Mister Dread
League Member
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the BASHAM-SCHULTZ Wrestling Academy. MISTER DREAD sits perched on the top turnbuckle, staring intently into the camera::
MISTER DREAD: Guess they just can't stop throwing mystery opponents at Shane Southern. Congrats on holding on to your strap another week, champ.
MISTER DREAD: Now, Rick Ryconik. You told me to look at our match in Hartford as an educational experience, right? A lesson in what a man can do if he justifies his actions to himself. You're sad, Rick. Telling yourself that you're just doing what you have to do to get ahead. Why not, everyone does it, right?
MISTER DREAD: Wrong. I don't, and you never used to. I had really thought you were better, Prince. Consider me educated.
MISTER DREAD: Billy Gray. You want me? No-holds-barred? NFW Last-Man-Standing? You got it. Book the match. Mister Dread will sign on the dotted line. Then I'll beat the hell out of you. Then I'll go take a nap. Whatcha gonna do, Billy Gray, when the largest ego in the world runs wild on YOU!?!?!
::FADE TO BLACK::
MISTER DREAD: Guess they just can't stop throwing mystery opponents at Shane Southern. Congrats on holding on to your strap another week, champ.
MISTER DREAD: Now, Rick Ryconik. You told me to look at our match in Hartford as an educational experience, right? A lesson in what a man can do if he justifies his actions to himself. You're sad, Rick. Telling yourself that you're just doing what you have to do to get ahead. Why not, everyone does it, right?
MISTER DREAD: Wrong. I don't, and you never used to. I had really thought you were better, Prince. Consider me educated.
MISTER DREAD: Billy Gray. You want me? No-holds-barred? NFW Last-Man-Standing? You got it. Book the match. Mister Dread will sign on the dotted line. Then I'll beat the hell out of you. Then I'll go take a nap. Whatcha gonna do, Billy Gray, when the largest ego in the world runs wild on YOU!?!?!
::FADE TO BLACK::