Post by Kevin Hardaway on Sept 5, 2007 23:56:20 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a dark and empty locker room. How do I know? Have no clue because all the camera can see is pitch black. What am I? Psychic? Wow, looks like I was right after the camera moves down to the floor as the door opens and two people walk into the empty room it appears. The camera shows the empty and clean room as we mentioned as a pair of feet walk into the room, rolling a suitcase behind them. One has a pair of black old school Chuck Taylor's, the other is a pair of black and red DC shoes. Looks like a male and a female here as the person wearing the DC's is a little more big. Who really knows though. They keep rolling the suitcase in as voices are now heard. First the male...
Finally...something nice around here.
The female then speaks up towards the camera.
Yeah, i'll say.
It feels nice finally being able to change by your lonesome instead of around 20 other guys. You know...didn't feel right.
The unknown female walks closer to the unknown male as you only see their legs. She lifts one of her legs up...possibly for a kiss. Maybe these two are lovers or possibly married, who knows. She walks to check out the rest of the locker room as the unknown male sits down somewhere and sets the suitcase up. The camera starts to rise up and up and up, until we finally get a glimpse of the unknown male. Taking his black ball cap off, he runs a hand through his dark brown hair, almost down to his shoulders but not in the terms of the long flowing style you see from models and movie stars. Just rugged and...there. Like a normal man has it set up. The camera then gets a view of the unknown woman. Dressed nicely in a pair of tight knee high pants and a tight black Social Distortion t-shirt, she sits beside the man and grabs his hand and hers and looks at him.
Something the matter?
Nah, i'm good. You know...new enviroment. I basically don't know anybody here so it's going to be rough the first couple weeks. I've faced through this before, so it's no worries at all.
Are you sure?
Yeah, i'm sure, babe. This always happens. And if I don't fit in, I have something in my contract that gives me the right to leave within the first month without any problems.
Have you always had that?
Not until now. I think it works for every place, you know. You try to get your feet wet, yet people don't want to be around you. I know the feeling all too well. But you know what? Something feels right in this place. I can't quite put my finger on it, but everything seems fine for a change.
She puts her head on his shoulder.
Are you sure, love?
Absolutely positive. You have nothing to worry about.
Well if anything happens, you can talk to me, okay?
I know, babe.
They share a quick, long kiss before the man stands up.
I'm going to go out and get a jog in, apparently it's nice outside.
Ok? I'm going to shower anyways. I feel all dirty from the plane ride over here. So, you go do that.
I'll be back in a little bit.
They share another quick hug and kiss.
I love you.
I love you too.
The man walks out of the room and closes the door gently. He sees the camera outside of the room as he starts walking. He smiles to it and starts walking towards the door. He puts on his headphones and walks outside.
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The scene opens up in the lobby-esue area of the backstage area in whatever arena the nCw is in this week...I think it's Las Vegas. The scene shows wrestlers, friends, family, backstage equals talking amongst themselves and a few other people as the camera starts moving...in a first person like state throughout the entire lobby until this unknown person reaches the door, opening it, subjecting himself to the outside world. It's quite the beautiful day outside, not a cloud in sight, sun beaming down, not to mention it's not too hot or not too cold outside. Perfect weather for a perfect day. The unknown person starts running again as we subject the camera in his eyes again as it looks on into the street. And while all of this is going on, Killswitch Engage is playing somewhere, although we don't know where as this person runs past certain random people. The camera finally switches from the first person view to finally see the face of this man, running through the streets, headphones on, music blaring through them as he keeps running and jogging. He gets to about a half mile away and he stops, looking all around as he sees the camera looking at him. He smiles and starts walking back to the arena, paying attention to the camera.
That always feels good. Going outside and letting the warm breeze take over yourself. I usually run 2 miles everyday in shifts, so...this was shift 2. Been running ever since I got back into professional wrestling. Back in 2002, I was in this shape wrestling for a little known company called the Hardcore World Federation. There, I basically became who I am today, what you see in that ring. Then again, it didn't really matter did it? I became their World Champion, and it was one of the best feelings in the world. But the feeling became grim, it became 2nd rate to me. See, I told you this all before, but not in stone like this. One month after I became their World Heavyweight Champion, they decided to up their game, set their standards a little higher. That month they created the Menace Championship, a title that would be bigger than the World Heavyweight belt, you know. Grim. I tried my hardest to win that damn thing, but I never succeeded. The company folded about 6 months later and somehow I was just so out of it that I just sat on my ass for the next 3 years trying to find a purpose in life. Gained about 30 pounds. I looked like hell. I mean I had a job somewhere that I can't remember, but still. Of course, that's when I started getting back into shape thanks to the XHF.
