The scene opens up to Eric in Florida in a suit, he’s out in the beach with a single camera guy. Then he sets up the mic, and he fixes his nappy afro. Then he pulls out some tic tacs out of his pockets to chew on. Then he looks into the camera with much enthusiasm, as he speaks.
Eric: Yes, as you all may know by now that i’m the freak. Ever since i’ve gotten that call from JB or Tommy, my whole life has changed. I honestly don’t know how I feel, due to wanting to fulfill my dreams of being a wrestler. I’ve dabbled in yarding wrestling, and had like least then five months of training in the ring in my hometown here. So now, what I am going to do is ask a bunch of people in the street about if they know who Freak is, and what he should do to be the next main attraction in XWF, let’s GO!!
Then after different cuts of Eric trying to get people’s attention went south, he managed to see a middle aged, grey haired, beer bellied man with a missing tooth in his dirty white wifebeater, dirty jeans smoking a cig at a park away from the people. Eric comes up to him to speak with him.
Eric: Hello sir, may I ask you a question?
Durk Stranger: No… fuck off!
Eric: How come?
Durk Stranger: I said fuck off!… leave me alone!
Then the stranger is lighting up another cig, and tosses the one he was finished with on Eric’s face. Then he laughs at Eric, and he stood there unfazed by it.
Durk Stranger: How many times I have to tell to—
???: Billy Intergram, where the fuck are you!?!?
The stranger then looks around the area, and he see’s a girl in her late teens, looking all rough and beaten up, in her torn shirt and skirt, and barefoot. Then the stranger comes up to her, and slaps her.
Durk Stranger: Don’t you firkin dare curse at me, don’t you know i’m in a middle of a smoke break?
Then the teen looks at Eric and his camera guy.
???: Who the fuck is this?…Why he got a camera on you?… Is he a fed!?
Eric then tries to leave the scene, but the girl comes up to him and she’s strokes his arm. Then Eric felt a bit uncomfortable, and slightly pushes her off him.
Eric: Look, I am just wanting to see if you people know who The Freak is, and if you do what do you think on where he should lead into.
Billy then finally warmed up to answer his question, as he pulls out his six pack of beer and drinks one. Then the girl reaches into his pocket to see a picture of him donning the mask, and she gotten excited over it.
???: Oh Billy… Billy!.. he’s the one who managed to burn two people in a fire! He’s a sick son of a bitch, and we need a guy like him to be in our operations!
Eric: What operation?
???: Our prositution ring, we need a man like you to set things in order and—
Eric walks off from her, and we see montages of him asking various amount of people, and most of the soundbites were “Who?”… “a what?”… and “is that a sex position?” as Eric was determined to better this character he was given. As the day goes by, Eric ended up sitting alone at a greasy spoon joint, drinking some tea. Then his phone rings, and he see’s 506 number, and he awnsers it hesitantly.
Eric: Uh hello, who’s this?
Unknown: Don’t worry about me, i’m worried about you!
Eric: What the fuck are you talking about?
Unknown: Eric, you need me and I need you. We are meant to be one! I want to let you know, that I’ve seen you dressing up at a church last couple of days ago.
Eric: Wait… i thought it was closed set? How did you—-
Unknown: Don’t worry about it, Eric…or excuse me, Freak… I will continue to speak to you until we meet again.
Then the unknown caller hangs up, and Eric felt freaked out by it. So he ended up taking some more sips of his tea, and he looks into the window on the outside, thinking bout what lays ahead for him, as the scene closes off.
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Time to be serious.
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“You know, I wanted to really get a perspective from an outsider point of view on how this character should go, but it couldn’t be. It became a wired ass situation I wanted no piece of at all. So I had to leave that area, and give myself some tea to think on how long I can withstand as Freak. Everything that was stated in my last promo, is all basically how I truly feel as I walk into the shadow of the unknown. Will I know how it should all be?
Will it be all just a forgotten memory?
As I had sat at that diner, I had to look out that window, and slowly come to realize that I may not have a place within XWF, it’s always been that way since i’ve tried to have my voice heard. Now, it’s time for me to become that inane mother trucker since I saw John kissing Head Of Glimour’s mom on TV years ago. I knew deep deep deep down inside, I had to become a fighter, not a wrester. I had to fight to keep myself in high school, I had to fight to deal with being discriminated against due to my skin color. I even had to fight for being able to getting chance to be in XWF.
Within my mind, I knew that at somepoint I had to make a change, and a change I made might not be worth pot to piss in, but its for me to make that realization that I have to be a man. I was honored to be The Freak, I was even honored to shoot that promo in the church to let my voice be heard to the world. I was preaching to the pews, I was preaching for sake of wanting to let these people know; that they are following these false gods of XWF.
Now, I am not a reglious man… but I do have family members who grew up with those idologigies. Evil vs Good, Heaven vs Hell, The Devil Vs Jesus… the whole shebang in the scope of things within my own mind. You see people, as I The Freak is coming to face the devil himself named Greggo The Sarah’s cunt kisser in a flaming tables match. There is a reason why I wanted this match, and it’s not for the name recognition since Greggo isn’t a household name…
It isn’t for bragging rights, since there is nothing to be humble about bragging that I had to endure a pointless and out of nowhere stip that involves dildo..which is why I had to show those glass stained images of Ash in that.. well… you figure it out.
It isn’t even for the fact I want to shut him up…. he’s still going to be talking, and will never even have the curtesy to be quiet, when there are grown ups talking. If his own son had balls, he’d tell him to fuck off and ride the sunset with dick in his pants. So, as long Sarah’s own personal bitch assistant is on her payroll, then well fuck it.
What am I truly fighting him for?…
It’s just to add a body count of 1… no not really. I wanted to fight him, because he looks like a guy who needs a divine intervention of an ass whooping by The Freak. The flames are going to be hellfire waiting for him to engulf in. As his skin starts to boil, that dildo will end up somewhere where there is darkness… as he plea’s for The Freak to stop and make him squeal like pig in the woods. He doesn’t have to worry about telling anyone, after he become a shell of a former incarnate version of lost boy reject.
I always mention the whole 0-2 streak thing, and that streak shall be imprinted on the mind Greggo for as long he roams in the locker room, and parading his so called champion Sarah to those who doesn’t need a false prophet to listen to. Greggo is going to experience what the former multi time Heavymetalweight Champion Jim Jimson had to face last Relentless. He’s going to feel my freaky desires to permanently fuck him up in more ways than one.
As the clocks keep ticking..
As the world keeps on spinning…
There’ll always be a Freak…to be discrete… to the streets of pain and afterthought of regret.
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