"You mean to tell me that the most important debut in Rock and Roll Wrestling history is going to be a tag match!?"
Phoenix fumed marching back and forth in the locker room area while his manager Jason Stetson looked on nervously.
"Hey look, you were lucky to catch on with this gig man, you've been out of the ring for two years, nobody kn-"
Phoenix snapped his head around to fix Jason with a stare that backed the younger man up against a rocker a look of terror while he gave a bit of a shriek.
"Go ahead Jason, finish that sentence, I dare you."
Swallowing his words, with visible effort, Jason stood himself straight again looking Phoenix in the eyes as he straightened out his tie and tried to salvage the shreds of his dignity.
"You're back! Look, its what you wanted. They sent you packing all those years ago... a friggen Hall of Famer... and for what? Because you wouldn't play their little game? Now look at you, on your terms back and better than ever."
Phoenix eyed Jason for a moment, seeming to turn this idea over in his mind a few times as he glanced into the mirror. The battles of the past showed in his features, the faded WildCards t-shirt, the slight limp in his right leg, and he still felt pain in his shoulder whenever he rolled out of bed... but he WAS back.
"Yeah, I'm back. And a night that should be about ME... a night where I shove it all in their faces that they couldn't destroy me.. I'm getting shoved into the "new guys" match with a bunch of bottom shelf retards who couldn't wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag!"
"You're debuting at a pay per view..."
"And what about this guy they have me partnered with," Phoenix continued, "what is his deal? 'I am Pain...' 'I am emo, hear me bitch more like it!"
"The last one of the season..."
"Against a drug addict who isn't fit to carry my jock."
"He's not a drug addict!" Jason interrupted.
"Oh come on," Phoenix rolled his eyes dramatically, "The loser's name is Trent Acid, if he was any more blatant about it he'd be running around the locker room screaming about the little green men who were out to get him."
"Gah!" The young manager said.
"I did my best."
"Your best? Excuse me," Phoenix said as he walked over to Jason again, "did you just tell me the best you could do for me was an opening side show in a backwater promotion?! What do I pay you for."
"I-"
"Don't answer that! I tell you what I'm going to do Jason. I'm going to go out there and I'm going to destroy these wanna be clowns, all of 'em. And when its over with there's going to be NOBODY who doesn't understand what my being here means. You know what I'm going to do then Jason?"
He leaned down close to Jason his fingers clamping the young man's mouth closed to keep him from talking.
"Then, I might just have to make some more examples before the night is through... you have until I make it back here to find a good reason why you shouldn't be one of them..."
*fade*
Phoenix fumed marching back and forth in the locker room area while his manager Jason Stetson looked on nervously.
"Hey look, you were lucky to catch on with this gig man, you've been out of the ring for two years, nobody kn-"
Phoenix snapped his head around to fix Jason with a stare that backed the younger man up against a rocker a look of terror while he gave a bit of a shriek.
"Go ahead Jason, finish that sentence, I dare you."
Swallowing his words, with visible effort, Jason stood himself straight again looking Phoenix in the eyes as he straightened out his tie and tried to salvage the shreds of his dignity.
"You're back! Look, its what you wanted. They sent you packing all those years ago... a friggen Hall of Famer... and for what? Because you wouldn't play their little game? Now look at you, on your terms back and better than ever."
Phoenix eyed Jason for a moment, seeming to turn this idea over in his mind a few times as he glanced into the mirror. The battles of the past showed in his features, the faded WildCards t-shirt, the slight limp in his right leg, and he still felt pain in his shoulder whenever he rolled out of bed... but he WAS back.
"Yeah, I'm back. And a night that should be about ME... a night where I shove it all in their faces that they couldn't destroy me.. I'm getting shoved into the "new guys" match with a bunch of bottom shelf retards who couldn't wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag!"
"You're debuting at a pay per view..."
"And what about this guy they have me partnered with," Phoenix continued, "what is his deal? 'I am Pain...' 'I am emo, hear me bitch more like it!"
"The last one of the season..."
"Against a drug addict who isn't fit to carry my jock."
"He's not a drug addict!" Jason interrupted.
"Oh come on," Phoenix rolled his eyes dramatically, "The loser's name is Trent Acid, if he was any more blatant about it he'd be running around the locker room screaming about the little green men who were out to get him."
"Gah!" The young manager said.
"I did my best."
"Your best? Excuse me," Phoenix said as he walked over to Jason again, "did you just tell me the best you could do for me was an opening side show in a backwater promotion?! What do I pay you for."
"I-"
"Don't answer that! I tell you what I'm going to do Jason. I'm going to go out there and I'm going to destroy these wanna be clowns, all of 'em. And when its over with there's going to be NOBODY who doesn't understand what my being here means. You know what I'm going to do then Jason?"
He leaned down close to Jason his fingers clamping the young man's mouth closed to keep him from talking.
"Then, I might just have to make some more examples before the night is through... you have until I make it back here to find a good reason why you shouldn't be one of them..."
*fade*
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