Unfair decisions.

[Rust Cohle]

The camera cuts to the back, towards the trainer's room.

 

The door opens. Inside we can see Rust Cohle shouting at a medical personnel.

 

Rust: Damn it, I am telling you, there is something wrong with my arm, don't you see that ?! My back hurts. What is this place ? You work here ?

 

Employee: I already checked a million time Mister Cohle, I told you there is nothing wrong with neither your arm and back, everything is fine, you are in great shape.

 

Rust: Then take another look ! Gosh ! Gimme that !

 

Rust snatches the tape of his hands.

 

An executive walks in.

Executive: Oh hey Rusty, how you doing ?

 

Rust: Stop calling me Rusty god damnit ! My name is Rust !

 

Executive: Yeah yeah kiddo.. Heard you wanted to talk to someone ?

 

Rust: Hell yeah I wanted to talk ! What was that ? Are you kidding me ?! First you put me in a match against this.. This.. Italian plumber who tried to rip my damn arm, then the week after that you put in a match with a straight up Giant psychopath who walks around with his "dogs", and nobody cared ! I could've easily beat him if I was a 100% but I wasn't ! I only had one arm, thanks to that "Spaghetti Joe" or whatever is name is but those so called "doctors" can't even do their jobs right ! I want justice !

 

Executive: Ok ok calm down boy.

First of all you did pretty well in your first two outtings.. Cyborg is just a Beast and he is a scary dude. Don't worry you'll be fine.

Second of all, although you did good, you didn't really impressed Riot Gm.. He wants to see more out of you if you want to be successful here. Just saying.

Third, what is it that you want exactly ?

 

Rust: Oh I want what I deserve ! A fair and square match, with a normal opponent, not some freak or some weirdos like half of the guys who works here.. And some damn tape !

 

Executive: Oh I see.. Hum.. Unfortunately.. You are not booked for tonight's show.

 

Rust: WHAT ?! Are you joking ? How is that possible ?! You have to get me on the show ! Look I also have a new ring gear, people NEED to see that !

 

Executive: I thought you were not 100%, that's what you said, no ? Besides that, the show is already full. Sorry man.

 

Rust: Give me a mic. We will see if I am not booked.

 

Executive: Not going to happen boy. But you know what.. I'll give you a chance. I have an idea for you so here is the deal: If you can find an opponent, or a tag team partner for tonight, then we might consider.. But you need to be quick, time is running out. And when I say quick, I mean real quick. You have, let's say.. Hum 20minutes. Not more. Unless your arm is still bothering you, huh ?

 

Rust: I mean.. Huh.. Yeah.. No! Fuck! What kind of justice is that ?! I don't even know the guys here! That is not fair. AGAIN.

 

Executive: Well it seems like you don't want to compet, I understand.. That's fine. Get well soon.

Rust: Damn it ! Okey, deal. I'll find someone, just wait!

 

Executive: Hurry up Rusty. 19 minutes left.

 

The executive walks out of the room.

 

Rust: MY NAME IS NOT RUSTY ! God sake ! You there, take this.. And go get some diplomas!

 

Throws the tape to the doctor and furiously walks out.

[H20_]

Nice start man.

[XBOX Sab2e]

Good job Rusty!

[Cort Marshall]

Management is corrupt! That's why we indiscriminately beat people up.