Post by livewire on Sept 26, 2014 9:12:55 GMT -5
From The Journal of Grayson Pierce
Have you ever seen that Jim Carey movie “The Truman Show?” It’s about a man who is getting filmed every second of his life. Everything from those embarrassing moments as a teenager in the bathroom when you would think no one is watching, to the dramatic emotional battles you have with your friends and loved ones. But, the twist is, that this dude had NO IDEA it was happening, and the plot of the movie was that he found out and tried to get out of it.
He was in a small world of his own, and was systematically trained to be afraid of the water which is the only way for him to get out of the town. Weird fucking shit, but I always felt that my life was like that. I always wondered ‘what if someone is watching me all the time.’
Now I no longer have that fear of it being a possibility, because it’s a god damn reality. I must admit that my status and stock has risen since I came into contact with this ‘Producer’ who I have still not met. A Lot more people have bought into this shit than I thought, and I actually got a pretty heft check for it, much more than I could for winning a wrestling match, and for much less work, but I can’t even take a shit without somebody standing by it. Thank you Marshall Mather.
This is my only solitude; this is the only time where I can be me without the prying eyes of the world hovering over me. I don’t mind being the center of attention, that’s how I became the front man of a band that gets ridiculed beyond belief, and that’s how I ended up in this sport. But my life isn’t that interesting, and they’re trying damn hard to mask that…
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“LIVE” FEED
Voiceover: And there he stands, and man on a mission. One would not expect to see him at a place as such, but a man has to do what a man has to do. He stands tall with an important decision to make, one that may very well change his day.
Livewire: Yea, I’ll take a number 2 medium, with an Orange Hi-C. And get me an order of those cinnamon things. Thanks.
Voiceover: And it indeed did change his day… Later that day Grayson Pierce is seen sitting on a toilet bowl squinting and pushing his hardest, looking like he’s going to bust a capillary.
Livewire: EEEGHSHSHEEGH! Why must I always do this to myself!?
From The Journal of Grayson Pierce(… continued)
Not particularly interesting at all. But people eat this shit up. Reality TV is all the craze now, and its so easy to make a buck by just exploiting yourself. Perhaps I wouldn’t have chosen to do this had I known exactly what it would entail… or rather, not have signed a blanket statement without reading it, be such is life. The best thing to do when you’re thrown a curveball is readjust and go with the flow. That’s what I always say.
And God knows I’ve been thrown many curveballs and knocked down plenty lately. But I’m going to keep getting back up. I may not be able to raise the money for the underfunded schools in my home town with Whoop Ass Beer, but there’s so many more ways to help out. Growing up poor you find ways to do things without money that more well off people would not be able to do.
I work with my hands, much like Jesus Christ himself. Now I’m not saying that I’m the son of god, wearing a Golden Fleece diaper and shitting emerald filled gold, but I’m saying that I understand having to pay for the sins of those you care about. I spent 2 years at New York’s Shock Incarceration Facility for protecting my family.
I was confronted by a man who told me basically to rob a CVS and get prescription medicine. I laughed in the dude’s face. He then pulled a gun on me. Again I laughed, because I had nothing going on. I was in a shitty band and had a dead end job. I was addicted to prescription narcotics, and was literally at rock bottom already. Death would have been my salvation at that point in my life. It sounds morbid but it’s true. If the cameras were following me at THAT point in my life we would be rolling in dough.
But then he showed me a picture of my sister getting into her car, with one of his boys standing a few houses down. Then he showed me a picture of my brother in the same compromising position, followed by my mother, and my Uncle Dante. These weren’t people I wanted to disappoint clearly. So I went into the CVS, handed the girl behind the counter the letter that the dude wrote for me and she handed me a bag of prescription pills to bring back to him. I threw it at the guy, he not-so-politely thanked me and we went on our ways.
That night on the nightly news there I was, clear as day, seen leaving the CVS. I didn’t wear a mask, or even a hat. I made no attempt to mask my identity because I had no idea that I was doing this before 5 minutes before I perpetrated the act. I knew I had no choice; I had to turn myself in. The worst part of this was that it occurred just 2 weeks after what is infamously known as the Medford Massacre on Long Island in which a drug addled maniac went to a CVS in Medford, New York, killed 3 people, and stole prescription medication.
