Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2019 15:39:10 GMT -6
“I almost didn’t think you were coming.”
“I will always come. I may not always agree, but I’ll always come when you call me.”
“I’ve been thinking about that you told me years ago. About the ring. About taking on problems that I don’t need to commit myself to. I’ve been doing this so long now that I’m just creating things just to entertain myself. I know you know that, and I know how much you despise that. I know you despise my ring habits. The overkill, the emotional trauma I attempt to cause to families of my opponents. I seethe of hate. I’m aware of this. And yet I cannot help myself. It’s a part of me. I feel that some people deserve everything they get when they’re dealing with me. I think some people are more entitled than others, and I feel that some people need to be brought down to the Earth.
“And you feel that YOU. You are the person that’s supposed to keep that balance.”
(Ricky Stanton cuts his steak and eats a piece)
PRS: Yes. I provide balance. I have something that many people don’t have. I lack conscience. Whatever I say and do takes no second thought. There are no double downs or walk backs of what I do and how I do it. I just do it. It’s not my responsibility to walk you through all your little emotions. No. I’d respect you more if you just cry it out and move on. By the next day I would have probably forgotten the whole incident anyway.
“And now? What about now? Solomon Cain wants to tear you apart.”
PRS: Solomon Cain is untrained hatred. Cain’s heart isn’t dark enough just yet to face me. I’ve got to plug up every little hole that light could come through to ensure that he’s completely in the dark. And when he’s there, you’ll know it. You’ll watch it reveal itself on live TV. It will be SPECTACULAR. And then the match can be held. Why? Because I’ll make so much money from the epitome of his hatred. I really wanted to just watch from the sidelines but I could not. Maybe it was honor for a fellow manager. Maybe it would just me not wanting some hired help overshadow the show with his antics. I don’t know. But what I do know is that after Sunday, the demon will be created and…well, great TV will be born.
“You should be really careful though. He’s hellbent. I don’t think you’ve faced someone like him in a long, long time. Tyke Index wasn’t that hellbent.”
“You’re right. He was just lucky.”
(The camera finally pans over to Justinia “The Dutchess” Stanton, Ricky’s daughter. She cuts her steak and takes a small piece into her mouth and chews. Nodding in agreement, she chases it with some Puerto Rican Bacardi and Coke.)
JS: And when you create this demon how do you get him off of you when it’s all said and done? When you’ve gotten your ratings? You know we should really buy this place. The steak in Denver is fucking amazing.
PRS: (laughs) it is good. Rob suggested it. Anyway, I just wanted you to know before you see this on TV. I have this under control. I’m in control, and it’s just good for business.
(Justinia cocks an eyebrow)
JS: You know, he’s still out there and he has something that’s yours. You’re dancing around the subject and that’s fine Dad, if you don’t want to talk about it fine. But I know that every time you see him you are filled with rage. Every time he smiles at his fans you want to kill him. Even now he has NO idea that he’s still a thought. I saw him in another fed a few months ago and he looked great. I think he holds a belt there now. But you’re going to have to deal with him to ever have peace.
PRS: I know….It won’t be long now. Just a few more months and I’ll be so hated my hate will have its own fan club.
JS: Just be careful Dad. It’s a different world now.
I mean, after all these years....is it still worth it???
(Ricky smiles as he raises his glass)
-Fade out -
“I will always come. I may not always agree, but I’ll always come when you call me.”
“I’ve been thinking about that you told me years ago. About the ring. About taking on problems that I don’t need to commit myself to. I’ve been doing this so long now that I’m just creating things just to entertain myself. I know you know that, and I know how much you despise that. I know you despise my ring habits. The overkill, the emotional trauma I attempt to cause to families of my opponents. I seethe of hate. I’m aware of this. And yet I cannot help myself. It’s a part of me. I feel that some people deserve everything they get when they’re dealing with me. I think some people are more entitled than others, and I feel that some people need to be brought down to the Earth.
“And you feel that YOU. You are the person that’s supposed to keep that balance.”
(Ricky Stanton cuts his steak and eats a piece)
PRS: Yes. I provide balance. I have something that many people don’t have. I lack conscience. Whatever I say and do takes no second thought. There are no double downs or walk backs of what I do and how I do it. I just do it. It’s not my responsibility to walk you through all your little emotions. No. I’d respect you more if you just cry it out and move on. By the next day I would have probably forgotten the whole incident anyway.
“And now? What about now? Solomon Cain wants to tear you apart.”
PRS: Solomon Cain is untrained hatred. Cain’s heart isn’t dark enough just yet to face me. I’ve got to plug up every little hole that light could come through to ensure that he’s completely in the dark. And when he’s there, you’ll know it. You’ll watch it reveal itself on live TV. It will be SPECTACULAR. And then the match can be held. Why? Because I’ll make so much money from the epitome of his hatred. I really wanted to just watch from the sidelines but I could not. Maybe it was honor for a fellow manager. Maybe it would just me not wanting some hired help overshadow the show with his antics. I don’t know. But what I do know is that after Sunday, the demon will be created and…well, great TV will be born.
“You should be really careful though. He’s hellbent. I don’t think you’ve faced someone like him in a long, long time. Tyke Index wasn’t that hellbent.”
“You’re right. He was just lucky.”
(The camera finally pans over to Justinia “The Dutchess” Stanton, Ricky’s daughter. She cuts her steak and takes a small piece into her mouth and chews. Nodding in agreement, she chases it with some Puerto Rican Bacardi and Coke.)
JS: And when you create this demon how do you get him off of you when it’s all said and done? When you’ve gotten your ratings? You know we should really buy this place. The steak in Denver is fucking amazing.
PRS: (laughs) it is good. Rob suggested it. Anyway, I just wanted you to know before you see this on TV. I have this under control. I’m in control, and it’s just good for business.
(Justinia cocks an eyebrow)
JS: You know, he’s still out there and he has something that’s yours. You’re dancing around the subject and that’s fine Dad, if you don’t want to talk about it fine. But I know that every time you see him you are filled with rage. Every time he smiles at his fans you want to kill him. Even now he has NO idea that he’s still a thought. I saw him in another fed a few months ago and he looked great. I think he holds a belt there now. But you’re going to have to deal with him to ever have peace.
PRS: I know….It won’t be long now. Just a few more months and I’ll be so hated my hate will have its own fan club.
JS: Just be careful Dad. It’s a different world now.
I mean, after all these years....is it still worth it???
(Ricky smiles as he raises his glass)
-Fade out -
