He then turns back to the camera.
About the World Title, I'm a little worked up by what one of the contenders for the belt were saying about last night. Shawn Morrison thinks he can talk shit about HWS like a fucking school girl and thinks he can get away with it? First, Morrison thinks that my main man Ace didn't even put a fight in their match. He must of been high because Ace always puts on a show and leaves it all in the ring, and this was no different last night. Next, he disrespects me. But he was right about one thing, I am fucked up in the head. You see, I don't have the mental capacity to deal with cocky pricks like Shawn Morrison. If your looking for a real fight Shawn, after I take care of Chaz, your next on my list buddy. As far as you winning the title, you keep thinking its already yours. See what happens...
Earl goes over to the wall in the corner and leans against it.
Finally, I'm actual on the card this week, thanks Chaz. But its against my great friend Ace. Chaz, are you trying to get Ace to turn on me again or something? I dunno, but I do know there's not going to be any bad blood between us and by the time our match is over there won't be a signal jaw in the arena that isn't dropped. Ace is one of the first guys ever to hand me a loss, and I got a lot of admiration for him as a wrestler and a friend. Who knows, since Ace isn't in the running for the World Title anymore, we can get the team back together and run amuck here in HWS like the good ol' days.
Earl starts to head for his door but Earl's ringtone, "Rooster" by Alice in Chains, goes off and he reaches into his pocket for his phone. He looks at the caller ID and answers.
Hello?....Hey man how are you?....Good to hear, good to hear...Listen, about what we we were talking about the other day. I talked to a talent scout after my match and I gave him that tape...Well, I don't know, I didn't hear back from him yet, but trust me, you're a shoe in...Alright, I gotta split but I'll let you know when I hear from him...Peace.
Earl hangs up the phone and makes a b-line for the door. He opens it and looks at the camera.
Straight Swish All Day...
The camera fades to black...
Who the hell does he think he is?
I don't know Chelsea, this isn't like him at all.
Well, fuck him. Your Earl Swisher and despite what he said, the fans know your an HWS Original and that's all that matters, right?
True. I'm just gunna wrap some things up in here and I'll meet you at the car okay?
Alright.
Earl stands up and he and Chelsea kiss before Chelsea heads out the door. He turns and looks right into the camera and sits back down.
I hope those of you who saw my fight last night online were reminded of the way things used to be around here. After talking with Chaz last night, I wondered whether or not I made a mistake coming back here. I should just throw in the towel. I should just walk away. I should just go back to Chicago and re-open my wrestling school. I should do a lot of things, but I'm not going to. Its time I take matters into my own hands again, like I used to. So here's a challenge I got for you Leland. You and me at New Tears in a street fight. I know you still got some fight in ya, and I got a lot of respect for you. You were the only person who saw talent in me. But I will not hold back on whopping your ass! Not an HWS Original? Ask any guy back there in the locker room, I helped put the fans in the stands and I was and still am the toughest son of a bitch on the roster. Got what it takes to shut me up Chaz? Prove it!
Earl reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a Swisher Sweet and lights it up. He takes a puff and puts it down on the bench to his right.
Back to that match, it took a lot out of me. Sampson and Dagger put a fight, but I pulled out all the stops to walk out of there with a W. I didn't hold back at all. I dove through the ropes, flew off the top rope, and, as the opportunist that I am, broke up a pinfall and hit the Straight Swish Clothesline on Sampson. Those two deserve a lot of credit. I didn't know what to expect heading into the match, but they fought hard and are gunna be upper carders some day. This match was only the first rung on the ladder Im going to climb on my way back to the top. Whoever wins the Championship belt at New Tears better watch out because I'm sure I won't be the only one gunning for the title. Its been a lot time since I've tasted the sweet success of winning a title, and I'm hungry...
He grabs the cigar again and takes some more puffs before he puts it out. He heads over to a locker and pulls a few things out of it (wallet, cell phone, etc.) and puts them in his jean pockets. He then turns back to the camera.
About the World Title, I'm a little worked up by what one of the contenders for the belt were saying about last night. Shawn Morrison thinks he can talk shit about HWS like a fucking school girl and thinks he can get away with it? First, Morrison thinks that my main man Ace didn't even put a fight in their match. He must of been high because Ace always puts on a show and leaves it all in the ring, and this was no different last night. Next, he disrespects me. But he was right about one thing, I am fucked up in the head. You see, I don't have the mental capacity to deal with cocky pricks like Shawn Morrison. If your looking for a real fight Shawn, after I take care of Chaz, your next on my list buddy. As far as you winning the title, you keep thinking its already yours. See what happens...
Earl goes over to the wall in the corner and leans against it.
Finally, I'm actual on the card this week, thanks Chaz. But its against my great friend Ace. Chaz, are you trying to get Ace to turn on me again or something? I dunno, but I do know there's not going to be any bad blood between us and by the time our match is over there won't be a signal jaw in the arena that isn't dropped. Ace is one of the first guys ever to hand me a loss, and I got a lot of admiration for him as a wrestler and a friend. Who knows, since Ace isn't in the running for the World Title anymore, we can get the team back together and run amuck here in HWS like the good ol' days.
Earl starts to head for his door but Earl's ringtone, "Rooster" by Alice in Chains, goes off and he reaches into his pocket for his phone. He looks at the caller ID and answers.
Hello?....Hey man how are you?....Good to hear, good to hear...Listen, about what we we were talking about the other day. I talked to a talent scout after my match and I gave him that tape...Well, I don't know, I didn't hear back from him yet, but trust me, you're a shoe in...Alright, I gotta split but I'll let you know when I hear from him...Peace.
Earl hangs up the phone and makes a b-line for the door. He opens it and looks at the camera.
Straight Swish All Day...
The camera fades to black...