The police and the media made it out to be a related string of attacks, but when I did it I was unarmed other than with the note that threatened violence. I said nothing to anyone, I was ashamed and terrified. But ultimately it was my fault for getting involved with douchebags like this in the first place. I fell into the deepest darkest pits of hell within my own mind, and the only way to get out was to get out completely.
Sure, I could have turned this guy in, but who knows what would have happened to my family. I was in the middle of a shitty situation. I dug my own grave, and now I had to lay in it. Those two years were the worst and best years of my life to that point. I learned discipline, and I learned resolve. I was punished appropriately for my sins and came out a better man and a better member of society.
I no longer did drugs, and only after 2 years of being out did I drink recreationally occasionally, more for the love of the taste than the feeling of inebriation. Something about a nice hoppy beer served room temperature just goes down so smooth. But no longer did I do anything in excess. I’m not straight edge, but I’m ashamed of people who flaunt their poor habits. If we’re not setting good examples for the younger generations who is? As responsible adults we have a responsibility to be better than our parents, and to create a tomorrow that we would want our children to grow up in, even if we don’t ever plan on having children of our own.
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“LIVE” FEED
Voiceover: Livewire Pierce hangs out with his potentially homosexual partner Clifford James.
Clifford James: Push it out… You got this… one more… aaaaannnddd…. There!
Gray: Fuck man, what was that?
CJ: 350 lbs!
Voiceover: They are at Gold’s Gym in Setauket, NY. The very same gym that wrestling legend Mick Foley trained at when he was still a budding star in the industry.
Gray: No shit, I’ve never benched that much.
CJ: Dude, I told you with this paleo diet, and a strict workout regimen you’ll be as big as me one day.
Gray: But I don’t want to be as slow as you, Tortuga!
Voiceover: Clifford James takes exception to the ‘turtle’ remark and chases his friend outside. Ultimately he catches up to him, and lays down one of the most violent beatings you’ll ever see.
CJ: Say Uncle!
Gray: T….Tortuga!
Voiceover: Clifford James stops the violent onslaught and the two make up like only friends do. But barely a moment goes by where their minds aren’t focused on the big prize, and this week, the prize is the notoriety and the accomplishment of being the WAR Champion and earning a World Title Shot against whoever is the champion. The climb into Cliffs Ford Taurus and our hidden dashboard camera catches their interaction.
Gray: Are we alone?
Clifford shakes his head and motions in front of him. Gray mouths the word ‘fuck.’
Gray: Sorry, bro.
CJ: No worries, man. They shut that red light off when you’re not in the car. Anyway, I don’t mind being on TV. Otherwise I wouldn’t have signed the disclaimer.
Gray: You read it first, right?
CJ: Of course I did, what do you take me for… an ASSHOLE!
CJ laughed and Gray gave him a ‘I deserved that’ face.
CJ: You pumped for War?
Gray: If I win I get to finally face Beckman one on one and show him that I’m not a fucking joke… did you see what he and Orbit did to me on Slam last week. They were like high school bullies.
CJ: And you’re the marching band geek.
Gray: Thanks for your support. And did you see what they did to my guitar?
CJ: Yea, I liked Kerry. You named it after my sister.
Gray: And do you remember why I named it that.
CJ: Because it’s fat, brown and has a big hole in it!
The two shared a laugh as they pulled up to Grayson’s Uncle’s home in Selden NY.
CJ: You ready for school, nerd?
Gray punched his friend in the arm and walks off.
Voiceover: Look at that long embrace between the two closeted individuals. Did somebody say love interest?
From The Journal of Grayson Pierce(… continued)
*Climbs off soapbox.*
I apologize for the tirade; it just really grinds my gears.
Before I had the opportunity to go the Shock Incarceration Center I had to stay in Riverhead jail. It was a nightmare. They say to take out the biggest guy there to prove that you're tough. Well I took out a pedophile my first week there and earned the respect of the inmates. And in that facility, respect was literally all you had.
This pervert just talked about how lovely it was touching little girls and how their… ugh, I knocked him the fuck out, and the guards even let me do it for a minute. I saw them there, watching me as I laid fist after fist into that soulless man’s temples, mixing my blood with his blood. Thank God I didn’t contract anything from it. Then I got tazed, like really tazed, incapacitated, that shit was strong.
I spent a night and day in solitary. I almost preferred it. I got my meals, and got to eat the whole horrid thing, and I got privacy, which I desperately needed.
Oh privacy, how I miss thee.
Anyway.
