Post by ragemaxx on Dec 9, 2015 0:23:18 GMT -5
(Our scene opens in a familiar gym. This was the scene of Rage Maxx's first segment with WCF. The camera is facing his back as he stands looking at the ring with his hands on his hips.)
Defeat. Defeat is what makes great warriors. I tell ya, I gotta give it to Andre Holmes...when all was said and done, you were the better man. But Andre, I see many battles in our future.
(Rage steps up onto the ring apron and through the ropes. The camera ascends with him. He turns around to face it.)
After the three way dance, after Andre Holmes pinned my shoulders to the mat, one....two.....three. I got up and walked to the back and was received warmly by all the boys. Everyone patting me on the back and giving me kudos on a great match. There is no doubt that the three men in that opening bout took one another to the limit. When all was said and done, I got on a plane and headed back to Memphis that night. I wasn't tucking tail and running, no I needed to come back and remember why I got in this business. Why I received the chance to become a part of the WCF. This morning I got a call telling me, Rage you did great, so great in fact we have booked you in another triple threat. This time against Wallace and B'Wana Bludde. When I came to WCF, I announced that World War 3 had begun. Don't mistake the fact that Andre Holmes won that first bout to mean that the War has ended. Far from it. One battle doesn't determine the outcome of a war. I promised devastation, I promised a reckoning and so it shall be.
(Rage steps back between the ropes and hops down to the concrete floor of the old gym. This gym has seen better days. The punching bags are covered in duck tape, the walls are a dim green color but Rage seems as if he feels at home here. The camera follows Rage out of the ring. Once on the floor he walks up to a mirror and stares at himself intently and begins talking. The camera continues to roll filming his reflection.)
There is a certain strength that comes from losing. The strength the picks you up after you get knocked down and fills your body with the adrenaline needed to get back on your horse and ride once again into glorious combat and I must say that I feel the strength of loss coursing through my veins, embedded deeply in my bones, planted firmly in my mind. With that being said, I place my first match in the lost column and do so proudly. May it be a reminder that I am here for a reason. May it pour fuel on the fire that is my burning Rage. My drive to annihilate. The Mempho Mofo, the baddest man on the show is ready to ride again.
(Rage Maxx turns now to face the camera and glares intently.)
Wallace, The Windy City Weirdo. B'Wana Bludde. I want you both to listen closely. Prepare. I want nothing less than your best. Know that I plan to avenge my own defeat last Sunday on Slam and in order to do so I must destroy you both and leave you broken in the middle of the ring in the Bankers Life Fieldhouse. Know that and come with your A game. This Sunday, Indianapolis, Indiana, the War Continues. There are steps that must be taken. Sacrifices that must be made in order to become a competitor worthy of being among the best of the best in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Russia suffered many defeats before winning the war against the German's. An ultimate victory. It is Ultimate Victory I seek to achieve in this, my own personal campaign of conquest, a path of chaos I will blaze until I stand like a snow leopard atop the mountain.
Once again, I will train each day and accept Sunday's defeat as a lesson from the wrestling God's using it to strengthen my drive to continue my path of carnage that will resume with B'wana and Wallace. You both should pray to those same wrestling God's for the fortitude, the ability to receive what will be dealt without attrition, without mercy. I see you two as Nagasaki and Hiroshima and I am the Nuclear Genocide sent from the Heavens.
(Rage sits down on the same weight bench we saw him use in earlier segments. The intensity in his face seems to have relaxed some but there is still a seriousness that seems burned into his features. His eyes intent, his expression very serious.)
You know, I am thankful for my loss to Andre Holmes. The fire burning inside of me, burns so much brighter now. The hostility in me boils and yearns for the chance to set things right, to arise from the depths. It's all so clear now. Wallace and B'Wana, you know what you have to do....You've been warned.
(Rage Maxx lays down on the weight bench and begins to lift the bar as the camera fades to black.)
Defeat. Defeat is what makes great warriors. I tell ya, I gotta give it to Andre Holmes...when all was said and done, you were the better man. But Andre, I see many battles in our future.
(Rage steps up onto the ring apron and through the ropes. The camera ascends with him. He turns around to face it.)
After the three way dance, after Andre Holmes pinned my shoulders to the mat, one....two.....three. I got up and walked to the back and was received warmly by all the boys. Everyone patting me on the back and giving me kudos on a great match. There is no doubt that the three men in that opening bout took one another to the limit. When all was said and done, I got on a plane and headed back to Memphis that night. I wasn't tucking tail and running, no I needed to come back and remember why I got in this business. Why I received the chance to become a part of the WCF. This morning I got a call telling me, Rage you did great, so great in fact we have booked you in another triple threat. This time against Wallace and B'Wana Bludde. When I came to WCF, I announced that World War 3 had begun. Don't mistake the fact that Andre Holmes won that first bout to mean that the War has ended. Far from it. One battle doesn't determine the outcome of a war. I promised devastation, I promised a reckoning and so it shall be.
(Rage steps back between the ropes and hops down to the concrete floor of the old gym. This gym has seen better days. The punching bags are covered in duck tape, the walls are a dim green color but Rage seems as if he feels at home here. The camera follows Rage out of the ring. Once on the floor he walks up to a mirror and stares at himself intently and begins talking. The camera continues to roll filming his reflection.)
There is a certain strength that comes from losing. The strength the picks you up after you get knocked down and fills your body with the adrenaline needed to get back on your horse and ride once again into glorious combat and I must say that I feel the strength of loss coursing through my veins, embedded deeply in my bones, planted firmly in my mind. With that being said, I place my first match in the lost column and do so proudly. May it be a reminder that I am here for a reason. May it pour fuel on the fire that is my burning Rage. My drive to annihilate. The Mempho Mofo, the baddest man on the show is ready to ride again.
(Rage Maxx turns now to face the camera and glares intently.)
Wallace, The Windy City Weirdo. B'Wana Bludde. I want you both to listen closely. Prepare. I want nothing less than your best. Know that I plan to avenge my own defeat last Sunday on Slam and in order to do so I must destroy you both and leave you broken in the middle of the ring in the Bankers Life Fieldhouse. Know that and come with your A game. This Sunday, Indianapolis, Indiana, the War Continues. There are steps that must be taken. Sacrifices that must be made in order to become a competitor worthy of being among the best of the best in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Russia suffered many defeats before winning the war against the German's. An ultimate victory. It is Ultimate Victory I seek to achieve in this, my own personal campaign of conquest, a path of chaos I will blaze until I stand like a snow leopard atop the mountain.
Once again, I will train each day and accept Sunday's defeat as a lesson from the wrestling God's using it to strengthen my drive to continue my path of carnage that will resume with B'wana and Wallace. You both should pray to those same wrestling God's for the fortitude, the ability to receive what will be dealt without attrition, without mercy. I see you two as Nagasaki and Hiroshima and I am the Nuclear Genocide sent from the Heavens.
(Rage sits down on the same weight bench we saw him use in earlier segments. The intensity in his face seems to have relaxed some but there is still a seriousness that seems burned into his features. His eyes intent, his expression very serious.)
You know, I am thankful for my loss to Andre Holmes. The fire burning inside of me, burns so much brighter now. The hostility in me boils and yearns for the chance to set things right, to arise from the depths. It's all so clear now. Wallace and B'Wana, you know what you have to do....You've been warned.
(Rage Maxx lays down on the weight bench and begins to lift the bar as the camera fades to black.)
