Post by havoc on Jul 14, 2009 0:15:25 GMT -5
(As we come back from commercial, the lights lower and a sick blue light shines on the entrance ramp as the openning cords of Queen's "I Want It All" comes over the P.A. A lone figure emerges from the entrance way taking a moment to stop and look around. The man has shaggy brown hair, medium length, and he looks unshaven. He is dressed in a black long sleeve dress shirt with grey streaks running down it and a nice pair of jeans. The only thing he isn't wearing is a pair of shoes. He brushes some of his hair out of his eyes and walks to the ring. He has an expressionless look on his face as he gets into the ring. He slowly lifts the mic up and clears his throat.
Ahem. When a wrestler retires, he generally leaves his boots in the ring as a sign of respect for the business. It means that he feels that he has accomplished all he can in his career and has decided to step down and let a new generation, a younger generation take his place. Long gone are the glory days of the likes of Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Bruiser Brody and Lou Thez. Instead of figure fours, bionic elbows and wrestling we now see shooting star presses, chokeslams and sports entertainment. As a wrestler it kills me to know that what I once loved and cherished has been degraded and carnivalized for the sake of you, the people. Always craving something more, something different, something bigger and shinier. I've often been told that wrestling has "evolved" into what it is today to stay relevant to stay apart of the "main stream". And so I retired, at the end of my last match I unlaced my boots and I left them in the middle of the ring. No one knew what to say to me as I walked to the back, still not a word as I packed up my bags and loaded them into my car. The silence was deafening as I drove off into the night. No one need say anything, unlike wrestling I didn't "evolve" with the times I stayed the same person I was from the moment I broke into wrestling and till the moment I left wrestling. What once where fans cheering my every move where now marks calling me boring or past my prime. Past my prime? PAST MY PRIME? I'M 28 FUCKING YEARS OLD!
(He takes a moment to collect himself, his cool exterior visibly shaken. With a deep breath he looks up and pushes some hair out of his eyes.)
Do any of you have any idea of what it's like? What it's like to be told it's time to retire? To be told your no longer needed? To have your heart, your passion, your love taken away from you, because you don't fly off the top rope? To have everything taken away from you because you don't do a hurricanrana? Do you know what it feels like to have a hole ripped into your soul because your not a sports entertainer? That night I left my boots in the ring I made myself a vow, I made myself a promise. That I would never lace my boots again, that I would rather be dead before I came out here to a bunch of pretty sparklers in a pink speedo, dancing to the latest pop hit. I told myself I'd rather be dead, hmpf.....dead. You know I made the mistake of thinking death was a physical condition. Now I know you don't have to be physically dead, no that's just a luxury. I look at myself in the mirror every day. I think of the man I once was and then I think of the man I am today, and then a little while ago I realized something. I was dead. So one more time I'm going to lace up my boots, one more time I'm going to walk down to this ring, and one more time I'm going to do what I love. They say you only live once, well I'm going to take back my life. And I'm going to hurt anyone that gets in my way.
(With that the man lowers the mic and puts it on the ring. He makes his way out and slowly up the ramp. At the top he stops and looks around. He pushes his hair out of his eyes again and smiles. He turns and walks to the back
(OOC-Forgive me if I ramble I haven't done this in a while.)
Ahem. When a wrestler retires, he generally leaves his boots in the ring as a sign of respect for the business. It means that he feels that he has accomplished all he can in his career and has decided to step down and let a new generation, a younger generation take his place. Long gone are the glory days of the likes of Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Bruiser Brody and Lou Thez. Instead of figure fours, bionic elbows and wrestling we now see shooting star presses, chokeslams and sports entertainment. As a wrestler it kills me to know that what I once loved and cherished has been degraded and carnivalized for the sake of you, the people. Always craving something more, something different, something bigger and shinier. I've often been told that wrestling has "evolved" into what it is today to stay relevant to stay apart of the "main stream". And so I retired, at the end of my last match I unlaced my boots and I left them in the middle of the ring. No one knew what to say to me as I walked to the back, still not a word as I packed up my bags and loaded them into my car. The silence was deafening as I drove off into the night. No one need say anything, unlike wrestling I didn't "evolve" with the times I stayed the same person I was from the moment I broke into wrestling and till the moment I left wrestling. What once where fans cheering my every move where now marks calling me boring or past my prime. Past my prime? PAST MY PRIME? I'M 28 FUCKING YEARS OLD!
(He takes a moment to collect himself, his cool exterior visibly shaken. With a deep breath he looks up and pushes some hair out of his eyes.)
Do any of you have any idea of what it's like? What it's like to be told it's time to retire? To be told your no longer needed? To have your heart, your passion, your love taken away from you, because you don't fly off the top rope? To have everything taken away from you because you don't do a hurricanrana? Do you know what it feels like to have a hole ripped into your soul because your not a sports entertainer? That night I left my boots in the ring I made myself a vow, I made myself a promise. That I would never lace my boots again, that I would rather be dead before I came out here to a bunch of pretty sparklers in a pink speedo, dancing to the latest pop hit. I told myself I'd rather be dead, hmpf.....dead. You know I made the mistake of thinking death was a physical condition. Now I know you don't have to be physically dead, no that's just a luxury. I look at myself in the mirror every day. I think of the man I once was and then I think of the man I am today, and then a little while ago I realized something. I was dead. So one more time I'm going to lace up my boots, one more time I'm going to walk down to this ring, and one more time I'm going to do what I love. They say you only live once, well I'm going to take back my life. And I'm going to hurt anyone that gets in my way.
(With that the man lowers the mic and puts it on the ring. He makes his way out and slowly up the ramp. At the top he stops and looks around. He pushes his hair out of his eyes again and smiles. He turns and walks to the back
(OOC-Forgive me if I ramble I haven't done this in a while.)
