Post by Davey Ortega on Jun 24, 2007 12:43:20 GMT -5
So many things have been running through my mind. I can no longer cope with this feeling inside of me, this infectious disease that has turned me into a monster, but has also ate away at my confidence. What a twist of fate, what ironic nonsense. The man who made me could very well be..no..I can't...I need help
*The scene opens to see a giant building in the middle of a grassy field. It seems to be a very secluded resident, and people in white are walking aimlessly outside. There is a beautiful marble fountain with crystal clear water running. There is a marble sign that reads ''Serenity Haven Mental Institution'' four feet from the fountain. The scene fades from this beautiful image and opens up seeing something grotesque
Vice leaps and hits his corkscrew senton right across the steel chair around Outcast, driving both men through the table outside of the ring. The WCF crowd immediately goes on their feet as a combination of cheers and boos rain down upon Vice and Outcast.
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
This scene was the brutal contest between myself and Daniel Vice. Heh..people thought I was done for.
Outcast carries Vice around the table and onto the top turnbuckle once again. He climbs the ropes along with Vice and ducks Danny’s head between his legs. The WCF crowd rises to their feet cheering the two-time champion. Outcast jumps and drives himself and Danny through the barbwire laced table with the Black Out piledriver.
I proved them wrong, in the very same match where Vice nearly broke my neck, I was able to drive him through a barbed wire laced table...only to get screwed by my nemesis Logan. Thought hat is neither here nor there. This match only proves how unstoppable I..was? Am? I don't know. All I know is this is hardcore, this is what extreme is. Creeping Death couldn't take or give a beating like that.
*The scene fades out and we see Outcast sitting in a small room, a two way mirror is infront of him as he stairs at it intently.*
(I wonder where the good Doctor is? Ah, whats it matter. I can't believe I am here once more. Though, I need tot alk to someone who will not say anything. This has got to be in total confidence. If word got out...yeah...)
*The door opens as a man with a white lab coat enters, he has a clipboard in his right hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. He walks to the table and sits his cup down, then sits down himself. he doesn't say anything, but he does get out a pin from his coat pocked and begins to write something.*
(What the hell could he possibly be writing? He hasnt been here for thirty seconds and he is already jotting down notes like I was babbeling incoherently when he walked in. God, this guy sucks.)
Outcast: What are you writing?
Dr: Hm? Oh, just some notes.
Outcast: About what?
Dr.: Not what, who.
Outcast: Oookk...then. About who?
Dr.: You.
Outcast: Do you enjoy pissing me off? Be more god damn specific.
Dr.: Easy, I was just writing what I saw in the other room. You just sitting here intently, silently. Usualy people are up walking around, not waiting patiently.
Outcast: I'm used to it.
Dr.: I see. So, what brings you back to Serenity Haven?
Outcast: Whoa now, I'm not back for good. I just needed someone to talk to, someone that I know will not go discussing it with other people. You know, Doctor/Patient previleges and all.
*The doctor, a little confused, puts down his clip board and pen.*
Dr.: I was under the impression you were being comitted again.
Outcast: Huh? Why?
Dr.: Well, how many people do you know that would willingly come back to a mental institution just to ''talk''
Outcast: Well, not many. Though it was either you or a priest. And hey, I keep up with the times. Some of those priests don't care if your nine, twelve, and fifty eight. So I figured, you were my best shot.
Dr.: You, a professional wrestler, couldn't fight off a priest?
Outcast: I may not be relegious, but I would certainly not hit a priest. Why, would you?
Dr.: Well if he was co--
Outcast: Wait a minute, I think we reversed roles. And, I'm not here to talk to you about why I came here to talk to you. I am here to talk to you in complete confidence, and you really don't have a choice in the matter anyways.
Dr.: Umm, I don't?
Outcast: I WILL hit a doctor.
*The doctor, nervously, picks back up his clip board and pen.*
Dr.: OK, so lets talk.
Outcast: Well, it's like this. In a few hours I have a match against Steve Carr. Now, in my mind, Steve is a very formal competetor. I respect what he can do in the ring, as well as outside. He is one of the nicest guys I thought I knew.
Dr.: Thought?
Outcast: Well, the whole story is he was on my side up untill a few weeks ago, he turned on me. He said that the company would not really be at a loss if i lost my ''Loser leaves town'' match against Davey Boone, which I didn't. He set the whole thing up, and then revealed that he didn't give a rats ass either way.
