The Re-Run
Nov 15, 2016 18:42:24 GMT -5
Post by barry on Nov 15, 2016 18:42:24 GMT -5
“Figures we’re getting close to the holidays, and 3GW has seen fit to blend right into primetime television and give us a re-run.”
We cut in to reveal Becker Gaines, clad in a navy three-piece suit as he casually sits in what we can only assume is his chic, Hollywood loft, minimalist white walls accented by black furniture and the occasional bit of black-framed movie memorabilia.
“So I suppose the lot of you think I’m mad about this huh? Me versus Majima AGAIN! Only this time I’ve got something to lose…”
He reaches off screen and pulls into view the Hollywood Staples’ recently won 3GW ‘15 Championship’. Becker’s face is unreadable as he sets the title on his lap, ensuring that the front plate - now bearing his name - is clear and unobstructed for the camera to witness.
“I mean Hell, if I were in the same standing as some of you simpletons - and thank fuck I’m not - I would certainly think I’d be pissed off. That I’d be livid that the man I so soundly defeated on the last Thursday Night Challenge doesn’t have to build himself up all over again but instead gets to come forward and try to fight me, the rightful holder of everyone’s fifteen minutes of fame, to get his small, morsel-sized taste of glory back.”
The former child star mulls his unspoken opinion over in his head a moment, pensively chewing his lip, until slowly a grin spreads across his features. His natural sneer making it all the more arrogant.
“Well as usual, morons. You’re wrong. I’m not mad, I’m not pissed, I’m not throwing shit around the condo that costs more to rent a month than what the majority of you make in a year, because you see? I get it. I get why 3GW is allowing Shintaro to come back at me a mere one show after I beat him, and it’s so simple and honest it actually kinda warms my heart!”
Becker slaps the front plate of the belt smartly before draping it over his shoulder and coming to a stand.
“The management? They’re throwing a bone to you dolts, because all I’ve seen in regards to my name is that - instead of garnering more movie credits like I fucking deserve - I cheated that victory. I snaked this title from Shintaro’s grip. I’m a liar, a cheater, and I didn’t earn this.”
Becker snort laughs at that.
“And the lot of you whined, and pissed, and moaned and did exactly the type of thing that Clinton supporters did when they lost in a even-keel contest, they went online and caused an ineffectual ruckus. Proving nothing more than the fact that the lot of you are straight-up, bleeding-heart pussies. THAT is why Shintaro’s getting this chance, and THAT is why 3GW is allowing this... to appease you.”
He shrugs, smirk still on his face.
“After all, Majima’s ’better than me in all aspects’, right internet fans? He can grapple, he can do all those kicks and Japanese strong-style garbage that people learn when they realize that their personality simply isn’t enough to make them popular, right?”
Gaines laughs long and loud before waving down the camera.
“Well you’re right… almost. Majima is a better grappler, a better striker, he’s tougher, he’s more athletic, but do you want to know what I am?”
The Hollywood Staple taps his temple.
“I am fucking smarter. Hell I’m the smartest guy in this fucking company, probably by virtue of being an ACTOR instead of a WRESTLER because what I did last show, in gaining this-”
Gaines motions to the belt on his shoulder.
“-is show the lot of you how things work in Hollywood. You want to whine that it wasn’t fair? That I cheated? That I was underhanded when I took this belt from the so-called ’superior athlete’? Well no shit, I’ll own it gladly, because this is Hollywood you unbelievable dumbasses, where only the cream rises. Actors live and die by how hard and viciously they haveta claw, scrabble, bite and screw their lessers over, and if you truly think that being a wrestler here on Hollywood boulevard would be any different?”
Becker shakes his head.
“Well I have the belt to prove it, and after this challenge I’ll have shown you all proof of exactly why and how the Hollywood Staple continues to succeed - as I carry this 15 Championship past Majima, past Tillman, and give it a nice, shiny neighbour on my waist when I take the Red Carpet Rumble.”