I thought I was going to be there forever, but it was only night, day night and I was out. When I went back out to genpop I was viewed differently by everyone. I sat down alone as I always did, and no one came to fuck with me. The White Supremacists asked me to sit with them, when I refused the Bloods asked me their way. When I refused I was confronted by the Crips. MS13 came and asked me to sit with them, I think. Ultimately I chose to sit alone. And old man joined my side, and I’ll never forget what he said.
“Knocking the fuck out of a white guy got you points from the colored. Knocking the fuck out of a pedophile got you points from the (Hell’s) Angels. Good job, son… good job.”
And he walked off, leaving me alone. It was like that guy understood me. He knew what I was feeling at the moment, and read into my soul. I thought twice about this when he literally got on his knees and started sucking off some big bald whit dude afterwards. I needed to get out of there. Uncle Egg was able to pull some strings and get my charge reduced, and have my sentence be rehabilitation rather than incarceration. It was really the best thing for me.
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"Live" Feed
Voiceover: Grayson Pierce was not a smart man; hell most would call him an ignoramus, a fool, dumb, stupid, and downright injudicious. So he always had to go to his genius uncle Dante’s home for a study lesson. You would think he would be getting smarter by now, but alas, once a dummy, always a dummy I guess.
Gray: We are all but recent leaves on the same old tree of life and if this life has adapted itself to new functions and conditions, it uses the same old basic principles over and over again. There is no real difference between the grass and the man who mows it.
Egg: And…
Gray: The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you've gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you've gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?
Egg: Same as the man who mows the grass.
Voiceover: The two men shared a laugh, but clearly no one can understand what they’re saying.
Egg: Do you understand what I’m trying to teach you here?
Gray: This is more than a philosophy lesson, then.
Egg: What do you think?
Gray: You sound like a psychologist. Alright, let me try. You’re telling me that in this world we are all one. Despite our differences and despite our similarities we share one earth and how we treat one another reflects how we treat ourselves.
Egg: And don’t forget why we’re here, and the things we have to do to maintain our physical relationships.
Gray: Basically, we must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.
Egg: Bingo.
Voiceover: *snore* *whistle* *snor….* Oh, what contrived bullshit they spew, but I guess some people have to think beyond their means in order to become complacent in the fact that society puts a blanket over our thoughts… see I can do it to.
Quickly the conversation takes a more interesting turn…
Gray: I got this the other day.
Gray pulls out a beautiful ring from his breast pocket.
Egg: I’m honored, but no.
Voiceover: Told you he was gay.
Gray: I got this from the “producer.”
Egg: He proposed?
Gray: I don’t know what he wants.
Egg: What do you want to do with it?
Gray: What do you mean?
Egg: This guy has a greater plan for you. I don’t know who it is, but it seems like he wants you to move forward with your life. Maybe it’s purely business. Being a family man may be better for business. Perhaps he thinks that stability in your personal life will lead to stability in wrestling. Maybe he just wants you to be happy.
Gray: I am happy.
Egg: Are you? You haven’t been happy since Kat left. The closest thing I’ve seen to you being happy was when Eve came back into your life.
Gray: She is something, alright.
Egg: Then do something about it. You’ve known her your whole life, you’ve had a relationship before. It’s never too late for love.
Voiceover: Gray ponders this proposition. Maybe it’s time to rethink his swinger lifestyle and join the hetero ranks of society where we all belong.
From The Journal of Grayson Pierce(… continued)
Shock Incarceration is Boot Camp for troubled youth. I was 20 years old, too old to be considered a minor, but still too young to be seriously taken as an adult. The judge must have seen potential in me, or at least wanted to see potential and gave me 2 years there. The standard was one year, so I guess maybe he didn’t see THAT much potential in me.
It started off as terrible as you could imagine. It was run just like the boot camps on TV. The sergeants yelled and screamed in your face, their spit covering every orifice on it, and god forbid you wiped your face off, that was 50 pushups. Some kids revolted, tried to refuse to do the chores, or ‘activities’ that they set on us. Apparently they didn’t realize that this was prison, and the same rules didn’t apply here that do in the outside world.
The sergeants were huge, massive men, with weapons. Some of them had guns, and some of them had bobby clubs. All of them could dismember each and every one of us with their bare hands as well if need be. They were tough SOBs and I’m not afraid to admit that I was scared shitless of them.
I’ll never forget my first interaction with the Warden. He spoke to me in a southern drawl that was customary in Upstate NY.
