Post by Nate Nytro on Feb 12, 2006 14:55:16 GMT -5
“The true competitor is the one who gives all he has all the time” – Bruce Lee
(The sun shines through the curtains as the camera backs up to reveal Nate Nytro. He is seated in a rotating chair in front of his computer, browsing the WCF section on an online encyclopedia…and getting emotional about it. He is incredibly decrepit in appearance. His hair is a greasy mess and it looks like he’s been wearing the same clothes for days. He takes another sip of a Coke and sets the can down. Scattered around his desk are empty Coke cans by the dozens.)
Nate Nytro: For the past few weeks…I’ve been listless. I’ve been unmotivated. I’ve been selfish. I’ve been criticized by peers for my carelessness; I’ve been reprimanded by the authorities for my apathy; I’ve been ridiculed by my fans for my failure to inspire. Truth is it’s hard to inspire when you, yourself, no longer have the will to help yourself.
(Our fallen hero shuts off the monitor and turns to face the camera.)
Nate Nytro: I’ve given up. I’ve spent my entire life trying, giving all I have, and have failed. I tried the role of artist and that ambition melted away. I tried to play the part of knight and shining armor, and have yet to start a family. I’ve tried to be a great competitor, and still have not received any recognition. I’ve given to the fans, to the companies, all in the vain of a little pat on the back; just a name in the record books, where I made a difference for one brief iota of existence.
(Nate laughs to himself, as if his own torment is a joke.)
Nate Nytro: “Pity me, oh pity me woefully”. I suppose that’s my angle; win the sympathy of fans and thusly their confidence in me. Win the hearts of millions and my turn in the spotlight. If I can’t deliver in the ring, why not have a heart-warming back-story to give me a push into the paparazzo’s flash; attention I don’t deserve.
(He grabs his can of Coke and pours the remaining contents down his throat. He slams it on the desk.)
Nate Nytro: Well fuck that!
(Nate slowly rises out of his chair. We can distinctly hear some popping cartilage. He walks towards the door.)
Nate Nytro: Out of soda again.
(Nate opens the door and begins to pass through. He quickly pops back in.)
Nate Nytro: Oh, and uh, see you in the ring…and stuff.
(Nate slams the door behind him and the feed ends.)
(The sun shines through the curtains as the camera backs up to reveal Nate Nytro. He is seated in a rotating chair in front of his computer, browsing the WCF section on an online encyclopedia…and getting emotional about it. He is incredibly decrepit in appearance. His hair is a greasy mess and it looks like he’s been wearing the same clothes for days. He takes another sip of a Coke and sets the can down. Scattered around his desk are empty Coke cans by the dozens.)
Nate Nytro: For the past few weeks…I’ve been listless. I’ve been unmotivated. I’ve been selfish. I’ve been criticized by peers for my carelessness; I’ve been reprimanded by the authorities for my apathy; I’ve been ridiculed by my fans for my failure to inspire. Truth is it’s hard to inspire when you, yourself, no longer have the will to help yourself.
(Our fallen hero shuts off the monitor and turns to face the camera.)
Nate Nytro: I’ve given up. I’ve spent my entire life trying, giving all I have, and have failed. I tried the role of artist and that ambition melted away. I tried to play the part of knight and shining armor, and have yet to start a family. I’ve tried to be a great competitor, and still have not received any recognition. I’ve given to the fans, to the companies, all in the vain of a little pat on the back; just a name in the record books, where I made a difference for one brief iota of existence.
(Nate laughs to himself, as if his own torment is a joke.)
Nate Nytro: “Pity me, oh pity me woefully”. I suppose that’s my angle; win the sympathy of fans and thusly their confidence in me. Win the hearts of millions and my turn in the spotlight. If I can’t deliver in the ring, why not have a heart-warming back-story to give me a push into the paparazzo’s flash; attention I don’t deserve.
(He grabs his can of Coke and pours the remaining contents down his throat. He slams it on the desk.)
Nate Nytro: Well fuck that!
(Nate slowly rises out of his chair. We can distinctly hear some popping cartilage. He walks towards the door.)
Nate Nytro: Out of soda again.
(Nate opens the door and begins to pass through. He quickly pops back in.)
Nate Nytro: Oh, and uh, see you in the ring…and stuff.
(Nate slams the door behind him and the feed ends.)
