Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 21:00:12 GMT
The scene opens up to the large room from earlier, with a printout taped to one of the walls that reads 'catering'. With the show underway, the room has almost been abandoned to attend to the many duties of putting on the event. There is one table in particular along the far wall with an assortment of dishes in long aluminum pans, along with various condiments, beverages, plastic cups, and paper plates. Sitting at the table, a hand in two of the trays, sit's 'Hungry' Jack Swanson, having completely forgone the idea of using the plates, or for that matter, leaving anything for anyone else. As he shovels a bite-full of food into his mouth that could have been a meal for most people, a large shadow appears over him. He finishes chewing, swallows, and then slowly turns to see who it is that's disturbing his meal.
Press stands directly behind him, his arms crossed over his chest, and an eyebrow raised at the other large man's eating habits. He smirks, before reaching out and grabbing a chair, and pulling it over to take a seat. Jack begins licking his fingers clean, watching all of this with a wary eye.
PRESS: You know there are plates over there, don't you?
HUNGRY JACK: What would be the point? It's easier this way. I know you beat me in the ring, but this is my area of expertise.
Press nodded, and leaned back in his seat.
PRESS: So, about that. I just wanted you to know what I said in my promo was true. You did a lot better out there than anyone was expecting. I was impressed. If you keep at it, you'll do just fine here.
HUNGRY JACK: I don't doubt that, not everyone is a big as you. I just need to be booked into another match. I don't understand why I wasn't given another shot like everyone else. So if you really want to know why I'm eating like this, it's because I'm upset. I may be big but I've got feelings.
Press did his best to conceal a smile, but the gleam in his eye was a dead giveaway.
PRESS: Well, you know, just cause you don't have a match doesn't mean you can't leave a mark. Just a bit of advice, but no one's going to hand you anything in this business. Now you can go around with this idea that you can earn it, but in reality, you have to take it. You got a whole ring full of guys out there right now that haven't done the first thing around here, and you're sitting in the back stuffing your face. Why don't you go out there and do something about it?
Press left that thought in the ether, pulling himself to his feet, and patting Jack on the shoulder as he moved on about his business. Jack sat there for a second contemplating his former opponents words, and with a determined demeanor he wipes his hands clean on the table cloth, and stands. The camera trails after him as he stalks towards the gorilla position, before fading back to ringside.
Press stands directly behind him, his arms crossed over his chest, and an eyebrow raised at the other large man's eating habits. He smirks, before reaching out and grabbing a chair, and pulling it over to take a seat. Jack begins licking his fingers clean, watching all of this with a wary eye.
PRESS: You know there are plates over there, don't you?
HUNGRY JACK: What would be the point? It's easier this way. I know you beat me in the ring, but this is my area of expertise.
Press nodded, and leaned back in his seat.
PRESS: So, about that. I just wanted you to know what I said in my promo was true. You did a lot better out there than anyone was expecting. I was impressed. If you keep at it, you'll do just fine here.
HUNGRY JACK: I don't doubt that, not everyone is a big as you. I just need to be booked into another match. I don't understand why I wasn't given another shot like everyone else. So if you really want to know why I'm eating like this, it's because I'm upset. I may be big but I've got feelings.
Press did his best to conceal a smile, but the gleam in his eye was a dead giveaway.
PRESS: Well, you know, just cause you don't have a match doesn't mean you can't leave a mark. Just a bit of advice, but no one's going to hand you anything in this business. Now you can go around with this idea that you can earn it, but in reality, you have to take it. You got a whole ring full of guys out there right now that haven't done the first thing around here, and you're sitting in the back stuffing your face. Why don't you go out there and do something about it?
Press left that thought in the ether, pulling himself to his feet, and patting Jack on the shoulder as he moved on about his business. Jack sat there for a second contemplating his former opponents words, and with a determined demeanor he wipes his hands clean on the table cloth, and stands. The camera trails after him as he stalks towards the gorilla position, before fading back to ringside.