Deserving and DEMANDING respect

[thepredator]

:: A small arena jam packed with fans erupts as “You know my Name” by Chris Cornell hits on the PA system and the lights go out. The fans know what is coming and they boo loudly. As the chorus hits, the lights go blue and David Hunter appears on the stage wearing a black suit with a black shirt and tie. He looks around the arena grinning as the fans continue to boo him. He walks arrogantly down the ramp and goes up the steps into the ring.::

Richard Huff: Ladies and Gentlemen, “The Predator”, David Hunter!!!

::David snatches the mic off Richard.::

David: Get out of my ring, arse hole!

::Richard quickly steps through the ropes and returns to his seat outside the ring. The crowd continue to boo David loudly.::

David: I am out here to night, to explain to all of you no-marks…Shut the hell up! The lot of you!!!

::The crowd continue to boo David as he attempts to talk. David notices a particular male in the front row who is giving David the middle finger and chanting obscenities to him. David steps through the ropes and jumps down and stands in front of the guy.::

David: Who the hell are you? And what in god’s name gives you the right to boo me, huh?

::The fan laughs in David’s face. David drops the mic and grabs the fan by his collar. He throws him over the barrier. The fan starts to beg David to let him go but David picks him up again and throws him into the ring. The fan scrambles over to the other side of the ring and attempts to escape, but David chases him quickly and blocks him in the corner.::

David: Not so chirpy now are ya, fat arse. Who the hell are you?

::David throws the mic at the guy.::

Fan: …I’m…I…

David: Who the hell are ya!?!

Fan: My name is Scott…

David: Here’s you’re chance to be famous, Scott. What’s you’re second name?

Scott: …Roberts…

David: Scott Roberts? I have a question for ya. What do you think gives you the right to boo me?

Scott: I dunno…I…

David: Im sure I saw and heard you booing me, Scott. So either I’m stupid, or you’re stupid, Scott…are you stupid?

Scott: No…I…

David: So, I’m stupid?

Scott: No…I mean…

David: I know what you mean…you meant to say that you’re stupid, right?

::Scott looks at David::

David: Right?

Scott: …yeah.

David: Okay, so we’ve established that Scott, along with every other f**k in this arena are a load of stupid mother f**kers. Why? Because every single week, my name goes on the marquee of the Ameristar Casino: “This Thursday, POW Midwest presents “The Predator” David Hunter and Lance Erikson versus…” so on and so forth…and you guys see that on the marquee and you think, “Hell, I gotta get a ticket to see “The Predator” and Lance Erikson. So, from that analogy, you should have all realised that I am, in fact, correct, and you are all stupid, ‘cause you buy tickets to see “The Predator” and when ya see him, you boo him…which I find pretty Kansas-esque f**king stupid. Don’t you agree, Scott?

Scott: I…

David: Now this proves my point again, I ask you a simple question, Scott. It’s not as if I’m asking you what year the Titanic sank, which was 1912, I think…but Scott, I’m simply asking you a yes/no question. Do you agree that all of the people in Kansas are stupid?

Scott: …I…

David: One more time, Scott! I’ll ask you one more time! Do you agree?!?

Scott: Yes…

David: Thank you…Huff, get me two chairs please!

::Richard Huff struggles to find two chairs so folds his own and gives it to David and the bell ringer also gives up his seat. David hands folds out the chairs and puts them in the middle of the ring.::

David: Have a seat, Scott…

::Scott reluctantly gets up and sits on one of the chairs. David sits next to him.::

David: Huff, get Scott a microphone!

::Richard Huff gets a microphone and hands it to Scott.::

David: Do you fancy a match, Scott?

Scott: Pardon?

David: I mean it seems pretty easy for no marks like yourself to get matches nowadays. Look at three of my opponents this week…Flap Flanagan and Alf…and Ty Benson…Have you ever heard of these guys, Scott?

Scott: No, I haven’t.

David: See! Getting a match, or a contract nowadays seems about as easy as getting an OBE over in the UK…anybody can get one. Services to Entertainment, services to television, services to market trading…damnit, it’s just so easy.

I’m sure, Scott, that if you was interested in becoming a wrestler, you could get into any local fed and wrestle top guys within at most a month. f**k, not only did Flap Flanagan, Alf and Ty Benson get a contract…they got a match with POW’s Most Valuable Player, “The Predator” David Hunter! God, I bet that’s like a title shot to them…wouldn’t you agree, Scott?

Scott: Yeah.

David: You can go back to your seat now, Scott. But disrespect me again, and you’ll get more than being tossed over the guard rail.

