Post by Evan Harrison on Oct 3, 2011 17:58:02 GMT -5
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Our cameras cut to the backstage area, but it is not the typical ACW camera. It is the Heir-Cam, which had been "out of action" since Evan's departure in the winter. Harrison is standing in his locker room, hunched over, one hand on his lower abdomen, the other hand pouring the remnants of a bottle of water over his head. He tosses the bottle into the trash can and turns, looking at the camera.
"The thing I hate about nut shots? It's a creeper; the pain slowly travels up. HOW unfortunate."
"Mr. Harrison. You just lost to Nate. How's it feel?"
"Incredibly discouraging because I think I'm the only person I met this week that took him seriously. I won't make excuses... This sport is about opportunities. I don't like how Nate won-- that was -ACW Forced Censored- dirty-- but he saw an opportunity and he took it. I can't get mad; I called him out for not taking opportunities just a few days ago."
"Um, he waited til the ref's back was turned and proceeded to kick you in the scrotum. On top of that, he hooked your tights on the pin. You call that opportunity? I call it robbery."
"It's whatever. Bring that camera over here. I have something to say."
The camera moves closer to Evan who stands upright now and takes a serious tone.
"Congratulations, Nate. You won. But I can play games too. How about we do this again in two weeks? In the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia... But in a no-disqualifications match. You agree, I take this to Jack, and I see if he can get that match signed."
"Kill'em!"
"I might have to. I'm losing credibility, Tyler. Come on. I know how to salvage this. Let's go make a Twitter."
"Let's dooooo iiiiiiiiiiiit."
Evan pushes the camera away and we cut to black, the last image we see being the scuffling of the Harrison' shoes over the concrete floors of the corridors.
Our cameras cut to the backstage area, but it is not the typical ACW camera. It is the Heir-Cam, which had been "out of action" since Evan's departure in the winter. Harrison is standing in his locker room, hunched over, one hand on his lower abdomen, the other hand pouring the remnants of a bottle of water over his head. He tosses the bottle into the trash can and turns, looking at the camera.
"The thing I hate about nut shots? It's a creeper; the pain slowly travels up. HOW unfortunate."
"Mr. Harrison. You just lost to Nate. How's it feel?"
"Incredibly discouraging because I think I'm the only person I met this week that took him seriously. I won't make excuses... This sport is about opportunities. I don't like how Nate won-- that was -ACW Forced Censored- dirty-- but he saw an opportunity and he took it. I can't get mad; I called him out for not taking opportunities just a few days ago."
"Um, he waited til the ref's back was turned and proceeded to kick you in the scrotum. On top of that, he hooked your tights on the pin. You call that opportunity? I call it robbery."
"It's whatever. Bring that camera over here. I have something to say."
The camera moves closer to Evan who stands upright now and takes a serious tone.
"Congratulations, Nate. You won. But I can play games too. How about we do this again in two weeks? In the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia... But in a no-disqualifications match. You agree, I take this to Jack, and I see if he can get that match signed."
"Kill'em!"
"I might have to. I'm losing credibility, Tyler. Come on. I know how to salvage this. Let's go make a Twitter."
"Let's dooooo iiiiiiiiiiiit."
Evan pushes the camera away and we cut to black, the last image we see being the scuffling of the Harrison' shoes over the concrete floors of the corridors.
