Post by Micky Saint on Apr 24, 2016 14:57:57 GMT -5
A voice in the darkness
Marx: Jaded, defeated, tired, broken, beat down and smashed to pieces
A small heh can be heard
Marx: All of these things are words I have heard to describe myself and my last performance against the dark one and for some bat shit insane reason my tag partner at Aftermath, there was a rumour floating around he had actually broke my back and that I was done with wrestling. Well I'll promise you this I'll be walking down that ramp at aftermath not for anyone else but me, you see ever since I got here I tried to be something that normally comes naturally to me, the first thing I told the fans of this company was that I wanted them to hate me, I wanted them to despise me, I had grandiose dreams of you all writing letters to your heroes begging them to put me out of my misery. I wanted boos and jeers and swearing and hell I even got there for a second, you should've seen your faces after I nearly killed Teo but in the end the hero vanquishes the villain, same old story but now when I walk down the ramp at Aftermath you know what I dream of?
There is the sound of a lighter in the background
Marx: Silence, I don't wanna hear a fucking sound, I don't wanna hear a damn thing, you can cheer for Phoenix or boo for Occulo or whatever it is you do for that vampire looking twat, but when I walk out onto the stage and down the ramp I don't want to hear anything. My career has officially stopped being about you, my career and the time in that wrestling ring now exists for one thing and that is my own perverse enjoyment. See this game, this sport is built surrounding 2 opposing sides, 2 different ideals, similar to that of the black and white hats of spaghetti westerns, everything is driven forward by a bad guy and a good guy and eventually that is what it will always come down too but in the end are they really any different? Is their endgame, their goal of getting the people to cheer or boo them, to chant for them or chant against them any different? It's all about entertaining right? It's all about putting on a show, promoting the fight all the way up to and all the way through the final pinnacle clash of the opponent's right? Everyone has their role to play, even when they are trying to defeat the man in front of them, to get that win that will maybe just maybe the next big step in their career but still in the back of their head they have the voice, the voice telling them that being good at wrestling is only half the battle
A few seconds go by without a word
Marx: Lets take just for an example the chaotic face that is Andre Holmes the living embodiment of humanity's daily sacrifice of blood, sweat and tears a man who's motivation can be summed up in this meme
A picture flashes up on the screen
Marx: And the sad thing is, well have you heard the song? The guy may as well be inspired by black veil brides or some shit for fuck sake, I mean just from listening to that song I can picture this guy when he was younger, long shaggy hair, possibility of eyeliner, probably had a consistent look of someone the world just keeps kicking in the balls but is too damn stubborn to get the message
The pictures change
Marx: Yup there he is in all his breaking benjamin fan looking glory, hell I'll bet before he could get the rights too or before he found his heart song or soul music he probably walked out to the ring to the suicide inducing tones of nickleback or 3 days grace, maybe even that disturbed song where the lead singer starts it off by giving an impression of a monkey having a stroke mid ook Andre is a very basic example of what is wrong with this business, what stops people reaching the heights they have the potential too. It's because in their heads they have to relate to you or you have to find a way to relate or hate them, they have to sell themselves on a daily basis as a personality not a competitor and you know what I am no longer playing that game and it is a game ladies and gentlemen hell Occulo will be the first person to tell you that under torture, you think he and Dune give a shit about right and wrong? You think the sentinels care about any person they have "saved" lately, hell do you really think think they give a damn about each other? Nah the sentinels are an elevator tag team, one was on his way up but knew he was reaching his glass ceiling, the other was on the long fall down and the grabbed onto each other to stabilise. And that little act they do, the super hero thing it's not about you all or the down trodden and outnumbered, it's about this
Marx: The cheers and the love, why? Because every person screaming in that crowd is a walking wallet, every kid in that crowd is another merch number, every dude and woman too, those cheers put your kids in college, your wife in a maserati, you secret boyfriend in a penthouse, eh Occulo? But you know what as much as it's an act to get the cheers at least you are getting them off your own hard work, your tag team partner however, the failed MMA fight Justin the door, he probably can't believe his luck right now, getting the rub off working in trio with 2 of the best up and comers in the company, you can't argue with that opportunity, kinda makes you feel bad for Caleb getting stuck with a dick like CJ and someone who could not give a shit if he is breathing like myself. See for Justin cheers used to be easy, thats why he understands the need for them because he has probably felt the warmth of that sun before, what he is missing the difference in the people who used to cheer him, namely these guys
Marx: But now he has to make the crowd feel shit in fact they all do, in the back of their minds they know that if they can tell a little more of their story every week they might get one more shirt out of it, one more title match, TV spot, international tour because folks it really is your cheers that make those things happen for us nothing else that is why every night we fight with your for your approval more than we fight with the man in the ring and that is a fallacy I will no longer be a part of, I couldn't give a shit about you people, I said it before you wanna do something good for once? Shut the fuck up when I walk down the ramp on sunday night, please.
