| Subject: Judgment Day |
Author:
Eric Mega
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Date Posted: 05:50:17 01/18/02 Fri
{The scene opens at one of the Windy City’s many Ford car dealerships. As the camera pans around the packed car lot looking at the variety of Ford cars and trucks, the camera spots Eric Mega conversing with what appears to be one of the car salesman. Mega is wearing a knee length leather jacket, a pair of light brown khakis, and a pair black white and red Answer VII shoes. When the camera spots Mega it begins to zoom in and once the camera is focused perfectly on Mega and the salesman, the sound cues in.}
Salesman: What exactly are you looking for Mr. Mega?
Eric Mega: Basically anything that moves.
{The salesman and Mega begin walking through the lot, as the salesman starts to point out the different cars to Mega.}
Salesman: Well in that case, take a look over at our new Eclipse’s.
{Mega takes a look at the Eclipse, looks at the salesman and begins to laugh.}
EM: Now come on…how could you insult me like that? I come here instead of going to Cadillac and this is what you offer. A fucking go-kart? Answer me this, how would I look showing up to the HWA Arena in an Eclipse? Honestly?
Salesman: Well how about the new 2002 Explorer?
{The salesman and Mega head over to a brand new, tinted out, black 2002 Explorer. The look in Mega’s eyes is that of awe. Mega immediately hops into the driver’s seat and gets the feel of the truck.}
EM: This is nice.
Salesman: How about a test drive?
{Mega jumps at the sound of this offer, and instantly starts to grin as he answers the salesman.}
EM: Hell yeah!
Salesman: Okay…then let me go get the keys and we get this show on the road.
{The salesman walks into the building to get the keys as Mega situates himself a little better as the salesman comes back to the car.}
Salesman: Ready Mr. Mega?
{Mega nods yes as the salesman hands him the keys. Mega cranks up the engine and speeds out of the lot. The salesman gets a little nervous as Mega increases the speed, while he tries to fasten his seat belt.}
Salesman: Don’t you think your going a little fast Mr. Mega?
EM: I need driving lessons from you, now?
Salesman(mumbling under his breath): Well it could help.
EM: What was that?
{The salesman shrugs his shoulders to say nothing. After Mega drives for a few more miles the salesman starts to get a little hesitant and asks Mega to head back to the lot.}
Salesman: So how do you like the truck Mr. Mega?
EM: This will work. I love it! How much?
Salesman: Well Mr. Mega, for you lets say $60,000 for the whole package.
{The engine begins to roar as Mega floors it going down the highway.}
EM: Hey. What’s that over there?
{Mega points and looks out the passenger side window, as the salesman looks out the window out of nowhere Bloody Mary smacks him square in the face. At the point of contact the salesman is busted wide open and screaming in agony.}
Salesman(screaming in agony): Ahhhhh…what the fuck! Are you crazy!
{Mega takes a quick glimpse at the salesman, smirks, and begins to un-buckle the salesman’s seat belt. Mega hits the salesman again and this time knocks him unconscious. Once the salesman is unconscious Mega opens the passenger side door and pushes him out the truck into oncoming traffic, and then closes the door and keeps on trucking. As he continues up the highway, he pulls out Newport and uses the car lighter to light it. After lighting his cigarette he begins to speak while never taking his eyes off the road.}
EM: You know I really didn’t want to do that, but I’ll be dammed if I’m going to be dicked around by some low-life car salesman. You hear me? I mean I ask this clown how much he’d sale me this truck, and he tells me $60,000. Now come on folks…everybody knows these cheap ass Explorer’s couldn’t cost that damn much. Not in a million years! I probably just did the world a favor, so considering that fact my previous actions are quite justifiable. Anyway let me move onto my HWA happenings, because tomorrow night I’m going to be finishing the work I started last Friday. This week on Fear I’m going to be taking on the same man who just Tuesday I split a win with. A man who should be bowing at the feet of the Mega Man, a man who I put over Tuesday night, because if not for me helping this man make Mystic submit…he would’ve probably went through the rest of his pitiful career without another win. In fact John Taylor, you should be calling me your savior, because I may have saved your worthless ass from further embarrassment and humiliation in the world of wrestling. But hey that was then and this is now, and since you seem so ungrateful when a person does you a favor from the bottom of their hearts…I’m going to have to make you grateful. Friday night Taylor I’ll make you thank me, but not for letting you bask in my glory Tuesday…nah, because that’s history now. Instead you’ll be thanking the Mega Man for sparing your life and your career, because regardless of what type of match it is I’m going to hurt you…I’m going to punish you…I’m going to torture you. And yes I know it seems like déjà vu, me telling you all this, but see last time we had that impartial variable fucking shit up. This time though will be so different, no Mystic, no barriers, no remorse, and no excuses. Nowhere run…nowhere to hide, just me you and the ref in the ring. Nobody else. Can you handle that Johnny Boy? Will you stand up and take your beating like a man, or will you walk off with your tail between you legs like a bitch? I’m ready, are you?
{Mega takes his final pull off his cigarette, plucks the butt out the window, and places Bloody Mary in the passenger seat. He continues to speak.}
EM: I’ve noticed some weaknesses in your game over the last two weeks. For one I think your fucking your best friends, but that’s neither here nor there. Then you’re training for matches against me with woman. Are you crazy dog? I don’t know what going through your mind, but look there’s no way that bitch could prepare you for me. She’s a woman, I’m the Mega Man of Wrestling, there’s no comparison. Another thing is I get the feeling you think you can out wrestle me, for some odd reason unknown to man, but if that is the case let me be the first to inform you that you can’t. Plain and simple, it’s not possible. Now, okay sure sometimes I might catch a person off guard, and yeah that might be looked at as immoral but who gives a fuck about that. You see it as a cowardly act, I see it for what it really is, and that’s a method used during the Art of War: The Element of Surprise. That’s why your mind should never be at ease on the battlefield, but I’ll save that for a later lesson to be taught Friday night. I’ll see you there Johnny Boy.
{With that said Mega gives the cameraman the signal to cut the signal and the scene fades to black.}
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