NYU 0 Report post Posted September 28, 2006 The scene cuts to the locker room where the OAOAST World Heavyweight Champion Drek Stone is methodically taping his right wrist. The fans instinctively break out into a wild chorus of boos as Drek slowly wraps the athletic tape around his arm, over and over. Once he’s content with the job he’s done, he shifts over and begins taping his left wrist. In the midst of this project though, Hoff steps into the room. HOFF Drek, what the hell are you doing? DREK Getting ready. HOFF Getting ready for what? You’re changing into your wrestling gear, but you don’t even have a match tonight! With a grin, Drek stops wrapping the tape around his arm for a second. DREK That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get ready for a battle anyway, of course. He then looks down and starts once again. HOFF Drek, I’m getting a little worried here. Have you even started thinking about a strategy for this Sunday? DREK Heh. HOFF Heh? DREK Hoff, are you joking? We don’t need a strategy. It’s real simple. You don’t ever throw in that towel and we don’t ever lose this match. That’s it! I’ll fight with PRL until the crystal ball drops in Times Square and we’re celebrating New Year’s Eve 2010. As long as you don’t throw in that towel, the Heavyweight belt is staying with me. HOFF Now I know you’re smarter than this. DREK Oh, you’d be surprised. HOFF Let me put it to you this way. I’m not going to watch my only friend in the OAOAST turn into a cripple on Sunday. If PRL destroys you at World Without End – and I mean, he really has you down and out – I’m throwing in that towel. DREK NO! Drek takes his roll of masking tape and angrily flings it across the room. DREK You are NOT to throw in your towel at ANY cost. You understand?! HOFF If… DREK No! There are no exceptions! I don’t care what PRL does. If he starts swinging an axe like he’s CWM the Lumberkjack and chops off both my legs, so be it. If he straps me down to a chair and forces me to watch AND understand that entire storyline between Rick Edwards and Father, let him! HOFF That WAS really confusing, I have to admit. DREK And I don’t care if PRL forces me to wear a pair of Coke-bottle eyeglasses and turns me into Schaeffer II: Electric Boogaloo. No matter what, you do NOT throw in that towel. You have no reason to do it. Have you really forgotten just how much of a bastard I’ve been to you in the past? HOFF I thought we agreed to put everything in the past behind us. DREK Well, for one night – and one night only – I want you to remember everything. Hoff, you should WANT to see me get ripped apart. You should WANT to hear me screaming in agony. To see the blood dripping off my forehead. Think about it. How much have I put you through in the past? HOFF Don’t remind me. DREK Come on. Think about it. I’ve left you laying unconscious more times in the ring that I care to remember. I screwed you out of winning my Heavyweight Title not once but twice! One of which was in your OWN hometown! HOFF Believe me, I haven’t forgotten that. DREK I’ve banged chairs over your gigantic melon of a skull and given you so many concussions that I heard even Troy Aikman once said “Damn, that brother needs to take better care of his head.” The crowd collectively boos since we are, of course, in Austin – and not that Austin fans as a whole necessarily cheer for the Dallas Cowboys, but we’ll pretend Texas is just one big happy state. So, yeah. Booooooooooo. HOFF Yeah, I know. DREK Come on Hoff. There’s been so many times I’ve hurt you and embarrassed you in the ring. In the locker room. In the parking lot. From state to state, all around America. From New York to Minneapolis to Los Angeles to Houston. We’ve battled all over the nation and each time, I tried to end your career. So don’t you TELL ME that at World Without End, you don’t want me to see what’s coming to me. I want you to be LOOKING FORWARD to potentially seeing me get my ass kicked. I want you to be cheering for PRL even more than Popick is. I want you to love EVERY SINGLE SECOND of my torture so that you don’t ever try to bring it to its end! Are you with me, Hoff?! I’ve kicked your ass SO MANY TIMES BEFORE…shortened your career by who the hell knows how many years…solely kept you from achieving your true legacy in the record books…have single-handedly turned you into one of the most hated superstars in the OAOAST history by simply aligning myself with you… HOFF I really don’t think I like you much at all anymore. DREK THAT’S THE SPIRIT! And now I KNOW you’re ready for World Without End! Come on, my man. Drek puts his arm around Hoff’s neck and begins walking out of the locker room with him. DREK We got some work to do. And now we cut back to the ring. Or another backstage area. Whatever makes PK’s life easier. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
