Post by herringbone on Feb 27, 2014 1:30:02 GMT -5
Why do I keep returning to this weird hobby of mine ? Why is wrestling the only way I can actually feel genuine "fun" ?
"Fun" ?? Like wearing pads and running from left to right make me laugh? Or smile?
How long has it been since I felt even remotely happy for something? I guess the only time was when I got into my opponent's head so deep they just could not control themselves anymore. Feeling as though the fight is no longer against me but against their own mind...
(The scene opens in a motel room. From what we are able to see, it is the kind that has an hourly rare if you catch my drift. Not a single thing in this room would make you feel safe. The curtains are starting to tear, the carpets are dirty and you can guess that yellow colour on the wall was white in a distant past. A man is seen, seating on a chair in the middle of the room. He stares at the emptiness in front of him. He looks like he thinking carefully about the words he will next utter. He does not look frail or weak, nor muscular or strong. He could be your neighbour, he could be your mailman. There is just something off about him. Something that many before you found out only, they found out too late. He stares at the camera, takes a deep breath and begins to speak.)
MAN: Good morning...Yeah well, that's about it isn't it ? Good morning... Seems like it's not right. Too polite ? Too cliché ? Not "me" ? Ohthat's right, you don't know "Me"!
(The man starts to chuckles slowly, then rapidly and takes another deep breath)
MAN: But you will. And soon enough I heard. My name is James Herringbone... That's right my last name is the same as a british woven pattern. Oh you didn't know ? And you didn't care ? You must think I'm kind of weird!
(Herringbone laughs softly to himself. He lowers his tone and carry on)
Herringbone: And you wouldn't be to blame for that. After all, you would not be the first nor the last. I tend to give that impression to strangers. Don't worry, I am quite used to it.
(Herringbone raises his tone in a dramatic fashion that only he finds amusing and entertaining)
Herringbone: However, you would be smart to listen and understand everything I will say in front of this camera. Like I said, I'm James Herringbone. I wrestled from one side of the earth to the other. I wrestled in places where God is everywhere, I wrestled in places where God himself would be afraid to take a peek.
(Herringbone takes a amused tone for the next few words)
Herringbone: Think about this, I've been to places where my creator just turned a blind eye to whatever I was doing. Makes one feel like he's somehow...Bigger ?
(Herringbone laughs to himself pretty hard to his bad joke. He is laughing as he would try to convince you to laugh with him. Only he turns dead serious the moment after for reasons still unknown)
Herringbone: Blasphemy! I am really sorry. I hope to god there is no precious mind not to be offended here? Boy! Who am I kidding, I just love to offend !
(Herringbone laughs again to himself. He takes back his soft voice and speaks...yet again)
Herringbone: I guess what I really want to get across here is I'm not someone like everyone. I am SPECIAL! Oh yeah, but not in the way you think. I am the kind of guy who would rather win two battles at once. The Battle of the mind and the battle of the body! This is a way of life for me. Nothing is complete for as long as I don't get complete victory over both battlefields. You would not believe how far I am willing to for this. How low I would fall to feel the sweet taste of ultimate domination!
(Herringbone gets up and walks around the room)
Herringbone: Have I done that before ? Yes I did! I turned saints against their gods! I turned lovers into bitter haters! I turned disciplined followers of cult-leader into obedient little slaves. And physically ? I might not be your average powerhouse however you will find out I know my way around and outside the ring. I saw Giants fall... I made Icon fade... I helped legends die...
(Herringbone shows up different parts of the room while talking. The horrible looking bed, the bathroom who has not been cleaned in a while. He stares at the camera once more)
Herringbone: But all of this is irrelevant. This is all in the past and I am tired to live in it. I want to create new memories. I want to have my own little impact on WCF. And so they gave me a battle royal...
(Herringbone looks like he is going to cry, he puts his head in his hands and takes another deep breath and resumes)
Herringbone: A battle royal ?? To be honest, I did not want to go. I wanted to go in there, take a look and leave the whole place. Someone convinced me otherwise and since I value his opinion, I decided to go after all. I never liked battle royals. I think it is impersonal and barbaric. However, it is quite the opportunity to show myself and and what I am made of. Therefore I will throw each and everyone of them out of the ring, fast and clean. All of them, but one. The One. The one who will be as resilient as me. And this one will be shown my true colours. Against this one, I will showcase just who the hell I am. I'll lead him straight to the seventh circle of...
(Herringbone calms down and takes another breath)
Herringbone: Oh my god... Let's not get too crazy about that. Let's just say I'll have lots of "fun" with the other last man standing. No reason to get this personal...yet! So, I guess we will be hearing from all of them in the next few days. You will, however not hear from me again until then. Let's just say I don't like to talk too much about me...?
