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HATE(?); w/ Crippler vs Willmott/Draven @ Battlelines 14
Topic Started: Jun 8 2016, 11:57 PM (27 Views)
Martin Robertson
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Longest reigning EWA Network Champion in history!
(As the camera fades in from black, we find ourselves looking at, what I’m guessing to be a hotel bar. It’s really nicely dressed up, but the bar itself is very small. Maybe six barstools in total. And out of those six seats at the bar, there are only two men sitting at the bar. Both gentlemen are a decent size… much bigger than the pipsqueak that’s cleaning glasses behind the bar, anyways.)

(As the camera pans around to the opposite side of the bar, we easily determine who the two men are. On the left is Lunatikk Crippler. And on the right is the EWA Network Champion, Martin Robertson. Both men have beers in front of them. And yes, that’s plural… beers. Three empties on each side, plus a full one in front of each of them. Plus, a random red drink is also in front of Martin. Crippler takes a sip of his beer before setting it back down in front of him.)

“Out of all the bars in Boston, the night before Battlelines, and this is the one you pick?”

“I figured this one would be empty and easier to get to. Plus, I don’t plan on being up too late tonight, so I figured we’d meet here to discuss our plans for tomorrow night.”

(in a whiny voice) “‘I don’t want to be up too late tonight. Can I get some milk and cookies delivered to my room when I’m done here?’” (end whiny voice) “That’s what you sound like, you know that, right?”

“One, I do not sound like that. Two, really? I do have better taste in women than Laura Seton, thank you very much.”

“No, I meant the actual snack, milk and cookies. Not Lau.. you know what, nevermind.”

“Thank you. So, about tomorrow night. I say you let me start out against Willmott, since I don’t need you going all crazy on him and getting us disqualified right off the bat. Let me beat him down, then I’ll kick him out of the ring, then you come in, beat down Draven, and then I’ll come back in, Pure Perfection. One. Two. Three. Done. Easy, right?”

“That’s your plan?”

“Yeah. I think it’s a good plan.”

“Who put you in charge of our team?”

“Hello! Network Champ for 118 days so far. 119 tomorrow night. Plus, since I do have more wins in this team than you do…”

“More wins? You got 10 wins! I’ve been in the business more years than you have wins!”

“But you have to admit… when it comes to you and I… I’m ‘Perfection’, and you’re Lunatikk Loser.”

“You do realize that you are REALLY testing my patience right now, and the fact that I’ve got four beers in me right now isn’t helping your case any.”

“Ok, smart guy. If you have such a brilliant plan, what do you have in mind?”

“Simple. We just go in, beat the crap out of the two of them, and go back to the locker room with a win. I don’t care if it’s Draven or Willmott or both.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it, kid.”

“Well that’s not much of a plan. It’s a good thing I’m the captain of the team.”

“Captain?”

“Yeah, Captain. I even made up a new shirt for tomorrow night, with one of those little ‘C’’s in the corner.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“Thank you!”

(Both men reach down and take sips of their respective beers. And, on cue, both men, using the same motion, request another beverage from the bartender.)

“So… HATE, huh?”

“So… Mental retardation, huh?”

“What?”

“Oh, we’re not listing each other’s biggest faults right now?”

(The bartender sets two more beers down in front of the men.)

(voice crackling) “Is there anything else I can get you two guys?”

“Yeah, the check. This guy is paying.”

“Who said?”

“Well, you are the ‘Captain’, aren’t you?”

“Damnit. You never answered my question.”

“I didn’t think you asked a question.”

“Why did you join HATE?”

“Well, why did you join the Youth?”

“I dunno. It felt like the right move to make.”

“Exactly. You’re a very Youthful person. I’m a very HATEful person”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. Do what you know.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Not that I’m ever leaving the Youth, but do you think I would have fit in with the HATE?”

“It’s not THE HATE. It’s just HATE.”

“Yeah, yeah. But what about it? Do you think I would have fit in?”

“No.”

“Why not? I hate Grady…”

“No you don’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t HATE him. Sure, he’s been an absentee father. Wasn’t around for very many of your championships. Has finally come around, but to simply steal the spotlight from you. But you don’t HATE him. You have a strong dislike for him, but he’s your father. You don’t HATE him.”

“Sure I do.”

“Martin, just stop. You don’t know what pure HATE is like. If you took a journey through my mind to figure out exactly what true, unbridled HATE is… it’d be like a young child seeing the SAW movie for the first time. Or, for the older generation, for a child 25 years ago to have the first movie they see be IT. Then, every time they saw a clown out in public, to hear that child scream in pure terror, thinking that the clown they see in front of them is going to do the same, terrible things that Pennywise did to those kids in the movie. That… that is just the tip of the iceberg of HATE.”

“Perfect. I hate those damn balloon animals they make.”

“Nevermind. Idiot.”

“I mean, it’s not like you could ever be a part of the Youth, anyways…”

(laughing) “I couldn’t, huh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re pretty old to be in the Youth.”

“What are you talking about? I’m two months younger than Alex is! And a full two years younger than Kage!”

“Exactly. We can’t have three old guys in the Youth.”

“I think you might want to switch to that Shirley Temple in front of you, Marty! I do need you somewhat sober for our match tomorrow night.”

“I was going to save it for Michael. Lord knows that, one of these times, he should see Maggie sober.”

“You know, I think you’ve finally made a valid point tonight.”

“So, you’ll have to fill me in on this whole deal between you and Willmott at some point.”

“What do you want to be filled in on?”

“What’s the deal between you two? You’re friends. You’re not friends. You’re friends. You’re not friends. Make up your mind one of these times!”

“It’s not that simple, Marty. Actually, you know what, it is that simple. It’s simple because it’s the same thing your daddy’s done to you, and what Draven’s done to Alex. They’re all leeches that try and steal the spotlight from people that are more deserving of having that spotlight shine down on them. I mean, we’re being honest here, right?”

“Of course.”

“Alex is one of the greatest master manipulators this business has ever seen. He and your father, if they’re not two of the top three names on that list, I’d like to know who the other people are. But the difference between the two is that Grady always wanted the spotlight for himself, whereas Alex put it on the group. Draven, he couldn’t stand that the spotlight was on someone better than him, so he’s always trying to put it on him for the simple fact that he knows he’ll never beat Alex, so if he can keep the spotlight on him rather than Alex, it’s the one little victory that he can latch on to. Willmott is the same way with me. And now that I’m teaming up with Indrid and NOTHING, he’s trying to do the same thing again.”

“Grady did sent me a few texts, trying to say that he’s not like that anymore.”

“If he’s not like that anymore, why does he now have two shots at the World Heavyweight Championship this month?”

“Oh, I never said I was buying his story. I completely agree with you. It’s the same thing Alex and I always talk about whenever we see anything related to him on the Network. He and Draven are the exact same person minus the talent portion. At least Grady has won a few matches here and there against the best the world has had to offer.”

“Good point. Which is why Draven is not winning tomorrow night, either.”

“Exactly! We got this! I’m glad I was able to give you this pep talk before tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, sure kid. You sure you don’t want to go try and find a real bar open this late at night? I was going to go see what Indrid and NOTHING were doing as well.”

“No thanks. I’m going to head up to the room soon. Lot of autographs to sign tomorrow.”

“Suit yourself, kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya, Billy!”

“Please don’t ever call me Billy again.”

(Crippler stands up, turns around and heads out of the hotel door.)

(Crackly voice again) “You going to pay for the bill, sir?”

“Nope.” (Robertson opens up his right hand and places down a credit card on the bar) “That guy is.”

(Fade to black.)
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