Post by theaccountant on May 31, 2020 13:29:02 GMT -5
(The camera shows a bright city scape from a distance at night time, lit up by the electric lights of hundreds of buildings, including several large corporate towers. After taking a few moments to scan the horizon, the camera pulls back at a side angle and shows the Accountant seated in a black metal chair. The Accountant is dressed in a white dress shirt and blue tie, with black slacks accompanying it. He sits in a balcony, quietly looking at the cityscape in front of him. After cleaning his spectacles, he places them back on his nose and begins to speak)
"Tuesday night is quickly approaching, the time when I will get my revenge on Jack Jones for costing me my recent match with Eli Martin two weeks ago. As I scan this serene city tonight, I am reminded of how one's reflections can shape a life or even a career. Many years ago, I reflected on whether or not to join the SFT. We haggled back and forth about a contract, but when the i's were dotted and the t's were crossed, the SFT provided the best offer than any other company. Then, when I came into the locker room there were people giving me a stink eye, thinking that this professional from Washington, D.C. would be a flash in the pan and never amount of much. But slowly and surely I started that climb. First, it began with the television championship. Then it went to the hardcore championship. And then it went to the United States championship...only to all get cut off by the Great Recession of 2008 that plunged this country into a haven of tax cheats and self-interested vermin. It took me nearly a decade to climb out of all the work that was handed to us, but once again I arrive in the SFT and keep reflecting on where my career will lead me. I contemplate retirement because those around me have suggested it. But when I do so, I cannot help but reflect on how many stones have yet to be unturned and accomplishments that have yet to be achieved. I still have a lot of unfinished business left in the SFT, which is why I will be at Titans on Tuesday.
"Now Mr. Jones has been so kind as to tell me that we are somehow ghosts and that we are part of some bygone era of the SFT that is not coming back. But why does Mr. Jones say these things? Is it because he has lost a step and has gone from holding the highest prize in the company to serving as some kind of ceremonial gatekeeper for newcomers? Just because Mr. Jones had problems with Eli Martin when he debuted did not mean that the Accountant did. Need I remind you, Mr. Jones, that it took THREE men to beat me when I faced Eli Martin. How many did it take to put your shoulders down for the count....If I remember correctly, just one and that was Mr. Martin himself. It almost took the entire National Guard and the 82nd Airbone so that Mr. Martin could saunter his way into a hardcore championship match this Tuesday night. So yes, it would appear to nearly any astute observer that you have lost a step, but do not project your insecurities onto me. The Accountant is open for business and he is ready to audit every single member of this roster to unlock a clear path to the SFT World Championship. And that path will continue moving forward after Tuesday when I turn you into a bloody pulp in the ring courtesy of my Halliburton briefcase.
"Besides, Mr. Jones, are you not a little old to be believing in ghosts? Or is this another one of those rural, backward folk kinda ways of believing that have been purged out of a lot of our modern world? Get with the twenty-first century, when old standards have been relaxed and self-interest is the highest virtue in which one should aspire to. If anything is holding you back, Mr. Jones, it might be the very culture you represent. Think about it: several days go you were telling us about the virtues of working the land and getting up at 5 a.m. to go and milk cows. All of that work does not seem to be helping your wrestling career. Maybe you can try my routine of waking up at 6 a.m. and heading to the gym for a morning workout. Hit the mat to learn some submissions, hit a punching bag to build up power or do practically....ANYTHING to improve your station. You present yourself as a very assured man, Mr. Jones. One that is set in his ways and believes in them fully. But deep down, I sense some greater insecurities. And one of the biggest ones is that I think deep down you KNOW you are not ready for this Tuesday. You are too wrapped into your farm, your Bible, and your backcountry ways to have fully prepared yourself mentally for what we are both about to undertake. This is not a regular match. This is a match where whomever gets that Halliburton can use it to the fullest degree and potentially end the career of another. Have you contemplated that? Has it crossed your tiny mind? But if you do believe in your higher power, Mr. Jones, than you must also know this: the Kabbabish tribe in the Sudan believe that any interaction with another is due to God's plan. So we are destined to face each other, and possibly be blood enemies. God put you in my way, Mr. Jones, and I am prepared to take you out of it this Tuesday.
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(The Accountant takes off his spectacles and looks into the camera)
"I AM THE BEST DAMN TAX MAN IN WASHINGTON, D.C. and the only way you are leaving Titans, Mr. Jones, is on a stretcher. Nuff' said."
(The Accountant shifts his focus away from the camera after putting his spectacles back on his nose and he glances away at the city as the camera fades to black)
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