He keeps on walking back to the arena, the camera still focused out on him as he keeps walking, putting his headphones down around his neck so he can talk quieter to the camera. Bad habit, I know. He ends up taking a bottle of water out, drinking some of it, still walking.
Back in March of 2005, I quit my job and I signed a deal with those guys. Apparently they saw what it took from me way back when from the HWF and were impressed by the way I wrestled, the way I was. I was so glad that they made me sign with them. Any other wrestler in the world would be just as happy with signing to a big rookie deal like that. Then everything just fell apart from there in the first month. First, they make me go out there and wrestle like i'm from "The Matrix" and that i'm from "The Future". I'll admit that the movie is probably one of my favorites ever...I know, coming from me. But I didn't wanna wrestle like that. Although i'm kind of glad that I got to drop the stupid thing. Bad news was, it almost cost me my job. I was low on material, so I watched a few tapes of other promotions and I ended up copying their promos and using them out in the ring. June 5th...they called me into their offices. They found out. I got caught. They fined me $10,000, suspended me for a month without pay and almost kicked me out. Did you know how depressed that made me feel? Sure, it was my fault, but it doesn't matter.
He keeps drinking the bottle of water, sitting down on a nearby bench, taking a breather as the camera is still focused out on him. All while this is going on, he keeps waving to random people who happen to run by him, also exercising it appears to be. He decides to keep talking from the bench
I came back though, and I did it with the best thing I knew I could do and that was wrestle out in that ring and take some names. Within coming back and within almost losing my job, I won the Tag Team titles and I won the United States title...not to mention the US title being in a Best of Five with a man named Spike Kane. Basically developed the rivalry that is still being talked about when you mention the best feuds in professional wrestling today. Once again, everything fell flat on my face once again. Nothing bad happened this time, didn't get suspended or anything, just...had nothing on my plate. I ended up winning the US belt a record 4 times. And what does that tell you, everybody? Midcard? Average? That's all I got called around there. Not only out in the ring but in the back. Sad thing was, it is the backstage turmoil and the backstage drama that will probably make the XHF fall like Berlin come the next couple of months. Hey, I had fun there. I had a good time, but that was it. And by the time I won the X*Crown title, it was too late for me.
He decides to get up, and starts walking back to the arena again. It's a half of a mile, so it's actually a pretty long walk. The person and the cameraman don't mind though as it's actually still beautiful outside...there are days where the outside world is waiting for it...even though it's mostly hot and or cold outside most of the time
All of what I said, all of what I have done, all of everything. It has one thing in common and that is two simple words to the human ear: Glass...Ceiling. Throughout my whole career, that's all i've been under. Sure, i've won countless World Titles, but the problem with those was that I never got a chance to accept them as what they are due to personal things, due to other things, due to problems within companies, everything. I've never gotten a chance to be at the top and yell out to the world that I am the greatest, that I am the best at the moment. That's what I want to do. And everywhere i've been, I have never gotten a chance to do that. Not until now at least. I said to you all that this is a clean slate, a brand new start and this is that brand new start.
Both the person and the cameraman can see the outside of the arena now as they walk up to the parking lot of it, him smiling now for some odd reason. He now finishes off his water bottle as he starts fiddling around with the empty bottle now. He gets back to the arena and opens the door, throwing the bottle of water out into the trash.
Oh, by the way...for those of you who don't know or didn't know...the name is Kevin Hardaway. I'm sure you'll be seeing me in the nCw for awhile to come. You know I will.
Kevin starts walking and he starts to look for something, yet it seems like he can't find it. All of a sudden, he sees a random person talking to some other people, probably people who work here at the stadium. Kevin walks up to him.
Kevin Hardaway: Hey mister...do you know where the restroom is at?
The person turns his head and points to the direction of where it's at. The person just happens to be nCw interviewer, Chad Lights.
Chad Lights: Yeah, first door on your right. Hey, you new here?
Kevin Hardaway: Yeah, just arrived here. Kevin Hardaway
Chad Lights: Oh, Chad Lights...i'm the interviewer around here.
Kevin Hardaway: Oh, then i'll be seeing more of you then. Heh, nice to meet you.
Kevin starts walking to the restroom, smiling and putting his .mp3 player into his pocket as he enters the room. By accident, he bumps into somebody though on the way, but Kevin passes it off and doesn't see who the person is. Short to medium blonde hair, tattoos all around. The person starts walking away and Kevin, all of a sudden gets a jolt into his system as he turns around and looks at the person who he bumped into. He thinks about it for a second and then shrugs his shoulders...
