Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2016 0:28:08 GMT
002 | The Gold Standard of Engage
"You sound like you're not prepared for this."
The scene opens up on a darkened gym. The white brick walls covered in mirrors on one side and weight equipment on the other. On the one side of the room we see the actual weight lifting side, fully constructed with machines, weights, and all of the necessities of getting your lift on. On the other side is more of a boxing gym. Speed bags, big heavy bags, and such hang about this side of the older looking gym. Dick stands shirtless wearing black with white trim gym shorts, black ankle supporters, and some poorly taped fists. He is going at an old worn out crimson heavy bag. His fists slam and create a crater on each point of contact. Dick looks away from the bag and to the camera as he wipes away some sweat from his forehead.
DICK DEVEREAUX:"See, I heard the bullshit you spouted out of your mouth earlier this week. You made a lot of points, but your words sounded shaky. You sound like you might be scared."
Dick turns and slams a few fists into the bag before throwing some stiff kicks to the sides of it. He then turns back to the camera, this time with a chuckle.
DICK DEVEREAUX:"You talk about how you're smarter, faster, more focused, more agile, and fitter than me. You might be all of those things wrapped into one, but you forget the important points. Sure, you could be smarter when it comes to knowing my next move, but you've never seen me in action. You're faster, I'll give you that. And you're fitter and more agile. But the fact of the matter is this. I'm bigger, I'm stronger, and I'm more dangerous. You like to take it to the top turnbuckle and fly around the ring? Answers simple. I'll snap your FUCKIN' wings! You can talk all day about being faster, but eventually.... I'll catch you. And when I wrap my meaty hands around your scrawny little neck..... I'll tighten the grip 'till you pass out. You can't handle submissions? I'll make sure you feel my Headrush."
Dick cracks his neck from one side to the other as he grabs a water jug from the bench close to him. He rips the cap off and chugs a good swig down his throat before slamming the top back on and the jug on the bench.
DICK DEVEREAUX:"I've got ten inches on you in height and I outweigh you by over a hundred pounds! All I've gotta' do is sit on you and you won't be able to do a damn thing. What happens to a fly when it goes buzzing around a man? It get's squashed. This week, I'll be bringing my fuckin' fly swatter."
Dick reaches down to the bench where we can see the Fusion X Championship shining bright in the lights. Dick lifts it up and tosses the strap onto his right shoulder. He proudly holds it and wipes it clean with his hand.
DICK DEVEREAUX:"This week I have a lot on the line. I've got to prove to everyone out there that this Championship is on the right shoulder. That the fact that this was in a briefcase I chose does not mean that I am not the Champion. Sure, I might not be facing the person I wanted, but that doesn't matter to me at the moment. You think that I will be distracted this week? NO! I'm more focused now than I've ever been. This strap says that I am the best. There is only one Champion currently and that is ME! I'm the top dog right now! I'm the gold standard of Engage! So don't think for a single fuckin' second that I will look away from what is in front of me!"
Dick takes the title off of his shoulder and holds it in his hands in front of him. He looks down at the gold and stares for a moment. Dick stares at the belt as if it is his sole purpose in life before opening his mouth again to speak.
DICK DEVEREAUX:"You think you've got what it takes to beat the gold standard of Engage? Georgia, do you honestly think that you can walk into Engage on your first day and defeat me? Because if you think what I did to Voidstar last week was scary.... things are about to turn into a fuckin' living nightmare!"
Dick begin to laugh as he returns the strap to his shoulder. He grips it tightly as he bend forward slightly, his laughter becoming sadistic. He then leans forward to the camera and extends his hand, covering the camera lens and cutting the feed to static.
