Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 1, 2011 8:45:46 GMT -6
You did it Rob…
You may be the first… You didn’t go down. You didn’t stay down…
No one has stood up after the widowmaker… The list of people who have fallen due to that move is endless but you… It was like nothing could harm you, it was like nothing could affect you, it was like you were impenetrable… And after the match, when I went back to my corner and Desiree and Maniac were celebrating in ways only they know how and I couldn’t be happy, I couldn’t enjoy those moments because I felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time…
My stomach hurt…
My legs felt like I had run a marathon…
I felt apprehension, I felt nervous and I daresay Robert, you gave me a feeling I haven’t known since my father reassured me that there was indeed a monster in my closet that certainly was planning on eating my eyeballs…
I felt fear.
Never has anyone stood… Never has someone pushed on but you did. I couldn’t stop you… I don’t know if I can stop you. You have something, something inside that drives you now. You have the intrinsic motivation that I have lacked my entire life. You have a woman that you fight for, you have a woman that drives you and you fought for her when you thought she was sure to face sudden doom.
You stepped up Rob… See, watching your career in the past, watching you come so close so many time only to have it all blow up in your face isn’t something that makes me feel comfortable facing you this weekend, you, like a phoenix have risen from the ashes of the career that you have stalled out in time and time again, but this time… This time there is something different about you, there is something grander…
There is something dangerous…
I have never felt apprehension in the ring, I have never felt that I can’t win a match and yet this week the thought of winning isn’t going through my head. I have already talked about how holding this title means nothing to me, and I would happily give it to you but there is something more that you are looking for, there is something beyond the gold around your waist that drives you and I know what it is that you are looking for, because I too am looking for the same thing.
A defining moment…
Defeating me wouldn’t create that moment for you, but doing so in some unique and destructive way would, and I know that deep down that is what you are going for. You want not only to defeat me, but you want to do it in such a way that you will forever be remembered…
And I already know, that when driven my widowmaker cannot finish you…
So I will have to be inventive in my training this week to find a new way to dispatch of you.
{Maniac stands over Desiree who look lustily up at him as Harold enters the room, his posture slouched his mask slung over his face}
Harold: It is time I showed you something…
{Harold loosens the back of the mask and pulls it over his head, the scarred back of his head is shown to the camera his face pointing towards Maniac and Desiree who look at him with shock}
Harold: I thought you should know…
{Desiree smiles seductively}
Desiree: Well, that certainly wasn’t expected…
{Scene fades back to Harold’s face}
It was easy taking the mask off for friends, but Rob now that this week has begun and you have spoken out of your ass once again trying to predict what I would say, trying to predict the way I think when in fact you were, as you have been most of your life off base. I am not the animal in this match, I have nothing here, I am not trying to take something from you, I am not defending something and these are all things I know, I know that when an animal is backed into a corner that he is at his most dangerous, and I certainly understand that now, in your current state, defending Zelda… Wanting to prove that you are not a choke artist that you are at your most dangerous…
{The corners of Harold’s mask turn up}
And that makes he excited… I love the fact that I had part in driving you here, into turning you into a beast. I relish the thought of someone tearing me apart, because really all I want is for this mask to be removed from my face, all I want is for this whole game to be over. But despite everyone’s promises that they will end my reign of terror, I am left wet and wanting more, I am left unsatisfied just as I am sure Zelda was left this weekend after your weak attempt at female satisfaction.
Can you save me Rob? Can you help me like I have helped so many others because when I look at you, I don’t see a gimmick, I don’t see someone who is changing roles with me I see a man that has a distinct goal, to defeat me, protect his girlfriend and gain notoriety
As a matter of fact, the only weakness in your is how much your old infamous running buddy Zane rubbed off on you. I see the same anger, the same personal attacks and the same lackluster attitude that he brought. I remember when he was thrown into the cornerpost, when his skull was fractured and I see, the perhaps the widowmaker isn’t enough for you.
I see that your head may need to be rearranged… This isn’t a threat, this isn’t me saying I am going to murder you. This is me having a realization that I am going to have to damn near kill you to stop you this weekend….
And if that is what I must do…
I have done it before.
