Leverage Party
Nov 15, 2020 20:21:18 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, W A L T E R, and 2 more like this
Post by Tom Frost on Nov 15, 2020 20:21:18 GMT -5
FADE IN
It’s 3 A.M. The exterior of a run-down motel is reflected in a puddle collecting rainwater. Big flashing neon letters read “BL E ORSE INN - $19. 5/NIGHT.” A door opens and closes somewhere off screen. Keys jingle and footsteps grow louder before a man’s boot steps on the puddle causing the screen to ripple. The blue neon letters scramble before reforming to spell an unfamiliar name.
“TOM FROST”
Frost lets out a groan as he plops down in an old Buick. The soft suspension sinks with him. He downs what’s left of the brown liquor in a clear plastic bottle before chucking it. With a sigh, the Buick roars to life and he hits the road. He lights up an Old Gold cigarette, and the purr of the engine backs his gravelly voice.
Frost: To all you in the AW locker room if you don’t know how to grapple and maintain a leverage advantage I’m your worst nightmare and unbearable pain is in your future. When I move to post I almost always hook a limb and from bell to bell one thing is certain: I will constantly seek the tap. If that means methodically weakening limbs or god forbid the back with high impact wrestling maneuvers only a five star certified in-ring technician could perform well so be it. I'll take what I can get. I'll always settle for an easy win. But the harder you make it, the harder I’ll make it on you. Who am I talking to here…Zy-something and, uh….
Frost shuffles through some papers blindly before finding the card.
Frost: Zaigon Carter and Nate. Fucking Nate jesus christ.
He takes a drag in anger.
Frost: I’m not going to mince words I don’t know anything about either one and I don’t care to. Call it a surprise party for old Tom Frost. Well ain’t that something. I’ve always loved surprises.
Another drag.
Frost: What these two should know is I’m a man who seeks out vulnerability. If and when I find it I’ll exploit it. If Zaigon Carter has never defended a man eager to seek leverage advantages and hook limbs for submission, he’ll pay for it dearly. Even if Nate isn’t actually the pudgy Special Olympian I’m imagining someone who goes by Nate would be he’s still got to have the wits to pass my in-ring psychology exam he’s up against this Monday Night. And the moment Zaigon Carter or Nate slips up, I’ll strike. I’ll move to post. I’ll seek the leverage advantage and by God I’ll take it. Then...as any smart hooker would do... I’ll sink the dagger in and then I’ll twist the knife.
Another drag.
Frost: And as those tendons stretch, as those brittle old bones bend and crackle, you’ll know just what pain is. It’s all there's gonna be. It’ll block out all that other shit you’ve got going on. It’ll kill any other thought you could ever have aside from…I...must...tap…
Tap or die. When I drive your skull into the mat and strap on the guillotine, it’ll be your choice.
I suggest you choose wisely.
Another drag
FADE OUT
It’s 3 A.M. The exterior of a run-down motel is reflected in a puddle collecting rainwater. Big flashing neon letters read “BL E ORSE INN - $19. 5/NIGHT.” A door opens and closes somewhere off screen. Keys jingle and footsteps grow louder before a man’s boot steps on the puddle causing the screen to ripple. The blue neon letters scramble before reforming to spell an unfamiliar name.
“TOM FROST”
Frost lets out a groan as he plops down in an old Buick. The soft suspension sinks with him. He downs what’s left of the brown liquor in a clear plastic bottle before chucking it. With a sigh, the Buick roars to life and he hits the road. He lights up an Old Gold cigarette, and the purr of the engine backs his gravelly voice.
Frost: To all you in the AW locker room if you don’t know how to grapple and maintain a leverage advantage I’m your worst nightmare and unbearable pain is in your future. When I move to post I almost always hook a limb and from bell to bell one thing is certain: I will constantly seek the tap. If that means methodically weakening limbs or god forbid the back with high impact wrestling maneuvers only a five star certified in-ring technician could perform well so be it. I'll take what I can get. I'll always settle for an easy win. But the harder you make it, the harder I’ll make it on you. Who am I talking to here…Zy-something and, uh….
Frost shuffles through some papers blindly before finding the card.
Frost: Zaigon Carter and Nate. Fucking Nate jesus christ.
He takes a drag in anger.
Frost: I’m not going to mince words I don’t know anything about either one and I don’t care to. Call it a surprise party for old Tom Frost. Well ain’t that something. I’ve always loved surprises.
Another drag.
Frost: What these two should know is I’m a man who seeks out vulnerability. If and when I find it I’ll exploit it. If Zaigon Carter has never defended a man eager to seek leverage advantages and hook limbs for submission, he’ll pay for it dearly. Even if Nate isn’t actually the pudgy Special Olympian I’m imagining someone who goes by Nate would be he’s still got to have the wits to pass my in-ring psychology exam he’s up against this Monday Night. And the moment Zaigon Carter or Nate slips up, I’ll strike. I’ll move to post. I’ll seek the leverage advantage and by God I’ll take it. Then...as any smart hooker would do... I’ll sink the dagger in and then I’ll twist the knife.
Another drag.
Frost: And as those tendons stretch, as those brittle old bones bend and crackle, you’ll know just what pain is. It’s all there's gonna be. It’ll block out all that other shit you’ve got going on. It’ll kill any other thought you could ever have aside from…I...must...tap…
Tap or die. When I drive your skull into the mat and strap on the guillotine, it’ll be your choice.
I suggest you choose wisely.
Another drag
FADE OUT