Post by Ricky Johnson on Jan 29, 2010 5:57:45 GMT -6
Location:Johnson Mansion
Time: 3:48pm
{Ricky Johnson. Normally, after such an epic win, he is all joyous and cheerful. But not this week. Something is different.}
Ricky - I know I should be happy about last week, leading my team to victory and all. But, a harsh reality has set in. A reality that I had to come face to face with, whether I want to or not. The reality is simply this...
{Ricky pauses, inhales, and continues}
Ricky - After this Sunday, one of two things is happening. I am either going to have to admit something I don't want to, or I have to do something I never thought I would do.
{Another pause}
Ricky - You know, maybe it's come to this point for a reason. I am going to war with Sexy Jason this Sunday. An "I quit" match to determine who is better. But maybe the question has already been answered.
{Ricky holds up one finger.}
Ricky - The first senario: I lose. It seems Jason has my number so to speak. In our last match, as unjust as it was, he did get his hand raised. Maybe I'll have to admit it: I can't beat Sexy Jason. He has this huge edge so to speak. Maybe I can't beat him. Maybe he's just better than me. Hell, he won the first time we wrestled. Is just fate, or written somewhere, or set in stone? No matter how much I hate, dispise, or even like Jason, no matter how much I beat on him, attempt to maim, or cripple him, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I'm not going to win anyway?
{Hands on hips, Ricky's head falls and he sighs.}
Ricky - It's said that everyone has their moment of doubt. A loss, by one of the humiliating ways of defeat, screaming in agony, begging, pleading for your attacker to stop, and yelling into a microphone, in front of thousands of people live, and millions watching on television, that you quit. You've had enough. You are not man enough. You're not a bad enough dude to save the president. That's what I'm looking at. This is a disticnt possibility.
{Running his hands through his hair, and out of his face, he continues.}
Ricky - I've never looked at a loss in such a way. This match is big, Jason. A match that one man may never recover from. Would it break me? I doubt it, but a loss to you, in any situation, much less one of this magnitude, is not something I look forward to.
{Ricky cracks his knuckles.}
Ricky - So I must do everything to make sure it doesn't happen.
{A serious faced Ricky continues}
Ricky - Which brings me to the second senario : I win. Let me say this, As much as I don't like you Jason or even hate you, I respect you just as much. I hate you because of the past I just went over. You've beaten me. You made me second guess how good I thought I was. You have gotten the praise, the accolades, the respect I so crave. So, you might say, I'm jealous. I'm jealous that I'm not where you are. And because of that fact Jason, I will do whatever I have to do, to ensure I even get the chance to be where you are right now.
{Another pause, this one longer than usual.}
Ricky - I can only think to myself, how far would I go? Would I really attempt to end your career? Would I try to hospitalize you, Jason? Ever since this match was announced those questions among others, have ran through my mind. I debated these past few days about really hurting you. I have fantasized about putting you out permanently. Standing over your broken body, as bones protrude from your skin. All of that, So that I can take your spot. So that I have everything you have, plus what I have already. And, as enticing as that sounded to me at certain point, another part of me thought about something else.
{Ricky shifts to his right, leaning in that direction, as if it's another side of his mind.}
Ricky - You are a human being. Do I dare rob you of a way to make a living? Do I turn out to be a horrible, hideous monster that stops at nothing to get what he wants? And what's more, do I do this to a person who has fought along side me at certain points? A person who I have shared expierences with? A person I shared victory with?
{Ricky turns his head. to the camera after the series of rhtorical questions.}
Ricky - And Now, I have made up my mind.
{His body follows.}
Ricky - And the answer is YES.
{Ricky sighs at the last word, relishing his decision.}
Ricky - The answer is yes, Jason. I would do those things to you. I would make it some you cannot compete in the ring again. If it were legal, I would kill you dead in the ring, if it meant I get what I want.
{Seemingly invigorated by the answer, he continues}
Ricky - Jason, at the end of the day, you have what I want, and making you quit, will not only be good for my career, I will take personal enjoyment in it. I will thoroughly enjoy, making you scream in pain. I will be in estacy hearing your bones break. Make no mistake you may survive this match, but I cannot allow you to win. Your victory makes everything I've worked for, every title I've won, meaningless. I am going to warn you right now Jason, Our past, means nothing. All the things that brought us to this situation, are irrelevent. All bets are off. I'm going to take you, and everything you have. It will be mine. The only thing that you have that I don't want...is a "most improved wrestler" trophy from nCw. I want to keep that, so when it's all over, and your career is finished, you can look at what you once had, and could have been. And it will be because of me. I want that trophy to remind you of that. A reminder, forever, of what a a man can do when he is willing to do anything, and I mean anything... to win.
