Post by Roderick Cage on Oct 28, 2018 21:22:47 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Roderick Cage sitting alone up in the nosebleed section of the empty Bismark arena. Despite the camera clearly keeping its focus on him, the 201 and Fun star just continues to look down at the ring in silence. Slowly he pulls out his phone from his pants pocket and begins scrolling through it. However, it wasn't even looking at it, but if the look on his face meant anything then it was clear that he was merely just trying to distract himself from whatever thoughts were going through his mind. Before long a heavy sigh escaped his lips and he set the phone down.
"What has this division become? Sure, we've had out fair share of nut jobs. Like a crazed cereal driven madman, a certified zombie, and even a priest! But this? This is the best we can come up with? Literal clowns? Terrible creamy white rappers? A former champion that never actually competed to win the championship? No wonder everybody on the rest of the roster thinks we're a joke. Nobody wants to actually put in the work for anything anymore! It makes me sick to my stomach!"
As if to put some emphasis on what he was trying to say, Roderick picked the phone up off of his lap and threw it own amongst the empty seats before him. That was going to be a pain to try and find afterward.
"COME ON GUYS! At least pretend like you give a damn! At this point, I'm the ONLY workhorse in this division! Where has the spirit of competition gone?! Scratch that, I know where it went. RIght out the window, once we let guys like Tatters and Vega run amok without a say. Now? Now we have to deal with talentless hack jobs like Knight and Teddy Gei....Gi.....goo...whatever! Point is there isn't a guy in the match that actually has a hint of talent! 'B-BUt Roddy Knight beat you a few weeks ago!' You're right. He did, but you know something? The boy doesn't know a front flip from a backflip! Think I'm lying? Go rewatch the match and you will see that the one who did ANY of the real work was ME. I carried him through the entire match just like I'm going to carry his sorry butt through THIS match against Teddy, Carlos, and Jaice."
For the first time since the camera turned on, Roderick looked directly into it. An intensity shining in his eyes that hadn't been seen before.
"Tonight, in THAT ring, I am going once again prove that I am the workhorse of 201 by single-handedly putting Jaice out t pasture. By sending Carlos packing back to his steroid abusing sugar daddy Chase. By putting that stan looking fella BACK into his lane of failed sound cloud rappers. Tonight I, ME, RODERICK CAGE, will put the entire company of Action Wrestling on notice by doing what I do best! Something NOBODY else in this match can do or say they can do. By working my ass off and entertaining the fans that come to see us compete!"
Abruptly standing up, Roderick stepped out into the aisle and started to walk down the stairs before coming to a stop to look back into the camera.
"Good luck everybody, because you're ALL fucked."
With that said, the camera faded to black as Roderick turned his back once more and walked down the concrete steps of the empty Bismark arena.
"What has this division become? Sure, we've had out fair share of nut jobs. Like a crazed cereal driven madman, a certified zombie, and even a priest! But this? This is the best we can come up with? Literal clowns? Terrible creamy white rappers? A former champion that never actually competed to win the championship? No wonder everybody on the rest of the roster thinks we're a joke. Nobody wants to actually put in the work for anything anymore! It makes me sick to my stomach!"
As if to put some emphasis on what he was trying to say, Roderick picked the phone up off of his lap and threw it own amongst the empty seats before him. That was going to be a pain to try and find afterward.
"COME ON GUYS! At least pretend like you give a damn! At this point, I'm the ONLY workhorse in this division! Where has the spirit of competition gone?! Scratch that, I know where it went. RIght out the window, once we let guys like Tatters and Vega run amok without a say. Now? Now we have to deal with talentless hack jobs like Knight and Teddy Gei....Gi.....goo...whatever! Point is there isn't a guy in the match that actually has a hint of talent! 'B-BUt Roddy Knight beat you a few weeks ago!' You're right. He did, but you know something? The boy doesn't know a front flip from a backflip! Think I'm lying? Go rewatch the match and you will see that the one who did ANY of the real work was ME. I carried him through the entire match just like I'm going to carry his sorry butt through THIS match against Teddy, Carlos, and Jaice."
For the first time since the camera turned on, Roderick looked directly into it. An intensity shining in his eyes that hadn't been seen before.
"Tonight, in THAT ring, I am going once again prove that I am the workhorse of 201 by single-handedly putting Jaice out t pasture. By sending Carlos packing back to his steroid abusing sugar daddy Chase. By putting that stan looking fella BACK into his lane of failed sound cloud rappers. Tonight I, ME, RODERICK CAGE, will put the entire company of Action Wrestling on notice by doing what I do best! Something NOBODY else in this match can do or say they can do. By working my ass off and entertaining the fans that come to see us compete!"
Abruptly standing up, Roderick stepped out into the aisle and started to walk down the stairs before coming to a stop to look back into the camera.
"Good luck everybody, because you're ALL fucked."
With that said, the camera faded to black as Roderick turned his back once more and walked down the concrete steps of the empty Bismark arena.