Post by theaccountant on Jun 28, 2020 4:11:56 GMT -5
(The scene opens with the Accountant leaning on a black Mercedes in a darkened parking lot, lit only by some tall street lamps that project light below. The whole scene has a black background and a bluish haze that seems to come from the light reflecting off of the pavement below. It is unclear exactly where he is, but the scene is urban as the lights of many tall buildings can be seen over the horizon. The Accountant is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. His black hair is slicked back and his spectacles hang off the edge of his nose. The Accountant takes a moment to look over his surroundings before leaning back on the car and beginning to speak to the camera)
"So here we are, hours before the second round of the Lethal Lottery. As expected, I managed to make a temporary alliance with the company's resident drunk, Rumpke, and we vanquished our first set of challengers in the tournament. Of course, it came with a price as I'm still reeling from the shot Rumpke gave me early in the bout when I tried to get him to stop drinking and focus on the task at hand. But I have to hand it to his ingenuity to win the match when Eli Martin and myself had business to attend to in the crowd as we fought to the backstage area. Rumpke is gone from the tournament, though, as he would rather go into another drunken stupor than have a chance to be the SFT World Champion, which is a behavior I could have called and expected if someone asked me what I thought his chances were going forward. For this next round, the luck of the draw has handed me a man with significant accomplishments: Emerson Embry. The company's reigning world champion who goes out there with a target on his back every single time he shows up to an arena. Now why a man like Emerson would want to put his career at risk in the Lethal Lottery baffles me. After all, this is a guy who already has everything that I am after. Yes, I do want your world title, Emerson, but I think we can patch together a temporary alliance just like Rumpke and I managed to do. I cannot win the title for you in this match, so how about we just let any future altercations not cloud our ability to team up and get to the semi-finals of this tournament?
"When the pairings were released for the latest round of the Lethal Lottery, I could not help but shake my head. Because Rumpke decided he could not be bothered to continue, the company put ELI MARTIN BACK IN THE TOURNAMENT. Seriously? Did Rumpke and I not already show that this guy was nowhere in our league? This guy who claims to fight for the people and says he is a man of integrity now gets to play double elimination while the rest of us have no margin for error. Talk about a hypocrite. And don't be fooled by this charlatan's words, SFT, because I am sure that Mr. Martin will try to tell you that he had no choice about getting plugged back in the tournament and this is some big surprise to him. In reality, I am sure that Mr. Martin is upset he could not get away with legal homicide against me as we brawled into the parking lot at the last show and he went to the SFT brass and demanded he get back into the mix against me. So here we stand. This match might be under tag team rules, Mr. Martin, but I have my eyes squarely fixed on you. The Hardcore title that you wear around your waist is completely illegitimate. You did not beat me fairly to get a shot at it, and when I keep trying to get you to sit down and sign a contract to get it away from you, I have been rebuffed at every turn. Run as you might, Mr. Martin, your time to stay away from me is winding down. You have have two weeks to prepare, but the time to audit your ass is near and whatever Emerson does not take care of, I am prepared to mop up, stamp, and file away.
"And in addition to Mr. Martin, Emerson and I face off with Robert Saints. I have never had the privilege of stepping into the ring with this multi-generational talent, but I cannot say that I am impressed. The man does not even understand what I do for a living! An investment banker? When have people EVER seen the Accountant walking into a bank? No, Mr. Saints, the Accountant is someone that is ABOVE the banks. I supervise them, I look at their books, and I make sure that they are living up to the standards of the law set by the United States federal government. I know that you have had some issues with Emerson recently, so maybe my new tag team partner jostled whatever brain cells you still have left around in your head to the point that you cannot remember one of the more accomplished wrestlers this company has ever seen. Then again, judging off of your appearance along, you do not impress me very much, Mr. Saints. For a multi-generational wrestler, you still have not climbed to the top of the SFT mountain whereas someone like me that did not have daddy or granddaddy handing me my place has achieved an equal level of success here. Furthermore, your tattoos and look are a disgrace to the people who built this great sport. This is not some weird Halloween carnival. Serious business happens here! And I am sure that Mr. Martin is thrilled to team with someone of such low character. The divide you two is even bigger than what I face with Emerson because I can also tell you are a loose cannon and someone that a lot of people have a hard time getting along with. Threatening your partner in a segment? You try to pull a Viper Cutter on me this Tuesday, I will just push you away, lock you in the Audit, and Emerson and I will be advancing to the next round!"
(The Accountant takes off his spectacles and looks fiercly into the camera)
"I AM THE BEST DAMN TAX MAN IN WASHINGTON, D.C. and this Tuesday. the Accountant will be moving on to the next round of the Lethal Lottery. It is time for my destiny here to be realized and I will be taking one final step toward achieving that when I next step in the ring. Nuff' said."
(The Accountant puts his spectacles back on, straightens himself and his suit, and then opens the car door. He gets comfortable in the driver's seat, turns the car's ignition, and drives off into the darkness as the camera shows his tail lights until he turns the corner at the next block)
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