He exhales heavily indicating he took a second to relight his smoke
Marx: WCF is about to see something it has never seen before, it is about to see someone get in the ring and hurt someone and for the first time the people around the ring will not govern anything he does, as far as he is concerned the arena is empty, I am that person and I will use the silence in my head to drown out everyone of your worthless voices and I will go to work dismantling every single man in that ring, fuck fame gimme blood, I want Money, GORE! And Immortality
Marx: Jaded, defeated, tired, broken, beat down and smashed to pieces
A small heh can be heard
Marx: All of these things are words I have heard to describe myself and my last performance against the dark one and for some bat shit insane reason my tag partner at Aftermath, there was a rumour floating around he had actually broke my back and that I was done with wrestling. Well I'll promise you this I'll be walking down that ramp at aftermath not for anyone else but me, you see ever since I got here I tried to be something that normally comes naturally to me, the first thing I told the fans of this company was that I wanted them to hate me, I wanted them to despise me, I had grandiose dreams of you all writing letters to your heroes begging them to put me out of my misery. I wanted boos and jeers and swearing and hell I even got there for a second, you should've seen your faces after I nearly killed Teo but in the end the hero vanquishes the villain, same old story but now when I walk down the ramp at Aftermath you know what I dream of?
There is the sound of a lighter in the background
Marx: Silence, I don't wanna hear a fucking sound, I don't wanna hear a damn thing, you can cheer for Phoenix or boo for Occulo or whatever it is you do for that vampire looking twat, but when I walk out onto the stage and down the ramp I don't want to hear anything. My career has officially stopped being about you, my career and the time in that wrestling ring now exists for one thing and that is my own perverse enjoyment. See this game, this sport is built surrounding 2 opposing sides, 2 different ideals, similar to that of the black and white hats of spaghetti westerns, everything is driven forward by a bad guy and a good guy and eventually that is what it will always come down too but in the end are they really any different? Is their endgame, their goal of getting the people to cheer or boo them, to chant for them or chant against them any different? It's all about entertaining right? It's all about putting on a show, promoting the fight all the way up to and all the way through the final pinnacle clash of the opponent's right? Everyone has their role to play, even when they are trying to defeat the man in front of them, to get that win that will maybe just maybe the next big step in their career but still in the back of their head they have the voice, the voice telling them that being good at wrestling is only half the battle
A few seconds go by without a word
Marx: Lets take just for an example the chaotic face that is Andre Holmes the living embodiment of humanity's daily sacrifice of blood, sweat and tears a man who's motivation can be summed up in this meme
A picture flashes up on the screen
Marx: And the sad thing is, well have you heard the song? The guy may as well be inspired by black veil brides or some shit for fuck sake, I mean just from listening to that song I can picture this guy when he was younger, long shaggy hair, possibility of eyeliner, probably had a consistent look of someone the world just keeps kicking in the balls but is too damn stubborn to get the message
The pictures change
Marx: Yup there he is in all his breaking benjamin fan looking glory, hell I'll bet before he could get the rights too or before he found his heart song or soul music he probably walked out to the ring to the suicide inducing tones of nickleback or 3 days grace, maybe even that disturbed song where the lead singer starts it off by giving an impression of a monkey having a stroke mid ook Andre is a very basic example of what is wrong with this business, what stops people reaching the heights they have the potential too. It's because in their heads they have to relate to you or you have to find a way to relate or hate them, they have to sell themselves on a daily basis as a personality not a competitor and you know what I am no longer playing that game and it is a game ladies and gentlemen hell Occulo will be the first person to tell you that under torture, you think he and Dune give a shit about right and wrong? You think the sentinels care about any person they have "saved" lately, hell do you really think think they give a damn about each other? Nah the sentinels are an elevator tag team, one was on his way up but knew he was reaching his glass ceiling, the other was on the long fall down and the grabbed onto each other to stabilise. And that little act they do, the super hero thing it's not about you all or the down trodden and outnumbered, it's about this
Marx: The cheers and the love, why? Because every person screaming in that crowd is a walking wallet, every kid in that crowd is another merch number, every dude and woman too, those cheers put your kids in college, your wife in a maserati, you secret boyfriend in a penthouse, eh Occulo? But you know what as much as it's an act to get the cheers at least you are getting them off your own hard work, your tag team partner however, the failed MMA fight Justin the door, he probably can't believe his luck right now, getting the rub off working in trio with 2 of the best up and comers in the company, you can't argue with that opportunity, kinda makes you feel bad for Caleb getting stuck with a dick like CJ and someone who could not give a shit if he is breathing like myself. See for Justin cheers used to be easy, thats why he understands the need for them because he has probably felt the warmth of that sun before, what he is missing the difference in the people who used to cheer him, namely these guys
Marx: But now he has to make the crowd feel shit in fact they all do, in the back of their minds they know that if they can tell a little more of their story every week they might get one more shirt out of it, one more title match, TV spot, international tour because folks it really is your cheers that make those things happen for us nothing else that is why every night we fight with your for your approval more than we fight with the man in the ring and that is a fallacy I will no longer be a part of, I couldn't give a shit about you people, I said it before you wanna do something good for once? Shut the fuck up when I walk down the ramp on sunday night, please.
He exhales heavily indicating he took a second to relight his smoke
Marx: WCF is about to see something it has never seen before, it is about to see someone get in the ring and hurt someone and for the first time the people around the ring will not govern anything he does, as far as he is concerned the arena is empty, I am that person and I will use the silence in my head to drown out everyone of your worthless voices and I will go to work dismantling every single man in that ring, fuck fame gimme blood, I want Money, GORE! And Immortality
