Post by Smith Jones on Sept 22, 2019 0:08:11 GMT -5
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~ON CAMERA~
Fade up on a shot of a perfectly clear and lovely evening sky. Suddenly, a storm cloud rolls in over the idyllic scene, occluding the sun’s ebbing rays and replacing the world with a hazy gray atmosphere as day passes into nighttime. With a crack of lightning, the skies open up with a sudden downpour of big ol’ fat rain. The camera swoops down to where Smith Jones is standing at the door of a townhouse with a woman we’ve never seen before. She dressed in a yellow raincoat with a light coloured rain hat. Smith is dressed in a gray suit topped with a stylish gray hat, holding a black umbrella to shield the pair from the rain. The woman is an actress he has hired for the recreation of one of his favourite famous movie scenes. He has altered the script to match his purposes. As they stare into each other’s eyes, Smitty takes a deep breath and he speaks.
SMITH JONES: “Yup. He’s still dead. It really burns my hide that I don’t get to wrest the World Title from his cold, dead hands. I’m pretty sure he’s already been interred. I was worried.”
CATHY: “Worried?”
SMITH JONES: “I’d thought he might resurrect himself and form a faction with Betelgeuse, Bernie, and maybe ZMAC known as TWD LIVE. Main theme song by The Cranberries. I hate stage shows.”
CATHY: “I know that's not true, Smith. Les Misérables is your absolute favourite. This rain is--”
SMITH JONES: “Refreshing! This rain is washing away the effects of Masuda Corp. I can already feel them completely disintegrating and draining away into the sewers. Did you see Allen Anderson get pin by Jobber, erm, REGULAR Dave?! That was quite the matchup. Big win! Big loss. I can’t wait to see him lose his APW contract to Alex Richards on Monday night. And as I look up and down the match card, I am very happy with the absence of Masuda Corp personnel in the locker room this Monday. Monday Night Metal has never been a kingdom. And after a solid autumn rainfall, we will all see how… incredible life can be without the proverbial dark cloud that hung over this place before the title fell VACANT. This rain is a welcome reset that I hope will see a general return to fair competition without all of the extracurriculars; without people feeling like they need to go outside of the rules to simply survive this hostile work environment. Because, Cathy, the fact of the matter is that even though people may see me as gruff and aggressive, I do believe that the rules matter. I believe that respect for the ring matters. What we do between the ropes between the bells matters! The only way to know who would win between one person and another is by holding a contest where all competitors adhere to the predetermined set of rules. The moment one steps out of the rulebook, the match becomes a farcical exercise whose outcome has no meaning whatsoever!”
There is a flash of lightning and a growl of thunder. They both look up and then back to each other.
SMITH JONES: “That’s why… I will be watching this week’s Main Event very closely. My tag team match alongside Steven Osbourne is not the most important match on this week’s card. The Masuda Jubei Memorial Triple Threat Contendership Match is all I care about this week. That doesn’t mean I’m not planning to flat out devastate Fourgasm with everything I’ve got. That will happen. But, when that is all said and done, I will turn my focus fully to the winner of the Charmaine / Noris / Zombie match. Only one of us four can be your next APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion.”
CATHY: “How does that make you feel, Smith?”
SMITH JONES: “I’m sure you can imagine. Good night, Cathy. See you never.”
She adjusts his collar.
CATHY: “Good night, Smith. Take care of that title. You’re the man to beat, now, remember? This Pennsylvania dew is just a little heavier than usual tonight.”
He looks up at the sky.
SMITH JONES: “Really? From where I stand, the Masuda Corporation is still dead.”
Fade to black.
