Post by Jimmy Zane on Jan 28, 2010 19:43:38 GMT -6
[Full circle indeed. The circle of life never stops, and we will always find ourselves at a similar crossroads every now and then. A place that seems downright familiar. A place that, no matter how hard we try to forget, fate just won't let us. A place like Metamorphosis. The very name of this month's pay per view is exactly what Jimmy Zane has undertaken over the last year. Everyone wants to chalk it up to gimmick changes, or changes just to appease management, or the fans, or anyone else. Nobody wants the truth, not the real truth anyway. They want a fairytale. Something they can chalk up to a childish whim so that they don't have to truly understand the full life-changing experience that Jimmy Zane went through this year. From the VooDoo Child to the Dark Messiah was the natural progression of Jimmy Zane. A move chosen for him by fate, not by himself. But people doubt him, and they doubt fate. But the one thing that can always be said about fate...Don't tempt it, because it might be you that fate bites in the ass!]
(The scene fades in where we last left off as Jimmy Zane stands in front of the old dilapidated, burnt up shell of a building. The former home of "Wondering Eye" Tattoo. Fate, and clues from the VooDoo Queen herself, have led him here. But why? Why would she lead him to this building that has seen it's better days. This building that holds nothing but a bunch of burnt and rotten wood, equipment, and little else. But still, fate has led him to this place and this time, and it's up to Jimmy to figure out why.
He pulls down the caution tape and steps into the rubble. He slowly walks through the building, looking for a sign, or a clue...
SOMETHING!
He moves burnt pieces of wood, and finds just more garbage. He nears the back of the shop where there appeared to be an office. He walks in the door and pulls out his pocket maglite. He starts flashing it around, looking for something to catch his eye. He walks around a broken old desk and behind it. On the wall, hangs a blackened picture. As he gets closer to the picture, he realizes that just the glass is blackened. He wipes his hand across it and wipes off a film of dust and soot. His eyes widen as there on the wall, hangs a picture of his mother and father after they got matching tattoos. Jimmy quickly takes the picture off the wall and walks out into the light. He pulls the frame apart, ripping the picture out. He walks onto the sidewalk and he can't believe what he is seeing. He turns the picture over, and in nearly faded pen, is simply a date..
[My first birthday?]
Jimmy stands there, confused. He never saw a tattoo on his mother his entire life. He folds the picture and puts it in his jacket pocket and hails a cab. As the cab pulls up, he climbs in and gives the driver his home address. He sits there a moment, contemplating this picture. After a few moments of silence, he looks up into the camera as he rides along.)
Gib, you and I have been everywhere together, and back again, my friend. We have done it all, together, and apart. But the problem with you, Gib, is that you are so stuck on being "old school" that you never even thought that I don't subscribe in the "old school/new school" argument. My father was just like you. He thought things had to be a certain way because that's how it was back in the day. Wake up man, this is 2010, and things change. The one thing my dad never learned, and the one thing you seem to be having trouble grasping is...
THE ONLY CONSTANT IN THIS WORLD IS CHANGE!
If you don't change with the times, then time passes you by. I will admit that you are a beast in the ring. You could go down as one of the best wrestlers and toughest competitors of all time. Hell, you could even be in the Hall of Fame. That wouldn't shock me in the least. I have always looked up to you, and nothing has changed as far as that goes, Gib. But the one thing you need to realize before it's too late....
IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO LOOK DOWN ON ME!
You talk about not needing a moniker. About not needing a subtitle. But you are just like everyone else, huh, "80's Icon"? Or how about "The Millennium Icon"? Have you ever stopped to think that I didn't choose my monikers?
THEY CHOSE ME!
I didn't choose to be a VooDoo Child. I was born into it. I am sure your son understands when I say that we can't choose our parents, Gib. I couldn't have chosen my mother to be a VooDoo Queen, and my father to be a professional wrestler. Growing up, it was the last thing I wanted my parents to be. Children are brutally honest, and will ridicule one another for anything. Do you think it was easy having the Punisher as my father? Do you? Going to school after every televised event, listening to all the kids tell me how worthless my father was because he lost. Or tell me how lucky he was to win. All the while knowing in my mind, that what my father did for a living was an embarrassment to my family...
AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME!
I dreaded watching him on television because I knew in my heart that was as close as I would ever get to my father. That was as close as I would get to the man who called me his son and claimed to love me more than anything. But that was a lie, wasn't it, Gib. It's the same lie you told your kids, and it's the same reason that Xander can't stand to be around you today...
BECAUSE NEITHER OF YOU LOVED EITHER OF US MORE THAN YOU LOVED THIS BUSINESS!!!
You think they put me in this match so I would be an easy win for you and your shot at the world title? You think they put me in this match against you to give you the opportunity to just cruise on through to face Falcon or Angel? Well, you probably do, because that's the man we all know and love. The man so driven by his own ego, that even at your age, you put yourself through hell just to be in that ring. You would cut your damn arm off, if you think it would get over. But the plain and simple fact of the matter is Jimmy Zane is in this match because he deserves to be. Because I have worked my ass off a hell of a lot harder and he whole hell of a lot longer in this company than you have. And you think you deserve it more because you spent some time sucking up to Adam Knite?
