Post by Sean Parker on Aug 3, 2023 15:15:08 GMT
BACKSTAGE - TEN MINUTES AFTER SEAN PARKER DEF. JACK MORRISON
Sean: Fuck! Fucking bellend, man! Really rung my bell after that fucking elbow!
Sean staggers backstage to the media suite of the arena following Mayhem. He tries to get his bearings, almost collapsing into the advertising boards behind him. Eventually he manages to stand up straight, reaching down and grabbing a bottle of water. He chugs the cold liquid back before emptying it's contents over his head. He runs his hands through his now saturated blonde hair.
Sean: So...Looks like I got under your skin after all, Jacky boy, eh?
Sean manages a smile as he leans forward, pressing the palms of his hands on the tops of his thighs. He then lowers himself and takes a seat. He rests one leg outstretched and the other with the knee bent, his arm holding the empty bottle of water resting atop it. He takes a couple of big breaths before looking at the camera, continuing.
Sean: What was it, Jack? Hm? Was it me taking you through your up-and-down journey in Zion? Calling you out on all your bullshit? Predicting you'd try and use me to make your own statement and that you're done playing games? Was it you thinking you were going to run rough-shot on me and me being your proverbial monkey in the wrench? Your fly in the ointment? The pain in your arse? I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?
Sean reaches up and rubs the back of his head, still feeling a little jaded before he smiles but the[smile disappears just as quickly.
Sean: You know...I should be happy tonight... two wins out of two in a promotion, by comparison, I'm pretty new in....but I'm not...this room's spinning worse than the day after a night on the sauce..but you know something, Jack? We've got more in common that I originally thought... we both underestimated each other tonight. You took your eye off the ball when you did what you do best and that's bump your gums about things aren't fair and I took advantage.... Me? I was too caught up in revelling in victory to notice you would do exactly what I predicted you'd try and do and that's make an example out of me... and both of us came up away with big W's.
Except the difference is... I'm a winner, you're just a wanker, mate. You know, I came to Zion to prove I'm up there with the best, to set the cat among the pigeons... and yeah, l've got two wins out of two but Zoey Madison doesn't think I'm quite ready for any title picture yet... that's fine... I'm not on any of the champions' or big guns' radars just yet...your Kara Carbajal's, your RKO's, your Ricky Rodriguez's and you know what? That's fine too…
Sean leans back against the advertising boards behind him that are emblazoned with the Splat network logo as well as those of Zion and Mayhem.
Sean:… Because if I have to deviate the path my destiny has set me on to put your arse in its place, then so be it... because from the clouds to the canvas…..everyone falls to the King of the Skies! I'll see you again soon, Jack, vou can be sure of that!
Sean pulls himself off the ground and walks off-screen, still tentatively holding the back of his head as the scene fades to black.
Sean: Fuck! Fucking bellend, man! Really rung my bell after that fucking elbow!
Sean staggers backstage to the media suite of the arena following Mayhem. He tries to get his bearings, almost collapsing into the advertising boards behind him. Eventually he manages to stand up straight, reaching down and grabbing a bottle of water. He chugs the cold liquid back before emptying it's contents over his head. He runs his hands through his now saturated blonde hair.
Sean: So...Looks like I got under your skin after all, Jacky boy, eh?
Sean manages a smile as he leans forward, pressing the palms of his hands on the tops of his thighs. He then lowers himself and takes a seat. He rests one leg outstretched and the other with the knee bent, his arm holding the empty bottle of water resting atop it. He takes a couple of big breaths before looking at the camera, continuing.
Sean: What was it, Jack? Hm? Was it me taking you through your up-and-down journey in Zion? Calling you out on all your bullshit? Predicting you'd try and use me to make your own statement and that you're done playing games? Was it you thinking you were going to run rough-shot on me and me being your proverbial monkey in the wrench? Your fly in the ointment? The pain in your arse? I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?
Sean reaches up and rubs the back of his head, still feeling a little jaded before he smiles but the[smile disappears just as quickly.
Sean: You know...I should be happy tonight... two wins out of two in a promotion, by comparison, I'm pretty new in....but I'm not...this room's spinning worse than the day after a night on the sauce..but you know something, Jack? We've got more in common that I originally thought... we both underestimated each other tonight. You took your eye off the ball when you did what you do best and that's bump your gums about things aren't fair and I took advantage.... Me? I was too caught up in revelling in victory to notice you would do exactly what I predicted you'd try and do and that's make an example out of me... and both of us came up away with big W's.
Except the difference is... I'm a winner, you're just a wanker, mate. You know, I came to Zion to prove I'm up there with the best, to set the cat among the pigeons... and yeah, l've got two wins out of two but Zoey Madison doesn't think I'm quite ready for any title picture yet... that's fine... I'm not on any of the champions' or big guns' radars just yet...your Kara Carbajal's, your RKO's, your Ricky Rodriguez's and you know what? That's fine too…
Sean leans back against the advertising boards behind him that are emblazoned with the Splat network logo as well as those of Zion and Mayhem.
Sean:… Because if I have to deviate the path my destiny has set me on to put your arse in its place, then so be it... because from the clouds to the canvas…..everyone falls to the King of the Skies! I'll see you again soon, Jack, vou can be sure of that!
Sean pulls himself off the ground and walks off-screen, still tentatively holding the back of his head as the scene fades to black.
