Post by theaccountant on May 15, 2020 2:51:50 GMT -5
(The scene opens with the camera zoomed in on a television screen that is replaying the Eli Martin vs. Jamo vs. Accountant triple threat match from the last Tuesday Night Titans show. After showing the finish of the match where Eli Martin had Jamo in the Sharpshooter and the Accountant locked Jamo in a crossface, the video is paused. The camera slowly zooms out to show the back of a man's head who is leaned back in a leather office chair watching it, with the individual holding a remote control for the DVD player that is playing the match. The individual has slicked back black hair and the camera slowly pans around to show the Accountant, calmly seated and staring ahead. The Accountant is wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and blue tie. As usual, spectacles hang off of his nose. The Accountant stretches his wrists for a brief moment and begins to speak)
"Last Tuesday night marked the first step on the Accountant's journey back up the SFT ladder. I came prepared for Titans, having calculated a lot of possible outcomes and scenarios, but what I did not account for was the referee's blatant decision not to continue the triple threat match or eliminate Jamo once Eli Martin and myself showed that he was found unworthy of gracing the ring with his presence. How often does one even see a three-way match end just because one of the participants does not continue? The ruling of this match was an outrage of justice, and the best part is that I did not see Mr. Integry himself, Eli Martin, demand that the match continue. The same man who told us prior to last Tuesday night that it was time to "reach out or tap out" must have feared tapping out to yours truly or else he would have gotten into the face of the referee and demanded that the match be ordered to continue.
"So Mr. Martin, we find ourselves going into this Tuesday night to settle unfinished business. Entreprenuer Richard Branson once said that 'Business opportunities are like buses, there is always another one coming.' And I would argue that maxim applies to you and I. While we thought our business with each other would reach its peak last week, we are once again pitted against each other and this time there is something else on the horizon as a carrot to entice us to rip each other's throats out: the number one contendership to Reaper's Hardcore title. Now I do not know about you, but hardcore wrestling has never been what I am famous for. Sure, I have been a former hardcore champion but it is not a style that I appreciate or condone. And maybe you see things the same way. As a former cage fighter, you do appreciate good submission wrestling, of that I am confident, Mr. Martin, so doesn't the hardcore title strike you as something beneath your abilities? As far as I am concerned, the hardcore title represents a period of professional wrestling's past that it had be better off forgetting. There is nothing grand or glorious about putting another man through a table or bashing him with a zillion weapons shots. Then again, you are new here Mr. Martin, and maybe you would like to take the hardcore title into the twenty-first century. You are probably naive of what that style can do to careers and probably jumped for joy at the opportunity to wrestle for that time should you get past me. But do not see me as some kind of gatekeeper to the Hardcore title, Mr. Martin, because I am something far from it.
"As I sit back and watch our match from Titans, sitting here taking copious notes on my legal pad, I have to admit that you wrestled with a lot of vigor last week. The spinebuster that you gave me halfway through the match rattled my senses enough to the point that I am just now recovering. But you make a big rookie mistake on Tuesday night that I think will cost you dearly when we square off one-on-one: you failed to cover your backdoor. You thought near the end of the match you had Jamo all alone and you could hook in that Sharpshooter - my move by the way - and win the match via submission. Where did you think I was? Taking a nap on the floor? Crunching some fat guy's taxes in the first row? I saw that Jamo had very little left to give. We worked him over pretty good. And using my veteran wits I locked in my very own submission. In my opinion, the referee should have declared ME the sole winner of the match because it was the painful edge of my crossface that finally made Jamo tap out. Your Sharpshooter was not going to be enough to get the job done, so it took the additional pain that a great technical combatant like myself can inflict to end the match. Sadly, the referee's delusion about what actually happened caused the match to be a draw. And you see Mr. Martin, all of this could have been avoided on your end if you left a downed Jamo alone pre-Sharpshooter and concentrated your attack on me. You counted me out, Mr. Martin. You thought I was done like Jack Jones a few weeks prior. Well, you calculated incorrectly.
"So we both ride small undefeated streaks into this Tuesday night, Mr. Martin. You stand at a nice 2-0 and I am sitting on an 1-0 record. Something has to give, it MUST give so that we can both move on. You have likened yourself to something akin to a superhero, saying that real men 'stand against injustice and tyranny.' But what injustice do you speak of? When I knocked Jack Jones' head into the third row a few weeks back with my Halliburton attack? There was no injustice there. Mr. Jones can handle his own battles and as a former SFT world champion should be able to take care of himself. The injustice of giving more pain to Jamo on Titans at the end of the match? That merely ended things, something that as I have said before you were unable to do. A man who claims to fight for everything is a man that fights for nothing. Remember that when I make you an example to the world and expose you for the fraud you are."
(The Accountant takes his spectacles off and looks fiercely into the camera)
"I AM THE BEST DAMN TAX MAN IN WASHINGTON D.C., and the worst audit of your life is about to take place, Eli Martin. This unfinished business between us WILL be finished, with me moving on and you regressing back to where you came from."
(The camera slowly fades to black as the Accountant moves to hit the rewind button so he can continue taking notes on a yellow legal pad that he grabs from a table beside him)
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