Dr.: And this upset you.
Outcast: Thats just it. At first yes, it did. I was enraged. He hit me with the Ultimate Stunner, and incapacetated me for about two weeks. When I was released, I went right out there and hit him with brass knucks, I hit him, doc. A man that I admire the most I cracked with brass knucks. His blood, BLOOD, was on my hands. I felt better after that...but then...
Dr.: Then..
Outcast: I started thinking, I started going off on my own with out Davey or Rick, and just contemplated things. About that, maybe he was right..just maybe. After that, I had a match with Jason Anderson for my People's Title..then the unthinkable happend.
Dr.: What?
Outcast: I lost, I lost to a rookie. Me, a former World Champion...was pinned, one two three. I mean yeah, it was my first match since being let out of the hospital. So I was not one hundred per cent...but still..the fact remains.
Dr.: Well, people do lose Mr. Taylor. It is not uncommon.
Outcast: I know, but to lose to a rookie. To someone who has no stature is humiliating. So now I had that on my shoulders, one week away before my match with Steve. I had one week to shake off a horrible loss. Trust me, doc, thats not easy.
Dr.: Mr. Taylor, let me ask you something. If you are as statured in the company as you say, then you should be able to shake off any loss being how it had to of happend before, right?
Outcast: True, I have lost many times. I mean, being a FORMER champion says that in itself. But it's different when you lose to a rookie, doc. Anyways...that is to devestating blows to me in the span of a month, but it goes back further.
Dr.: How much further.
Outcast:....Eight years? You see, there is the guy that no longer works for the company, maybe you heard pof him..Logan?
Dr.: Oh yes, he is my sons favorite wrestler. My son is always going around the house calling everything a ''boudle'' and yelling ''shut up'' at his friends when they are pretending to be WCF superstars.
*Outcast seems to be in a state of deep thought*
Ofcourse, his sons FAVORITE..
Logan: I don't care if these so called wrestlers don't get paid, I put myself on salary.. so it doesn't matter to me. Speaking of all these boudles backstage, you might all be wondering why I gave Outcast a title shot tonight. You must be thinking? Why give that washed up one time chump boudle a shot? Why not? We all know that he isn't going to win tonight. We all know that he's just going to get himself worked up only to fail. Nothing would please me more then seeing Outcast lose, and then go hide back in his little shell for another year till he decides to make another dramatic worthless comeback. But as you know, I'm not out here to waste my good presidential time talking about a boule like Outcast. I'm here to make sure that I get the respect I deserve as your WCF Legend, and as your WCF chairman. That's why tonight, I prepared a little special package for all you boudles.
I hate him, always saying how I could never beat him. I hate how he is the most recognizable person in WCF...I just HATE him...
*During Outcasts' flash back, the doc seemed to have been talking.*
Dr.: ..So then, my son hits the connector on the kid pretending to be you, screwing you out of the World Title. We all had a good laugh at that.
*The doctor laughs and Outcast stairs at him.*
(How about I break your neck?)
Outcast: Good sory doc.
Dr.: Thanks. Anyways, so what about you and Logan?
Outcast: Well I'm sure everyone knows that story. But no, I'd rather just leave it at your end. Anyways, A week before Payback was a title match. Jack of Blades was the champion, I was the challenger. It was a good match, we both really fought. Though, it didn't turn out the way I had wanted. Creeping Death, a...friend? ally? enemy? I'm not to sure how to describe him, came in and wrecked it. Destroyed it all.
Dr.: I see.
Outcast: I got him back though. Jack might of betrayed him and initialy destroyed Creeping Death's precious MCE, but I will forever be credited with it.
Dr.: I thought Merc pinned him?
Outcast: By I, I mean Team NCW. We will always be credited with the shut down of the MCE. So Creeping Death took my title oppertunity, and I took his MCE. Though still one thing about that still irritates me.
Dr.: What?
Outcast: Jack of Blades never beat me. He never pinned me, but he pinned Creeping Death and Logan. But not me. Though Seth hasn't even mentioned a WCF title shot in my distant future, let alone my immediate. Though CD gets one, sure he booked himself in the match on his Eighteen, or Three, or the square root of One Hundred and Twenty Eight. Whatever that thing is. I mean, that is just a blatant abuse of power. He is not the most popular superstar here, he just constantly falls into the right situation. While me, on the other side of the spectrum, constantly gets denied by the managment and wrestlers alike. Which brings me to why I am here, why I am going to break the golden rule of wrestling, of the buisness.
