Post by Thomas Snow on Oct 25, 2019 13:11:14 GMT -5
The scene cuts to the stage.
Suddenly the lights go out as the heavy, metal instrumentals to "No Leaf Clover" by Metallica begin to play over the arena speakers.
After a few moments, a lone, white spotlight shines onto the center of the stage where Alex Snow slowly steps into it. He stands there, a large smirk on his face as the deafening boos from the crowd almost drown out the metal music playing overhead.
Alex begins a leisurely stroll down the ramp, the spotlight above him following every step of the way. He makes his way up the ring steps, wiping his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes.
The lights come up as he motions to the timekeeper's area for a microphone. A ringside technician runs one over to him, Snow ripping it from his hands. Snow raises the mic to his lips. The music fades away as he begins to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I hope you've been enjoying the show so far, I know I have. But it's about to get even better... or worse, depending on your point of view.
You see, I am a father. I'm a parent who is simply trying to do what is best for my son. I'm sure many of you in the audience can appreciate that, no?"
Alex is met with resounding boos from the crowd.
"I see... Well, I can understand that. Not everyone has what it takes to discipline their children as I do. You see, my son has been very disobedient lately, as you have clearly seen over the past number of weeks. I have done nothing but try to toughen him up so he can properly face the world for what it truly is but he refuses to listen to reason. So... he's left me no choice.
"There is a dark side to Thomas that he has blinded you all from. A secret that, if it got out, would destroy him and his career."
Another wave of boos from the Trinity faithful.
"But don't get me wrong! I'm not a bad guy! That's why I am going to give Thomas one more chance to come out here, get on his knees, and ask for forgiveness. After that, everything can go back to normal, he and I can prepare for his match later tonight, and we'll all live happily ever after. So Tommy boy, please come on out."
Alex waves his hand towards the entrance ramp, awaiting his son to emerge...
Nothing.
Alex clears his throat.
"I said... Come. Out. Thomas."
Nothing but "you suck" chants directed towards Alex.
"All right, he had his chance. I didn't want to have to do this but it seems that I'm left with no other-"
Alex is cut off by the opening to "Any Other Way" by We The Kings as Thomas Snow's entrance video begins playing on the tron.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Thomas walks out onto the stage. He quickly marches to the ring, staring daggers into his father all the way. He slides into the ring, getting into Alex's face.
"Ah, Thomas. I'm so glad you could-"
Thomas rips the microphone away from his father, eliciting another round of cheers from the crowd. Smirking, Alex heads for the ropes, motioning for another mic.
"As I was saying... I am so glad you've come to your senses. Now, let's get to it."
Thomas raises the mic to his lips to speak but the elder Snow holds his hand up to stop him.
"No no, not like this. Before you say anything to me, I want you to get down on your knees. Then, the only words out of your mouth will be you begging me to forgive you. You will beg me to assist you with your career. And then maybe, just maybe, I will consider it."
The jeering is deafening. The arena is almost vibrating with sound.
Thomas thinks for a moment. Begrudgingly, he slowly kneels down, drawing a wave of "no" chants from the crowd. Alex looks down at his son, an evil smile on his face.
"Now, repeat after me, we'll start off easy. 'Dad, I am so very sorry.'"
The "no" chants continue as Thomas stares at the ground. He raises the microphone to speak...
Before he sweeps Alex's legs out from under him, sending him falling backward. Thomas gets to his feet and stands over his father, who is now wearing a furious scowl. The crowd is roaring now, the "no" chants quickly change to "yes".
"You are DELUSIONAL if you think I want or even need your help. You've been nothing but a leech since I stepped foot in this place!"
Alex just looked on in stunned silence. He attempted to stand, but Thomas quickly pinned him down with a boot to his chest.
"I may not have a win lately, I may lose every match I ever compete in. But as long as you are nowhere near me, it will all be worth it."
Alex's sinister smirk returns.
"You know, Tom, I'm glad you feel that way. Because when these people find out you're-"
"I'm what? Gay? Big deal!"
The crowd bursts out in shock and approval. Alex's smile evaporates upon hearing the response.
"Yeah, I didn't want to make it public knowledge. I was worried about what people would think. But after giving my all to these fans and showing me nothing but gratitude in return, I quickly realized they would accept me no matter what. And from the sound of it, I was right.
"Now I'm going to go get ready for my match. You're going to leave, and that will be that. We won't see each other, we won't speak to each other."
Alex is fuming as Thomas looks around, soaking in the praise from the fans. He bends down to get into his father's face, this time Thomas is the one wearing the smirk.
"That is unless you beg me to forgive you. Then I might consider it."
