Post by doc on May 2, 2010 7:35:03 GMT -6
It's been a hectic last few days. I don't know why, though. I mean, I hardly sleep at all right now, I could do pretty much anything I wanted at night with no distractions. For some reason, I can't quite bring myself to stop lying here, in my bed, awake. It's not that I enjoy feeling how I feel, that's for sure; but there's a voice in my head that calls out for the cruelty of the night. That's the old me finding its way to get out. I associated cruelty with every day life. Not until I came to America to 'chase the dream' did I realize the gap between the goldfish bowl of the inner-city street life that I had experienced in Glasgow and the rather different expectations that came with money. You get on TV a couple of times and make some quick cash wrestling when you're only starting out and you're already thrust in to these expensive neighborhoods by companies 'trying to protect you' and having to deal with an entirely different set of personalities than you're used to. Gone is the grittiness of living a life of confusion, 'skint' as hell, hanging around with the kind of guys that someone like you only sees on TV shows. Someone like you has never had to worry about which area you walk through just because you stayed in a different one, no gangs, no me against the world mentality which stems from it all. You use all these big words when you talk as if to prove your 'status' to world, because in America, the emphasis on status is a lot greater. In your naive existence, everything you've known has taught you to think a certain way. It allows you to be nice and creative, because you are shielded from the every day life of those you consider inferior.
I, on the other hand, have my feet stationed on planet earth a little more securely, because my concerns aren't with what lies beyond. My concerns have always been rather more immediate than yours, concerns such as survival, street fame and making money since a young adolescent age. I'm a voice of the harsh realities of every day life. They don't like people like us, we're too loud, aggressive, harsh in tongue. But we know more than you will ever know, and that's an education you can't buy at any of your middle America schools or expensive colleges.
****, just remembered I have to cut a promo for the nCw website tomorrow. There's a few guys coming round to video it, which means I should probably try and tidy up a little too. I would tell you that this whole scenario would be greatly improved with just a few extra hours of sleep, but you probably already know that.
The lighting and camera is just about set up in Doc's living room when he decides to get in a comfortable seat and get ready. He's relieved, in a way, that they arranged to come to his house to cut the promo. Saves him a hassle. But he's also aware that there are a lot of people out there waiting to hear what he has to say.
It's Saturday, and Doc is only one day away from the opportunity to claim his first piece of gold as an nCw superstar. For most, this would be a time to let naive ambitions run free. He could picture himself already champion, as AJ Phoenix would, or he could dream of the future accolades which winning would certainly put him in line for. But his worries are rather more immediate. Worries such as sleeping, studying his opponent and getting in the right frame of mind to wrestle are the ones which occupy Doc on this occasion. But make no mistake, he knows what the entire scenario entails. He knows that there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The camera finally clicks on and a middle-aged man sporting an "nCw Staff" t-shirt gives Doc a thumbs up to begin.
"They say time flies when you're having fun, and that's a fair observation. But how many of you know what effect longing for a certain event has on time? How many of you have spent each morning ticking off another number on a calender, wishing the painful stretch of time would hurry itself up? That's how I've felt this week, and for the first time, I can start to feel the big day get closer. Tomorrow night, at the legendary Madison Square Gardens, I finally have the chance to step in to the ring against the Xtreme Champion, Sephiroth du Lac."
"And it would be great to walk out of A Night to Remember as the new Xtreme Champion. But right now, winning the championship is nothing more to me than the icing on the cake. What I really want is you, Seph. I want to opportunity to show the world how you slipped through my fingers in the past couple of weeks, but that as soon I hold you in my palm, I will crush you and your title reign before it even begins. Tonight, I plan to have my last restless night's sleep in a long time. I plan to go to bed tomorrow with the Xtreme Title draped across my chest, enjoying a piece of mind which can only come from victory."
"As far as I can work out, this all began back when we were forced to partner each other. You were hot off a huge victory Seph - a victory against a heavily-sedated-looking Ricky Johnson, to be fair - but a victory none the less. And you weren't happy that I didn't acknowledge your victory in my promo, rather, I was more focused on beating our opponents. Obviously, your focus was a little different, considering that you cost our team the match. Despite spending that whole week telling us how 'history is written by the winners', you decided to sacrifice the chance to win, just to send a message to me ahead of A Night to Remember. That said a lot about your character, but I'm not going to complain about it. The wrestling industry is full of cowboys, each trying to further himself in any way possible. That's part and parcel of this business."
