Post by Danny Vice on Mar 10, 2007 14:11:39 GMT -5
“War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always evil”
-Jimmy Carter
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A mail courier is seen on camera carrying a manila envelope towards the production trailer outside of the WCF Arena. He knocks several times on the outside of the off-white trailer before it is finally answered by a slightly chubby man in his early thirties.
Chubby Man: What can I do for ya?
Mail Courier: I have a first class package here that is just addressed to WCF Arena. It doesn’t say anyone particular, so I figured it would be best bring it here. Could you sign for it?
Chubby Man: Sure. As long as it isn’t one of those anthrax envelopes. Am I right?
The chubby man laughs while the courier finds the joking about the possible dangers of his line of work rather unamusing. He signs for the envelope before heading back in the trailer. Inside there are two men, one who looks about twenty, the other around fifty. The older man’s skin is a pale yellow, looking like a healthy mix of tar and nicotine from years of smoking.
Chubby Man: That guy was a ball of fun.
Young Man: What did he bring?
Chubby Man: Some envelope. I don’t even know who it’s for.
Young Man: Open it up then and take a look.
Chubby Man: I’m not digging through other people’s mail.
Young Man: Well maybe we’ll get a better idea if you look inside and see what it is.
Chubby Man: What if it’s for Mr. Lerch. He might get all ornery if he knew we opened it up.
Old Man: Give it here, I’ll take a look.
The chubby man hands it over the older man, who rips through the envelope. Inside are two regular envelopes, one addressed to Bobby Cairo, and the other Conrad Howell.
Old Man: Well there you have it, now we know where to take them.
The old man begins to stand, but is stopped by the young man who takes both envelopes out of his hands.
Young Man: No way! Now that my interest is peaked, I have to see what’s inside.
The young man opens the envelopes to find the same exact letter addressed to each of the wrestlers. He reads it aloud:
“You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.” Albert Einstein is attributed for that quote, and for the past week I have struggled with it. Contemplated it. Fought with it. I have tried to avoid it. Block it out. But it has entirely consumed me. You see, I have attempted as of late to become more a man of virtue and good. I changed the way in which I carry myself in my daily life. I changed my desires and drive to prevent evil from penetrating my life. The evil that war brings upon us. Yet, prevention is impossible, as the greatest war of our careers lurks a mere week away. And I know that it is time the body count begins. That only preparation is fitting for a time like this, and my preparation begins at Slam. So, if it not for Albert Einstein’s words, I would continually be torn and divided. Instead, come Sunday, I will be focused and ready. For your own accord, I hope you are too.
-Danny Vice
The camera fades out…
-Jimmy Carter
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A mail courier is seen on camera carrying a manila envelope towards the production trailer outside of the WCF Arena. He knocks several times on the outside of the off-white trailer before it is finally answered by a slightly chubby man in his early thirties.
Chubby Man: What can I do for ya?
Mail Courier: I have a first class package here that is just addressed to WCF Arena. It doesn’t say anyone particular, so I figured it would be best bring it here. Could you sign for it?
Chubby Man: Sure. As long as it isn’t one of those anthrax envelopes. Am I right?
The chubby man laughs while the courier finds the joking about the possible dangers of his line of work rather unamusing. He signs for the envelope before heading back in the trailer. Inside there are two men, one who looks about twenty, the other around fifty. The older man’s skin is a pale yellow, looking like a healthy mix of tar and nicotine from years of smoking.
Chubby Man: That guy was a ball of fun.
Young Man: What did he bring?
Chubby Man: Some envelope. I don’t even know who it’s for.
Young Man: Open it up then and take a look.
Chubby Man: I’m not digging through other people’s mail.
Young Man: Well maybe we’ll get a better idea if you look inside and see what it is.
Chubby Man: What if it’s for Mr. Lerch. He might get all ornery if he knew we opened it up.
Old Man: Give it here, I’ll take a look.
The chubby man hands it over the older man, who rips through the envelope. Inside are two regular envelopes, one addressed to Bobby Cairo, and the other Conrad Howell.
Old Man: Well there you have it, now we know where to take them.
The old man begins to stand, but is stopped by the young man who takes both envelopes out of his hands.
Young Man: No way! Now that my interest is peaked, I have to see what’s inside.
The young man opens the envelopes to find the same exact letter addressed to each of the wrestlers. He reads it aloud:
“You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.” Albert Einstein is attributed for that quote, and for the past week I have struggled with it. Contemplated it. Fought with it. I have tried to avoid it. Block it out. But it has entirely consumed me. You see, I have attempted as of late to become more a man of virtue and good. I changed the way in which I carry myself in my daily life. I changed my desires and drive to prevent evil from penetrating my life. The evil that war brings upon us. Yet, prevention is impossible, as the greatest war of our careers lurks a mere week away. And I know that it is time the body count begins. That only preparation is fitting for a time like this, and my preparation begins at Slam. So, if it not for Albert Einstein’s words, I would continually be torn and divided. Instead, come Sunday, I will be focused and ready. For your own accord, I hope you are too.
-Danny Vice
The camera fades out…
