Post by Press1269 on Mar 2, 2020 20:05:50 GMT
[The scene opens inside of a locker room where James Radford has just finished lacing his boots. He pulls the right leg tight and ties it off at the top before doing the same to the left just as the door at the end of the room bursts open. Bobby Benson rushes in, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it as if he were being chased by someone and he was trying to shut them out. He looks over at James with real fear in his eyes.]
BB: James…you aren’t really going to let them do this to me, are you? Allegra must be out of sorts. She didn’t take her medicine the other morning. Something must be going on with her, because no one in their own mind would book a match like this! I’m a manager, James. It’s what I do. I manage! I shouldn’t be put in harms way at the likes of ungrateful snot rags like Elijah Carlson!
[James flashes a Bobby an incredulous expression.]
JR: Now Bobby, if you had taken that same approach during my tag match last week, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.
[Bobby fell away from the door, truly flustered at his client’s lack of empathy.]
BB: James, I don’t think you understand. If Elijah Carlson is able to get that megaphone, he’ll be able to decide my fate! What in the world would you do if I wasn’t here to guide you?! To course correct?! God damn it!
[Bobby reaches into his front lapel to produce a handkerchief and begins dabbing at the profuse sweat on his brow.]
BB: I’ll tell you what you’d do! You’d probably take up with some shit-heel like Bryan Williams! He and Elijah Carlson are one and the same, I tell you. Neither man can find their heads because it’s too far jammed up their asses! They think they can put their hands on me and get away with it, well No SIR! James, you’re going to be my avenging angel! You’re going to be the one who spreads my retribution across this entire promotion! COUNTRY FINE IS GOING TO RULE THE ROOST THAT IS OPPULENCE!
[Bobby looks out of breath as he pats his chest where his heart should be and reaches out a hand to place against one of the lockers to steady himself. James watches all of this with a bemused expression.]
JR: Bobby, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t gotten involved during the cage match at Union Battleground, Bryan Williams would have never bumped you through that table and ruined your lumbar.
[Bobby winces at the mention of the injury and rubs his lower back.]
JR: And then you hit the man over your head on the very first episode of Opulence, and then later tried to cost him his shot at the Union Battleground Championship at Coups De Grace against Dakota Smith.
[Bobby looks wistfully off screen, imagining if his plan had worked and Bryan Williams was lying at his feet in tears without the UB Championship.]
JR: Hell, you almost cost us our tag match because I got so distracted after Eli cracked you over the head with your own megaphone, but honestly…that might be the best thing that could have happened. Maybe with that prop out of the way you can turn over a new leaf.
[The sentiments seemed to snap Benson back to reality, and he looked furious when he wagged his finger at Radford.]
BB: Nobody’s turning nothing unless it’s you turning Eli Carlson into a corpse, you hear me!
[Bobby turns away from James to dig in his own bag from which he pulls a hard case for what looks like a horned instrument. He pops it open, but instead of a trumpet, inside is a freshly minted megaphone with the words ‘Country Fine’ emblazoned on the side. Bobby turns towards James with the new megaphone up to his lips.]
BB: NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AND MAKE THAT SUM BITCH SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF MESSING WITH THE MANAGER OF MANAGERS…BOBBY BENSON!
[Bobby turns on his heels and stalks towards the door, throwing it open wide before marching out into the hall towards gorilla position. James shakes his head, coming to his feet as well, but he pauses by the mirror to place his fists on his hips and stares hard at the reflection.]
JR: I should just offer to help Eli climb the damn pole myself…
[He gives the thought a slight chuckle before turning and exiting the locker room. Fade back to ringside.]
BB: James…you aren’t really going to let them do this to me, are you? Allegra must be out of sorts. She didn’t take her medicine the other morning. Something must be going on with her, because no one in their own mind would book a match like this! I’m a manager, James. It’s what I do. I manage! I shouldn’t be put in harms way at the likes of ungrateful snot rags like Elijah Carlson!
[James flashes a Bobby an incredulous expression.]
JR: Now Bobby, if you had taken that same approach during my tag match last week, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.
[Bobby fell away from the door, truly flustered at his client’s lack of empathy.]
BB: James, I don’t think you understand. If Elijah Carlson is able to get that megaphone, he’ll be able to decide my fate! What in the world would you do if I wasn’t here to guide you?! To course correct?! God damn it!
[Bobby reaches into his front lapel to produce a handkerchief and begins dabbing at the profuse sweat on his brow.]
BB: I’ll tell you what you’d do! You’d probably take up with some shit-heel like Bryan Williams! He and Elijah Carlson are one and the same, I tell you. Neither man can find their heads because it’s too far jammed up their asses! They think they can put their hands on me and get away with it, well No SIR! James, you’re going to be my avenging angel! You’re going to be the one who spreads my retribution across this entire promotion! COUNTRY FINE IS GOING TO RULE THE ROOST THAT IS OPPULENCE!
[Bobby looks out of breath as he pats his chest where his heart should be and reaches out a hand to place against one of the lockers to steady himself. James watches all of this with a bemused expression.]
JR: Bobby, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t gotten involved during the cage match at Union Battleground, Bryan Williams would have never bumped you through that table and ruined your lumbar.
[Bobby winces at the mention of the injury and rubs his lower back.]
JR: And then you hit the man over your head on the very first episode of Opulence, and then later tried to cost him his shot at the Union Battleground Championship at Coups De Grace against Dakota Smith.
[Bobby looks wistfully off screen, imagining if his plan had worked and Bryan Williams was lying at his feet in tears without the UB Championship.]
JR: Hell, you almost cost us our tag match because I got so distracted after Eli cracked you over the head with your own megaphone, but honestly…that might be the best thing that could have happened. Maybe with that prop out of the way you can turn over a new leaf.
[The sentiments seemed to snap Benson back to reality, and he looked furious when he wagged his finger at Radford.]
BB: Nobody’s turning nothing unless it’s you turning Eli Carlson into a corpse, you hear me!
[Bobby turns away from James to dig in his own bag from which he pulls a hard case for what looks like a horned instrument. He pops it open, but instead of a trumpet, inside is a freshly minted megaphone with the words ‘Country Fine’ emblazoned on the side. Bobby turns towards James with the new megaphone up to his lips.]
BB: NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AND MAKE THAT SUM BITCH SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF MESSING WITH THE MANAGER OF MANAGERS…BOBBY BENSON!
[Bobby turns on his heels and stalks towards the door, throwing it open wide before marching out into the hall towards gorilla position. James shakes his head, coming to his feet as well, but he pauses by the mirror to place his fists on his hips and stares hard at the reflection.]
JR: I should just offer to help Eli climb the damn pole myself…
[He gives the thought a slight chuckle before turning and exiting the locker room. Fade back to ringside.]