Post by The Brothers Holland on Sept 24, 2011 6:19:03 GMT -6
I've not been here for a while.
I've not needed to.
In my own life outside of nCw I am in complete control.
Control is what this place helps me focus.
Focus is what this place helps me control.
And I'll need both this week.
Not to beat Trent, that I can do sure enough.
But to stop myself from putting him in the hospital.
Or the morgue.
*A field of grass fades in from the black screen. It waves gently in the breeze. Ripples casting themselves over the surface of it like an ocean. There are a couple of trees over in the middle distance but other than that all we can see is the grass and the overcast sky above it. The words come into the screen like smoke forming coherent shapes*
Revenge
"Revenge is like a two headed snake. While you watch your opponent go down, you get poisoned yourself"
-Air Nomad Saying, Avatar: The Last Airbender
*The words disappear as gracefully as they came. The camera turning slowly across the vista as Dave continues talking*
It's peaceful here isn't it? I wish I could call this the country of my birth, but the truth is it's not. I stumbled on this place by accident. Lady luck smiling on me one more time I suppose. This place is in Ireland which would be ironic if people knew and understood what went on between the Kane's father and my own. Truth be told I don't really know the full details myself. But I know enough that makes me wonder why I haven't had any talk with Spike or Brad about it. It flared up once in argument but no physical vindication. No taking out of unecessary vengeance upon the seed of their enemy. Maybe the truth is it's easier to bury than to bring out into the light. I mean lets face it, we've all got enough troubles and people gunning for us without adding one more to the pile.
Sorry... I digressed a bit far there. That's something else this place does. It makes you think. Makes you consider all the facts and facets of your life and give clarity as to whether your thoughts and plans are the right ones. Whether your motivations and meanings are really what you intend. And I'll tell you something.... I'm glad I came here. Because I learned something about myself this week. Learned something that has had to be corrected and modified.
I was approaching this all wrong. I was approaching Trent and this whole Hall of Fame business wrong. I was angry. Angry that my plans had all been thrown into the air. I wasn't thinking about the Hall of Fame, I was just using that as one more reason to beat the living hell out of the man who ruined my setup. The setup I had worked hard to create. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hide yourself from a wrestler you are facing. Laszlo I didn't have to worry too much about but there were still people watching. If I made even one move that rang a bell people would've started unravelling the whole charade. Bates I had to be a little more wary about. But in the end, I was succeeding in my plan to hide. I could've sprung up at any moment and said 'Yeah, this isn't working. I need the freedom to be myself and kick some ass again.. I'm Dave Holland everybody!' but I didn't. I wanted to see it through to the end.
And then it all crashed down because one man decided he wanted to make me a victim. Well no one.. and I mean NO ONE does that to me. I've been there, I've done that there is absolutely no way I will do it again. Suffer that.. endure that again. You think you can hurt me Trent? You think I'm something weak and feeble who is nothing more than a playtoy you can use, chew up and spit out at the feet of Leonard Fox and say 'whaddaya think o' that?'. That doesn't happen Trent. That never happens and you're a damn fool to think it can. Especially to think you can do it do me. I am no plaything. I am no puppet.
But these feelings. These emotions... these are why i came here. Because in the grand scheme of things this is bigger than my own petty vengeance.
*The scene changes. It slowly changes from the rippling grass to the waves of the sea. The grey sky is still overhead. The trees in the distance exchanged for a couple of rocks, one of which has a lighthouse on it. The sound of the gentle wind rushing through the blades is replaced with the gentle roar and crash of waves on the shore. Occasionally a seagull cries out.*
This isn't about me. This was never about me. It's about what I stand for. What I represent. The truth is that people can talk about poster boys and the like til they're blue in the face but the truth is that if anyone is the face of the Hall of Fame, it's me and my brother. Why? Because everyone else claimed themselves obvious other reasons and accolades that 'funded' their way into the hall. Milo and I had on the face of it.. nothing. Since then I've added a few other reasons to my Hall of Fame criteria but that wasn't until after my induction. In fact... maybe that's it. Maybe that's why, not three weeks after I return you set your sights on me straight away. Because if anyone in that hall doesn't belong, it's me, right? I bet if I'd been around when you started this damned crusade of yours I;d have been target number one, right?
And so it shall be that the least, shall be the greatest. Because it's up to me now, Trent. Up to me to stand up for the Hall of Fame and say no. No you will not intimidate us. You will not persecute us. This all ends here. This all ends now. And it all ends with me. And unless you change your tune and as long as I have any say in the matter, you will not enter here.
