Post by The Authority on Feb 27, 2010 10:19:17 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in the same darkened room that everyone has come to know Andrew Franklin by. A single overhead light hangs from the ceiling shining down. Footsteps are heard and Franklin emerges into it wearing his wrestling gear. Franklin stares directly into the camera and begins to speak.*
Andrew Franklin: What I believe we have here is a significant failure to communicate. I have sent a warning out to the person who controls this company that I belonged in the main event...Yet, once again I find myself in a supporting role this weekend. In Chicago, the place where I became the man you are looking at right now...I am in a triple threat match with two men who don't even belong in the ring with someone like myself...
*Two more lights come on behind Franklin, illuminating a brick wall that has two framed posters of his opponents this week. To Andrew's left, Shane Xzavery. And to his right is Mikey Bennett.*
Andrew Franklin: Let me take a moment, to talk about my opponents...first...
*Franklin walks over to Shane's poster and sneers at it disgustedly.*
Andrew Franklin: Look at this painted up clown...Random colors in your hair don't hide the fact that deep down you are a pathetic waste of a human being. Shane, you go out each and every week and try your best to get the idiots in the audience to chant your name and cheer for you blindly. But why? Why should they cheer some loser whose parents didn't even love him? Isn't that why you seek their approval? Didn't Mommy hug you enough when you were young little Xzavery? Didn't Father treat you like the son he's always wanted? Or did they treat you like the son they wanted to forget?
*The Authority smirks.*
Andrew Franklin: Either way, it ultimately doesn't matter. Rep sealed your fate when he assigned you this match with me. Everyone in Chicago is going to see what you truly are. And what is that you may ask? Simple, someone whose best years are already behind him. You are on the downward slope of your career...and its time for me to put you out of your misery. I will retire you in the ring like I have done to others before...and after I am done, you will realize that the words I am speaking are the truth. Your time in this business is over. I will see to it.
*Franklin runs his hand slowly down the poster and pats it gently.*
Andrew Franklin: You should thank me when this is all said and over Shane. Because the greatest highlight your career could ever have is the fact that Andrew Franklin ended it.
*Franklin smiles and turns to face the other poster in the room.*
Andrew Franklin: Mr. Bennett...Oh, poor Mister Bennett. You know, I always assumed our paths would cross, but I thought it was going to be as allies...never like this. I never believed that you and I would end up on the opposite sides of the coin. I thought you would eventually help me build my empire here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance...but it seems that you are just going to have to be another stepping stone in my ascension in this company.
*Franklin shakes his head in disappointment.*
Andrew Franklin: And there is one person and only one person to blame...
*Franklin looks up with a look of a pure hatred and disgust at the framed poster.*
Andrew Franklin: YOUR FATHER.
*Franklin takes a deep breath as he rubs the sides of his head with his palms.*
Andrew Franklin: Your father put you into this match Mikey. He turned a great wrestler into nothing more than a common whore. Your father turned you into a mercenary, someone who does things just for the money and it is lead to your demise this weekend. For the entire CW audience to witness, I am going to make you fall at my feet. I never wanted it to come to this between us Mike, I want you to know that. But your choices have left me with no choice or other options.
*Franklin looks directly into the camera.*
Andrew Franklin: I don't do this because it is fun. I do it because it is my destiny. I am destined to take my place at the top of this company...No one can stop me from that. This weekend, I further cement my place at the head of the table by eliminating two more men from the roster. I don't care if its a popular choice or not...Its what I was put here to do.
*Franklin looks at his open hands with a look of amazement.*
Andrew Franklin: I have put three wrestlers on the shelf already...Two more mean nothing to me anymore. My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And Shane's will just add another chapter.
*The light shining on Shane's poster suddenly goes to black.*
Andrew Franklin: My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And Mike's will just add another chapter.
*The light shining on Bennett's poster suddenly goes to black.*
Andrew Franklin: My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And the rest of the PWA roster will just add another chapter.
