Post by BURNBABYBURN on Feb 24, 2022 20:41:01 GMT -5
(The LEGENDARY Daniel Dare is in his overpriced Vegas penthouse suite - paid for courtesy of UPW!)
DANIEL DARE: "How does it feel, Cage? Your FINAL match. I know you've thought about, imagined, and simultaneously anticipated and dreaded this day for a very long time."
(Dare fixes himself a drink.)
DARE: "Butterflies in your stomach? Of course there are!"
(Dare takes a long sip of ginger ale.)
DARE: "But that's not what I'm asking about. How does it feel to walk away from ME, Cage? To walk away from EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN? To come here! To UPW."
(An irate Dare smashes the glass of ginger ale against the window.)
DARE: "What were you walking away from? WHAT THE HELL were you walking away from, huh??? Did you think you'd get more respect here? Is THAT it?! Because you're not even in the main event! Your LAST MATCH and you're not even in the fucking main event. How does THAT feel, Cage?"
(Dare crushes the broken shards of glass with his boot.)
DARE: "Me? I don't give a shit! For all I care, we can be in the dark match with the arena still HALF-EMPTY while the fans are still slowly trickling in - buying shirts, nacho, beer, little Cage foam fingers and stuffed squirrels. Being in the dark match is about all an UNGRATEFUL HACK like you deserves anyway! Me? Hey, I'm getting paid a HUGE GUARANTEED sum NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE on the show!"
(Dialing the lobby, Dare snarls at the front desk to get someone up to his room ASAP to clean up the mess. The mess HE made, mind you.)
DARE: "I was there for your very first match, Cage - I hired you - and now I'm here for your last. You beat young Chip Riggle but fell short against Byron. What do I have in store for you now?"
(There's a knock on the door. Is it someone from the hotel or Cage's final opponent?)
DARE: "All I'll say, Cage, is that you're gonna... FEEL! THE! BURN!"
(Dare cackles maniacally as the scene fades to black.)
DANIEL DARE: "How does it feel, Cage? Your FINAL match. I know you've thought about, imagined, and simultaneously anticipated and dreaded this day for a very long time."
(Dare fixes himself a drink.)
DARE: "Butterflies in your stomach? Of course there are!"
(Dare takes a long sip of ginger ale.)
DARE: "But that's not what I'm asking about. How does it feel to walk away from ME, Cage? To walk away from EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN? To come here! To UPW."
(An irate Dare smashes the glass of ginger ale against the window.)
DARE: "What were you walking away from? WHAT THE HELL were you walking away from, huh??? Did you think you'd get more respect here? Is THAT it?! Because you're not even in the main event! Your LAST MATCH and you're not even in the fucking main event. How does THAT feel, Cage?"
(Dare crushes the broken shards of glass with his boot.)
DARE: "Me? I don't give a shit! For all I care, we can be in the dark match with the arena still HALF-EMPTY while the fans are still slowly trickling in - buying shirts, nacho, beer, little Cage foam fingers and stuffed squirrels. Being in the dark match is about all an UNGRATEFUL HACK like you deserves anyway! Me? Hey, I'm getting paid a HUGE GUARANTEED sum NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE on the show!"
(Dialing the lobby, Dare snarls at the front desk to get someone up to his room ASAP to clean up the mess. The mess HE made, mind you.)
DARE: "I was there for your very first match, Cage - I hired you - and now I'm here for your last. You beat young Chip Riggle but fell short against Byron. What do I have in store for you now?"
(There's a knock on the door. Is it someone from the hotel or Cage's final opponent?)
DARE: "All I'll say, Cage, is that you're gonna... FEEL! THE! BURN!"
(Dare cackles maniacally as the scene fades to black.)