Urban Dictionary - Request Timed Out
BLACKNESS
“D’awh! What’s wrong Richie, they run out of words for you to use on Urban Dictionary?“
FADE IN…
[Adrian Willard is sitting on a bench, camera is facing his side as we have a full view of a wrestling mat. Collegiate wrestling, the birth place and home of Willard is on his training agenda. He is in a pair of workout shorts and a Northern Illinois t-shirt. Behind him a few Huskies are already doing drills, double leg takedowns and single leg sweeps. Adrian looks at the camera smirking, already prepared.]
WILLARD: Only thing left was the word fag?
Eh, I wouldn’t expect anything less of you. Every dog attacks when they are backed into a corner and SCARED.
Or…maybe everything went right over your head…maybe you just don’t get it.
No…clearly, you don’t get it.
You think I am going to take YOU seriously? Rich, you can’t even tell that I am white and NOT Puerto Rican. If you had an iota, just one small cell in that defunct brain of yours you would be seeing the larger, bigger picture here.
That in a few short days your ass is getting in that ring with me. And not the me from February, the nice good ol’ Adrian Willard that would never choke you till your face turns purple.
But an Adrian Willard that wants to concave your skull in. An Adrian Willard that wants to make you the Twenty-Twelve Terri Schiavo.
You’re half way there already, might as well complete the job.
[Adrian begins to lace his wrestling shoes]
WILLARD: Rich, grasp this for a minute if you can. Beating Cameron Cruise, the former Empire Pro Champion, the former Television Champion, The former Intercontinental Champion, a Tag Team Champion, is no small feat.
That man has held more titles than you can even dream of humping…
...Let alone acquiring.
Hell, you couldn’t even hack it in the tag team division. How did King of the Cage turn out for you? Oh, wait that’s right, it didn’t.
Now you want to come to me chest puffed out over little win off Paladin. Who I doubt we will ever see again?
And most likely has a serious case of ringworm post contact with you.
[Fake gaging noise]
WILLARD: Honestly...
Cut the bullsh*t. You haven’t even scratched the surface where I have been, Rich. A man-child like you can never be where I have been, Rich.
I have busted my hump, I have worked day in, day out and I will continue to do that. Did I contemplate not returning? Yes.
Do you know why?
Because I don’t believe you deserve an ounce of credit. I don’t think you deserve to be where you are. And if a person so completely VOID of talent is being pushed then what does that say about the leadership around here?
Who would want to work under such unsanitary conditions?
Trust me when I say I am not letting a one trick pony weasel his way up the chain.
And that’s exactly what you are Rich, a man-child that can only come up with some insults he strung up from internet forums. A man-child who when it comes down to it can’t compete at my level.
You talk a lot of sh*t, Rich, but in the end, you LOST to this [bunny ears during each word]”mid-carder”, this “curtain jerker”, this “ham and egger”.
Let me repeat that to you, YOU LOST TO ME.
Not because I held your tights.
Not because I tossed my feet on the ropes.
No, I decisively, clearly, whomped on you up, down, side to side like the b*tch you are.
So, the question is…what does that say about you, Rich?
[He smiles stretching his arms preparing to get on the mat]
WILLARD: Fact of the matter is, you are at a one and one record with me. And guess what? Your win was ‘cause you cheated.
Isn’t an excuse, it’s a fact. I don’t embellish the truth, Richie, unlike you about your sex life.
But what shock, what awe, you don’t even have a legitimate win against me?
You…you had to cheat to beat me and want to somehow make an argument about it in your favor?
[Adrian is unable to control his laughter and just blurts out cupping his head in his hands and calming down.]
WILLARD: You’re more delusional than the First, doesn’t surprise me.
Here’s something that may though, at Aggression when I beat you AGAIN there won’t be a little rematch.
And the fans can sit there cheering for you as you TRY and make your baby face come back. Only to get a boot right in mouth and be put back in place, begging like the dog you are for me to show some mercy.
Yet no mercy will be given.
Not to the likes of you. Not to the likes of people like you.
People who abuse the system, people who take advantage. People who need to have a coming to Jesus.
There needs to be a reckoning.
A purification.
A person that says this will not stand, this will not continue, and you Rich, you are that sacrificial lamb that I chose to slaughter.
In the end people remember you as just not good enough.
You have never been good enough, maybe that’s where all this stems from. Your little high school insults, your ridiculous personal attacks, your failures at being a human being are all just a façade for a poor and desperate Rich Mahogany.
A Rich Mahogany that shoots from the mouth with no substance.
When we get in that ring at Aggression the jaw jacking ends, Rich. You have to put up or shut up against a man who isn’t going to follow the rules any more.
How will you cope?
How will you feel when the medics scrape you off the canvass like dog sh*t on my shoe?
Only one way to find out right?
It’s been envisioned.
FADE OUT