Post by Rick Mad on Jan 28, 2010 17:48:22 GMT -5
We open up outside of Rick Mad's house. It is pretty much your average, fairly nondescript house; it looks to have been quite lived in by this point. Some of the house's light green paint is chipping. Rick steps out, closes and locks his door, then gets into his car. A 2003 emerald green Chevy Cavalier.
We open up again as Rick is driving.
Rick Mad: So, here I am. My big interview before Ten. I'm supposed to talk about.. what, exactly? My match against Davey Ortega, I suppose. Well I'll get to that in good time. I have a lot on my mind. I'm once again leaving my house, driving to an airport, only to fly hundreds of miles to some random city.. Cameraman, where is Ten taking place again?
Cameraman: Reading, Pennsylvania.
Rick slams on the breaks.
Rick Mad: ...Reading, Pennsylvania... you mean... like twenty minutes from my house?
Cameraman: Yep.
Rick Mad: ...You were going to let me drive all the way to the airport without telling me?
Cameraman: I'm just a cameraman. I'm not supposed to interact with the talent.
Rick sighs to himself, and we see him turning the car around.
Rick Mad: Alright, well, anyway. Back to my house then. I was about to make a point: Notice that I call it a house, not a home. Because in ten years I've lived here.. and it still doesn't feel like a home. It feels like a place I go every so often to get some rest, but that is about it. Wrestlers don't get to have homes, all we get are temporary places to hang our hats. Then its off again to the next city, then the next, then the next. Never ends.
Again, Rick sighs.
Rick Mad: Sorry, I'm ranting. I'm an old man wrestler now, what do you expect? You're just going to get a lot of boring stories that don't go anywhere from me. Next up, I'm gonna tell you all about how things used to be in MY day.
Rick laughs to himself.
Rick Mad: Nah, just kidding. I'm not senile enough to think that someone might enjoy that. And I'm just poking fun at the age thing, I'm glad to say that I've been around this long. Anyway, though. Ten is going to be a BIG night. For me.. AND my friend Logan. I think it is about time that I answer the question as to why I joined up with him at One. Well.. Logan and I are going to become the dominant force in the tag team world. That is, if Logan doesn't win the World Title. If Logan wins the Title I'll probably just turn on him and feud with him for the belt because that would be neat and I want a Title so whatever.
Rick coughs.
Rick Mad: Just kidding, Logan. Really. Mostly. Kind of. Okay, I'm not, but whatever. He'd do the same thing to me. But onto my opponent at Ten. Davey Ortega. I guess we were just paired together randomly because we're both kinda old timers. Well.. THIS old timer is gonna win, I can tell you that. Nuff.. f'n.. said.
Rick arrives back at his house, exactly where he started.
We open up again as Rick is driving.
Rick Mad: So, here I am. My big interview before Ten. I'm supposed to talk about.. what, exactly? My match against Davey Ortega, I suppose. Well I'll get to that in good time. I have a lot on my mind. I'm once again leaving my house, driving to an airport, only to fly hundreds of miles to some random city.. Cameraman, where is Ten taking place again?
Cameraman: Reading, Pennsylvania.
Rick slams on the breaks.
Rick Mad: ...Reading, Pennsylvania... you mean... like twenty minutes from my house?
Cameraman: Yep.
Rick Mad: ...You were going to let me drive all the way to the airport without telling me?
Cameraman: I'm just a cameraman. I'm not supposed to interact with the talent.
Rick sighs to himself, and we see him turning the car around.
Rick Mad: Alright, well, anyway. Back to my house then. I was about to make a point: Notice that I call it a house, not a home. Because in ten years I've lived here.. and it still doesn't feel like a home. It feels like a place I go every so often to get some rest, but that is about it. Wrestlers don't get to have homes, all we get are temporary places to hang our hats. Then its off again to the next city, then the next, then the next. Never ends.
Again, Rick sighs.
Rick Mad: Sorry, I'm ranting. I'm an old man wrestler now, what do you expect? You're just going to get a lot of boring stories that don't go anywhere from me. Next up, I'm gonna tell you all about how things used to be in MY day.
Rick laughs to himself.
Rick Mad: Nah, just kidding. I'm not senile enough to think that someone might enjoy that. And I'm just poking fun at the age thing, I'm glad to say that I've been around this long. Anyway, though. Ten is going to be a BIG night. For me.. AND my friend Logan. I think it is about time that I answer the question as to why I joined up with him at One. Well.. Logan and I are going to become the dominant force in the tag team world. That is, if Logan doesn't win the World Title. If Logan wins the Title I'll probably just turn on him and feud with him for the belt because that would be neat and I want a Title so whatever.
Rick coughs.
Rick Mad: Just kidding, Logan. Really. Mostly. Kind of. Okay, I'm not, but whatever. He'd do the same thing to me. But onto my opponent at Ten. Davey Ortega. I guess we were just paired together randomly because we're both kinda old timers. Well.. THIS old timer is gonna win, I can tell you that. Nuff.. f'n.. said.
Rick arrives back at his house, exactly where he started.