Post by Maniac on Oct 17, 2010 22:20:13 GMT -6
"I am not very happy Mike. Not. Very. Happy. At. All."[/color]
{ Close in shot of the mask. He exhales but it sounds more like a groan. }
"Trauma was supposed to be our night Mike. We were supposed to come together as Father and Son and show this company what it means to be... One of us..."[/color]
{ His eyes slowly open, the blackness of them like a void that sucks the energy out of you. }
"But you failed me Mike. You failed me as I knew you would. As I expected you too. Leave it to my son, the slacker, to mail it in when it matters most. To think, I fathered you. That what you are actually came from me. I shudder to think of how ignorant and slow your mother must be."[/color]
{ He shakes his head from side to side, still breathing pretty heavy. }
"I can only imagine how she raised you. I'm guessing dropping you on your head was a daily occurrence, I'm also assuming she stuffed your pudgy little face with McDonald's on a daily basis, and in all likely hood she handed you everything you could ever want, hard work and effort were probably not a part of your vocabulary."
"Does that pretty much hit the nail on the head Mike? Stop me if I'm off base at all, I'd gladly listen to what your child hood was like. But I'm not wrong am I? You grew up in a fatherless home because your mother was too worried about ruining my life by introducing our special needs child into it... Or... did I know?"[/color]
{ Maniac pauses and lets he question linger in the air. }
"Did I know the whole time you were out there? Perhaps I was the one that got you hired here to begin with? What do you think Mike? Do you think Daddy is cold enough to know your our there and avoid you?"
"No, you think Chris Diamond is a godsend. You think Chris Diamond is the holiest of the holies. You think Chris Diamond is the Father you always wanted as a child."
"Your wrong Mike... I knew... We knew... All about you... Your Mother, the fat little whore that she is, told us... Our first response? Abort it... But she didn't listen. She pushed your fat little ass out anyways. The dumb bitch, she even brought you to our house, to show us what we had created... You were an ugly baby... A crier too... Funny, you haven't changed much at all. I told her to dump you in the trash, leave you on a door step, just get rid of you, you were going to be nothing but trouble."
"And I was right."
"You stumbled into this company, hot on my heels, looking for your Father. I had to step out and tell you, I had to at least try and set the ship right, after all, my blood runs through you, how could you be a total loss... but week after week after week you've proved to me exactly what I always thought. You'd of been better off dead."[/color]
{ Maniac stands up, having been sitting. We pull back, revealing the dinning room table from an earlier promo, only this time it's not set. Maniac walks around to his left, very slowly. }
"And now we are set to do battle, but for what? For your Honor Championship? I don't think so. That belt is nearly as useless as you are. The thing is a joke and should be treated as such, which is why, I imagine, nCw gift wrapped it for you. This little match is a proving ground Mike. It's your chance to prove to me that you are my son. And it's my chance to open your eyes. Your still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, I'm not Chris under this mask. Your still praying that I'm just some nut job in a mask who maybe abducted your Father. This is your shot Mike. Beat me, and you can have my mask..."
"But when I beat you Mike..."[/color]
{ He reaches down onto a chair and slowly lifts an identical mask to his own... He lifts it up so it's side by side with his. }
"You put one on. You are my son and you will dress as such Mike. The days of skating through this life on minimal effort is over. I've watched you make an ass out of this family for the last time. YOU ARE MY SON! YOU WILL OBEY MY RULES! And after the way you have acted, I'm contemplating grounding your ass for life. Sort of like I grounded your Uncle Rob. Remember Uncle Rob?"
"I EVISCERATED HIM!"
"And of the two of you, I liked him a whole lot more. Your just an embarrassing piece of my past I wish I could flush back down the gutter you crawled out of. Oh well, life doesn't always go as planned, so now I must deal with the problem I created. And unlike you, I am ready to deal with the problem Mike."
"You've never had to actually stand up to someone. You've never had to actually defend anything. You've never had to really work for what you have."
