Post by Tommy Havock on Jan 19, 2006 13:13:27 GMT -5
[Our scene begins in front of a corner convenience store in what appears to still be Smalltown, USA. The camera man appears to have caught the supermarket at a down time, as there are relatively few patrons in the store. Signs on the front of the store advertise low prices on bread, milk, and soda, and a group of teenagers are hanging out by the entrance of the store. A young man who appears to be in his early to mid-twenties walks up and the children walk away from the building. The man examines the building and begins to speak.][/i]
Tommy Havock: Welcome back to Smalltown, USA. Welcome back to my childhood, WCF. This is where Tommy Havock grew up. We've been taking a trip on the way back machine, going back to all of the places that have morphed me into the person that I am today and that I will be on Sunday, your new World's Heavyweight Champion.
Where are we today, you ask? We're at Sam's Variety, a popular place for teenagers to hang out, for Mr. and Mrs. Smith to grab some milk for little Johnny, and for Sunny and Honey to come down and, well, advertise their wares, shall we say? This is also the place of the first job held by Tommy Havock, ringing and bagging the crap that all of these people would come into the store for. Do you know how many times I had to make small-talk with these worthless people? Do you know how many times I had to pretend to care that little Susie was home sick throwing up? Do you know how often I would have to fake a smile when someone my family knew would walk in?
So what did I do about it, you ask? Nothing. I didn't steal from the register to support a drug habit. I didn't leave the milk out so it would go bad as a surprise to the customers. I made each penny that I earned, saved it up, and bought an N64. And with that N64, I purchased a video game called NO MERCY. With that game, I learned my true calling. As I defeated each wrestler in the video game, I realized how much I enjoyed the sight, enjoyed the spectacle. This is when I learned what I wanted to do with the rest of the my life.
No, I never stole from the cash register here at Sam's to support a drug habit. I never had to pass drugs or weapons as a way of making extra money. We're better than that. Instead, I bottled up the frustration of having to deal with these low-lives every time I worked and I kept these bottles stored for this very period in my life. You see, at War Match on Sunday, when I step into that ring, each bottle of pent-up anger will be opened. Just like Popeye with his cans of spinach, I will use that as my energy source. When things are down for Havock, you'll see a bottle open up and a burst of energy. A Havock-Wrecker or a Cranium Crusher later, and the War Match will have one less combatant. That will be repeated until, finally, I am the last one standing and I am proclaimed as the new WCF World's Heavyweight Champion.
Customers emerge from the store with their bags of assorted groceries. Havock looks down to his shoes as if for inspiration and speakers]
Go right ahead, WCF... Make me open those bottles of aggression.. Bring the past to the present... Go ahead... [glow=red,2,300]Do it...you won't![/glow]
Tommy Havock: Welcome back to Smalltown, USA. Welcome back to my childhood, WCF. This is where Tommy Havock grew up. We've been taking a trip on the way back machine, going back to all of the places that have morphed me into the person that I am today and that I will be on Sunday, your new World's Heavyweight Champion.
Where are we today, you ask? We're at Sam's Variety, a popular place for teenagers to hang out, for Mr. and Mrs. Smith to grab some milk for little Johnny, and for Sunny and Honey to come down and, well, advertise their wares, shall we say? This is also the place of the first job held by Tommy Havock, ringing and bagging the crap that all of these people would come into the store for. Do you know how many times I had to make small-talk with these worthless people? Do you know how many times I had to pretend to care that little Susie was home sick throwing up? Do you know how often I would have to fake a smile when someone my family knew would walk in?
So what did I do about it, you ask? Nothing. I didn't steal from the register to support a drug habit. I didn't leave the milk out so it would go bad as a surprise to the customers. I made each penny that I earned, saved it up, and bought an N64. And with that N64, I purchased a video game called NO MERCY. With that game, I learned my true calling. As I defeated each wrestler in the video game, I realized how much I enjoyed the sight, enjoyed the spectacle. This is when I learned what I wanted to do with the rest of the my life.
No, I never stole from the cash register here at Sam's to support a drug habit. I never had to pass drugs or weapons as a way of making extra money. We're better than that. Instead, I bottled up the frustration of having to deal with these low-lives every time I worked and I kept these bottles stored for this very period in my life. You see, at War Match on Sunday, when I step into that ring, each bottle of pent-up anger will be opened. Just like Popeye with his cans of spinach, I will use that as my energy source. When things are down for Havock, you'll see a bottle open up and a burst of energy. A Havock-Wrecker or a Cranium Crusher later, and the War Match will have one less combatant. That will be repeated until, finally, I am the last one standing and I am proclaimed as the new WCF World's Heavyweight Champion.
Customers emerge from the store with their bags of assorted groceries. Havock looks down to his shoes as if for inspiration and speakers]
Go right ahead, WCF... Make me open those bottles of aggression.. Bring the past to the present... Go ahead... [glow=red,2,300]Do it...you won't![/glow]
