Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 17:05:55 GMT
Our scene opens to buzzing. the camera turns, it can be seen that it's a honey farm and for miles, wooden beehives line the grass. From the side, a figure donned in the protective gear walks into the scene.
“Hello RSdubers! It's me, your ray of Sunshine, Sammi.”
She waves.
“Even though it's hard to be sure, right? You all might be wondering why I'm here, well it's part of my promo, obviously but I want to use these bees to make a point.”
She lifts her hands to show all the black and yellow on her arms.
“These are worker bees. They just gather the pollen and bring it back to the hive. They are about a dime a dozen.”
She walks to one of the wooden hives where an employee lifts up one of the honeycombs.
“These are drones. They take care of the inside, and have no stingers.”
She points to a larger insect amongst them all.
“The Queen. Vital to the survival of the colony yet is stuck inside the hive. Her job is basically to lay eggs. She does nothing else and the worker bees will stop at nothing to protect her.”
She turns back to the camera, and moves away so she can remove the netting.
“I know it's not a perfect analogy but there are similarities between a bee colony and RSW. You have the worker bees, they buzz around, saying they are doing it for the betterment of the hive but they still have stingers, still have their own motives. Then the drones. They live to serve the queen. And of course the queen, the figure head that really doesn't do anything except produce more drones. I imagine I don't have to name any names when talking about RSW. But I do have to tie in my opponents.”
She sits on the grass.
“Bear & Hanalei are worker bees. They talk about revolution and how it's for the betterment of RSW. Don't get me wrong, I totes-ily admire what they're doing but they still serve the queen just as much as the drones. It's just not obvious. They still play her games, fall into traps. Why does it always have to be so cut and dry? We're the good guys and they're the bad guys? I hate to break it to you, but there is never a clear cut white and black scenario. That being said, I suppose I should say what I am. I'm not part of it. I don't view this company... Scratch that, I don't view wrestling the same way that most of the roster does. I am not here to just, do a job. This is my passion, my life. I would do this without a single cent if I had too. That's how much I LOVE this. And while people want to put me down, make fun of my positivity, treat me with disdain I still remain as strong as ever. In fact, I’m stronger with every day. Bear claims that after one match he has me figured out? A match that had extenuating circumstances to boot... Well that's just silly. The statistics don't lie. I am still the fastest, the most agile and know my opponents. Just remember, Bryce had to use the ropes to keep me down. That won't happen this time.”
She waves as the scene fades.
***
:::OFF CAMERA:::
“Why are we stopping at a cemetery?”
Zach looks confused as Sammi pulls her rental car into the cemetery. She looks at him with a compassionate smile.
“There's someone you need to make peace with. I know you might totesily get mad at me but it will help. With everything.”
Sammi gets out of the car, a single rose in her hands and walks up a path. With hesitation Zach follows, he knows it's not going to be like when he had her follow him a few days ago. When he gets there, he's only half surprised by the name on the marker. Sammi has placed the rose, kisses her lips with her fingers and presses it to the stone. It touches Zach in a way he did not fully understand.
CILLIAN FITZPATRICK COUGHLAN
MAY 25, 1943 - NOVEMBER 17, 2015
“May the road rise up to meet you...”
“I’ll let you two talk.”
Sammi kisses his cheek and walks away. Zach steps forward, hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Hello, Grandfather..”
