Post by Speede on Jul 25, 2011 5:36:55 GMT -5
Darkness consumes the lens of the camera. The lens cap could be still placed on the camera, or it could just be someplace incredibly dark, but one thing’s for sure. It’s dark! There is, however, a voice speaking. The voice of one Roy Speede.
Roy Speede: “This isn’t about victory. This isn’t about pain. This isn’t about proving rights to be wrong. This is about the fans.”
The scene immediately pops up, Roy Speede standing in the middle of a wrestling ring surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of seats. Wearing his wrestling attire, he looks around him; the seats are at this point empty, but Roy appears to have a reason of being here, and being here now.
Roy Speede: “That’s right; this week isn’t about getting the big win, Odin. This match won’t matter in the grand scheme of things. It’s the main event, yes, but it’s not as if it matters. It’s not like winning a damned tag team match is going to get you any closer to the tag team championships with your little butt buddy, Santiago. Not like winning last week got you that World Title belt. And that there... That was luck and circumstance that got you that, buddy. You and I both know there is realistically no way you could’ve beaten Donald Deruty without letting him take the beating of his life first, Odin. And we both know that he’s the one who should be holding that belt that’s sitting on your shoulder right now. But there’s the thing, Odin. You seem to come through when the big win is crucial. But will you be able to when the win is less important, like this week? I doubt you will, Odin, ol’ buddy. I bet you’ll wind up being the one with your shoulders on the mat, getting the one-two-three slapped beside your head as the ref raises Oblivion’s arm, as well as my own, in victory. And when all is said and done, this match means nothing; defeating you, and scoring a pin on the champ is just a bonus.
And another competitor in this match, Oblivion, has something to realize, too. Obi, it isn’t just about causing a lot of pain this week. You and I are both pretty pissed about our performances at Ultimate Showdown, and granted, you never have been fond of me, but believe me when I say co-existing will get us our revenge, and it will be oh so sweet. I’m not going to be targeting you this time, Obi. You’re in my corner. I don’t have an ounce of trust for you, but I’m going to expect cooperation this week, comrade. And after the match, we’ll inflict even more pain on that oaf, Odin Balfore.
Then, there’s Doc Henry, the WCF’s favorite redneck. Now I’m going to try to relate to you in terms you can understand here, Doc... You ain’t never done beat me, and you ain’t never done gonna beat me. Try provin’ that tuh be wrong, and I reckon I can beat’cha agin (again)... Now for the more socially adapted part of this talk, Doc and I have had our fair share of scraps before, and in two matches against me, he’s fallen short both times. He couldn’t beat me one-on-one, and he couldn’t beat me in a four-way match; in fact, I pinned him both times. And even more interesting, Doc Henry doesn’t even appear to be willing to bother against me anymore; after twice now, I think he’s finally just going to avoid me altogether and let me get to my main target, the gargantuan beast, Odin Balfore. But if he doesn’t do so, he’s in for yet another disappointing defeat at my hands. Oh well, life isn’t always fair, or at least that’s what I’ve come to expect in this company after the way D-Day’s title reign was so rudely interrupted.
Now, some of you all may be wondering what I’m doing in here in the empty arena. First and foremost, I’m here because, in just a few hours now, fans will start pouring into this arena, and of course, they’re the only reason I still even bother. I’ve accomplished a hell of a lot in the WCF, and I could retire tomorrow knowing that I am, and have been a successful wrestler in this company for six months. There are many places in the world that I’d rather be than sitting here dealing with people like Doc Henry, Odin Balfore, or the Antichrist, whoever the heck that’s supposed to be, but I’m here because the WCF has the best fans in the world, and it’s those fans that I’m here to perform for each and every week, and it’s those fans that I’m here for right now, because, unlike some wrestlers in this business, I’ve got a worldwide fanbase that appreciates what I do for them each and every week; they know how Oblivion does this to inflict pain, how Odin’s just in this to win, and how Doc loves to roll around on a mat with women who’re trying to kick his ass from here to hell and back. But the fans... They’re the most important part of the WCF, and it’s for them that I’m here right now, so I can sign autographs, so I can give photo ops to the fans, and so I can interact with a portion of the WCF’s viewers. They’ve given me so much, and it’s all I can do to give them something back, no matter how small. Meeting and talking with the fans some is as exciting to me as being able to step into this ring every night and fighting, and that’s something that’s only second nature to me to say thanks to them for all their support. Neither my teammate nor my opponents give back to the fans other than what they do in the wrestling ring each week, and that’s a disappointment to me. As far as I’m concerned, I’m going to get my hand raised solely so the fans have a reason to cheer, and solely so the fans have a good time this evening.
Doc, Odin, Oblivion, I may not have much left that can be said about the three of you, but I will say this: Come showtime, I’m going to be going all-out, and I’m going to make sure I get my hand raised in victory. Whether you do your best or not is up to you, but nobody is getting in the way of the fans this time.