WAKE THE **** UP!
I have toiled along the bottom of this cesspool of losers, half-asses and curtain jerkers for too long to let you come along and ruin everything I worked for. I will be damned if you are going to be the man that steps in my way and knocks me off track of the one thing I have wanted longer than I can remember. You say a real friend wouldn't step in front of another friend's dream?
HOW'S THAT WORKING OUT FOR YOU?
You are a hypocrite, Gib, and you always have been. The only problem is, nobody ever wanted to call you on your total load of bull**** before. Better than me in every aspect of the game? Maybe? I beat you with a rollup, or a "trick" you say? You call it a fluke? Well, what is it you used to tell me? Let me see if I remember how it goes. Hmmmmmm, it was something about winning...
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
Yeah, I could have beaten you with Black Magic, but it only took a schoolboy to win. You see, my Dad did teach me some things when I was growing up. I mean, he didn't teach me a lot, but he did teach me some things. He taught me my first offensive move in the ring. He taught me how to handle myself backstage, and he told me the most important piece of advice I could have ever used in the ring, and it came to mind during our last match...
WORK SMARTER, NOT HARDER!
Why go through all the work of setting you up for a finisher when all it took was a rollup? Why go through the grind of a long, drawn out match. Going back and forth and back and forth, trying to wear you down, when all it took was a rollup? Why in the world would I ever want to subject myself to possible injury, and let you try to kill me again by throwing me head first into the ringpost...
WHEN ALL IT TOOK WAS A ROLLUP?!
And come Sunday, whether it takes 3 Black Magics, 4 Headshrinkers, 3 Goats, 2 Sheep and a partridge in a pear tree, or just one single, solitary rollup, I will win this match. I will move on to face the world champion next month. It is my dream and it is my destiny, and I will be damned if I am going to let you walk into that ring this week, and walk out with MY shot at the title. Now whether you like it or not, it doesn't matter to me, but when it's all said and done, you will realize that in that ring, I am my father's son. I am the son of the man who took you through hell and back and left you for dead in that ring. And you will respect me. You will respect me as a competitor. As a friend. And most definitely as...
A 2ND GENERATION WRESTLER...
A 5 STAR ATHLETE...
AND SOMEONE WHO PROVED TO BE 10 TIMES BETTER THAN YOU!
(Jimmy smirks as the cab pulls up at his place. He pays the cab driver and gets out. He heads into the house, and unfolds the picture and places it on his desk. He removes his cap and coat and hangs them up and then grabs another light and a magnifying glass. As he begins to examine the picture he found in the burned down wrecking of Wondering Eye Tattoo, the scene fades to black.)
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(The scene fades in where we last left off as Jimmy Zane stands in front of the old dilapidated, burnt up shell of a building. The former home of "Wondering Eye" Tattoo. Fate, and clues from the VooDoo Queen herself, have led him here. But why? Why would she lead him to this building that has seen it's better days. This building that holds nothing but a bunch of burnt and rotten wood, equipment, and little else. But still, fate has led him to this place and this time, and it's up to Jimmy to figure out why.
He pulls down the caution tape and steps into the rubble. He slowly walks through the building, looking for a sign, or a clue...
SOMETHING!
He moves burnt pieces of wood, and finds just more garbage. He nears the back of the shop where there appeared to be an office. He walks in the door and pulls out his pocket maglite. He starts flashing it around, looking for something to catch his eye. He walks around a broken old desk and behind it. On the wall, hangs a blackened picture. As he gets closer to the picture, he realizes that just the glass is blackened. He wipes his hand across it and wipes off a film of dust and soot. His eyes widen as there on the wall, hangs a picture of his mother and father after they got matching tattoos. Jimmy quickly takes the picture off the wall and walks out into the light. He pulls the frame apart, ripping the picture out. He walks onto the sidewalk and he can't believe what he is seeing. He turns the picture over, and in nearly faded pen, is simply a date..
..::FEBRUARY 17, 1981::..
[My first birthday?]
Jimmy stands there, confused. He never saw a tattoo on his mother his entire life. He folds the picture and puts it in his jacket pocket and hails a cab. As the cab pulls up, he climbs in and gives the driver his home address. He sits there a moment, contemplating this picture. After a few moments of silence, he looks up into the camera as he rides along.)
Gib, you and I have been everywhere together, and back again, my friend. We have done it all, together, and apart. But the problem with you, Gib, is that you are so stuck on being "old school" that you never even thought that I don't subscribe in the "old school/new school" argument. My father was just like you. He thought things had to be a certain way because that's how it was back in the day. Wake up man, this is 2010, and things change. The one thing my dad never learned, and the one thing you seem to be having trouble grasping is...