"Any Other Way" plays again as Thomas drops his mic onto Alex's chest and exiting the ring.
Suddenly the lights go out as the heavy, metal instrumentals to "No Leaf Clover" by Metallica begin to play over the arena speakers.
After a few moments, a lone, white spotlight shines onto the center of the stage where Alex Snow slowly steps into it. He stands there, a large smirk on his face as the deafening boos from the crowd almost drown out the metal music playing overhead.
Alex begins a leisurely stroll down the ramp, the spotlight above him following every step of the way. He makes his way up the ring steps, wiping his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes.
The lights come up as he motions to the timekeeper's area for a microphone. A ringside technician runs one over to him, Snow ripping it from his hands. Snow raises the mic to his lips. The music fades away as he begins to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I hope you've been enjoying the show so far, I know I have. But it's about to get even better... or worse, depending on your point of view.
You see, I am a father. I'm a parent who is simply trying to do what is best for my son. I'm sure many of you in the audience can appreciate that, no?"
Alex is met with resounding boos from the crowd.
"I see... Well, I can understand that. Not everyone has what it takes to discipline their children as I do. You see, my son has been very disobedient lately, as you have clearly seen over the past number of weeks. I have done nothing but try to toughen him up so he can properly face the world for what it truly is but he refuses to listen to reason. So... he's left me no choice.
"There is a dark side to Thomas that he has blinded you all from. A secret that, if it got out, would destroy him and his career."
Another wave of boos from the Trinity faithful.
"But don't get me wrong! I'm not a bad guy! That's why I am going to give Thomas one more chance to come out here, get on his knees, and ask for forgiveness. After that, everything can go back to normal, he and I can prepare for his match later tonight, and we'll all live happily ever after. So Tommy boy, please come on out."
Alex waves his hand towards the entrance ramp, awaiting his son to emerge...
Nothing.
Alex clears his throat.
"I said... Come. Out. Thomas."
Nothing but "you suck" chants directed towards Alex.
"All right, he had his chance. I didn't want to have to do this but it seems that I'm left with no other-"
Alex is cut off by the opening to "Any Other Way" by We The Kings as Thomas Snow's entrance video begins playing on the tron.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Thomas walks out onto the stage. He quickly marches to the ring, staring daggers into his father all the way. He slides into the ring, getting into Alex's face.
"Ah, Thomas. I'm so glad you could-"
Thomas rips the microphone away from his father, eliciting another round of cheers from the crowd. Smirking, Alex heads for the ropes, motioning for another mic.
"As I was saying... I am so glad you've come to your senses. Now, let's get to it."
Thomas raises the mic to his lips to speak but the elder Snow holds his hand up to stop him.
"No no, not like this. Before you say anything to me, I want you to get down on your knees. Then, the only words out of your mouth will be you begging me to forgive you. You will beg me to assist you with your career. And then maybe, just maybe, I will consider it."
The jeering is deafening. The arena is almost vibrating with sound.
Thomas thinks for a moment. Begrudgingly, he slowly kneels down, drawing a wave of "no" chants from the crowd. Alex looks down at his son, an evil smile on his face.
"Now, repeat after me, we'll start off easy. 'Dad, I am so very sorry.'"
The "no" chants continue as Thomas stares at the ground. He raises the microphone to speak...
Before he sweeps Alex's legs out from under him, sending him falling backward. Thomas gets to his feet and stands over his father, who is now wearing a furious scowl. The crowd is roaring now, the "no" chants quickly change to "yes".
"You are DELUSIONAL if you think I want or even need your help. You've been nothing but a leech since I stepped foot in this place!"
Alex just looked on in stunned silence. He attempted to stand, but Thomas quickly pinned him down with a boot to his chest.
"I may not have a win lately, I may lose every match I ever compete in. But as long as you are nowhere near me, it will all be worth it."
Alex's sinister smirk returns.
"You know, Tom, I'm glad you feel that way. Because when these people find out you're-"
"I'm what? Gay? Big deal!"
The crowd bursts out in shock and approval. Alex's smile evaporates upon hearing the response.
"Yeah, I didn't want to make it public knowledge. I was worried about what people would think. But after giving my all to these fans and showing me nothing but gratitude in return, I quickly realized they would accept me no matter what. And from the sound of it, I was right.
"Now I'm going to go get ready for my match. You're going to leave, and that will be that. We won't see each other, we won't speak to each other."
Alex is fuming as Thomas looks around, soaking in the praise from the fans. He bends down to get into his father's face, this time Thomas is the one wearing the smirk.
"That is unless you beg me to forgive you. Then I might consider it."
"Any Other Way" plays again as Thomas drops his mic onto Alex's chest and exiting the ring.