"So what happens Mike when the jokes don't kill me? What happens when the laughter doesn't stop me? What happens when my hands are gripped firmly around your throat? What happens Mike, when you realize that I am your father and you just made the biggest mistake of your life? What happens when real life finally bites you right on the ass? What happens? What will you do? Where will you go? How will you react?"
"That's what I want to know Mike. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN FACED WITH ADVERSITY! Will you rise to the occasion or will you go crawling back to your own corner and cry when you think the world isn't looking? We're going to find out Mike. We're going to find out exactly how much of a man you are."[/color]
{ Maniac took the mask in the palms of his hands and just regarded it. }
"Our Family is coming home again, one way or another. Your brother Terran is alone. Your Mother refuses to come home. And you are helplessly lost out there. I'm going to bring you together under one roof, whether you like it or not. I'm going to save this Family from the hell the world has put it through. I AM GOING TO LIBERATE YOU OF THE CLOWN PAINT AND WHISTLES! I am going to be the Salvation you have been looking for. You will be baptized Mike. You will bathe in your own blood and it will wash away the stains of your misguided youth. Sunday you walk into the ring the son of a legend, you will walk out of that ring as a part of one."
"Your my son. A fact I CANNOT LOOK PAST! But as my son, I have to go harder on you. I have to teach you that this world is cruel. I HAVE TO BE THE TEACHER, THE MASTER AND the DESTROYER! I have to break you down so I can build you up. I have to do this for your own good Mike. To put an end to the jokes. To bring to a close the chapter of your life that has been these last few years. I have to because you want me too."
"Deep down inside, you are like me. Deep down inside you carry a black piece of your soul everywhere you go. Deep down you want the freedom I have, you want the limitless boundaries I have. You want to be like me. You can be Mike, you can be. All you have to do is step into that ring this Sunday and embrace the darkness. Embrace the evil that dwells within and destroy me. END ME! Make me pay for what I DID TO ROB! Make me suffer for leaving you on Trauma. Cave my skull in, snap my neck, break my back, cripple me beyond all recognition and BECOME WHAT YOU ARE!"
"BECOME THE MONSTER!"
"Or die the fool."[/color]
{ His eyes turn up and away from the mask. }
"I will no longer sit back and watch as you hinder your own career and my legacy with your pointless shenanigans. It's time to man up or get the hell out. So Mike, I guess all there is left to ask is, do you have what it takes to kill what's inside you? Can you do to me what I've done to countless others? Can you do unto me as I will most assuredly do unto you? I think you can and I ALSO THINK YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHOICE! Not if you want to live past Sunday."
"Son... Mike... It's simple... Your coming home with Daddy... Either on your own two feet... OR IN A CASKET! Pick one."[/color]
{ Maniac slams the mask down on the table, his hand pressing it hard against the wood. He pulls his hand away and walks away from the table. Fade. }
*DING DONG*
{ Rayne stands outside the door of Chris' home. She looks nervous, apprehensive and afraid. The knob turns slowly and the door swings open. }
"Sandy?"[/color]
{ Chris stands in the door way, all smiles. }
"I knew you'd come home eventually."[/color]
{ She knew, despite the act, that this was not Chris, not her Chris. This was a mask, a disguise, something Maniac puts on so he can walk the streets without being regarded as a monster. }
"Chris..."[/color]
"Come inside Sandy, sit down, your son has missed you."[/color]
{ He reaches out for her and she instinctively takes his hand. She wants to be afraid. She wants to be worried. She wants to run screaming from here. But she doesn't do any of those things. Instead she walks inside with him. }
"I need to tell you something."[/color]
"Of course you do, you love me, your sorry, you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I know, it's exactly how I feel. Now please, have a seat, relax, you look so tired. I'll get Terran."[/color]
"Wait!"[/color]
{ He stops halfway out of the room and looks back at her. Rayne walks up to him and looks him right in the eyes. She looks at him like she looks at her opponents right before she goes into battle. }
"Chris... I'm pregnant..."[/color]
{ Chris' jaw practically hits the floor... To be continued... }
{ Close in shot of the mask. He exhales but it sounds more like a groan. }
"Trauma was supposed to be our night Mike. We were supposed to come together as Father and Son and show this company what it means to be... One of us..."[/color]
{ His eyes slowly open, the blackness of them like a void that sucks the energy out of you. }
"But you failed me Mike. You failed me as I knew you would. As I expected you too. Leave it to my son, the slacker, to mail it in when it matters most. To think, I fathered you. That what you are actually came from me. I shudder to think of how ignorant and slow your mother must be."[/color]
{ He shakes his head from side to side, still breathing pretty heavy. }
"I can only imagine how she raised you. I'm guessing dropping you on your head was a daily occurrence, I'm also assuming she stuffed your pudgy little face with McDonald's on a daily basis, and in all likely hood she handed you everything you could ever want, hard work and effort were probably not a part of your vocabulary."
