Post by Deuce on Feb 26, 2013 16:48:01 GMT -5
The stage is empty, save for a podium and a backdrop. The podium is of simple design and stands firm in the center. The backdrop is currently bare.
Heels click on the wooden, hollow stage as someone in pretty impressive shoes is approaching. Slowly the crest of WCF is lit upon the backdrop as Deuce calmly but purposefully positions himself behind the podium. He casually looks out over the auditorium he is obviously in. It is apparent that it is empty as well.
Deuce: I am a simple man. All my life, I have done what I have thought was best for me and tried not to bother anyone in my pursuit of it. Generally, I have been left to my own devices and no one has sought out to make waves.
He pauses to take a sip of water.
Deuce: Oh, I admit, full free and well, that I have opened my mouth and witnessed it get me in trouble from time to time. But I usually haven’t gotten myself in too many scrapes that couldn’t be solved with a bit of cool-down period or an airing of grievances. For the most part, I have been on my own in this life I lead and have been successful enough.
Deuce clears out his throat and stretches his neck.
Deuce: My tastes and desires are simple. I like the stories of mythology and I enjoy wrestling. My end-game in WCF is to say, at the end of my time here, ‘I had fun.’ Not ‘I won x-amount of titles x-amount of times.’ Not ‘I ended x-amount of other people’s careers.’ ‘I had fun.’ A title doesn’t prove I had fun. Ending a career doesn’t prove I had fun. Only through me can I achieve this feeling. And that is why it has been me only in my career.
He smirks as he looks down at his notes and sees what is coming up.
Deuce: It is no secret that Frank Longley Jr. is my only friend. He will never admit it, but he is. I give him such hell but, deep down, he knows that I will always be there for him, regardless of how much I infuriate him.
He points up towards the balcony as if he is sitting there.
Deuce: Let’s give Frank a hand! (under his breath) Hold for applause.
Deuce claps a few times.
Deuce: But all that being said, it is becoming clearer to me I will no longer be allowed to continue on this path of solitude.
Deuce allows his face to pull into a more neutral look, with hints of sternness.
Deuce: At the Timebomb PPV, the world saw Vengeance, The Ninja, Kale Windsor, Blizzard, John Gable and Morientes band together and call themselves the Rebellion. A group of men banded together for the common cause of being seen. These men, with whom just a week earlier I was in the ring, have taken their own volition to show that they are the deserving. And here I am…with a title shot.
Deuce pauses to let that sink in.
Deuce: A shot that I did not ask for but I will take. Should I worry about these men? The Ninja is a man with whom I thought I worked together well. In fact, the entire week we were training, he said nary an ill word toward me. In fact, he said nothing. Perhaps Vengeance is upset that my pyrotechnic display conked out the majority of that match from the television audience. With whatever reason, I was not asked to be in this group and I feel their crosshairs aiming in my direction.
He maneuvers his way to the front of the podium and goes from memory.
Deuce: And then there is Genesis, a faction of some of the most elite members of this company. There is no doubt in my mind they are one of the most cohesive units the wrestling world has ever seen. Say what you will about the Pantheon and whatever MS-13 piddly crap our World Champion has going on. Genesis, from top to bottom, has it all. The tag team champions, the Homegrown Players, Roy Speede, Sarah Twilight, and, as of two weeks ago, Prophesy. To be asked into their ranks would be akin to winning the Super Bowl AND Slam-dunk contest in the same day.
Deuce sighs and returns to behind his podium.
Deuce: But those gates, too, are closed off to me. Why, you might ask. Two reasons. One, they already have a ‘Deuce’ in their midst. His name is Roy Speede. I’m not too proud to admit that he and I are pretty much of the same mindset. He has never called me out for biting his style so I am thankful for that. And secondly, my title shot is against one of their own.
Deuce continues, getting a bit more animated as he goes along.
Deuce: My shot is against the People’s Champion Steel Toe Joe. Now personally, I have no problem with the man. He’s got the whole church thing going, which seems to be working well for him. However, I have been given this shot directly on the heels of his controversial match where he was screwed out of the World Title. Couple that with the fact that no one believes I should even be at ‘title-level’ and I have an almost perfect storm of a loss.
Deuce places his hand flat upon the podium and draws up his courage.
Deuce: That is why I have turned to you, the people. I need you to be beside me in the coming week. I have long since been told ‘comedy doesn’t win.’ I believe it can. I feel I can step up and be your champion. There are literally thousands of people in this world and I feel that I can make the vast majority of you proud. Proud that some guy that is a bit off in the social convention can represent you. This coming week, I will be petitioning the people I meet in an effort to garner support.
He bows his head slightly.
Deuce: I humbly ask you, the people of the WCF Galaxy, to believe in me, Deuce. Together, we can make Mythic!