{Scene opens to Gib in his office after Collision a bottle of whiskey is open on his desk and half empty, this is the first time you have witnessed a bottle anywhere around him since his new role and you are concerned that this mess will lead him to regress to his former faults. His hand is mangled, bruised and cut up, it looks infected. After a few brief moments he knocks back about another quarter of the bottle and gets up, he makes his way through the hallways, people greet him and he ignores them as he pushes on. Finally he makes it to the locker room where Maniac, Desiree and Harold get ready. He pushes the door open and Maniac sits on the bench, Desiree standing behind him rubbing his neck}
Gib: Where the **** is he?
Maniac: I think you know better then any of us…
Gib: Where the **** is he…
{He approaches Maniac, the veins in his neck pulsate…}
Maniac: Here, just take it…
{He holds the mask and hands it to Gib who holds it by the hair it dangles in his hand he stares at it…}
Gib: No… It can’t be…
Maniac: But it is…
{Scene fades}
Rob, I expected more from you this week, I thought you of all people would understand but instead you brought up everything Falcon brought up months ago, it was as if you read his promo and said the same things… Not afraid, check… I am the monster, check… You have daddy issues… Check… I thought for a fraction of a second that this would drive you to greatness, that this moment could be your defining moment, when you defeat the monster then move on to defeat the real monster terrorizing you. I am supposed to be the warm up for the main course, but you, you just feed me leftovers, you feed me reheated garbage that has been said week in and week out.
I know I am not feared…
I know people consider me a joke…
But that doesn’t stop the fact that I am crumbled former world champions, I have rested a title from the man who was considered the future of nCw and not only did I defeat him, but did so in such a way that he hasn’t been around since. I have done the things that I have promised and I don’t intend to be made a liar.
Who lies under this mask shouldn’t concern you…
What the man under this mask is capable of should. I carry apprehension with me to the ring this week, but I think that may make me even more dangerous then before.
{Gib sits at his desk and in his hand is the mask… He stares at it, it almost appears that he is having a conversation with it, without speaking. He turns it around so the front of the mask is facing outward. He lowers his head and slowly pulls the mask over his head…}
{You see Harold…}
{And it is frightening.}
You may be the first… You didn’t go down. You didn’t stay down…
No one has stood up after the widowmaker… The list of people who have fallen due to that move is endless but you… It was like nothing could harm you, it was like nothing could affect you, it was like you were impenetrable… And after the match, when I went back to my corner and Desiree and Maniac were celebrating in ways only they know how and I couldn’t be happy, I couldn’t enjoy those moments because I felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time…
My stomach hurt…
My legs felt like I had run a marathon…
I felt apprehension, I felt nervous and I daresay Robert, you gave me a feeling I haven’t known since my father reassured me that there was indeed a monster in my closet that certainly was planning on eating my eyeballs…
I felt fear.
Never has anyone stood… Never has someone pushed on but you did. I couldn’t stop you… I don’t know if I can stop you. You have something, something inside that drives you now. You have the intrinsic motivation that I have lacked my entire life. You have a woman that you fight for, you have a woman that drives you and you fought for her when you thought she was sure to face sudden doom.
You stepped up Rob… See, watching your career in the past, watching you come so close so many time only to have it all blow up in your face isn’t something that makes me feel comfortable facing you this weekend, you, like a phoenix have risen from the ashes of the career that you have stalled out in time and time again, but this time… This time there is something different about you, there is something grander…
There is something dangerous…
I have never felt apprehension in the ring, I have never felt that I can’t win a match and yet this week the thought of winning isn’t going through my head. I have already talked about how holding this title means nothing to me, and I would happily give it to you but there is something more that you are looking for, there is something beyond the gold around your waist that drives you and I know what it is that you are looking for, because I too am looking for the same thing.
A defining moment…
Defeating me wouldn’t create that moment for you, but doing so in some unique and destructive way would, and I know that deep down that is what you are going for. You want not only to defeat me, but you want to do it in such a way that you will forever be remembered…
And I already know, that when driven my widowmaker cannot finish you…
So I will have to be inventive in my training this week to find a new way to dispatch of you.