"I just hope that when time brings us to just a few mere hours before our match tomorrow night and your thoughts go in to overdrive about this whole situation, you can honestly tell yourself that you made the right decision that night on Collision. Because should you lose tomorrow night, it's going to be a very hard decision to justify. You made clear that your priorities were to beat me and retain the Xtreme Championship, but if you don't manage to do either...it'll suck to be you on Monday morning."
"And there's nothing I would love more. I want you to wake up with that sickening feeling of defeat in your gut on Monday and feel how I felt after Collision two weeks ago. I want you to suffer mentally and physically. Because I hate you Seph, I do. I hate you for what you have put me through, but I have light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how you look at it, I have everything to gain tomorrow night. But you, 'buddy', have everything to lose."
"Since you asked, though, I have suffered the loss of family members from a young age. I know what it's like to bury someone close to me, although obviously not my kids, since I don't have any. If you would have paid attention to anything relevant over the past couple of months you would know that Julie is the first woman I've ever spent more than a few nights with, but whatever. This isn't a game show. I don't expect you to know things, because it hit me a while ago that you aren't the smartest Seph. You're just someone who speaks about death to add an eeriness to his otherwise very weird promos, and if I did have any kids, they sure wouldn't be watching as you take the entire nCw audience through the valley of death. Unlike you, I don't have to go to great lengths just to find horrific scenes to cut promos, I don't have to insinuate that a 6-foot deep pit of skeletons are victims of my wrath, and I don't have to tell the world that my opponent is soon going to be "dead". You know what all of that is, Seph? It's desperate. You're desperate because you know that you have to do something drastic to retain your Xtreme Title tomorrow night, so you create an image you can never live up to. I have already defeated you Seph. I wont be afraid of entering the ring against you, I can promise you that."
"And speaking of afraid, I'm not sure why you keep talking as if I've called you a coward. When did those words ever leave my lips, Seph? You hear what you want to hear, trapped in the world your imagination has created for you. I hear things that are actually said, in the real world. Things like your impressive rhetoric. Maybe you should go in to politics, I don't know. All I know is that talking about Ezequiel from Jerusalem, vintage wine from Bordeaux and whatever else that floats your boat isn't going to help you tomorrow night...and you're a man who is going to need some help."
"Not because I'm some big, intimidating opponent, don't get me wrong. But I am a focused one, one who longs to beat you with every fibre of his being. You've written me off constantly, spoke as if I don't have a right to call you my equal, even ridiculed me for beating Angel. How you quite work all this out in that mushy vampire brain of yours I've yet to figure out, but whatever. Your goldfish memory doesn't seem to remind you that Angel had beaten you just a couple of weeks before I beat him. It doesn't seem to bring to the fore the fact that I beat you just a few weeks ago. Instead, you talk like my career is nothing compared to yours. And you know Seph, maybe I can't live forever. Maybe I have never held the world in my hands or watched the skies worship at my feet. But I have beaten plenty of men who, like you, thought they were superior to me in whatever way. I've beaten men who, like you, tried to break me both physically and mentally before the match even begun. Because you can't break me Seph, not a chance. All you have done is made me anticipate this match more than ever - and the time for anticipating is over. Like you said, there's no more hiding behind words, tomorrow night it's just you and me inside the squared circle. And while I may not have eternal life or control of the elements, I have a knack of getting the job done inside the ring. Your big words, eerie settings and made-up accomplishments all become worthless from here on in, and my habit of proving people like you wrong becomes everything."
"I've listened to you for long enough Seph. I've listened as you repeated the exact same phrase back at me last week concerning commentary because you couldn't think of anything original to say. I've listened as you spoke to me about things I never have nor ever will care about. But tomorrow night, the only thing I'll be able to here is a packed arena chanting my name, reminding me why I love this job so much. And that's where I feel at home - inside that packed arena, on the grandest of stages. And when it's all said and done Seph, I'll hopefully never have to listen to you again, because when I take your Xtreme Title, what are you going to do? You'll be a failed champion, someone who will be faced with re-creating a reputation he was only starting to build."