::Scott stands up and quickly returns to his seat.::

David: I’d like to thank Scott tonight for being the volunteer dick of the crowd. Now, everyone here’s a dick, but Scott had the will power to be the spokesman of all you dicks out there, and he proved that yes, every person in Kansas…is stupid! Now, I’m sure that Scott won’t be being a dick again anytime soon, or again in his life, if he intends to continue for the rest of his life with use of his legs. And I’d advise you all, to take a leaf out of Scott’s book!

So, this Thursday, myself and my quickly rising legend of a partner, Lance Erikson take on Nick Pickles, who we quite easily defeated last week, and will again…and his no mark partner, Ty Benson, If Ty turns up. Don’t get you’re hopes up guys…I think Tito should probably be worried that one of his employees hasn’t been heard from for god knows how long…anything could have happened. And also in the Triple threat Tag match, Flap “No mark” Flanagan and Mr No Mark, Alf. And as I look out into the depths of the arena, you all sit with permanent gormless expressions on you’re facing, showing how much awe you are in that you’re witnessing the Predator. But tonight, as I mention those three names, you all have extra expressions of disbelief on you’re faces, as I did when I saw the card. I sat wondering how the hell someone like Ty Benson, Flap Flanagan and Alf got me! ME, in a match…I don’t think I deserve respect from just you people, I deserve it from everyone! And when I say everyone, I mean IT! And this Thursday, I’ll prove why I deserve and demand you’re respect. See you Thursday…

::Dave drops the mic on the mat and exits through the ropes walking slowly up the ramp, rejecting the fans’ hands. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises out his arms. He exits the curtain as he is booed by the crowd.::

{End of Segment}

[lanceerickson]

The scene cuts to backstage area, waiting for Dave Hunter. Lance leans up against a table where a water cooler and snacks sit. A couple of people walk by, viewing the food items hungrily, but continue on when they see Lance standing there, unmoving. Lance crosses his arms and looks down at the floor while he waits. He looks up as he hears footsteps approaching and sees Dave Hunter coming down the aisle. Lance stands himself up to full height and starts walking with Dave Hunter.

Lance Erikson: What was that out there just now?

Dave Hunter: Oh, it wasn't mu...

Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) Let's just say it was interesting for the time being. I just want you to know, that if you want respect and popularity, you had better start kissing the fans asses. They're not going to like you if you keep doing what you've been doing. They're going to like you even less if you demand it the way you did just now.

Dave Hunter: I don't care if they respect my personality, I care if they respect my skill.

Lance Erikson: (Expressionless) Then you start by proving it to them this week. If that's what you want, then we go out there this week and devastate our competition. As long as we get the win, I don't care what you do. But I do hope that we'll be working as a team. Just don't screw me and we'll be good.

Dave Hunter: Of course, this match is more important right now. If I get tired, I'll tag you in, I expect the same from you.

Lance Erikson: Right, we've got to take it to our opponents. Cut them off from their active partners. We should probably concentrate on Nick Pickle$. He's the most well known and the biggest talent in the ring aside from us. He's got the experience and knows what to do in matches like this. Taking him down shows Tito that he needs to put both of us in contention for gold. Either singles or Tag Team.

Dave Hunter: But we can't forget about the other ones in the match either. The minute we forget about Flap Flanagan and Alf is the minute we lose the match.

Lance nods his head in assent.

Lance Erikson: Deal.

Lance pauses as his phone rings.

Lance Erikson: Yeah...

Okay...Alright, why?

...

Sure, we'll see you there.

Dave Hunter: What was that?

Lance Erikson: (Closing his phone) Ci wants us to meet him at the club. Something about a toast. Come on, I'll drive.

Lance and Dave turn around and head out of the arena just as the show lets out, passing through a bunch of angry fans who get out of their way. Without even seeing, Lance accidentally bumps into a fan who refuses to get out of his way. Lance looks down and sees Steve the Fan standing there, looking livid.

Dave Hunter: What do you want?

Steve: You...humiliated me tonight.

Dave cracks his knuckles as Lance stops him from going anywhere.

Lance Erikson: I got this. Look, Stan, move before you get yourself hurt.

Steve: (Looking frightened) Not until he apologizes.

Lance pushes Steve the fan out of the way and he and Dave continue on their way out. Steve jumps in front of Lance again and takes a swing at him. Lance ducks back, dodging the shot and kicks Steve square in his jewel encrusted commodities. Lance steps over Steve and he and Dave stroll on out to the parking lot. They hop into Lance's BMW and he speeds out of the parking lot to go meet Big Ci.