THE ONLY CONSTANT IN THIS WORLD IS CHANGE!
If you don't change with the times, then time passes you by. I will admit that you are a beast in the ring. You could go down as one of the best wrestlers and toughest competitors of all time. Hell, you could even be in the Hall of Fame. That wouldn't shock me in the least. I have always looked up to you, and nothing has changed as far as that goes, Gib. But the one thing you need to realize before it's too late....
IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO LOOK DOWN ON ME!
You talk about not needing a moniker. About not needing a subtitle. But you are just like everyone else, huh, "80's Icon"? Or how about "The Millennium Icon"? Have you ever stopped to think that I didn't choose my monikers?
THEY CHOSE ME!
I didn't choose to be a VooDoo Child. I was born into it. I am sure your son understands when I say that we can't choose our parents, Gib. I couldn't have chosen my mother to be a VooDoo Queen, and my father to be a professional wrestler. Growing up, it was the last thing I wanted my parents to be. Children are brutally honest, and will ridicule one another for anything. Do you think it was easy having the Punisher as my father? Do you? Going to school after every televised event, listening to all the kids tell me how worthless my father was because he lost. Or tell me how lucky he was to win. All the while knowing in my mind, that what my father did for a living was an embarrassment to my family...
AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME!
I dreaded watching him on television because I knew in my heart that was as close as I would ever get to my father. That was as close as I would get to the man who called me his son and claimed to love me more than anything. But that was a lie, wasn't it, Gib. It's the same lie you told your kids, and it's the same reason that Xander can't stand to be around you today...
BECAUSE NEITHER OF YOU LOVED EITHER OF US MORE THAN YOU LOVED THIS BUSINESS!!!
You think they put me in this match so I would be an easy win for you and your shot at the world title? You think they put me in this match against you to give you the opportunity to just cruise on through to face Falcon or Angel? Well, you probably do, because that's the man we all know and love. The man so driven by his own ego, that even at your age, you put yourself through hell just to be in that ring. You would cut your damn arm off, if you think it would get over. But the plain and simple fact of the matter is Jimmy Zane is in this match because he deserves to be. Because I have worked my ass off a hell of a lot harder and he whole hell of a lot longer in this company than you have. And you think you deserve it more because you spent some time sucking up to Adam Knite?
WAKE THE **** UP!
I have toiled along the bottom of this cesspool of losers, half-asses and curtain jerkers for too long to let you come along and ruin everything I worked for. I will be damned if you are going to be the man that steps in my way and knocks me off track of the one thing I have wanted longer than I can remember. You say a real friend wouldn't step in front of another friend's dream?
HOW'S THAT WORKING OUT FOR YOU?
You are a hypocrite, Gib, and you always have been. The only problem is, nobody ever wanted to call you on your total load of bull**** before. Better than me in every aspect of the game? Maybe? I beat you with a rollup, or a "trick" you say? You call it a fluke? Well, what is it you used to tell me? Let me see if I remember how it goes. Hmmmmmm, it was something about winning...
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
Yeah, I could have beaten you with Black Magic, but it only took a schoolboy to win. You see, my Dad did teach me some things when I was growing up. I mean, he didn't teach me a lot, but he did teach me some things. He taught me my first offensive move in the ring. He taught me how to handle myself backstage, and he told me the most important piece of advice I could have ever used in the ring, and it came to mind during our last match...
WORK SMARTER, NOT HARDER!
Why go through all the work of setting you up for a finisher when all it took was a rollup? Why go through the grind of a long, drawn out match. Going back and forth and back and forth, trying to wear you down, when all it took was a rollup? Why in the world would I ever want to subject myself to possible injury, and let you try to kill me again by throwing me head first into the ringpost...
WHEN ALL IT TOOK WAS A ROLLUP?!
And come Sunday, whether it takes 3 Black Magics, 4 Headshrinkers, 3 Goats, 2 Sheep and a partridge in a pear tree, or just one single, solitary rollup, I will win this match. I will move on to face the world champion next month. It is my dream and it is my destiny, and I will be damned if I am going to let you walk into that ring this week, and walk out with MY shot at the title. Now whether you like it or not, it doesn't matter to me, but when it's all said and done, you will realize that in that ring, I am my father's son. I am the son of the man who took you through hell and back and left you for dead in that ring. And you will respect me. You will respect me as a competitor. As a friend. And most definitely as...
A 2ND GENERATION WRESTLER...
A 5 STAR ATHLETE...
AND SOMEONE WHO PROVED TO BE 10 TIMES BETTER THAN YOU!
(Jimmy smirks as the cab pulls up at his place. He pays the cab driver and gets out. He heads into the house, and unfolds the picture and places it on his desk. He removes his cap and coat and hangs them up and then grabs another light and a magnifying glass. As he begins to examine the picture he found in the burned down wrecking of Wondering Eye Tattoo, the scene fades to black.)
..::TO BE CONTINUED::..
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