“I am the law up here, boy. When I say jump, I don’t want you to ask how high, I just want you to fucking jump. We run a decent facility here. And we are allowed to use appropriate force when needed.”
He then shot the man standing right next to me in the head.
“He bit a guard, and using physical violence is reason for termination in my facility, do I make myself clear.”
He did no such thing, he walked in right next to me, as far as I knew he was a youg punk like me. I was just “fortunate” enough to watch him get murdered in cold blood rather than be the victim myself. I didn’t even argue, for fear of the same fate. Though I was ready for death, I still feared it. I knew they were serious from there. Throughout the next 2 years I watched people leave in the arms of the guards never to return. But eventually you get lumped in a group of people who know what they’re supposed to do, people with similar tenure as you in the facility. Max sentence was 3 years at that facility, and every 6 months a new recruitment was brought in. After a year we had set pace and were going on.
We had to build a snow castle made out of 1000 2 ton Ice blocks on a frozen lake for a snow festival set to take place. It had to be done by the weekend so we worked tirelessly in the blizzard weather to get it done. Of course we finished because we had no choice but to finish. The guards were just as stressed as us about it, as their asses were surely on the line to make sure shit got done correctly. They say that it was the hardest task that they put everyone through in the history of the facility, and boy was I happy to be part of it.
That may sound sarcastic, but in this entire dreary situation one light shone that broke through the darkness. Her dark eyes and dark hair caught my eye immediately and whenever I got the slightest opportunity I spoke to her. Her name was Katrina Ruiz, you may remember her as the girl who I forced myself upon while in a lycanthrope state. That night I thought was the most incredible night of my life, but it turned out to be the worst. I met her in the shittiest situation I could have possibly met someone, and she left thinking I was the villain that society made me out to be.
#FAIL.
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“LIVE FEED”
Voiceover: So Here we stand at the dramatic conclusion to our story. Our hero has fought his way throgu gridlock traffic of Long Island in the afternoon and found his Princess sitting on her front step where she used to sit when they were but children. Gray sweats beads of anxiety as he steps out of the car and walks towards his future.
Gray: Hey, Eve.
Eve: Grayson! What are you doing here? I didn’t get a call.
Gray: Nah, I thought I’d surprise you.
Eve got up and gave him a hug. Gray had a flashback of all the times this happened as a kid, and he failed to pull the trigger. He grew a set and turned his head towards hers rather than away and then their cheeks touched. They looked at each other and their eyes met, and it was full of that same exciting yet terrifying emotion that they felt every time they embraced as teenagers. Their lips moved slowly towards each others and just before they met Eve pulled away, and looked at the camera.
Gray looked too at it, and got the same frustrated feeling. She pulled back, and brushed herself off.
Eve: Um, so what do I owe the pleasure, good sir?
Gray: I… I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to work this week.
Voiceover: The coward tucked his tail between his legs and turned aroud to walk back towards his car. As usual the man failed when it was time to be clutch. He couldn’t handle the pressure, but will he be able to handle the pressure this coming Sunday at WAR XIII. Only time will tell.
From The Journal of Grayson Pierce(… continued)
When I got out things were different. I was fortunate enough to have family who supported me and believed my cockamamie story. It is completely true, but unbelievable, I understand, and if everyone thinks I’m a liar, that’s fine. Because I’ve fought through that just like I’ve fought through everything else.
Look where I stand now, at the precipice of stepping into the ring with every competitor that WCF has to offer in WAR XIII. I’ve been high on success and felt the agony of defeat, but the true measure of a warrior is how they rebound. But a truer measure of a warrior is achieving victory. There is no such thing as Moral Victories. The Denver Broncos scoring 20 points and making it to overtime against Seattle this past week in the NFL doesn’t mean shit. Just because they competed instead of getting destroyed like they did in the Superbowl, doesn’t mean that they are champions.
They still lost. They still felt the agony of defeat. Number 18 still sat on the sidelines wondering what he has to do to win. But to say that they are not warriors would be foolish, because you know that the situation may arise again where they may meet their foes once again and they will try their dam best to get that ever elusive victory this time.
It may be my first WAR match, but it’s not my first chaotic Battle Royal type match. I already succeeded in the new blood first blood battle royal just 2 short months ago. I defeated the best of the worst, and now I step into the ring with everyone. Anything can happen. Corey Black can be eliminated by The Ultimate Destroyer, Maven can eliminate the Undertaker, and this match is going to be full of surprises. This match is going to be the end all be all of the year.