Dr.: Which is?
Outcast: The golden rule?
Dr.: Yes.
Outcast: I...seriously doubt myself as everything I said I was. I seriously doubt me being anything. I mean what have I..what have I actually done? I won the title twice, with a grand total of a month and week as champion, combined. I get my ass handed to me by Logan anytime we are in the ring, I am constantly getting screwed by so called allies and friends..I just..I just doubt I can win tonight..that I can be anything more than a glorified tackel dummy.
Dr.: Everyone has a crisis of faith. you just need to find some way to rejuvinate yourself.
Outcast: How? How with all the put downs and failures and everything. HOW?!
Dr.: It's easy. Believe in yourself.
Outcast: I can't...
Dr.: Look, whats in the past is just that..the past. You can not let yourself be put down by what has already happend, you can not let that happen. You need to finally learn from your mistakes, and then..and only then..can you stop repeating them.
Outcast: Maybe it's just who I am.
Dr.: Victor, I'm going to be honest with you. Nothing is ever given to people. You need to take life by the balls and yank if you ever want results. You need to stop..just stop believeing your own bullshiot and theirs. What does your heart tell you?
Outcast: That I need to give it my all and hope for the best?
Dr.: Nice, though your still looking for pity and I'm not here to do that, I'm here to help. You did break your buisnesses golden rule, so what happens after that?
Outcast: I don't know. A rebuilding stage I guess..but I'm not to sure I want to even try.
Dr.: Do or do not..there is no ''try''
*Outcast ponders this Star Wars saying, really letting it sink in.*
Outcast: You're right, I have broken the golden rule, and now I have no other alternative than to rebuild everything.
*Outcast thinks..then gets a smile on his face.*
Outcast: I got it, I know what I am going to do.
Dr.: Good..well that is about all the time I can really s--
Outcast: I'm going to find relegion!!
Dr.: Erm..what?
Outcast: Thank you.
*Outcast gets up off the chair, with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time and strides out the door with renewed confedence.*
Oh yes...relegion...
*Scene fades from the halls of the Serenity Haven Mental Institution.*
*The scene opens to see a giant building in the middle of a grassy field. It seems to be a very secluded resident, and people in white are walking aimlessly outside. There is a beautiful marble fountain with crystal clear water running. There is a marble sign that reads ''Serenity Haven Mental Institution'' four feet from the fountain. The scene fades from this beautiful image and opens up seeing something grotesque
Vice leaps and hits his corkscrew senton right across the steel chair around Outcast, driving both men through the table outside of the ring. The WCF crowd immediately goes on their feet as a combination of cheers and boos rain down upon Vice and Outcast.
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
This scene was the brutal contest between myself and Daniel Vice. Heh..people thought I was done for.
Outcast carries Vice around the table and onto the top turnbuckle once again. He climbs the ropes along with Vice and ducks Danny’s head between his legs. The WCF crowd rises to their feet cheering the two-time champion. Outcast jumps and drives himself and Danny through the barbwire laced table with the Black Out piledriver.
I proved them wrong, in the very same match where Vice nearly broke my neck, I was able to drive him through a barbed wire laced table...only to get screwed by my nemesis Logan. Thought hat is neither here nor there. This match only proves how unstoppable I..was? Am? I don't know. All I know is this is hardcore, this is what extreme is. Creeping Death couldn't take or give a beating like that.
*The scene fades out and we see Outcast sitting in a small room, a two way mirror is infront of him as he stairs at it intently.*
(I wonder where the good Doctor is? Ah, whats it matter. I can't believe I am here once more. Though, I need tot alk to someone who will not say anything. This has got to be in total confidence. If word got out...yeah...)
*The door opens as a man with a white lab coat enters, he has a clipboard in his right hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. He walks to the table and sits his cup down, then sits down himself. he doesn't say anything, but he does get out a pin from his coat pocked and begins to write something.*
(What the hell could he possibly be writing? He hasnt been here for thirty seconds and he is already jotting down notes like I was babbeling incoherently when he walked in. God, this guy sucks.)
Outcast: What are you writing?