(Herringbone laughs really loud as the scene fades slowly to black)
Battle Royal ? Come on!
"Fun" ?? Like wearing pads and running from left to right make me laugh? Or smile?
How long has it been since I felt even remotely happy for something? I guess the only time was when I got into my opponent's head so deep they just could not control themselves anymore. Feeling as though the fight is no longer against me but against their own mind...
(The scene opens in a motel room. From what we are able to see, it is the kind that has an hourly rare if you catch my drift. Not a single thing in this room would make you feel safe. The curtains are starting to tear, the carpets are dirty and you can guess that yellow colour on the wall was white in a distant past. A man is seen, seating on a chair in the middle of the room. He stares at the emptiness in front of him. He looks like he thinking carefully about the words he will next utter. He does not look frail or weak, nor muscular or strong. He could be your neighbour, he could be your mailman. There is just something off about him. Something that many before you found out only, they found out too late. He stares at the camera, takes a deep breath and begins to speak.)
MAN: Good morning...Yeah well, that's about it isn't it ? Good morning... Seems like it's not right. Too polite ? Too cliché ? Not "me" ? Ohthat's right, you don't know "Me"!
(The man starts to chuckles slowly, then rapidly and takes another deep breath)
MAN: But you will. And soon enough I heard. My name is James Herringbone... That's right my last name is the same as a british woven pattern. Oh you didn't know ? And you didn't care ? You must think I'm kind of weird!
(Herringbone laughs softly to himself. He lowers his tone and carry on)
Herringbone: And you wouldn't be to blame for that. After all, you would not be the first nor the last. I tend to give that impression to strangers. Don't worry, I am quite used to it.
(Herringbone raises his tone in a dramatic fashion that only he finds amusing and entertaining)
Herringbone: However, you would be smart to listen and understand everything I will say in front of this camera. Like I said, I'm James Herringbone. I wrestled from one side of the earth to the other. I wrestled in places where God is everywhere, I wrestled in places where God himself would be afraid to take a peek.
(Herringbone takes a amused tone for the next few words)
Herringbone: Think about this, I've been to places where my creator just turned a blind eye to whatever I was doing. Makes one feel like he's somehow...Bigger ?
(Herringbone laughs to himself pretty hard to his bad joke. He is laughing as he would try to convince you to laugh with him. Only he turns dead serious the moment after for reasons still unknown)
Herringbone: Blasphemy! I am really sorry. I hope to god there is no precious mind not to be offended here? Boy! Who am I kidding, I just love to offend !
(Herringbone laughs again to himself. He takes back his soft voice and speaks...yet again)
Herringbone: I guess what I really want to get across here is I'm not someone like everyone. I am SPECIAL! Oh yeah, but not in the way you think. I am the kind of guy who would rather win two battles at once. The Battle of the mind and the battle of the body! This is a way of life for me. Nothing is complete for as long as I don't get complete victory over both battlefields. You would not believe how far I am willing to for this. How low I would fall to feel the sweet taste of ultimate domination!
(Herringbone gets up and walks around the room)
Herringbone: Have I done that before ? Yes I did! I turned saints against their gods! I turned lovers into bitter haters! I turned disciplined followers of cult-leader into obedient little slaves. And physically ? I might not be your average powerhouse however you will find out I know my way around and outside the ring. I saw Giants fall... I made Icon fade... I helped legends die...
(Herringbone shows up different parts of the room while talking. The horrible looking bed, the bathroom who has not been cleaned in a while. He stares at the camera once more)
Herringbone: But all of this is irrelevant. This is all in the past and I am tired to live in it. I want to create new memories. I want to have my own little impact on WCF. And so they gave me a battle royal...
(Herringbone looks like he is going to cry, he puts his head in his hands and takes another deep breath and resumes)
Herringbone: A battle royal ?? To be honest, I did not want to go. I wanted to go in there, take a look and leave the whole place. Someone convinced me otherwise and since I value his opinion, I decided to go after all. I never liked battle royals. I think it is impersonal and barbaric. However, it is quite the opportunity to show myself and and what I am made of. Therefore I will throw each and everyone of them out of the ring, fast and clean. All of them, but one. The One. The one who will be as resilient as me. And this one will be shown my true colours. Against this one, I will showcase just who the hell I am. I'll lead him straight to the seventh circle of...
(Herringbone calms down and takes another breath)
Herringbone: Oh my god... Let's not get too crazy about that. Let's just say I'll have lots of "fun" with the other last man standing. No reason to get this personal...yet! So, I guess we will be hearing from all of them in the next few days. You will, however not hear from me again until then. Let's just say I don't like to talk too much about me...?
(Herringbone laughs really loud as the scene fades slowly to black)
Battle Royal ? Come on!