*The hanging light in the room turns off leaving Franklin in complete darkness.*
Andrew Franklin: Everyone falls...But you will fall first. The Authority has spoken.
Andrew Franklin: What I believe we have here is a significant failure to communicate. I have sent a warning out to the person who controls this company that I belonged in the main event...Yet, once again I find myself in a supporting role this weekend. In Chicago, the place where I became the man you are looking at right now...I am in a triple threat match with two men who don't even belong in the ring with someone like myself...
*Two more lights come on behind Franklin, illuminating a brick wall that has two framed posters of his opponents this week. To Andrew's left, Shane Xzavery. And to his right is Mikey Bennett.*
Andrew Franklin: Let me take a moment, to talk about my opponents...first...
*Franklin walks over to Shane's poster and sneers at it disgustedly.*
Andrew Franklin: Look at this painted up clown...Random colors in your hair don't hide the fact that deep down you are a pathetic waste of a human being. Shane, you go out each and every week and try your best to get the idiots in the audience to chant your name and cheer for you blindly. But why? Why should they cheer some loser whose parents didn't even love him? Isn't that why you seek their approval? Didn't Mommy hug you enough when you were young little Xzavery? Didn't Father treat you like the son he's always wanted? Or did they treat you like the son they wanted to forget?
*The Authority smirks.*
Andrew Franklin: Either way, it ultimately doesn't matter. Rep sealed your fate when he assigned you this match with me. Everyone in Chicago is going to see what you truly are. And what is that you may ask? Simple, someone whose best years are already behind him. You are on the downward slope of your career...and its time for me to put you out of your misery. I will retire you in the ring like I have done to others before...and after I am done, you will realize that the words I am speaking are the truth. Your time in this business is over. I will see to it.
*Franklin runs his hand slowly down the poster and pats it gently.*
Andrew Franklin: You should thank me when this is all said and over Shane. Because the greatest highlight your career could ever have is the fact that Andrew Franklin ended it.
*Franklin smiles and turns to face the other poster in the room.*
Andrew Franklin: Mr. Bennett...Oh, poor Mister Bennett. You know, I always assumed our paths would cross, but I thought it was going to be as allies...never like this. I never believed that you and I would end up on the opposite sides of the coin. I thought you would eventually help me build my empire here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance...but it seems that you are just going to have to be another stepping stone in my ascension in this company.
*Franklin shakes his head in disappointment.*
Andrew Franklin: And there is one person and only one person to blame...
*Franklin looks up with a look of a pure hatred and disgust at the framed poster.*
Andrew Franklin: YOUR FATHER.
*Franklin takes a deep breath as he rubs the sides of his head with his palms.*
Andrew Franklin: Your father put you into this match Mikey. He turned a great wrestler into nothing more than a common whore. Your father turned you into a mercenary, someone who does things just for the money and it is lead to your demise this weekend. For the entire CW audience to witness, I am going to make you fall at my feet. I never wanted it to come to this between us Mike, I want you to know that. But your choices have left me with no choice or other options.
*Franklin looks directly into the camera.*
Andrew Franklin: I don't do this because it is fun. I do it because it is my destiny. I am destined to take my place at the top of this company...No one can stop me from that. This weekend, I further cement my place at the head of the table by eliminating two more men from the roster. I don't care if its a popular choice or not...Its what I was put here to do.
*Franklin looks at his open hands with a look of amazement.*
Andrew Franklin: I have put three wrestlers on the shelf already...Two more mean nothing to me anymore. My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And Shane's will just add another chapter.
*The light shining on Shane's poster suddenly goes to black.*
Andrew Franklin: My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And Mike's will just add another chapter.
*The light shining on Bennett's poster suddenly goes to black.*
Andrew Franklin: My legacy is being written in the blood of my fallen opponents...And the rest of the PWA roster will just add another chapter.
*The hanging light in the room turns off leaving Franklin in complete darkness.*
Andrew Franklin: Everyone falls...But you will fall first. The Authority has spoken.