State Fair (Venom EoD)
Oct 23, 2017 20:05:26 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Slainmaker, and 1 more like this
Post by Venom 🕷 on Oct 23, 2017 20:05:26 GMT -5
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We open up on a bed. Blankets and sheets are thrown everywhere and under the blankets is a lump. The cameraman coughs and soon the lump begins to move and Venom emerges sitting up and stretching his arms. He lets out a long yawn and shakes his head in surprise at the camera man standing in his room.
“Oh, I forgot I told you guys to meet me here. I guess my alarm didn’t go off last night.”
He shakes his head and turns his legs over the side of the bed and sits up.
“Last night was crazy, man. I was trying to fly back to the event after visiting Chris’ grave, but I couldn’t get a flight into Michigan. So I took the closest flight and rented a car with my tag partner, but I fell asleep and he got turned around and we ended up in Arkansas at the state fair. It was weird, but I figured we’d go in and check it out since there was no way we were going to make it to the show in time. It should’ve been a good opportunity to scout Thob because Arkansas is known for their ‘Show me your swine’ races, but we were a week too late and all of Thobs relatives were long gone. Well, except for the ones who were turned into fair food.”
He smirks before reaching up with his hand to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.
“It wasn’t all bad. We ended up there just in time for a Coolio concert and he recognized us and invited us on stage to sing ‘Gangstas Paradise.’ It was like teenage me was living his dream, if only Michelle Pfeiffer was there.”
Venom zones out for a second until the camera man again coughs.
“Oh, yeah, you’re here.”
Venom shakes his head again.
“I didn’t invite you here to talk about my crazy night and teenage fantasies. I called you because Slain decided he wanted to defend the honor of his prized pig and call me out for foolish things that Slain likes to call people out for, like, you know, me having competed only in companies that have failed.”
Venom rolls his eyes.
“You’re right Slain. I have only competed in companies that have failed. The XHF, NCW, XWF, and now GXW that has one foot in the grave. Your client, she’s in a thriving company, that’s true. You’re right about everything Slain, except all of the stuff you’re wrong about. One, the XHF isn’t dead. We’re in the XHF Slain. We may be under different federation groupings like AWF, GXW and SSS, but we’re still working for Mongo like we always were when we worked together. So the company I spent most of my adult life working for is still alive and kicking.”
Venom stands up, reaches down and grabs a black shirt off of the ground and slips it on over his head.
“Two, your client is in a federation that is thriving. That’s true but a joke at the same time. You’re in a company that began by competing at the local VFW and then had to downgrade to a local baseball field. You guys displaced little leaguers in order to have shows. I’d hardly call that thriving.”
Venom walks over to the edge of the bed, where he slips on hotel imprinted house slippers.
“Your company is run by a never was in the XHF who has big aspirations of little things and is largely funded by one of your opponents who is a midcore little brother of a great man. You’re client, a pig, is the champion of the network and a mockery to the company overall and the actual champion of the company is someone I’m pretty sure I seen in a bad porn once when I woke up after falling asleep with Cinemax on the television. That’s not thriving. Thriving is selling out 100,000 seat arenas. Thriving is making homegrown talent into stars so big that other companies are beating down your doors to try and get you to let them make appearances for them. Thriving is what the Xtreme Hardcore Federation was, and what the Network could be if it wasn’t for your stupid side show act being at the top because of your little ‘thriving’ side show company that, for now, hasn’t failed. So your client can continue to thrive in the side show of a company that you guys live in, but when the smoke clears at End of Days, I’ll be the one thriving with the X*Crown in my possession.”
Venom walks over to the door that connects two rooms and knocks on the door.
“You up? It’s time we hit the road.”
The door swings open and Venom walks in and shuts the door behind him and we fade.
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We open up on a bed. Blankets and sheets are thrown everywhere and under the blankets is a lump. The cameraman coughs and soon the lump begins to move and Venom emerges sitting up and stretching his arms. He lets out a long yawn and shakes his head in surprise at the camera man standing in his room.
“Oh, I forgot I told you guys to meet me here. I guess my alarm didn’t go off last night.”
He shakes his head and turns his legs over the side of the bed and sits up.
“Last night was crazy, man. I was trying to fly back to the event after visiting Chris’ grave, but I couldn’t get a flight into Michigan. So I took the closest flight and rented a car with my tag partner, but I fell asleep and he got turned around and we ended up in Arkansas at the state fair. It was weird, but I figured we’d go in and check it out since there was no way we were going to make it to the show in time. It should’ve been a good opportunity to scout Thob because Arkansas is known for their ‘Show me your swine’ races, but we were a week too late and all of Thobs relatives were long gone. Well, except for the ones who were turned into fair food.”
He smirks before reaching up with his hand to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.
“It wasn’t all bad. We ended up there just in time for a Coolio concert and he recognized us and invited us on stage to sing ‘Gangstas Paradise.’ It was like teenage me was living his dream, if only Michelle Pfeiffer was there.”
Venom zones out for a second until the camera man again coughs.
“Oh, yeah, you’re here.”
Venom shakes his head again.
“I didn’t invite you here to talk about my crazy night and teenage fantasies. I called you because Slain decided he wanted to defend the honor of his prized pig and call me out for foolish things that Slain likes to call people out for, like, you know, me having competed only in companies that have failed.”
Venom rolls his eyes.
“You’re right Slain. I have only competed in companies that have failed. The XHF, NCW, XWF, and now GXW that has one foot in the grave. Your client, she’s in a thriving company, that’s true. You’re right about everything Slain, except all of the stuff you’re wrong about. One, the XHF isn’t dead. We’re in the XHF Slain. We may be under different federation groupings like AWF, GXW and SSS, but we’re still working for Mongo like we always were when we worked together. So the company I spent most of my adult life working for is still alive and kicking.”
Venom stands up, reaches down and grabs a black shirt off of the ground and slips it on over his head.
“Two, your client is in a federation that is thriving. That’s true but a joke at the same time. You’re in a company that began by competing at the local VFW and then had to downgrade to a local baseball field. You guys displaced little leaguers in order to have shows. I’d hardly call that thriving.”
Venom walks over to the edge of the bed, where he slips on hotel imprinted house slippers.
“Your company is run by a never was in the XHF who has big aspirations of little things and is largely funded by one of your opponents who is a midcore little brother of a great man. You’re client, a pig, is the champion of the network and a mockery to the company overall and the actual champion of the company is someone I’m pretty sure I seen in a bad porn once when I woke up after falling asleep with Cinemax on the television. That’s not thriving. Thriving is selling out 100,000 seat arenas. Thriving is making homegrown talent into stars so big that other companies are beating down your doors to try and get you to let them make appearances for them. Thriving is what the Xtreme Hardcore Federation was, and what the Network could be if it wasn’t for your stupid side show act being at the top because of your little ‘thriving’ side show company that, for now, hasn’t failed. So your client can continue to thrive in the side show of a company that you guys live in, but when the smoke clears at End of Days, I’ll be the one thriving with the X*Crown in my possession.”
Venom walks over to the door that connects two rooms and knocks on the door.
“You up? It’s time we hit the road.”
The door swings open and Venom walks in and shuts the door behind him and we fade.