"And then you'll look far in to the distance and see me. You'll see the man you tried to tell yourself wasn't at your level. You'll see a title belt draped over my shoulder that you once called your own. And you'll see how wrong you were the whole time, Seph. You'll wish you hadn't set yourself up for such a fall by talking a game you couldn't play. You'll wish that on that fateful week leading up to A Night to Remember, I had managed to get much more sleep than I did. Because maybe then I would have approached this match in a normal state of mind. Maybe then I would have seen you as nothing more than another opponent. Instead, I've dealt with the constant mutterings of non-existent voices day in and day out, reminding me of what this is all about."
"Me and you Seph, at the biggest night of the year, A Night to Remember. The time has almost come."
"I can't wait...can you?"
With that, the camera cuts off at the push of a button by the nCw staff member and we fade to black.
I, on the other hand, have my feet stationed on planet earth a little more securely, because my concerns aren't with what lies beyond. My concerns have always been rather more immediate than yours, concerns such as survival, street fame and making money since a young adolescent age. I'm a voice of the harsh realities of every day life. They don't like people like us, we're too loud, aggressive, harsh in tongue. But we know more than you will ever know, and that's an education you can't buy at any of your middle America schools or expensive colleges.
****, just remembered I have to cut a promo for the nCw website tomorrow. There's a few guys coming round to video it, which means I should probably try and tidy up a little too. I would tell you that this whole scenario would be greatly improved with just a few extra hours of sleep, but you probably already know that.
The lighting and camera is just about set up in Doc's living room when he decides to get in a comfortable seat and get ready. He's relieved, in a way, that they arranged to come to his house to cut the promo. Saves him a hassle. But he's also aware that there are a lot of people out there waiting to hear what he has to say.
It's Saturday, and Doc is only one day away from the opportunity to claim his first piece of gold as an nCw superstar. For most, this would be a time to let naive ambitions run free. He could picture himself already champion, as AJ Phoenix would, or he could dream of the future accolades which winning would certainly put him in line for. But his worries are rather more immediate. Worries such as sleeping, studying his opponent and getting in the right frame of mind to wrestle are the ones which occupy Doc on this occasion. But make no mistake, he knows what the entire scenario entails. He knows that there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The camera finally clicks on and a middle-aged man sporting an "nCw Staff" t-shirt gives Doc a thumbs up to begin.
"They say time flies when you're having fun, and that's a fair observation. But how many of you know what effect longing for a certain event has on time? How many of you have spent each morning ticking off another number on a calender, wishing the painful stretch of time would hurry itself up? That's how I've felt this week, and for the first time, I can start to feel the big day get closer. Tomorrow night, at the legendary Madison Square Gardens, I finally have the chance to step in to the ring against the Xtreme Champion, Sephiroth du Lac."
"And it would be great to walk out of A Night to Remember as the new Xtreme Champion. But right now, winning the championship is nothing more to me than the icing on the cake. What I really want is you, Seph. I want to opportunity to show the world how you slipped through my fingers in the past couple of weeks, but that as soon I hold you in my palm, I will crush you and your title reign before it even begins. Tonight, I plan to have my last restless night's sleep in a long time. I plan to go to bed tomorrow with the Xtreme Title draped across my chest, enjoying a piece of mind which can only come from victory."
"As far as I can work out, this all began back when we were forced to partner each other. You were hot off a huge victory Seph - a victory against a heavily-sedated-looking Ricky Johnson, to be fair - but a victory none the less. And you weren't happy that I didn't acknowledge your victory in my promo, rather, I was more focused on beating our opponents. Obviously, your focus was a little different, considering that you cost our team the match. Despite spending that whole week telling us how 'history is written by the winners', you decided to sacrifice the chance to win, just to send a message to me ahead of A Night to Remember. That said a lot about your character, but I'm not going to complain about it. The wrestling industry is full of cowboys, each trying to further himself in any way possible. That's part and parcel of this business."
"I just hope that when time brings us to just a few mere hours before our match tomorrow night and your thoughts go in to overdrive about this whole situation, you can honestly tell yourself that you made the right decision that night on Collision. Because should you lose tomorrow night, it's going to be a very hard decision to justify. You made clear that your priorities were to beat me and retain the Xtreme Championship, but if you don't manage to do either...it'll suck to be you on Monday morning."