"Does that pretty much hit the nail on the head Mike? Stop me if I'm off base at all, I'd gladly listen to what your child hood was like. But I'm not wrong am I? You grew up in a fatherless home because your mother was too worried about ruining my life by introducing our special needs child into it... Or... did I know?"[/color]
{ Maniac pauses and lets he question linger in the air. }
"Did I know the whole time you were out there? Perhaps I was the one that got you hired here to begin with? What do you think Mike? Do you think Daddy is cold enough to know your our there and avoid you?"
"No, you think Chris Diamond is a godsend. You think Chris Diamond is the holiest of the holies. You think Chris Diamond is the Father you always wanted as a child."
"Your wrong Mike... I knew... We knew... All about you... Your Mother, the fat little whore that she is, told us... Our first response? Abort it... But she didn't listen. She pushed your fat little ass out anyways. The dumb bitch, she even brought you to our house, to show us what we had created... You were an ugly baby... A crier too... Funny, you haven't changed much at all. I told her to dump you in the trash, leave you on a door step, just get rid of you, you were going to be nothing but trouble."
"And I was right."
"You stumbled into this company, hot on my heels, looking for your Father. I had to step out and tell you, I had to at least try and set the ship right, after all, my blood runs through you, how could you be a total loss... but week after week after week you've proved to me exactly what I always thought. You'd of been better off dead."[/color]
{ Maniac stands up, having been sitting. We pull back, revealing the dinning room table from an earlier promo, only this time it's not set. Maniac walks around to his left, very slowly. }
"And now we are set to do battle, but for what? For your Honor Championship? I don't think so. That belt is nearly as useless as you are. The thing is a joke and should be treated as such, which is why, I imagine, nCw gift wrapped it for you. This little match is a proving ground Mike. It's your chance to prove to me that you are my son. And it's my chance to open your eyes. Your still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, I'm not Chris under this mask. Your still praying that I'm just some nut job in a mask who maybe abducted your Father. This is your shot Mike. Beat me, and you can have my mask..."
"But when I beat you Mike..."[/color]
{ He reaches down onto a chair and slowly lifts an identical mask to his own... He lifts it up so it's side by side with his. }
"You put one on. You are my son and you will dress as such Mike. The days of skating through this life on minimal effort is over. I've watched you make an ass out of this family for the last time. YOU ARE MY SON! YOU WILL OBEY MY RULES! And after the way you have acted, I'm contemplating grounding your ass for life. Sort of like I grounded your Uncle Rob. Remember Uncle Rob?"
"I EVISCERATED HIM!"
"And of the two of you, I liked him a whole lot more. Your just an embarrassing piece of my past I wish I could flush back down the gutter you crawled out of. Oh well, life doesn't always go as planned, so now I must deal with the problem I created. And unlike you, I am ready to deal with the problem Mike."
"You've never had to actually stand up to someone. You've never had to actually defend anything. You've never had to really work for what you have."
