Line In The Sand Dec 19, 2019 1:06:50 GMT -5
Post by ArchStanton on Dec 19, 2019 1:06:50 GMT -5
LINE IN THE SAND
*Moments after his STARZONE victory*
Arch Stanton rages backstage, barely through the curtain. He curses out loud as he trucks down the corridor. A few production assistants try to caution him about equipment being moved, but he doesn’t hear them. He tangles a foot in a few cables and drags a monitor off a nearby desk. He bumps a stagehand and shoves a box out of their hand. He kicks his leg against a door until the cables come loose.
He curses some more as he wanders into the main lobby. Confused security personnel try to contain him half-heartedly, but he evades them with ease. A line of people waiting for beer point and shout as he waves them off. He charges across the lobby into another backstage entrance. He looks around and swings a fist at every door, searching for the opposite locker room.
He forces his way into a bathroom and a few empty offices. He turns and kicks a catering table hard enough to break the leg. The table tilts sideways, spilling drinks and sandwiches onto the floor. A few officials finally catch up to him with security and try to speak reason to him. He turns and kicks a trashcan, sending it sailing out into the lobby. Security splits off to block curious fans while officials plead with Stanton.
He takes a last swing, cracking a dry-erase board. He steps back and takes a look around, hands on hips. He asks an official to grab his bag and heads back out to the lobby and out the main door.
As Stanton stands by his car, still in his gear and shirtless. Cameras catch up to him and ask for an interview. Arch smacks the hood of his hotrod Ford and barks into the lens.
“Campbell Chase! You played me a dirty trick a couple weeks back. You soapboxed on an’ on about bein’ a great wrestler from a great tradition. You said you’d out-wrestle me and class up the ring. When the goin’ got tough – you kicked a f*ckin’ Field Goal to put me down.
Now… I went on TV with the lovely Miss Abby – an’ I said I was gonna focus on Ben Maddox. I looked into the camera an’ I said I’d deal with you another night. ‘Cause TONIGHT was STARZONE, daddy – an’ I wasn’t gonna make my night about YOU..."
Arch shakes his head and spits on the pavement.
"But, I while I was tapin’ up my fists… while I was back there getting’ ready fer Ben Maddox, I took a look at what was happenin’ in the ring. I sawya, Campbell Chase! I heard the same bill a’ sale. I heard about the Sweet Science, about honor an’ respect. Then I peeked through that curtain an’ I sawya kickin’ d*ck again.
How much do you want me to take? I mean, Christ! Am I supposed to buy YOU as the sword-bearer of this business, when yer out there punchin’ pouch like a little b*tch? No. Sorry, pal – I AIN'T doin’ it.
I go down there, mad as hell, an’ take a coupla swings. You hit the hills. Fine. I think maybe we’re even. While I’m takin’ it to Maddox, you come saunterin’ back down to ringside. I came at you like a man earlier an’ you ran away. Now you wanna come back? Whatever, baby – I put Maddox down fer the count. I turn 'round to address you – so we can do whatever it is you pranced out here for… an’ you high tail it once again.
Now you listen to me, you yella sunuvab*tch! I been in the trenches too long to be playin’ these types a’ games. You wanna come at ol’ Arch Stanton – you jus’ step across that line. You get within swingin’ reach a’ me one more time – an’ we’ll have ourselves a fair fight…”
The official returns with a gym bag and Stanton snatches it up.
“Let me tell you somethin’, daddy! Let me tell you somethin’, son! There ain’t NO QUIT in this old sunuvab*tch, an’ you been pokin’ me with a stick. That’s enough, fella – we ain’t playin’ no more!”
Stanton tears open the door of his car and gets inside. The engine roars to life. The stereo blares across the parking lot as Stanton heads back to Texas.