{A stern look from Ricky. Cut to Black.}
Time: 3:48pm
{Ricky Johnson. Normally, after such an epic win, he is all joyous and cheerful. But not this week. Something is different.}
Ricky - I know I should be happy about last week, leading my team to victory and all. But, a harsh reality has set in. A reality that I had to come face to face with, whether I want to or not. The reality is simply this...
{Ricky pauses, inhales, and continues}
Ricky - After this Sunday, one of two things is happening. I am either going to have to admit something I don't want to, or I have to do something I never thought I would do.
{Another pause}
Ricky - You know, maybe it's come to this point for a reason. I am going to war with Sexy Jason this Sunday. An "I quit" match to determine who is better. But maybe the question has already been answered.
{Ricky holds up one finger.}
Ricky - The first senario: I lose. It seems Jason has my number so to speak. In our last match, as unjust as it was, he did get his hand raised. Maybe I'll have to admit it: I can't beat Sexy Jason. He has this huge edge so to speak. Maybe I can't beat him. Maybe he's just better than me. Hell, he won the first time we wrestled. Is just fate, or written somewhere, or set in stone? No matter how much I hate, dispise, or even like Jason, no matter how much I beat on him, attempt to maim, or cripple him, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I'm not going to win anyway?
{Hands on hips, Ricky's head falls and he sighs.}
Ricky - It's said that everyone has their moment of doubt. A loss, by one of the humiliating ways of defeat, screaming in agony, begging, pleading for your attacker to stop, and yelling into a microphone, in front of thousands of people live, and millions watching on television, that you quit. You've had enough. You are not man enough. You're not a bad enough dude to save the president. That's what I'm looking at. This is a disticnt possibility.
{Running his hands through his hair, and out of his face, he continues.}
Ricky - I've never looked at a loss in such a way. This match is big, Jason. A match that one man may never recover from. Would it break me? I doubt it, but a loss to you, in any situation, much less one of this magnitude, is not something I look forward to.
{Ricky cracks his knuckles.}
Ricky - So I must do everything to make sure it doesn't happen.
{A serious faced Ricky continues}
Ricky - Which brings me to the second senario : I win. Let me say this, As much as I don't like you Jason or even hate you, I respect you just as much. I hate you because of the past I just went over. You've beaten me. You made me second guess how good I thought I was. You have gotten the praise, the accolades, the respect I so crave. So, you might say, I'm jealous. I'm jealous that I'm not where you are. And because of that fact Jason, I will do whatever I have to do, to ensure I even get the chance to be where you are right now.
{Another pause, this one longer than usual.}
Ricky - I can only think to myself, how far would I go? Would I really attempt to end your career? Would I try to hospitalize you, Jason? Ever since this match was announced those questions among others, have ran through my mind. I debated these past few days about really hurting you. I have fantasized about putting you out permanently. Standing over your broken body, as bones protrude from your skin. All of that, So that I can take your spot. So that I have everything you have, plus what I have already. And, as enticing as that sounded to me at certain point, another part of me thought about something else.
{Ricky shifts to his right, leaning in that direction, as if it's another side of his mind.}
Ricky - You are a human being. Do I dare rob you of a way to make a living? Do I turn out to be a horrible, hideous monster that stops at nothing to get what he wants? And what's more, do I do this to a person who has fought along side me at certain points? A person who I have shared expierences with? A person I shared victory with?
{Ricky turns his head. to the camera after the series of rhtorical questions.}
Ricky - And Now, I have made up my mind.
{His body follows.}
Ricky - And the answer is YES.
{Ricky sighs at the last word, relishing his decision.}
Ricky - The answer is yes, Jason. I would do those things to you. I would make it some you cannot compete in the ring again. If it were legal, I would kill you dead in the ring, if it meant I get what I want.
{Seemingly invigorated by the answer, he continues}
Ricky - Jason, at the end of the day, you have what I want, and making you quit, will not only be good for my career, I will take personal enjoyment in it. I will thoroughly enjoy, making you scream in pain. I will be in estacy hearing your bones break. Make no mistake you may survive this match, but I cannot allow you to win. Your victory makes everything I've worked for, every title I've won, meaningless. I am going to warn you right now Jason, Our past, means nothing. All the things that brought us to this situation, are irrelevent. All bets are off. I'm going to take you, and everything you have. It will be mine. The only thing that you have that I don't want...is a "most improved wrestler" trophy from nCw. I want to keep that, so when it's all over, and your career is finished, you can look at what you once had, and could have been. And it will be because of me. I want that trophy to remind you of that. A reminder, forever, of what a a man can do when he is willing to do anything, and I mean anything... to win.
{A stern look from Ricky. Cut to Black.}