This is WAR, and I will treat it as such.
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Press Conference
(NOTE: The people you see in this press conference are based off real people, but are not actually the people. Any resemblance is purely anecdotal.)
An old man stands behind a podium on stage in front of a banner reading LIVEWIRE.
Man: Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce to you, Grayson Pierce, The Livewire!
The crowd cheers and the camera pans out. It appears that every competitor in the War match is in the audience. But they all look a bit off. Gray gets up on stage and taps on the mic… no feedback… good.
Gray: This week I step into the ring with all of you, the best of the best when it comes to wrestling. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for. This is the time for us to prove that we are not mere men, but we are GODS AMONG MEN! We are better than men, we are warriors and this Sunday we will all step into the ring with one another. Some of us will walk out on our own two feet, some of us will be brought out on a stretcher. Some of us will be bloodied, beaten and bruised, and some of us will have the emotional scars haunting us for the rest of our lives. This is no normal match. This isn’t a battle royal, or a Royal Rumble… THIS… IS… WAR!
The crowd starts rumbling and looking for Gray to call on them for the Q and A.
Gray: Yes, you, Mr Black.
Black: ‘Corey Black’ Pantsareon. Even if I lose at War, I have a title shot awaiting me at Slam 300. What reason do I have to be in this match, and risk getting hurt for my title shot?
Gray: That’s a very good question Mr. Black. Well, the way I understand it, you are a true competitor. The wrestlers here respect you more than anyone else in the locker room, and it’s completely deserved. But you are right, what’s the point? Do you earn ANOTHER title shot if you somehow make it through all the other competitors and win?
Well, you would probably need it, I know more than anyone else what it’s like to be hit with the Beer Bong multiple times, it’s not pretty, and chances are you won’t fair well against Beckman in your first outing, so perhaps a second attempt at the gold would be helpful for you. Fortunately you won’t have to worry about that.
You have the biggest target on your back. By being so well respected it means that everyone will be gunning for you. And you will get your fair share of eliminations to fight your way through the melee, but you will fail if and when the opportunity arises that you have to step face to face with me. You and I are a lot alike, we have similar styles and similar attitudes about ourselves, about each other and about the sport. We both think we’re the hottest shit in the WCF, we both think the other is over rated, and we both think this business is the greatest thing that ever happened to us. The main difference is that you have experience on your side. But I have passion. You’ve been there, done that. But I have yet to taste that sweet success, and I want it, I want it more than you could possibly imagine. And this week I’ll prove it.
The crowd rumbles again and Gray points at a blue haired lady.
Lady: “People’s Champion Chelsea Armstrong.” What is it going to be like to wrestle a match where its more than about being liked by the WCF Nation, but you actually have to be a good wrestler to do well in it?
Gray: The adoring fans won’t help you this week at WAR. They may comfort you as you walk out a defeated woman, but they won’t help you win. But I recommend that you enjoy the fact that you’re so popular among the WCF Nation. Revel in it, because your time as People’s Champion will end eventually. Hell, Alex Richards has a hell of a chance to take that title right out of your pretty little hands.
Now tell me this, do you have it in you to pull double duty this Sunday? Do you have the testicular, or rather ovarian fortitude to step into the ring with a madman, then step into the ring with 30 madmen? Do you have the endurance, and the drive to try to defeat all odds and become the first woman ever to win WAR?
I believe that you believe all of these things to be true, and that’s the first step towards success. But you have to continue taking steps, then strides towards your goals. And that’s where you are lacking. Whereas you have the passion and drive to be successful, you don’t have the ability to. And that’s ok to, because you’re going to go down in history as the greatest WCF People’s Champion of all time, you just won’t go down as a War winner.
Next… you!
Man: Jay Omega, Canadian-American Champion: How much money will it take for you to let me eliminate you from the match? How about a cool million?
Gray: As tempting as it sounds, I can’t be bought. You and I have a nonverbal agreement of sorts, and that’s fine, but when it comes to wrestling it’s all me, mother fucker. I do whatever I have to do to win and no ampuont of money will keep me from my goals.
You may find solace in your alter egos, turning one on to become the hardcore queen, and then turning the other one on to become the lovable charicature that we all have come to despise. You may have defeated Zombie McMorris for that Unisted States Championship, but don’t think that you’re going to enjoy it forever.