"And there's nothing I would love more. I want you to wake up with that sickening feeling of defeat in your gut on Monday and feel how I felt after Collision two weeks ago. I want you to suffer mentally and physically. Because I hate you Seph, I do. I hate you for what you have put me through, but I have light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how you look at it, I have everything to gain tomorrow night. But you, 'buddy', have everything to lose."
"Since you asked, though, I have suffered the loss of family members from a young age. I know what it's like to bury someone close to me, although obviously not my kids, since I don't have any. If you would have paid attention to anything relevant over the past couple of months you would know that Julie is the first woman I've ever spent more than a few nights with, but whatever. This isn't a game show. I don't expect you to know things, because it hit me a while ago that you aren't the smartest Seph. You're just someone who speaks about death to add an eeriness to his otherwise very weird promos, and if I did have any kids, they sure wouldn't be watching as you take the entire nCw audience through the valley of death. Unlike you, I don't have to go to great lengths just to find horrific scenes to cut promos, I don't have to insinuate that a 6-foot deep pit of skeletons are victims of my wrath, and I don't have to tell the world that my opponent is soon going to be "dead". You know what all of that is, Seph? It's desperate. You're desperate because you know that you have to do something drastic to retain your Xtreme Title tomorrow night, so you create an image you can never live up to. I have already defeated you Seph. I wont be afraid of entering the ring against you, I can promise you that."
"And speaking of afraid, I'm not sure why you keep talking as if I've called you a coward. When did those words ever leave my lips, Seph? You hear what you want to hear, trapped in the world your imagination has created for you. I hear things that are actually said, in the real world. Things like your impressive rhetoric. Maybe you should go in to politics, I don't know. All I know is that talking about Ezequiel from Jerusalem, vintage wine from Bordeaux and whatever else that floats your boat isn't going to help you tomorrow night...and you're a man who is going to need some help."
"Not because I'm some big, intimidating opponent, don't get me wrong. But I am a focused one, one who longs to beat you with every fibre of his being. You've written me off constantly, spoke as if I don't have a right to call you my equal, even ridiculed me for beating Angel. How you quite work all this out in that mushy vampire brain of yours I've yet to figure out, but whatever. Your goldfish memory doesn't seem to remind you that Angel had beaten you just a couple of weeks before I beat him. It doesn't seem to bring to the fore the fact that I beat you just a few weeks ago. Instead, you talk like my career is nothing compared to yours. And you know Seph, maybe I can't live forever. Maybe I have never held the world in my hands or watched the skies worship at my feet. But I have beaten plenty of men who, like you, thought they were superior to me in whatever way. I've beaten men who, like you, tried to break me both physically and mentally before the match even begun. Because you can't break me Seph, not a chance. All you have done is made me anticipate this match more than ever - and the time for anticipating is over. Like you said, there's no more hiding behind words, tomorrow night it's just you and me inside the squared circle. And while I may not have eternal life or control of the elements, I have a knack of getting the job done inside the ring. Your big words, eerie settings and made-up accomplishments all become worthless from here on in, and my habit of proving people like you wrong becomes everything."
"I've listened to you for long enough Seph. I've listened as you repeated the exact same phrase back at me last week concerning commentary because you couldn't think of anything original to say. I've listened as you spoke to me about things I never have nor ever will care about. But tomorrow night, the only thing I'll be able to here is a packed arena chanting my name, reminding me why I love this job so much. And that's where I feel at home - inside that packed arena, on the grandest of stages. And when it's all said and done Seph, I'll hopefully never have to listen to you again, because when I take your Xtreme Title, what are you going to do? You'll be a failed champion, someone who will be faced with re-creating a reputation he was only starting to build."
"And then you'll look far in to the distance and see me. You'll see the man you tried to tell yourself wasn't at your level. You'll see a title belt draped over my shoulder that you once called your own. And you'll see how wrong you were the whole time, Seph. You'll wish you hadn't set yourself up for such a fall by talking a game you couldn't play. You'll wish that on that fateful week leading up to A Night to Remember, I had managed to get much more sleep than I did. Because maybe then I would have approached this match in a normal state of mind. Maybe then I would have seen you as nothing more than another opponent. Instead, I've dealt with the constant mutterings of non-existent voices day in and day out, reminding me of what this is all about."
"Me and you Seph, at the biggest night of the year, A Night to Remember. The time has almost come."
"I can't wait...can you?"
With that, the camera cuts off at the push of a button by the nCw staff member and we fade to black.