07-07-2013, 10:29 AM
A dark figure is walking in the pouring rain towards a large Victorian style house in a navy blue, white pinstripe suit. He gets to the door and knocks, not waiting for a reply he opens the door and steps quietly inside, with the camera following closely behind. He stands in the dark hallway and can be faintly seen shaking his head.
"Hey chap you here?"
A reply comes from a room to the right.
"In here Aldway."
The voice was distinctively British, Andrew makes his way to the room the voice came from, a seemingly large room but with light coming only from a natural fireplace burning brightly on the opposite end of the room.
"I've been wondering when you would show up Andrew."
The voice was coming from near the fireplace and a pair of flannel slippers could be seen resting on an ottoman but the rest of the man's body was concealed in darkness.
"Sorry chap it took me a moment to find the place in the dark."
"No mind Andrew, you found it all the same, so I'm assuming you've come to take me up on my offer old friend?"
"Well, I definitely thought it through on the flight here and I have to admit you made some very valid points on the phone, and I must say I agree."
"So you agree it's time?"
Andrew takes a seat across from the slippered man in a red eighteen hundreds style chair.
"Yes old friend I believe it is time, but first I have some business of my own to take care of this Monday on Madness."
"Ah yes I heard about your match with Mr. Braxton, how is that coming along?"
"Well the bloody wanker hasn't had anything to say, I'm wondering if he's looking past me to his hell in a cell match at Leap of Faith."
"So I've heard, he must think it's going to be an easy night, guess he missed your match last Wednesday."
"I'm not sure, to be honest I don't even see why a twit like that even gets to be in the European title match, at a pay per view nonetheless, when The Barmy Brit isn't even on the card. But I'm not concerned, I guess you don't really need talent to get a bloody title match around there, just need to run your mouth about pain, get your git friends to do all the dirty work and swoop in at the last minute and take all the credit. Sounds like the American way to me, at least that's all I've seen since I signed that bloody contract."
"I know Andrew I keep up with the XWF exploits, I find some of them quite comical."
The two men both chuckle softly.
"Well as laughable and dim witted as they are they do have to give those guppies at the bottom of the barrel a chance to, no matter how slim a chance they actually have."
"True, I guess every dog has it's day."
"Yes but unlike a dog, this bitch isn't even putting up a fight, I think he may be scared to say anything after I verbally dissected the last three twits I was up against. But I guess walking into the cell with a recent loss shouldn't bother him, I mean having three other people beating on someone for him should give him plenty of momentum before he steps into the cell."
The two men chuckle again as Andrew lifts himself up from the chair.
"But i think that's enough about Brian Mr. pain Braxton he's just another irrelevant stepping stone."
Andrew extends his hand towards the man, who extends his hand also revealing an arm wrapped in a plush red robe.
"Well until next time old chap I just stopped by to let you know that everything's a go on my end."
"Good to hear Andrew, glad you see things my way, and don't worry you'll get the recognition you deserve soon enough, we all will, and then people like that twit Brian Braxton will be forgotten, the next pay per view will be all about us."
"Bloody right it's going to be all about us."
The two release their grasp and Andrew makes his way to leave.
"Sorry about the mess chap, hope it's not a bother."
"Hold on Andrew, before you go, there is something I would like to discuss our little plan."
Andrew sits back down in the chair and the scene fades out to the men mumbling in hushed inaudible tones.
"Hey chap you here?"
A reply comes from a room to the right.
"In here Aldway."
The voice was distinctively British, Andrew makes his way to the room the voice came from, a seemingly large room but with light coming only from a natural fireplace burning brightly on the opposite end of the room.
"I've been wondering when you would show up Andrew."
The voice was coming from near the fireplace and a pair of flannel slippers could be seen resting on an ottoman but the rest of the man's body was concealed in darkness.
"Sorry chap it took me a moment to find the place in the dark."
"No mind Andrew, you found it all the same, so I'm assuming you've come to take me up on my offer old friend?"
"Well, I definitely thought it through on the flight here and I have to admit you made some very valid points on the phone, and I must say I agree."
"So you agree it's time?"
Andrew takes a seat across from the slippered man in a red eighteen hundreds style chair.
"Yes old friend I believe it is time, but first I have some business of my own to take care of this Monday on Madness."
"Ah yes I heard about your match with Mr. Braxton, how is that coming along?"
"Well the bloody wanker hasn't had anything to say, I'm wondering if he's looking past me to his hell in a cell match at Leap of Faith."
"So I've heard, he must think it's going to be an easy night, guess he missed your match last Wednesday."
"I'm not sure, to be honest I don't even see why a twit like that even gets to be in the European title match, at a pay per view nonetheless, when The Barmy Brit isn't even on the card. But I'm not concerned, I guess you don't really need talent to get a bloody title match around there, just need to run your mouth about pain, get your git friends to do all the dirty work and swoop in at the last minute and take all the credit. Sounds like the American way to me, at least that's all I've seen since I signed that bloody contract."
"I know Andrew I keep up with the XWF exploits, I find some of them quite comical."
The two men both chuckle softly.
"Well as laughable and dim witted as they are they do have to give those guppies at the bottom of the barrel a chance to, no matter how slim a chance they actually have."
"True, I guess every dog has it's day."
"Yes but unlike a dog, this bitch isn't even putting up a fight, I think he may be scared to say anything after I verbally dissected the last three twits I was up against. But I guess walking into the cell with a recent loss shouldn't bother him, I mean having three other people beating on someone for him should give him plenty of momentum before he steps into the cell."
The two men chuckle again as Andrew lifts himself up from the chair.
"But i think that's enough about Brian Mr. pain Braxton he's just another irrelevant stepping stone."
Andrew extends his hand towards the man, who extends his hand also revealing an arm wrapped in a plush red robe.
"Well until next time old chap I just stopped by to let you know that everything's a go on my end."
"Good to hear Andrew, glad you see things my way, and don't worry you'll get the recognition you deserve soon enough, we all will, and then people like that twit Brian Braxton will be forgotten, the next pay per view will be all about us."
"Bloody right it's going to be all about us."
The two release their grasp and Andrew makes his way to leave.
"Sorry about the mess chap, hope it's not a bother."
"Hold on Andrew, before you go, there is something I would like to discuss our little plan."
Andrew sits back down in the chair and the scene fades out to the men mumbling in hushed inaudible tones.