CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"I'm not doing it," said Brad.
"Brad, you're booked to do it."
"I'm a serious wrestler!"
"Everyone here is a serious wrestler."
"You know what I mean, Charlie. It's my gimmick. I'm wrestling personified. I take myself seriously, that's my character."
"And Zombie King's character is that he's the king of zombies. You have to act scared of him..."
"No..."
"Everyone acts scared of him! He's the king of zombies, for Christ's sake!"
"Right, and I'm wrestling personified. I'm deadly serious at all times. When faced by the king of zombies, I'd do what I do best. I'd wrestle."
"Look, you'll still wrestle him..."
"But I have to act scared the whole match! And he just sits up from all my moves..."
"That's his thing! You can't expect Zombie King to change for you!"
"But I have to change for him?"
"Look, we're in the entertainment business. Your character is serious, fine. But there's kids out there who are big Zombie King fans. They deserve to be entertained. You will act scared."
"Fuck off!"
"Do you want me to go the boss on this?"
"Do what you want!"
"You really don't want me to go to the boss..."
"Do whatever you fucking want!"
"Brad, come no...just do it. You still go to win the match!"
"By disqualification, after Zombie King bites the referee!"
"Exactly!"
"It's just...it's not meant to be this way."
"Look, you're young, you'll get your big break soon, just have to pay your dues."
"I'm nearly thirty."
"That's young! I was thirty five when I made the main event!"
"And you didn't stay there long."
"Harsh, Brad. Want me to change it to a pinfall loss?"
"Do whatever you fucking want. Job me out to Zombie King, job me to his Zombie Midget. I don't give a fuck. I'm the best wrestler on the roster. You know that, everyone knows it. But I'll never make it to the top because I don't have the right connections. So do whatever you fucking want with me tonight. As long as I still get paid, it doesn't make any difference."
"Fine. He'll pin you with the Zombie Driver."
"GREAT. Now fuck off while I inject myself with steroids."
"You can't...fuck's sake Brad, you can't...at least don't talk about it openly!"
"What are you going to do? Turn my character into a joke? OH, WAIT..."
"I'm trying to help you..."
"Fuck. Off."
Charlie slammed the door behind him. Brad punched in the mirror. He lost to Zombie King after ten minutes of comedy action. The kids in the arena loved it. The few serious wrestling fans there groaned. Brad still go paid.
"Brad, you're booked to do it."
"I'm a serious wrestler!"
"Everyone here is a serious wrestler."
"You know what I mean, Charlie. It's my gimmick. I'm wrestling personified. I take myself seriously, that's my character."
"And Zombie King's character is that he's the king of zombies. You have to act scared of him..."
"No..."
"Everyone acts scared of him! He's the king of zombies, for Christ's sake!"
"Right, and I'm wrestling personified. I'm deadly serious at all times. When faced by the king of zombies, I'd do what I do best. I'd wrestle."
"Look, you'll still wrestle him..."
"But I have to act scared the whole match! And he just sits up from all my moves..."
"That's his thing! You can't expect Zombie King to change for you!"
"But I have to change for him?"
"Look, we're in the entertainment business. Your character is serious, fine. But there's kids out there who are big Zombie King fans. They deserve to be entertained. You will act scared."
"Fuck off!"
"Do you want me to go the boss on this?"
"Do what you want!"
"You really don't want me to go to the boss..."
"Do whatever you fucking want!"
"Brad, come no...just do it. You still go to win the match!"
"By disqualification, after Zombie King bites the referee!"
"Exactly!"
"It's just...it's not meant to be this way."
"Look, you're young, you'll get your big break soon, just have to pay your dues."
"I'm nearly thirty."
"That's young! I was thirty five when I made the main event!"
"And you didn't stay there long."
"Harsh, Brad. Want me to change it to a pinfall loss?"
"Do whatever you fucking want. Job me out to Zombie King, job me to his Zombie Midget. I don't give a fuck. I'm the best wrestler on the roster. You know that, everyone knows it. But I'll never make it to the top because I don't have the right connections. So do whatever you fucking want with me tonight. As long as I still get paid, it doesn't make any difference."
"Fine. He'll pin you with the Zombie Driver."
"GREAT. Now fuck off while I inject myself with steroids."
"You can't...fuck's sake Brad, you can't...at least don't talk about it openly!"
"What are you going to do? Turn my character into a joke? OH, WAIT..."
"I'm trying to help you..."
"Fuck. Off."
Charlie slammed the door behind him. Brad punched in the mirror. He lost to Zombie King after ten minutes of comedy action. The kids in the arena loved it. The few serious wrestling fans there groaned. Brad still go paid.
