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Bobby Blackcoat · (02-24-2017)

Bobby Blackcoat walks down the block of an industrial area. He opens a steel barricade and enters a studio, where we see the podium he films in front of.

Bobby Blackcoat: Home sweet...

Bobby's phone rings. He looks down at his hand and lifts it. The phone reads " Guest Calling! "

Bobby Blackcoat: What the.... At this hour? Hm... When my business is through, I'll see what the deal is and get to the bottom of it... Now...

Bobby approaches the podium and raises a remote control, triggering the start of his broadcast.

Bobby Blackcoat: Good evening. I hope you're all enjoying a prosperous friday night. I'd like to address a few things heading into the start of a new era, tomorrow night on Savage. Big things are to come. Big changes. Monumental. At the forefront will be Savage, and its flag shall be a black flag, with a large B, for Blackcoat.

Because Savage WILL be the flagship show of the XWF. And I would like to congratulate Mr. Kato on ALL of his work, and for all the time and effort I was honored to share with him, unlike previous employers of other shows. Like Warfare. I enjoyed Mr. Kato's public statements concerning our future as a product. And I believe he was on-point. Further evidence that we are absolutely headed in the right direction. And I believe there is more to come.

Mr. Kato, on behalf of Savage fans, and wrestling fans alike, I whole-heartedly thank you for your time and effort. I wish you a great show tomorrow evening.

I'd also like to thank Mr. Kato for meeting with me privately, where we shared lots of ideas about the future working relationship between Savage and Blackcoat Enterprises. I was inspired by his presence. I was inspired by the very way he dictated decisions and commanded authority. He is the right man to turn the XWF on its ear.

Now, onto the meat of the matter. That's right, tomorrow night, Saturday Night Savage will change the world. It will be a legendary, historic broadcast, that will be remembered for many years to come. That is certain. And on that legendary night, I am pleased to be faced with such tough competition. In my first bout, I have been tasked with colliding with the legend in McBride, and the disturbing upstart in Mr. Tidbits.

Despite the fact that these two will be my opposition that night, the truth of the matter is that my greatest foe in this endeavor is none other than you, Father Slathe.

Slathe, you deny sexual abuse. You refuse to acknowledge what you've done to Tidbits in the past. How you've distorted his mind. You speak so boldly of your achievements, while shielding the most disturbing windows into his past. An interesting paradox you've created indeed.

This country has a disturbing history of sexual abuse from within the church halls where men call themselves "Father". Do you deny this correlation? The thousands of children abused each year, the priests like yourself relocated who continue to work and rape children. You should be ashamed. Yes, as I've said so many times before, I truly pity Mr. Tidbits. He knows not what he does. Unfortunately, he must serve as the vessel of my punishment. I will annihilate your legs.

Now, look... Despite the fact that I disagree with what you've done, I know that you're on the right track. You've created a monster. This monster will destroy everything in his path here on Savage. I do not doubt that for a moment. I believe he will be a great competitor. And by all accounts, this match would be a launching pad for his career on Savage.

But I have unfortunate news.

You see, there are certain points in history when greatness collides early. And I'm afraid my life has appointed me the role of spoiler in this match. In another universe, in another dimension where I don't exist, surely you would destroy everyone, retrieve those cigarettes for Mr. Kato, and successfully move on.

Tidbits-I'm here to spoil that for you.

I'm the fly in your soup. I'm the piss in your pool. I'm the guy who showed up at your house part, smoked all the weed, drank all the Tequila, and threw up in your barbecue. Sorry about that.

But you were in the right place, at the wrong time.

You see, Savage is indeed the place to be if you're on the up and up. If you want to change this industry and look forward, not backward, you MUST be on Savage. But this just isn't your time. This is my time. This will be my episode. My coronation. My debut. My premiere. And while there may be more people on your red carpet, Slathe and Tidbits, when the night is over we're all going to know who performed the best.

And more importantly, we're all going to see you stumble out of that arena, your ego and Tidbits' knees shredded.

Now, I want to make an appeal to my friend Mr. Kato. This, man, this... thing. Tidbits. He is a brute, primitive thug. Literally. It is in fact somewhat immoral to allow myself to be in contact with such a diseased madman as part of my employment. So I urge Mr. Kato and XWF officials to rethink what you allow from your performers. This man is not well. He is abused. It is unethical to harm this dehumanized creation of perverse nurturing.

Father Slathe, you seek the great power. But I'm sorry, there is none. You seek a reward for your sins, but I'm sorry-there is none. That is the harsh reality of life. This is it. There is no supernatural. Your only feats are those here, with your family of fellow humans. And you will NOT achieve what you set out to do tomorrow night. Mark my words. I refuse to allow your creature to shine on any pedestal. He will not stand.

Father Slathe has made claims about Tidbits' ability to feel pain. And why that will matter in the match. Or why that would nullify my offense. It doesn't. That fact is meaningless.

I do not care if Tidbits feels pain. I'd prefer he doesn't suffer. My claim is simply that he will not walk. He will be unable to use his legs after I beat them in and apply aubmission holds. There's just no way he will be able to move his legs enough to stop me, and to retrieve the cigarettes. It's not about pain. It's about disabling Tidbits. It's about breaking your monster. But let me be clear-I believe Tidbits DOES feel pain. But you have suppressed his ability to express himself to the level of dehumanizing that poor soul. You're evil. And that is not cool.

Yes, this will be a difficult match. Yes, I was hoping for a somewhat easier, perhaps a one-on-one bout for my debut. And yes, I am once again being thrown to the wolves. Yes-Tidbits, you are terrifying. You are a horrifying opponent. You are the last person on Savage that I would ever wanted to meet in a ring, or in an alley, or anywhere. I do not want to know you, know about you, or communicate with you. You are a vile creature. Father Slathe, you have created something truly scary. I am scared. I can admit it. But that fear will drive me. That fear will give me so much adrenaline, that Tidbits won't be able to TOUCH me. Let alone stop me from wrapping up his leg like a python and dismantling it.

You see, I have a secret weapon that I'd like to share with you all. Tomorrow night, on Savage, you are going to see the debut of my signature hold. The move that is going to change history. Tomorrow night, you are going to see me lock on the most technically impressive, manipulative, and devastating submission lock to have ever been created by man. A true miracle of anatomy. Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow night, I am going to disable Tidbits with... The Vaporizer.

A crippling leg lock that targets multiple points of stressful pressure on the knee, ankle, and femur. NO ONE in that match is walking away with those cigarettes but me.

Bobby.

Blackcoat.

Bobby stares forward with determined eyes, breathing heavily.

As the broadcast ends, Bobby looks back down at his phone.

Bobby Blackcoat: Now.. Time to see what this Mr. Guest wants... It better be good...

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