Dr: Hm? Oh, just some notes.
Outcast: About what?
Dr.: Not what, who.
Outcast: Oookk...then. About who?
Dr.: You.
Outcast: Do you enjoy pissing me off? Be more god damn specific.
Dr.: Easy, I was just writing what I saw in the other room. You just sitting here intently, silently. Usualy people are up walking around, not waiting patiently.
Outcast: I'm used to it.
Dr.: I see. So, what brings you back to Serenity Haven?
Outcast: Whoa now, I'm not back for good. I just needed someone to talk to, someone that I know will not go discussing it with other people. You know, Doctor/Patient previleges and all.
*The doctor, a little confused, puts down his clip board and pen.*
Dr.: I was under the impression you were being comitted again.
Outcast: Huh? Why?
Dr.: Well, how many people do you know that would willingly come back to a mental institution just to ''talk''
Outcast: Well, not many. Though it was either you or a priest. And hey, I keep up with the times. Some of those priests don't care if your nine, twelve, and fifty eight. So I figured, you were my best shot.
Dr.: You, a professional wrestler, couldn't fight off a priest?
Outcast: I may not be relegious, but I would certainly not hit a priest. Why, would you?
Dr.: Well if he was co--
Outcast: Wait a minute, I think we reversed roles. And, I'm not here to talk to you about why I came here to talk to you. I am here to talk to you in complete confidence, and you really don't have a choice in the matter anyways.
Dr.: Umm, I don't?
Outcast: I WILL hit a doctor.
*The doctor, nervously, picks back up his clip board and pen.*
Dr.: OK, so lets talk.
Outcast: Well, it's like this. In a few hours I have a match against Steve Carr. Now, in my mind, Steve is a very formal competetor. I respect what he can do in the ring, as well as outside. He is one of the nicest guys I thought I knew.
Dr.: Thought?
Outcast: Well, the whole story is he was on my side up untill a few weeks ago, he turned on me. He said that the company would not really be at a loss if i lost my ''Loser leaves town'' match against Davey Boone, which I didn't. He set the whole thing up, and then revealed that he didn't give a rats ass either way.
Dr.: And this upset you.
Outcast: Thats just it. At first yes, it did. I was enraged. He hit me with the Ultimate Stunner, and incapacetated me for about two weeks. When I was released, I went right out there and hit him with brass knucks, I hit him, doc. A man that I admire the most I cracked with brass knucks. His blood, BLOOD, was on my hands. I felt better after that...but then...
Dr.: Then..
Outcast: I started thinking, I started going off on my own with out Davey or Rick, and just contemplated things. About that, maybe he was right..just maybe. After that, I had a match with Jason Anderson for my People's Title..then the unthinkable happend.
Dr.: What?
Outcast: I lost, I lost to a rookie. Me, a former World Champion...was pinned, one two three. I mean yeah, it was my first match since being let out of the hospital. So I was not one hundred per cent...but still..the fact remains.
Dr.: Well, people do lose Mr. Taylor. It is not uncommon.
Outcast: I know, but to lose to a rookie. To someone who has no stature is humiliating. So now I had that on my shoulders, one week away before my match with Steve. I had one week to shake off a horrible loss. Trust me, doc, thats not easy.
Dr.: Mr. Taylor, let me ask you something. If you are as statured in the company as you say, then you should be able to shake off any loss being how it had to of happend before, right?
Outcast: True, I have lost many times. I mean, being a FORMER champion says that in itself. But it's different when you lose to a rookie, doc. Anyways...that is to devestating blows to me in the span of a month, but it goes back further.
Dr.: How much further.
Outcast:....Eight years? You see, there is the guy that no longer works for the company, maybe you heard pof him..Logan?
Dr.: Oh yes, he is my sons favorite wrestler. My son is always going around the house calling everything a ''boudle'' and yelling ''shut up'' at his friends when they are pretending to be WCF superstars.
*Outcast seems to be in a state of deep thought*
Ofcourse, his sons FAVORITE..