Kevin Hardaway: Nah...
He walks into the bathroom...like he saw a ghost it appeared. A ghost of a former shell from somebody he knew. The scene fades.
Finally...something nice around here.
The female then speaks up towards the camera.
Yeah, i'll say.
It feels nice finally being able to change by your lonesome instead of around 20 other guys. You know...didn't feel right.
The unknown female walks closer to the unknown male as you only see their legs. She lifts one of her legs up...possibly for a kiss. Maybe these two are lovers or possibly married, who knows. She walks to check out the rest of the locker room as the unknown male sits down somewhere and sets the suitcase up. The camera starts to rise up and up and up, until we finally get a glimpse of the unknown male. Taking his black ball cap off, he runs a hand through his dark brown hair, almost down to his shoulders but not in the terms of the long flowing style you see from models and movie stars. Just rugged and...there. Like a normal man has it set up. The camera then gets a view of the unknown woman. Dressed nicely in a pair of tight knee high pants and a tight black Social Distortion t-shirt, she sits beside the man and grabs his hand and hers and looks at him.
Something the matter?
Nah, i'm good. You know...new enviroment. I basically don't know anybody here so it's going to be rough the first couple weeks. I've faced through this before, so it's no worries at all.
Are you sure?
Yeah, i'm sure, babe. This always happens. And if I don't fit in, I have something in my contract that gives me the right to leave within the first month without any problems.
Have you always had that?
Not until now. I think it works for every place, you know. You try to get your feet wet, yet people don't want to be around you. I know the feeling all too well. But you know what? Something feels right in this place. I can't quite put my finger on it, but everything seems fine for a change.
She puts her head on his shoulder.
Are you sure, love?
Absolutely positive. You have nothing to worry about.
Well if anything happens, you can talk to me, okay?
I know, babe.
They share a quick, long kiss before the man stands up.
I'm going to go out and get a jog in, apparently it's nice outside.
Ok? I'm going to shower anyways. I feel all dirty from the plane ride over here. So, you go do that.
I'll be back in a little bit.
They share another quick hug and kiss.
I love you.
I love you too.
The man walks out of the room and closes the door gently. He sees the camera outside of the room as he starts walking. He smiles to it and starts walking towards the door. He puts on his headphones and walks outside.
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The scene opens up in the lobby-esue area of the backstage area in whatever arena the nCw is in this week...I think it's Las Vegas. The scene shows wrestlers, friends, family, backstage equals talking amongst themselves and a few other people as the camera starts moving...in a first person like state throughout the entire lobby until this unknown person reaches the door, opening it, subjecting himself to the outside world. It's quite the beautiful day outside, not a cloud in sight, sun beaming down, not to mention it's not too hot or not too cold outside. Perfect weather for a perfect day. The unknown person starts running again as we subject the camera in his eyes again as it looks on into the street. And while all of this is going on, Killswitch Engage is playing somewhere, although we don't know where as this person runs past certain random people. The camera finally switches from the first person view to finally see the face of this man, running through the streets, headphones on, music blaring through them as he keeps running and jogging. He gets to about a half mile away and he stops, looking all around as he sees the camera looking at him. He smiles and starts walking back to the arena, paying attention to the camera.
That always feels good. Going outside and letting the warm breeze take over yourself. I usually run 2 miles everyday in shifts, so...this was shift 2. Been running ever since I got back into professional wrestling. Back in 2002, I was in this shape wrestling for a little known company called the Hardcore World Federation. There, I basically became who I am today, what you see in that ring. Then again, it didn't really matter did it? I became their World Champion, and it was one of the best feelings in the world. But the feeling became grim, it became 2nd rate to me. See, I told you this all before, but not in stone like this. One month after I became their World Heavyweight Champion, they decided to up their game, set their standards a little higher. That month they created the Menace Championship, a title that would be bigger than the World Heavyweight belt, you know. Grim. I tried my hardest to win that damn thing, but I never succeeded. The company folded about 6 months later and somehow I was just so out of it that I just sat on my ass for the next 3 years trying to find a purpose in life. Gained about 30 pounds. I looked like hell. I mean I had a job somewhere that I can't remember, but still. Of course, that's when I started getting back into shape thanks to the XHF.
He keeps on walking back to the arena, the camera still focused out on him as he keeps walking, putting his headphones down around his neck so he can talk quieter to the camera. Bad habit, I know. He ends up taking a bottle of water out, drinking some of it, still walking.