The day may come when you have to actually defend that title against a worthy opponent, and when that day comes we will see your true gumption. Who would come out, the Omegaman, hardcore legend with a love for hurting people, or the Jay Omega who couldn’t brish his own teeth without his trusty sidekick Virgil?
It doesn’t matter, because on your best day you couldn’t defeat me on my worst, and this week will be no different. This week we step inot the ring as men, but one will leave as Champion. I promise you, that if I have anything to say about it, it sure as hell won’t be you.
Next
Man: BRAINS!
Gray: Ah Yes, Mr. Zombie Mc Morris. Your ears must have been burning from my last interchange with Omega.
‘ZMAC’: FIRE BAD!
Gray: Fire is bad, and I’m an electrical storm waiting to happen. You aren’t ready for what War has in store, ZMAC. Your accolades and your ability is far beyond anything you deserve. You have defeated the odds and become champion… but then lost it at your first defense.
Now yes, I get it, I still haven’t won a belt so who am I to talk, but that’s why I’m here. To become champ, and it all starts with War XIII. You’re going to humpback your way into the ring, and do your fair share of damage, but you better hope for a late entry, because we’ve all seen what happens to the big bad ZMAC when he’s active in the ring for more than 5 minutes. His body decomposes and all that’s left in the ring is a steaming mass of what used to be considered flesh.
I know you’re not a real Zombie, nor even claim to be. I’m not sure where you got your name from, nor do I care. All I care about is winning this match, and if you happen to be in the ring with me while I’m on my tear to the top, well, I pity you for that. All of your preparation will be for naught when I hit you with High Voltage and really show you how bad Fire can be.
NEXT!
Man: Derka Derka Jihad!
Other Man: What I believe he’s saying is that ‘whatcha gonna do when the two of us merge into one and declare WAR on you!”
The two men start posing like Hulk Hogan, however their physiques don’t really fit the bill.
Gray: I believe we have Johnny and Jahani Al… the Reb Twins present here folks… give them a smattering of applause. It’s great that this alter ego duo that surpasses even Jay Omega in inanity has a chance at this match. Johnny Reb proved himself to be an extremely talented and well-rounded athlete, but this Arab doppleganger is nothing but a joke.
Unfortunately, by Jahani being a joke, it turns Johnny into a joke, and that is something I thought I would never say. I never thought I would see the day when I lost respect for Johnny Reb, one half of the New Confederacy, one of the most dominant tag teams in the history of the WCF. But alas, that day has come.
But you can earn that repect back, Johnny. Earn it back by tossing out that alter ego, alternate reality version of yourself. By eliminating him form this match you can also eliminate him from your life, and resume being the bad ass competitor that you are. You can earn the respect of the fans and the roster that you’ve lost. And once again be dominant in this fed. Perhaps you can even go on to win the whole damn thing. You won’t, but you won’t even stand a chance with this Jahani in your way. Think about it, get back to me on it.
Man: This is going to be a Strange War!
Gray: With you in it, it sure will be, Alex Richards. You’ve impressed me the past 2 weeks. I’ve seen you running your mouth, wrestling against half assed opponents, and picking up victory after victory, but then you defeated me in the People’s Title Contender Match. Then you put up an impressive showing in our ladder match.
You sir, have earned my respect. I suffered from hyper growth here in the WCF. I got that title shot too early, I was too green. But I tasted that win, and now I want more. I have that sweet taste of success, and you now have that too. You are working your way up to the main event status where I stood for s months, and we won’t want to get back there. This is going to be a strange war indeed, my friend. May the best man win.
Man: Crikies, put another Haggis on the barbie will ya’. Kilts.
Gray: Well if it isn’t my old friend Cormack Macneill. Whereas Richards earned my respect in the ladder match, and People’s Title Contender match you lost some respect. To tell you the truth, I expected to see a giant Scotsman tossing ‘jobbers’ like a log tossing competition, but you disappointed me.
Were you even in that match? Have you even been in ANY match that you’ve competed in? You sir have a lot to prove, and you can do it here, by eliminating one man, any elimination goes on the record books as a score for the big man, and will lift you higher. Just keep your expectations where they belong. Think about eliminating one contender, then move on to the next, and the next. The more you eliminate the more chance you have of winning. But know that you won’t eliminate them all. Be humble and realize that you aren’t going to win this match either. But a good showing can boost your status a bit, which is exactly what you need.