Logan: I don't care if these so called wrestlers don't get paid, I put myself on salary.. so it doesn't matter to me. Speaking of all these boudles backstage, you might all be wondering why I gave Outcast a title shot tonight. You must be thinking? Why give that washed up one time chump boudle a shot? Why not? We all know that he isn't going to win tonight. We all know that he's just going to get himself worked up only to fail. Nothing would please me more then seeing Outcast lose, and then go hide back in his little shell for another year till he decides to make another dramatic worthless comeback. But as you know, I'm not out here to waste my good presidential time talking about a boule like Outcast. I'm here to make sure that I get the respect I deserve as your WCF Legend, and as your WCF chairman. That's why tonight, I prepared a little special package for all you boudles.
I hate him, always saying how I could never beat him. I hate how he is the most recognizable person in WCF...I just HATE him...
*During Outcasts' flash back, the doc seemed to have been talking.*
Dr.: ..So then, my son hits the connector on the kid pretending to be you, screwing you out of the World Title. We all had a good laugh at that.
*The doctor laughs and Outcast stairs at him.*
(How about I break your neck?)
Outcast: Good sory doc.
Dr.: Thanks. Anyways, so what about you and Logan?
Outcast: Well I'm sure everyone knows that story. But no, I'd rather just leave it at your end. Anyways, A week before Payback was a title match. Jack of Blades was the champion, I was the challenger. It was a good match, we both really fought. Though, it didn't turn out the way I had wanted. Creeping Death, a...friend? ally? enemy? I'm not to sure how to describe him, came in and wrecked it. Destroyed it all.
Dr.: I see.
Outcast: I got him back though. Jack might of betrayed him and initialy destroyed Creeping Death's precious MCE, but I will forever be credited with it.
Dr.: I thought Merc pinned him?
Outcast: By I, I mean Team NCW. We will always be credited with the shut down of the MCE. So Creeping Death took my title oppertunity, and I took his MCE. Though still one thing about that still irritates me.
Dr.: What?
Outcast: Jack of Blades never beat me. He never pinned me, but he pinned Creeping Death and Logan. But not me. Though Seth hasn't even mentioned a WCF title shot in my distant future, let alone my immediate. Though CD gets one, sure he booked himself in the match on his Eighteen, or Three, or the square root of One Hundred and Twenty Eight. Whatever that thing is. I mean, that is just a blatant abuse of power. He is not the most popular superstar here, he just constantly falls into the right situation. While me, on the other side of the spectrum, constantly gets denied by the managment and wrestlers alike. Which brings me to why I am here, why I am going to break the golden rule of wrestling, of the buisness.
Dr.: Which is?
Outcast: The golden rule?
Dr.: Yes.
Outcast: I...seriously doubt myself as everything I said I was. I seriously doubt me being anything. I mean what have I..what have I actually done? I won the title twice, with a grand total of a month and week as champion, combined. I get my ass handed to me by Logan anytime we are in the ring, I am constantly getting screwed by so called allies and friends..I just..I just doubt I can win tonight..that I can be anything more than a glorified tackel dummy.
Dr.: Everyone has a crisis of faith. you just need to find some way to rejuvinate yourself.
Outcast: How? How with all the put downs and failures and everything. HOW?!
Dr.: It's easy. Believe in yourself.
Outcast: I can't...
Dr.: Look, whats in the past is just that..the past. You can not let yourself be put down by what has already happend, you can not let that happen. You need to finally learn from your mistakes, and then..and only then..can you stop repeating them.
Outcast: Maybe it's just who I am.
Dr.: Victor, I'm going to be honest with you. Nothing is ever given to people. You need to take life by the balls and yank if you ever want results. You need to stop..just stop believeing your own bullshiot and theirs. What does your heart tell you?
Outcast: That I need to give it my all and hope for the best?
Dr.: Nice, though your still looking for pity and I'm not here to do that, I'm here to help. You did break your buisnesses golden rule, so what happens after that?
Outcast: I don't know. A rebuilding stage I guess..but I'm not to sure I want to even try.
Dr.: Do or do not..there is no ''try''
*Outcast ponders this Star Wars saying, really letting it sink in.*
Outcast: You're right, I have broken the golden rule, and now I have no other alternative than to rebuild everything.
*Outcast thinks..then gets a smile on his face.*
Outcast: I got it, I know what I am going to do.
Dr.: Good..well that is about all the time I can really s--
Outcast: I'm going to find relegion!!
Dr.: Erm..what?
Outcast: Thank you.
*Outcast gets up off the chair, with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time and strides out the door with renewed confedence.*
Oh yes...relegion...
*Scene fades from the halls of the Serenity Haven Mental Institution.*
