Post by shocking1981 on Apr 8, 2009 21:01:09 GMT -5
[From outside the "Simply Wrestling" lockerroom crashes and bangs can be heard. The camera enters to see "Simply Electrifying" Blake Parish tosses furniture and equipment around the room. Mr Wrestling IV sits quietly in the corner with ice strapped to his shoulder.]
Mr. Wrestling IV: Are you quite done?
Blake Parish: No...[Parish picks up a dumbbell and throws it through a door.] Not Quite!!!
Wrestling: So, you're angry?
Parish: Am I angry? No, I'm not angry. I'm not angry that X and Ritter tried to take us out before the bell rang. I'm not angry that Killer joined the regime and used our blood as a signing bonus. And I'm not angry that the Regime tried to end our careers... I'M F***ING P***ED OFF!!! [He picks up one end of a bench with bags on it and tosses it across the room.] But my real problem is... What really gets to me is.. How can you sit there with those bandages on your head and those ice packs covering your body and be so god damn calm? [He slumps down in a chair.]
Wrestling: You think I'm not angry? I'm angry. Of course I'm angry. [Wrestling gets up and limps over to Parish, placing his hand on his shoulder.] But, my lad, we have to move on or die. Despite the Regime's best efforts, we advanced in the Tag Team tournament and next week we have Fabz Jones and Marcus Kaine. We need to have our heads in the game if we're gonna capture the gold at the end of this rainbow.
Parish: All right. I'm sorry.
Wrestling: Don't be sorry, Blake. Part of the reason you caught my attention was your passion for this business. And after the tournament, when we have the gold... [He hurls a bag of ice at a mirror, shattering it.] WE GO AFTER THE REGIMES' HEADS!!!
Mr. Wrestling IV: Are you quite done?
Blake Parish: No...[Parish picks up a dumbbell and throws it through a door.] Not Quite!!!
Wrestling: So, you're angry?
Parish: Am I angry? No, I'm not angry. I'm not angry that X and Ritter tried to take us out before the bell rang. I'm not angry that Killer joined the regime and used our blood as a signing bonus. And I'm not angry that the Regime tried to end our careers... I'M F***ING P***ED OFF!!! [He picks up one end of a bench with bags on it and tosses it across the room.] But my real problem is... What really gets to me is.. How can you sit there with those bandages on your head and those ice packs covering your body and be so god damn calm? [He slumps down in a chair.]
Wrestling: You think I'm not angry? I'm angry. Of course I'm angry. [Wrestling gets up and limps over to Parish, placing his hand on his shoulder.] But, my lad, we have to move on or die. Despite the Regime's best efforts, we advanced in the Tag Team tournament and next week we have Fabz Jones and Marcus Kaine. We need to have our heads in the game if we're gonna capture the gold at the end of this rainbow.
Parish: All right. I'm sorry.
Wrestling: Don't be sorry, Blake. Part of the reason you caught my attention was your passion for this business. And after the tournament, when we have the gold... [He hurls a bag of ice at a mirror, shattering it.] WE GO AFTER THE REGIMES' HEADS!!!