Cut to black. End scene.
Roy Speede: “This isn’t about victory. This isn’t about pain. This isn’t about proving rights to be wrong. This is about the fans.”
The scene immediately pops up, Roy Speede standing in the middle of a wrestling ring surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of seats. Wearing his wrestling attire, he looks around him; the seats are at this point empty, but Roy appears to have a reason of being here, and being here now.
Roy Speede: “That’s right; this week isn’t about getting the big win, Odin. This match won’t matter in the grand scheme of things. It’s the main event, yes, but it’s not as if it matters. It’s not like winning a damned tag team match is going to get you any closer to the tag team championships with your little butt buddy, Santiago. Not like winning last week got you that World Title belt. And that there... That was luck and circumstance that got you that, buddy. You and I both know there is realistically no way you could’ve beaten Donald Deruty without letting him take the beating of his life first, Odin. And we both know that he’s the one who should be holding that belt that’s sitting on your shoulder right now. But there’s the thing, Odin. You seem to come through when the big win is crucial. But will you be able to when the win is less important, like this week? I doubt you will, Odin, ol’ buddy. I bet you’ll wind up being the one with your shoulders on the mat, getting the one-two-three slapped beside your head as the ref raises Oblivion’s arm, as well as my own, in victory. And when all is said and done, this match means nothing; defeating you, and scoring a pin on the champ is just a bonus.
And another competitor in this match, Oblivion, has something to realize, too. Obi, it isn’t just about causing a lot of pain this week. You and I are both pretty pissed about our performances at Ultimate Showdown, and granted, you never have been fond of me, but believe me when I say co-existing will get us our revenge, and it will be oh so sweet. I’m not going to be targeting you this time, Obi. You’re in my corner. I don’t have an ounce of trust for you, but I’m going to expect cooperation this week, comrade. And after the match, we’ll inflict even more pain on that oaf, Odin Balfore.
Then, there’s Doc Henry, the WCF’s favorite redneck. Now I’m going to try to relate to you in terms you can understand here, Doc... You ain’t never done beat me, and you ain’t never done gonna beat me. Try provin’ that tuh be wrong, and I reckon I can beat’cha agin (again)... Now for the more socially adapted part of this talk, Doc and I have had our fair share of scraps before, and in two matches against me, he’s fallen short both times. He couldn’t beat me one-on-one, and he couldn’t beat me in a four-way match; in fact, I pinned him both times. And even more interesting, Doc Henry doesn’t even appear to be willing to bother against me anymore; after twice now, I think he’s finally just going to avoid me altogether and let me get to my main target, the gargantuan beast, Odin Balfore. But if he doesn’t do so, he’s in for yet another disappointing defeat at my hands. Oh well, life isn’t always fair, or at least that’s what I’ve come to expect in this company after the way D-Day’s title reign was so rudely interrupted.
Now, some of you all may be wondering what I’m doing in here in the empty arena. First and foremost, I’m here because, in just a few hours now, fans will start pouring into this arena, and of course, they’re the only reason I still even bother. I’ve accomplished a hell of a lot in the WCF, and I could retire tomorrow knowing that I am, and have been a successful wrestler in this company for six months. There are many places in the world that I’d rather be than sitting here dealing with people like Doc Henry, Odin Balfore, or the Antichrist, whoever the heck that’s supposed to be, but I’m here because the WCF has the best fans in the world, and it’s those fans that I’m here to perform for each and every week, and it’s those fans that I’m here for right now, because, unlike some wrestlers in this business, I’ve got a worldwide fanbase that appreciates what I do for them each and every week; they know how Oblivion does this to inflict pain, how Odin’s just in this to win, and how Doc loves to roll around on a mat with women who’re trying to kick his ass from here to hell and back. But the fans... They’re the most important part of the WCF, and it’s for them that I’m here right now, so I can sign autographs, so I can give photo ops to the fans, and so I can interact with a portion of the WCF’s viewers. They’ve given me so much, and it’s all I can do to give them something back, no matter how small. Meeting and talking with the fans some is as exciting to me as being able to step into this ring every night and fighting, and that’s something that’s only second nature to me to say thanks to them for all their support. Neither my teammate nor my opponents give back to the fans other than what they do in the wrestling ring each week, and that’s a disappointment to me. As far as I’m concerned, I’m going to get my hand raised solely so the fans have a reason to cheer, and solely so the fans have a good time this evening.
Doc, Odin, Oblivion, I may not have much left that can be said about the three of you, but I will say this: Come showtime, I’m going to be going all-out, and I’m going to make sure I get my hand raised in victory. Whether you do your best or not is up to you, but nobody is getting in the way of the fans this time.
Cut to black. End scene.
