No Future.
VOICE: “Are you that induced, so stuck in your world that you fail to see outside the box? Are you another member of society, begging to be brought to light, looking for the solution? Are you simply just a man, pretending to be bigger than life? Nothing but hot air, nothing but a grand scale lie waiting to be exposed? Are you nothing more than a grand illusionist, a member of society that has tricked the public to believe a lie? I believe so, and at Cherry Blossom Chaos, there is no shame in me proven you all too wrong and showing ‘The Prophecy’ as it lives to be seen each and every day.”
FADE IN…
Midway Airport, the first stations, luggage check in, ticket purchasing and pick up, the area leading to TSA interactions. We are right near the entrance where a bay of payphones sit, luggage assistance carts, and Adrian Willard with Freak making sure they have all their baggage ready.
WILLARD: “Does this really make a difference, Donovan? Does anything I say stick into your mind? Let me enlighten you, Donovan. Fans, they do not care about your work ethic, yours is nowhere at the caliber as mine. The fans, they will not gather behind your technical skill, Donovan, you are nowhere near par to me. Smarter? Please, I am a college wrestler, Donovan, an NCAA Champion, I have more technical knowledge in chain wrestling, technical wrestling and this sport than you, no falsehoods, let us not tiptoe around it. No, Donovan, you are not faster, you are nowhere near my league.”
FREAK: “This guy man, it’s like watching a sad Pollack f-ck with spiked hair trying to get game at the bar. F-cking pathetic, n-gga listen up homie, ya ain’t running no game we ain’t seen. We study this sh-t day in day out, we don’t give Pamela Anderson f-ck how technical you think ya are holmes, fact is fact, Adrian gonna give ya a welcome package ya ain’t gonna be able to refuse.”
WILLARD: “I am no walking mat, Donovan, and its people like you that make me do the things I do. Look what I did to Shawn Hart, pompous, like you, and I busted him open, I made him feel what occurs when you tread too loudly, Donovan. The future is already set my friend, and the reason I invite you to share it with me is because I am a professional. Nothing will go your way, Donovan, things that are set in stone; they never go but the way it is written. I have already seen the outcome; it dwells in my dreams at night. When I rest, when I am at relaxation, each vision becomes more vivid. It does not end with you at the point of victory.”
FREAK: “Ya know what, damn son, you got Adrian under the f-ck estimated homie and that sh-t is just dumb son. You are worse than a tramp fingering herself with one ******* finger, you ain’t getting off on that sh-t, are you? If so ya weak son, and you want a weak ass climax.”
WILLARD: “You may turn heads, Donovan, you may excite the fans, but there is no World Title in your future. You may think this is the path you walk, yet you are on a detour in the wrong direction. There is NO passing me Donovan, I am going to break you, and I am going to destroy your body. This will not be a cakewalk; it will not be an easy run for you. That is 'The prophecy', that is the outcome, that is unchanging.”
FREAK: “Yo, put it out like this holmes. You at the club, iight? Rolling three deep right? Hot ass girl, I mean, smoking homie, you walking right past that sh-t, you ain’t even looking at that sh-t right now. You gotta get through that crowd first, but we that c-ck block, b-tch, we ain’t letting you get that gem mother f-cker. We gonna hook ya up, but it aint’ gonna be a hook up ya gonna dig, holmes.”
WILLARD: “How do you fail to realize this, Donovan? Why are you so naive to the point you lack to see what is really going to happen? It’s me grabbing you and tossing you around like a training dummy. There is no further discussion on it; there is no ultimate outcome for you besides you conceding defeat.”
FREAK: “He gonna beat you worse than when I whooped my ex for shooting her sh-t all over my car interior. Dig it?”
WILLARD: “I told you once Donovan, don’t reach for the insults, don’t reach for things that aren’t there. Technophobia, please Donovan, be somewhat less generic and put a little spice in it, something more Shawn Hart-ish. Again, Donovan, I have not heard of you, nor do I care about you. Donovan, no one will care about you, after I make your name as unknown as when you stepped foot into NGEN. My accomplishments, no, no, Donovan you mistake it all. My accomplishments are outside the spectrum of our little sport here; my accomplishments do not include indy scrub that can’t bench ninety-five pounds to face Donovan Astros at New Alberta. No, my accomplishments take hold on a mat that there is full athletic competition that is what separates you from I, Donovan. There is no such thing as being carried or spoon-feed matches in my athletic arena, where I originate. Now, ask again, why I get a free pass? I earned it.”
FREAK: “Just like I earned my stupid b-tches trust to have a threesome with her best friend and not f-ck that hoe on the side. I did anyways cause I f-cking can!”
WILLARD: “And if I care, again, what NGEN, the fans or least important you think Donovan? No, Cherry Blossom is going to be a rude awakening for you, and when that bell rings, I hope the senses kick in, because I am going to kick it back out, Donovan. That is ‘The Prophecy’, that is what will happen, and there is no one besides that stripped little man between us that can save you from allowing me to fulfill it. My ‘prophecy’, it has nothing to do where my match is placed, no, it has to do with the fact of what will occur. You mistake what I say, and you lack the ability to pay attention, Donovan. There is no other challenge, there is no great foe, there is nothing more than this, and this is going to be a harsh reality.”
FREAK: “Reality is in play mother f-cker and there ain’t **** to do ‘bout it. Adrian is gonna win, he gonna beat the sh-t out of ya, and you ain’t gonna do sh-t ‘bout it yo. Ain’t nothing ya can do, this guy is better, bigger, stronger and will beat you faster than that tramp as hoe beat me last night”
WILLARD: “There is no future for Donovan Astros, it all comes to a crumbling defeat at Cherry Blossom…”
FREAK: “F-cking popping that cherry on your dumb ass son…”
WILLARD: “No fairy tale endings, no big over coming victory, nothing…”
FREAK: “Ain’t no hot b-tch for you to put a rabbit on her p-ssy after we get done whooping ya ass homie…”
WILLARD: “All eyes will be on you Donovan, all eyes will be on you after I put you down for three, all eyes will be on your unconscious, limp body, all eyes will be on your failure….it’s been…envisioned….”
FREAK: “AND WE DON’T GIVE A RITZ CARLTON F-CK IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!”
FADE OUT.