Post by Freakke on Aug 12, 2010 11:59:23 GMT -6
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this weekend shall prove to be one of my biggest challenges to date. A Three Way Bout for the X Division belt. Not only that, but my opponents both hate my guts for various reasons. Self vindication and control being the primary ideals behind Seth Evans and JFK's reasons for standing up to this challenge. That and they were placed on the cards by the powers that be. Well, both of these men have made comments about the paint I wear and the clown I am and the taint it leaves on this company and this belt. So I went and did something cliche and staged a 'What if' scene detailing the droll show that followed with the lack of anything original or different. No Dark Vampire Lord. No Clown King. No Masks, no paint, nothing but droll wrestling stereotypes. Now, I'm not actually going to show said clip because it's really dry. For lack of better terms, nCw was completely bland. And I don't know about you but that's not something anyone wants to see. The roster's life became gray and for lack of better terms, every other wrestler would be just another Adam Knite clone if we were strictly wrestlers. Sorry Adam, you just seemed to be that well grounded guy to use as an example. I must admit though, without guys like you, and Joe, and Jacobsen, etc., we're just as ridiculous a concept. While lack of color is white, bland and gray in feeling, too much color is black and undefined and impossible to relate to. It's good to know we're so balanced here. It feels complete when I look at our roster."
The camera fades in on Freakke standing in a field as the clouds roll by on a beautiful day. He stood there with his arms crossed and a reverent look on his face.
"I mean honestly, can you look at our roster and want for more? Can you look and say that there isn't an amazing blend of talent and showmanship most shows lack? We have some of the most talented athletes in our industry. Not only can most of us fight through a bar brawl, most of us can do it completely blitzed and still win. I think Ron and Curtis both have when they were still Dirty Deal. We have wrestlers who have shared their lives, triumphs, and trials, who are still here because the fans love to see them come and do their best week after week, like Andrew Jacobsen, Rob Diamond, Brad Kane, and Joe Everyman. Some of those among us have become Legends and have become fan favorites by sticking with the company and giving their everything for the show. Angel is a huge example. And then of course there are us Freaks. Just as much talent and potential, we just have a thing for strange and bizarre."
He crouched down and got closer to the camera he kept looking out to the distance as the paint was lit up by the sun. He plucked a piece of grass and held it up. He looked at it for several moments.
"But theres always something nagging at the back of my mind, raising a question when I think of things like this. What have I done so far? What have I done to better myself and this company? Virtually nothing in all honesty. Nothing so far. I battled for this X Division belt, won and lost it. I won it again but what have I done? What will the Clown King be remembered for?"
He let the piece of grass fly away and watched it for a moment.
"That's when it hits me...it's just burrito gas."
He stood up and the camera raised from its low position and Freakke smiled.
"In ten, twenty years people will look back and see what I've done and decide from there. One of the things they will look back on will be this match coming in only a few days. This is my first Assault X match. Now, I enjoy ladder matches, table matches, and a myriad of other things, and I really don't see why this is that much different. It's something new and shiny and...well, it looks frikkin cool in the long run."
"And this would be the greatest match of my life, if I didn't have to worry about two Jag Offs trying to beat the **** out of me to grab the gold. That on any occasion is enough to ruin my mood. The good feelings are gone...way to go you two. Ruinin my day. Just completely screwing it up for me. Pricks..."
"Now, Seth and me have been going back and forth for a while now. I did something I probably shouldn't have and he used it as an excuse to do something he probably still would have even if I hadn't and it was pretty bad too but then I did something I should have done from the start and that's were things are there. Me with the belt legitimately and him wanting it just as bad. Sorry Seth, you aren't getting it. You got me once with your cheap little trick but it won't happen again. You tried to come down and do something last week but whatever it was it didn't stop me from beating Karn. It didn't help, I'll tell you that but I come back to the point I made a while ago. Seth, what talent you have you hide behind cheap shots and underhanded tactics. What talent you had has withered behind your actions. You depend too much on a method that only works once."
The sun began to bug the Clown King's eyes and he held his hand up to shield them. Then he turned and the camera followed.
"That said Seth, after blowing out of town like you did after the Anniversary show, I'm surprised you didn't kill someone or have a stroke or something. Man, I've never seen someone so angry. I have never seen someone above the age of three throw such an undeserved tantrum."
A series of clouds blocked the sun and Freakke looked to them to see what was going on. The camera still caught the sparse white clouds but the darkening scene foretold something else.
"James, you're right by the way. The brown nosing shot was a little too mean spirited of me. We all brown nose a little. Heck, you could say I'm kissing the asses of the fans by the way I act and carry on. One could say, but the thing is, you guys are still pricks about it. You're really stuck up there deep in the crack too because you think that it gets you something. Let me tell you something James, sure, sucking up to people on top can probably get you ahead in life, but it truly means all the more when you earn it."
"Now, its cool that you think you're fighting for the company that's given you so much. I think its great that you met your wife because of the company, that's actually really great. There is a but though. The But here though is that there is no Young Guns. The Young Guns are a branch of the Front Office. There really isn't anything to separate you as a group. That and you aren't fighting for the company, not like you think you are. You don't fight for a group of people by serving one. You don't put one above the rest and expect things to become perfect. Have you ever picked up a history book?"
