Post by liber8 on Jan 13, 2002 18:15:26 GMT -6
:: There is a room dark with only a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. We can just make out the walls filled with pictures of people, some with interesting injuries, other with nothing wrong with them at all. Novacaine with mask still on sits near a workbench. It is beleived to be his office in his appartment, because in the background we can just make out his wife screaming at him. ::
"Magic, there is something you should come to realise, and realise it you will. You may still have getten far on your beleifs that wrestling is no more then that. A match between man pitting muscle against muscle, technique against technique and those are all that mattered. Only the strongest survived then... Well things have changed my friend. We are no longer just a sport, we are sports etertainment."
"The people don't give half a shit about your safety, wether you walk out face bleeding, teeth lost on the floor, bones sticking out. They live off our pain, our stife... They stand in the fucking crowd waving they pathetic flags waiting for the momment when one has fallen and the other has risen. I only chose to feed those bloodthirsty animals, for I myself crave that thrill, the crowd screaming your name. Wether it be in agony of defeat, of the virtues of victory..."
"Everyone in this whole fucking arena is a pawn to a sick game that only the brutal can win... And I chose to take the most brutal path I can, and it just so happens that this path brings a smile upon my face. A grin if you will came about me when I saw your rib cage crunch and my eyes lit up like a little boy on christmas day... But we will meet along side your rules in a tag match. The Depression and I vs yourself and the fairplay enforcer. I can't guarantee I will follow the rules, but I can guarantee that I will feed the fans what they want, and the brutality that they expect!"
:: He turns to his workbench and picks up a magazine from a stack he ahs next to him. He leafs through it and begins ripping new pictures out... ::
"Magic, there is something you should come to realise, and realise it you will. You may still have getten far on your beleifs that wrestling is no more then that. A match between man pitting muscle against muscle, technique against technique and those are all that mattered. Only the strongest survived then... Well things have changed my friend. We are no longer just a sport, we are sports etertainment."
"The people don't give half a shit about your safety, wether you walk out face bleeding, teeth lost on the floor, bones sticking out. They live off our pain, our stife... They stand in the fucking crowd waving they pathetic flags waiting for the momment when one has fallen and the other has risen. I only chose to feed those bloodthirsty animals, for I myself crave that thrill, the crowd screaming your name. Wether it be in agony of defeat, of the virtues of victory..."
"Everyone in this whole fucking arena is a pawn to a sick game that only the brutal can win... And I chose to take the most brutal path I can, and it just so happens that this path brings a smile upon my face. A grin if you will came about me when I saw your rib cage crunch and my eyes lit up like a little boy on christmas day... But we will meet along side your rules in a tag match. The Depression and I vs yourself and the fairplay enforcer. I can't guarantee I will follow the rules, but I can guarantee that I will feed the fans what they want, and the brutality that they expect!"
:: He turns to his workbench and picks up a magazine from a stack he ahs next to him. He leafs through it and begins ripping new pictures out... ::