He takes a slight bow and then turns on his heels and click-clacks off the stage.
Fadeout.
Heels click on the wooden, hollow stage as someone in pretty impressive shoes is approaching. Slowly the crest of WCF is lit upon the backdrop as Deuce calmly but purposefully positions himself behind the podium. He casually looks out over the auditorium he is obviously in. It is apparent that it is empty as well.
Deuce: I am a simple man. All my life, I have done what I have thought was best for me and tried not to bother anyone in my pursuit of it. Generally, I have been left to my own devices and no one has sought out to make waves.
He pauses to take a sip of water.
Deuce: Oh, I admit, full free and well, that I have opened my mouth and witnessed it get me in trouble from time to time. But I usually haven’t gotten myself in too many scrapes that couldn’t be solved with a bit of cool-down period or an airing of grievances. For the most part, I have been on my own in this life I lead and have been successful enough.
Deuce clears out his throat and stretches his neck.
Deuce: My tastes and desires are simple. I like the stories of mythology and I enjoy wrestling. My end-game in WCF is to say, at the end of my time here, ‘I had fun.’ Not ‘I won x-amount of titles x-amount of times.’ Not ‘I ended x-amount of other people’s careers.’ ‘I had fun.’ A title doesn’t prove I had fun. Ending a career doesn’t prove I had fun. Only through me can I achieve this feeling. And that is why it has been me only in my career.
He smirks as he looks down at his notes and sees what is coming up.
Deuce: It is no secret that Frank Longley Jr. is my only friend. He will never admit it, but he is. I give him such hell but, deep down, he knows that I will always be there for him, regardless of how much I infuriate him.
He points up towards the balcony as if he is sitting there.
Deuce: Let’s give Frank a hand! (under his breath) Hold for applause.
Deuce claps a few times.
Deuce: But all that being said, it is becoming clearer to me I will no longer be allowed to continue on this path of solitude.
Deuce allows his face to pull into a more neutral look, with hints of sternness.
Deuce: At the Timebomb PPV, the world saw Vengeance, The Ninja, Kale Windsor, Blizzard, John Gable and Morientes band together and call themselves the Rebellion. A group of men banded together for the common cause of being seen. These men, with whom just a week earlier I was in the ring, have taken their own volition to show that they are the deserving. And here I am…with a title shot.
Deuce pauses to let that sink in.
Deuce: A shot that I did not ask for but I will take. Should I worry about these men? The Ninja is a man with whom I thought I worked together well. In fact, the entire week we were training, he said nary an ill word toward me. In fact, he said nothing. Perhaps Vengeance is upset that my pyrotechnic display conked out the majority of that match from the television audience. With whatever reason, I was not asked to be in this group and I feel their crosshairs aiming in my direction.
He maneuvers his way to the front of the podium and goes from memory.
Deuce: And then there is Genesis, a faction of some of the most elite members of this company. There is no doubt in my mind they are one of the most cohesive units the wrestling world has ever seen. Say what you will about the Pantheon and whatever MS-13 piddly crap our World Champion has going on. Genesis, from top to bottom, has it all. The tag team champions, the Homegrown Players, Roy Speede, Sarah Twilight, and, as of two weeks ago, Prophesy. To be asked into their ranks would be akin to winning the Super Bowl AND Slam-dunk contest in the same day.
Deuce sighs and returns to behind his podium.
Deuce: But those gates, too, are closed off to me. Why, you might ask. Two reasons. One, they already have a ‘Deuce’ in their midst. His name is Roy Speede. I’m not too proud to admit that he and I are pretty much of the same mindset. He has never called me out for biting his style so I am thankful for that. And secondly, my title shot is against one of their own.
Deuce continues, getting a bit more animated as he goes along.
Deuce: My shot is against the People’s Champion Steel Toe Joe. Now personally, I have no problem with the man. He’s got the whole church thing going, which seems to be working well for him. However, I have been given this shot directly on the heels of his controversial match where he was screwed out of the World Title. Couple that with the fact that no one believes I should even be at ‘title-level’ and I have an almost perfect storm of a loss.
Deuce places his hand flat upon the podium and draws up his courage.
Deuce: That is why I have turned to you, the people. I need you to be beside me in the coming week. I have long since been told ‘comedy doesn’t win.’ I believe it can. I feel I can step up and be your champion. There are literally thousands of people in this world and I feel that I can make the vast majority of you proud. Proud that some guy that is a bit off in the social convention can represent you. This coming week, I will be petitioning the people I meet in an effort to garner support.
He bows his head slightly.
Deuce: I humbly ask you, the people of the WCF Galaxy, to believe in me, Deuce. Together, we can make Mythic!
He takes a slight bow and then turns on his heels and click-clacks off the stage.
Fadeout.