Man: You’re not Worthy of a title shot… get it? See what I did there? Why aren’t you laughing?
Gray: I get it, it just wasn’t funny, Bryan.
Man: Has anyone seen my depends?
Gray: Mr. Salinger, so we meet again. Yes, yes, another old man joke. You seem to dwell on your age so much that I figure why not I? There’s something about you Salinger that I just don’t like. And I want to explore that feeling a bit more.
You seem shady; you seem manipulative, and condescending. You speak as though you know everything, when in reality, none of us know all there is to know. But still you stand on top of your soapbox and speak of a revolution that you will be leading. Well, I dare you to bring it my way. I dare you to try to reel me into whatever it is you’ve got going on.
Because when you finally meet a man with the moral compass and integrity that I have you will see that it’s not so easy to manipulate the ignorant masses to do your bidding. They want something greater, a man to look up to, a man they can relate to and emulate. They don’t want a man who has it all and wants more, they want to see a man with nothing and trying to support his loved ones, trying to make a name for himself not for himself but for the people in his life. They want a man like me!
Man: A man that’s gonna get beat up by ME!
Gray: Who said that? You must be Tobias Barnz.
Other Man: No that’s me!
Gray: Apologies. Then you certainly must be Daniel Booker.
Third Man: Nope, wrong again, idiot!
Gray: Well that was uncalled for. It’s just that I’ve never heard of you guys. That leaves Louis Bartowski.
Original Man: Bingo.
Gray: Well it’s a pleasure to meet you all officially. And it will be an honor to personally eliminate each and every one of you from the WAR match. I wish I had more to say about you guys, but it’s really like meeting people for the first time, then making fun of them, it’s not fair, and it’s not right. You all haven’t proved much in the WCF since you began.
But I’d like to see it. I could hassle you for the way you look, or the way you have acted, but we have yet to see the best that any of you have to offer, and this is the time to bring the best. I have to honestly and truly say that I as a wrestling fan am very interested in seeing what you have to offer, but know that you have to get by the likes of Corey Black, Steve Orbit, Gray Pierce, The Ultimate Destroyer… the list goes on. Do you know everyone you’re competing against?
It’s a lot to handle, and you have to do your best while training. I have been preparing for weeks for this match, going back, watching tapes, watching film, but there’s just so much to go over that I can’t catch it all. I have to focus my energy on the big guns, and unfortunately you all don’t fit the bill. Prove me wrong, I’ll be the first to jump on any one of your bandwagons and shout your accomplishments from the roof tops. I’m nothing if I’m not a humble man.
Man: Deuce Murdock, rogue reporter and next War winner. The news says that you have no balls, care to elaborate?
Gray: Thanks for your intellectual and perceptive question. I do in fact have gonads, and also the proverbial cojones to do things that I would not be normally comfortable with. I have stepped out of my comfort zone more times than I can count, but keep going right back in. Because when you do that enough eventually that place you once feared becomes your new home.
I’m not the type of guy who enjoys success… rather I WASN’T the type of guy to be in the spotlight, but things have changed. After countless victories over amazing opponents, and even in my losses proving to people that I am a viable star in this industry I have grown to enjoy each and every thing that I have earned, and now I desire more. This week at WAR XIII I will have the balls to step up to even the biggest, baddest, and meanest person, look them in the eye and smack them down tliek they’ve never been smacked before.
The reporters go crazy, all wanting to ask Gray a question, but with a raise of his hand he quiets them all.
Gray: Unfortunately that’s all the time we have tonight. There’s so many more to address, but don’t be disappointed, that’s what tomorrow is for. I want to thank you all for coming and leave you with this…
I will fight them in the ring
I will fight them in the corridors
I will fight them in the crowd
No man shall stand in my way towards glory
I will defend myself and my honor
I will defend my integrity, and self will
A War usually has an army, but I am an Army of one.
I will not go lightly, I will not flounder, and I will fight for what is right.
This week at War XIII I will never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, that I am at the bitter end of my physical ability, I will go on armed with my desire and passion to be the best. I will carry the wounded on my shoulders and place them where they deserve and when the smoke clears and the dust settles an electrical storm with blast thgouh the fog and haze and when your eyes adjust to the mayhem I will stand atop the heap, the winner of War XIII.
The rest may fight, but they all will fall,
There can be one winner
I will be that one.
Livewire Out!
Man: Wait, I have something to say!
Gray: Too late Alpine!