Back in March of 2005, I quit my job and I signed a deal with those guys. Apparently they saw what it took from me way back when from the HWF and were impressed by the way I wrestled, the way I was. I was so glad that they made me sign with them. Any other wrestler in the world would be just as happy with signing to a big rookie deal like that. Then everything just fell apart from there in the first month. First, they make me go out there and wrestle like i'm from "The Matrix" and that i'm from "The Future". I'll admit that the movie is probably one of my favorites ever...I know, coming from me. But I didn't wanna wrestle like that. Although i'm kind of glad that I got to drop the stupid thing. Bad news was, it almost cost me my job. I was low on material, so I watched a few tapes of other promotions and I ended up copying their promos and using them out in the ring. June 5th...they called me into their offices. They found out. I got caught. They fined me $10,000, suspended me for a month without pay and almost kicked me out. Did you know how depressed that made me feel? Sure, it was my fault, but it doesn't matter.
He keeps drinking the bottle of water, sitting down on a nearby bench, taking a breather as the camera is still focused out on him. All while this is going on, he keeps waving to random people who happen to run by him, also exercising it appears to be. He decides to keep talking from the bench
I came back though, and I did it with the best thing I knew I could do and that was wrestle out in that ring and take some names. Within coming back and within almost losing my job, I won the Tag Team titles and I won the United States title...not to mention the US title being in a Best of Five with a man named Spike Kane. Basically developed the rivalry that is still being talked about when you mention the best feuds in professional wrestling today. Once again, everything fell flat on my face once again. Nothing bad happened this time, didn't get suspended or anything, just...had nothing on my plate. I ended up winning the US belt a record 4 times. And what does that tell you, everybody? Midcard? Average? That's all I got called around there. Not only out in the ring but in the back. Sad thing was, it is the backstage turmoil and the backstage drama that will probably make the XHF fall like Berlin come the next couple of months. Hey, I had fun there. I had a good time, but that was it. And by the time I won the X*Crown title, it was too late for me.
He decides to get up, and starts walking back to the arena again. It's a half of a mile, so it's actually a pretty long walk. The person and the cameraman don't mind though as it's actually still beautiful outside...there are days where the outside world is waiting for it...even though it's mostly hot and or cold outside most of the time
All of what I said, all of what I have done, all of everything. It has one thing in common and that is two simple words to the human ear: Glass...Ceiling. Throughout my whole career, that's all i've been under. Sure, i've won countless World Titles, but the problem with those was that I never got a chance to accept them as what they are due to personal things, due to other things, due to problems within companies, everything. I've never gotten a chance to be at the top and yell out to the world that I am the greatest, that I am the best at the moment. That's what I want to do. And everywhere i've been, I have never gotten a chance to do that. Not until now at least. I said to you all that this is a clean slate, a brand new start and this is that brand new start.
Both the person and the cameraman can see the outside of the arena now as they walk up to the parking lot of it, him smiling now for some odd reason. He now finishes off his water bottle as he starts fiddling around with the empty bottle now. He gets back to the arena and opens the door, throwing the bottle of water out into the trash.
Oh, by the way...for those of you who don't know or didn't know...the name is Kevin Hardaway. I'm sure you'll be seeing me in the nCw for awhile to come. You know I will.
Kevin starts walking and he starts to look for something, yet it seems like he can't find it. All of a sudden, he sees a random person talking to some other people, probably people who work here at the stadium. Kevin walks up to him.
Kevin Hardaway: Hey mister...do you know where the restroom is at?
The person turns his head and points to the direction of where it's at. The person just happens to be nCw interviewer, Chad Lights.
Chad Lights: Yeah, first door on your right. Hey, you new here?
Kevin Hardaway: Yeah, just arrived here. Kevin Hardaway
Chad Lights: Oh, Chad Lights...i'm the interviewer around here.
Kevin Hardaway: Oh, then i'll be seeing more of you then. Heh, nice to meet you.
Kevin starts walking to the restroom, smiling and putting his .mp3 player into his pocket as he enters the room. By accident, he bumps into somebody though on the way, but Kevin passes it off and doesn't see who the person is. Short to medium blonde hair, tattoos all around. The person starts walking away and Kevin, all of a sudden gets a jolt into his system as he turns around and looks at the person who he bumped into. He thinks about it for a second and then shrugs his shoulders...
Kevin Hardaway: Nah...
He walks into the bathroom...like he saw a ghost it appeared. A ghost of a former shell from somebody he knew. The scene fades.