Gaines sneers.
“What will your ’Superior Athletes’ do then?”
We cut to black.
We cut in to reveal Becker Gaines, clad in a navy three-piece suit as he casually sits in what we can only assume is his chic, Hollywood loft, minimalist white walls accented by black furniture and the occasional bit of black-framed movie memorabilia.
“So I suppose the lot of you think I’m mad about this huh? Me versus Majima AGAIN! Only this time I’ve got something to lose…”
He reaches off screen and pulls into view the Hollywood Staples’ recently won 3GW ‘15 Championship’. Becker’s face is unreadable as he sets the title on his lap, ensuring that the front plate - now bearing his name - is clear and unobstructed for the camera to witness.
“I mean Hell, if I were in the same standing as some of you simpletons - and thank fuck I’m not - I would certainly think I’d be pissed off. That I’d be livid that the man I so soundly defeated on the last Thursday Night Challenge doesn’t have to build himself up all over again but instead gets to come forward and try to fight me, the rightful holder of everyone’s fifteen minutes of fame, to get his small, morsel-sized taste of glory back.”
The former child star mulls his unspoken opinion over in his head a moment, pensively chewing his lip, until slowly a grin spreads across his features. His natural sneer making it all the more arrogant.
“Well as usual, morons. You’re wrong. I’m not mad, I’m not pissed, I’m not throwing shit around the condo that costs more to rent a month than what the majority of you make in a year, because you see? I get it. I get why 3GW is allowing Shintaro to come back at me a mere one show after I beat him, and it’s so simple and honest it actually kinda warms my heart!”
Becker slaps the front plate of the belt smartly before draping it over his shoulder and coming to a stand.
“The management? They’re throwing a bone to you dolts, because all I’ve seen in regards to my name is that - instead of garnering more movie credits like I fucking deserve - I cheated that victory. I snaked this title from Shintaro’s grip. I’m a liar, a cheater, and I didn’t earn this.”
Becker snort laughs at that.
“And the lot of you whined, and pissed, and moaned and did exactly the type of thing that Clinton supporters did when they lost in a even-keel contest, they went online and caused an ineffectual ruckus. Proving nothing more than the fact that the lot of you are straight-up, bleeding-heart pussies. THAT is why Shintaro’s getting this chance, and THAT is why 3GW is allowing this... to appease you.”
He shrugs, smirk still on his face.
“After all, Majima’s ’better than me in all aspects’, right internet fans? He can grapple, he can do all those kicks and Japanese strong-style garbage that people learn when they realize that their personality simply isn’t enough to make them popular, right?”
Gaines laughs long and loud before waving down the camera.
“Well you’re right… almost. Majima is a better grappler, a better striker, he’s tougher, he’s more athletic, but do you want to know what I am?”
The Hollywood Staple taps his temple.
“I am fucking smarter. Hell I’m the smartest guy in this fucking company, probably by virtue of being an ACTOR instead of a WRESTLER because what I did last show, in gaining this-”
Gaines motions to the belt on his shoulder.
“-is show the lot of you how things work in Hollywood. You want to whine that it wasn’t fair? That I cheated? That I was underhanded when I took this belt from the so-called ’superior athlete’? Well no shit, I’ll own it gladly, because this is Hollywood you unbelievable dumbasses, where only the cream rises. Actors live and die by how hard and viciously they haveta claw, scrabble, bite and screw their lessers over, and if you truly think that being a wrestler here on Hollywood boulevard would be any different?”
Becker shakes his head.
“Well I have the belt to prove it, and after this challenge I’ll have shown you all proof of exactly why and how the Hollywood Staple continues to succeed - as I carry this 15 Championship past Majima, past Tillman, and give it a nice, shiny neighbour on my waist when I take the Red Carpet Rumble.”
Gaines sneers.
“What will your ’Superior Athletes’ do then?”
We cut to black.