"Listen, I'll make it simple for you. You want the Boss's favor. You think by running little errands and backing the Front Office you'll get it. The thing is, the best way you can make this company better isn't kissing up to corporate executives or pandering to a group of sniveling little pin pricks. No, to make a company like this exceptional, very bluntly, is ratings, agreed? Now how do you get ratings? Do you get them by sucking up to a guy who has his own box room for every show? No. You do it by performing to the best of your ability and getting people to watch the freaking show. You want to fight for the show?"
"Fight for the fans."
The first of the dark clouds rolled in slowly and Freakke looked up once more. He turned to leave and began to walk away.
"Fight with everything you have and never regret. Fight for something you truly believe in. Fight to be remembered."
The camera fades in on Freakke standing in a field as the clouds roll by on a beautiful day. He stood there with his arms crossed and a reverent look on his face.
"I mean honestly, can you look at our roster and want for more? Can you look and say that there isn't an amazing blend of talent and showmanship most shows lack? We have some of the most talented athletes in our industry. Not only can most of us fight through a bar brawl, most of us can do it completely blitzed and still win. I think Ron and Curtis both have when they were still Dirty Deal. We have wrestlers who have shared their lives, triumphs, and trials, who are still here because the fans love to see them come and do their best week after week, like Andrew Jacobsen, Rob Diamond, Brad Kane, and Joe Everyman. Some of those among us have become Legends and have become fan favorites by sticking with the company and giving their everything for the show. Angel is a huge example. And then of course there are us Freaks. Just as much talent and potential, we just have a thing for strange and bizarre."
He crouched down and got closer to the camera he kept looking out to the distance as the paint was lit up by the sun. He plucked a piece of grass and held it up. He looked at it for several moments.
"But theres always something nagging at the back of my mind, raising a question when I think of things like this. What have I done so far? What have I done to better myself and this company? Virtually nothing in all honesty. Nothing so far. I battled for this X Division belt, won and lost it. I won it again but what have I done? What will the Clown King be remembered for?"
He let the piece of grass fly away and watched it for a moment.
"That's when it hits me...it's just burrito gas."
He stood up and the camera raised from its low position and Freakke smiled.
"In ten, twenty years people will look back and see what I've done and decide from there. One of the things they will look back on will be this match coming in only a few days. This is my first Assault X match. Now, I enjoy ladder matches, table matches, and a myriad of other things, and I really don't see why this is that much different. It's something new and shiny and...well, it looks frikkin cool in the long run."
"And this would be the greatest match of my life, if I didn't have to worry about two Jag Offs trying to beat the **** out of me to grab the gold. That on any occasion is enough to ruin my mood. The good feelings are gone...way to go you two. Ruinin my day. Just completely screwing it up for me. Pricks..."
"Now, Seth and me have been going back and forth for a while now. I did something I probably shouldn't have and he used it as an excuse to do something he probably still would have even if I hadn't and it was pretty bad too but then I did something I should have done from the start and that's were things are there. Me with the belt legitimately and him wanting it just as bad. Sorry Seth, you aren't getting it. You got me once with your cheap little trick but it won't happen again. You tried to come down and do something last week but whatever it was it didn't stop me from beating Karn. It didn't help, I'll tell you that but I come back to the point I made a while ago. Seth, what talent you have you hide behind cheap shots and underhanded tactics. What talent you had has withered behind your actions. You depend too much on a method that only works once."
The sun began to bug the Clown King's eyes and he held his hand up to shield them. Then he turned and the camera followed.
"That said Seth, after blowing out of town like you did after the Anniversary show, I'm surprised you didn't kill someone or have a stroke or something. Man, I've never seen someone so angry. I have never seen someone above the age of three throw such an undeserved tantrum."
A series of clouds blocked the sun and Freakke looked to them to see what was going on. The camera still caught the sparse white clouds but the darkening scene foretold something else.
"James, you're right by the way. The brown nosing shot was a little too mean spirited of me. We all brown nose a little. Heck, you could say I'm kissing the asses of the fans by the way I act and carry on. One could say, but the thing is, you guys are still pricks about it. You're really stuck up there deep in the crack too because you think that it gets you something. Let me tell you something James, sure, sucking up to people on top can probably get you ahead in life, but it truly means all the more when you earn it."
"Now, its cool that you think you're fighting for the company that's given you so much. I think its great that you met your wife because of the company, that's actually really great. There is a but though. The But here though is that there is no Young Guns. The Young Guns are a branch of the Front Office. There really isn't anything to separate you as a group. That and you aren't fighting for the company, not like you think you are. You don't fight for a group of people by serving one. You don't put one above the rest and expect things to become perfect. Have you ever picked up a history book?"
"Listen, I'll make it simple for you. You want the Boss's favor. You think by running little errands and backing the Front Office you'll get it. The thing is, the best way you can make this company better isn't kissing up to corporate executives or pandering to a group of sniveling little pin pricks. No, to make a company like this exceptional, very bluntly, is ratings, agreed? Now how do you get ratings? Do you get them by sucking up to a guy who has his own box room for every show? No. You do it by performing to the best of your ability and getting people to watch the freaking show. You want to fight for the show?"
"Fight for the fans."
The first of the dark clouds rolled in slowly and Freakke looked up once more. He turned to leave and began to walk away.
"Fight with everything you have and never regret. Fight for something you truly believe in. Fight to be remembered."