"So what happens Mike when the jokes don't kill me? What happens when the laughter doesn't stop me? What happens when my hands are gripped firmly around your throat? What happens Mike, when you realize that I am your father and you just made the biggest mistake of your life? What happens when real life finally bites you right on the ass? What happens? What will you do? Where will you go? How will you react?"
"That's what I want to know Mike. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN FACED WITH ADVERSITY! Will you rise to the occasion or will you go crawling back to your own corner and cry when you think the world isn't looking? We're going to find out Mike. We're going to find out exactly how much of a man you are."[/color]
{ Maniac took the mask in the palms of his hands and just regarded it. }
"Our Family is coming home again, one way or another. Your brother Terran is alone. Your Mother refuses to come home. And you are helplessly lost out there. I'm going to bring you together under one roof, whether you like it or not. I'm going to save this Family from the hell the world has put it through. I AM GOING TO LIBERATE YOU OF THE CLOWN PAINT AND WHISTLES! I am going to be the Salvation you have been looking for. You will be baptized Mike. You will bathe in your own blood and it will wash away the stains of your misguided youth. Sunday you walk into the ring the son of a legend, you will walk out of that ring as a part of one."
"Your my son. A fact I CANNOT LOOK PAST! But as my son, I have to go harder on you. I have to teach you that this world is cruel. I HAVE TO BE THE TEACHER, THE MASTER AND the DESTROYER! I have to break you down so I can build you up. I have to do this for your own good Mike. To put an end to the jokes. To bring to a close the chapter of your life that has been these last few years. I have to because you want me too."
"Deep down inside, you are like me. Deep down inside you carry a black piece of your soul everywhere you go. Deep down you want the freedom I have, you want the limitless boundaries I have. You want to be like me. You can be Mike, you can be. All you have to do is step into that ring this Sunday and embrace the darkness. Embrace the evil that dwells within and destroy me. END ME! Make me pay for what I DID TO ROB! Make me suffer for leaving you on Trauma. Cave my skull in, snap my neck, break my back, cripple me beyond all recognition and BECOME WHAT YOU ARE!"
"BECOME THE MONSTER!"
"Or die the fool."[/color]
{ His eyes turn up and away from the mask. }
"I will no longer sit back and watch as you hinder your own career and my legacy with your pointless shenanigans. It's time to man up or get the hell out. So Mike, I guess all there is left to ask is, do you have what it takes to kill what's inside you? Can you do to me what I've done to countless others? Can you do unto me as I will most assuredly do unto you? I think you can and I ALSO THINK YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHOICE! Not if you want to live past Sunday."
"Son... Mike... It's simple... Your coming home with Daddy... Either on your own two feet... OR IN A CASKET! Pick one."[/color]
{ Maniac slams the mask down on the table, his hand pressing it hard against the wood. He pulls his hand away and walks away from the table. Fade. }
*DING DONG*
{ Rayne stands outside the door of Chris' home. She looks nervous, apprehensive and afraid. The knob turns slowly and the door swings open. }
"Sandy?"[/color]
{ Chris stands in the door way, all smiles. }
"I knew you'd come home eventually."[/color]
{ She knew, despite the act, that this was not Chris, not her Chris. This was a mask, a disguise, something Maniac puts on so he can walk the streets without being regarded as a monster. }
"Chris..."[/color]
"Come inside Sandy, sit down, your son has missed you."[/color]
{ He reaches out for her and she instinctively takes his hand. She wants to be afraid. She wants to be worried. She wants to run screaming from here. But she doesn't do any of those things. Instead she walks inside with him. }
"I need to tell you something."[/color]
"Of course you do, you love me, your sorry, you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I know, it's exactly how I feel. Now please, have a seat, relax, you look so tired. I'll get Terran."[/color]
"Wait!"[/color]
{ He stops halfway out of the room and looks back at her. Rayne walks up to him and looks him right in the eyes. She looks at him like she looks at her opponents right before she goes into battle. }
"Chris... I'm pregnant..."[/color]
{ Chris' jaw practically hits the floor... To be continued... }