{Maniac stands over Desiree who look lustily up at him as Harold enters the room, his posture slouched his mask slung over his face}
Harold: It is time I showed you something…
{Harold loosens the back of the mask and pulls it over his head, the scarred back of his head is shown to the camera his face pointing towards Maniac and Desiree who look at him with shock}
Harold: I thought you should know…
{Desiree smiles seductively}
Desiree: Well, that certainly wasn’t expected…
{Scene fades back to Harold’s face}
It was easy taking the mask off for friends, but Rob now that this week has begun and you have spoken out of your ass once again trying to predict what I would say, trying to predict the way I think when in fact you were, as you have been most of your life off base. I am not the animal in this match, I have nothing here, I am not trying to take something from you, I am not defending something and these are all things I know, I know that when an animal is backed into a corner that he is at his most dangerous, and I certainly understand that now, in your current state, defending Zelda… Wanting to prove that you are not a choke artist that you are at your most dangerous…
{The corners of Harold’s mask turn up}
And that makes he excited… I love the fact that I had part in driving you here, into turning you into a beast. I relish the thought of someone tearing me apart, because really all I want is for this mask to be removed from my face, all I want is for this whole game to be over. But despite everyone’s promises that they will end my reign of terror, I am left wet and wanting more, I am left unsatisfied just as I am sure Zelda was left this weekend after your weak attempt at female satisfaction.
Can you save me Rob? Can you help me like I have helped so many others because when I look at you, I don’t see a gimmick, I don’t see someone who is changing roles with me I see a man that has a distinct goal, to defeat me, protect his girlfriend and gain notoriety
As a matter of fact, the only weakness in your is how much your old infamous running buddy Zane rubbed off on you. I see the same anger, the same personal attacks and the same lackluster attitude that he brought. I remember when he was thrown into the cornerpost, when his skull was fractured and I see, the perhaps the widowmaker isn’t enough for you.
I see that your head may need to be rearranged… This isn’t a threat, this isn’t me saying I am going to murder you. This is me having a realization that I am going to have to damn near kill you to stop you this weekend….
And if that is what I must do…
I have done it before.
{Scene opens to Gib in his office after Collision a bottle of whiskey is open on his desk and half empty, this is the first time you have witnessed a bottle anywhere around him since his new role and you are concerned that this mess will lead him to regress to his former faults. His hand is mangled, bruised and cut up, it looks infected. After a few brief moments he knocks back about another quarter of the bottle and gets up, he makes his way through the hallways, people greet him and he ignores them as he pushes on. Finally he makes it to the locker room where Maniac, Desiree and Harold get ready. He pushes the door open and Maniac sits on the bench, Desiree standing behind him rubbing his neck}
Gib: Where the **** is he?
Maniac: I think you know better then any of us…
Gib: Where the **** is he…
{He approaches Maniac, the veins in his neck pulsate…}
Maniac: Here, just take it…
{He holds the mask and hands it to Gib who holds it by the hair it dangles in his hand he stares at it…}
Gib: No… It can’t be…
Maniac: But it is…
{Scene fades}
Rob, I expected more from you this week, I thought you of all people would understand but instead you brought up everything Falcon brought up months ago, it was as if you read his promo and said the same things… Not afraid, check… I am the monster, check… You have daddy issues… Check… I thought for a fraction of a second that this would drive you to greatness, that this moment could be your defining moment, when you defeat the monster then move on to defeat the real monster terrorizing you. I am supposed to be the warm up for the main course, but you, you just feed me leftovers, you feed me reheated garbage that has been said week in and week out.
I know I am not feared…
I know people consider me a joke…
But that doesn’t stop the fact that I am crumbled former world champions, I have rested a title from the man who was considered the future of nCw and not only did I defeat him, but did so in such a way that he hasn’t been around since. I have done the things that I have promised and I don’t intend to be made a liar.
Who lies under this mask shouldn’t concern you…
What the man under this mask is capable of should. I carry apprehension with me to the ring this week, but I think that may make me even more dangerous then before.
{Gib sits at his desk and in his hand is the mask… He stares at it, it almost appears that he is having a conversation with it, without speaking. He turns it around so the front of the mask is facing outward. He lowers his head and slowly pulls the mask over his head…}
{You see Harold…}
{And it is frightening.}