You've picked your enemies poorly, Trent. I get the arrogance and overconfidence schtick but even so, making enemies of the entire Hall of Fame... while they're still on the active roster? That's not smart thinking. Sure, in some places where the hall of fame is populated by men well beyond their best days, well into their fifties and sixties, fine. You definitely have the physical edge. But you think that just because I'm in my mid-thirties that I'm no threat to you? I've had a single birthday pass between now and winning the world title. Between now and fending off The Young Guns at every turn. Between now and the greatest streak of my entire career. So as far as I can see, this side of thirty is the right side of thirty. I've matured. I've become experienced. I know the vast majority of tricks both in and out of the book and I have beaten them all. And look at the rest of the active Hall... Steve is World Champion. Adam is still a force of nature. Spike is still the ever violent maniac he's always been. Milo's still ready as ever to make someone regret climbing into the ring with him. The truth is, we're all the same as we ever were if not better. So if and when the day comes that you step too far.. your world is going to be destroyed. By 5 or more incredibly powerful men. Men who on any other day of the year would happily tear each other to shreds but united against a common enemy will execute with extreme prejudice.
But first...
*The scene changes again. The sea fades away and a scene of a ruined abbey comes up. The ground within is littered with slabs tha may once have been the roof or the floor, we can't tell which. Most of the ground, however is sand. Barber's Adagio for Strings is playing from somewhere nearby and sat on one of the bigger slabs of stone is Dave Holland, eyes closed, apparently at peace. When we close up to him the eys suddenly snap open and he hops down from the slab.*
First you have to deal with me. See, the Hall of fame represents nCw and as such it represents it's people. Both audience and roster. If you attack it, you attack them. And those people are my people. They chose me a long time ago. That's why i was sent to that tournament and not you. That's why, when I do fall down, I get right back up when every logical reasoning tells me I should stay down. I get back up for them. I get back up because they want me to. Because they demand it of me. Because I demand it of myself. I am as I have always been. nCw's first and last line of defence. You're an infection Trent. You and your attitude are poisoning nCw. So it's not my revenge I have to deal with. It's not even nCw's. It's yours. Your petty need to get revenge for the oh so long list of misgivings against you... I have to face that... and I have to stop it.
And that's fine by me. Because that's what I do. I stop people. I stop them from hurting the people who matter. I stop them from following paths that in the long run with destroy the things that are not theirs to destroy. And sometimes.. I even stop them destroying themselves. Sometimes... I've stopped people by helping them. Lance Ryan for example. He was on a mission not entirely dissimilar to yours. He was leading his revolution to attempt to destroy nCw. I stopped him. Did I win? No. But I'd already done my task before the bell had even rung the start of that match. I opened his eyes. I made him see sense. I made him see reason. I wonder if you'll do the same when I answer the question you can't seem to fathom.
I doubt it. You're a different kettle of fish Trent. You're a different creature.. a different species to Lance Ryan and the rest of us. I'm not even sure you truly listen to people at all. I'm not sure you want to because doing so might actually force to you rethink some things. To change your perspective.. to realise that Trent Helms is an asshole and in the grand scheme of things, no one cares about him or his petty vendettas. He's just a crazy man with a microphone in his hand or a keyboard at his fingertips.
And honestly Trent... you're worried that everyone's getting sick of you. That's why you want in to the Hall of Fame. You want to be remembered. You want to be glorified. You want to be worshipped... dare I even say... loved?
*Dave turns his back on the camera and starts walking away, talking over his shoulder as he does so. He comes across his brother to one side who joins him in walking away.*
I don't really care, Trent. At the end of the day this is nothing new to me. This is nothing new to any of us and I'm going to put you down like I've done before both to you and those who came before and after you. Because in the end, Vengeance doesn't get you what you want. That's what I've realised. It doesn't create happiness for any of us.
It destroys all of us.
And I'm sorry, but that's why I have to end you.
For my sake.
For the sake of nCw.
And for yours.
*The two come across a truck and climb in. Milo hangs up the phone he was talking on and starts up the engine.*
Dave: What was that about?
Milo: Just a little something I've been asked to take care of.
Dave: Really? What is it?
Milo: Let's just say it's going to be awesome.
Dave: Huh.. I look forward to your work.
Milo: As I do yours.
*The car drives away down the dirt track, the grass either side resuming it's playful dance of whimsy in the breeze*
Yeah... I just hope it'll be enough.
I've not needed to.
In my own life outside of nCw I am in complete control.
Control is what this place helps me focus.
Focus is what this place helps me control.
And I'll need both this week.
Not to beat Trent, that I can do sure enough.
But to stop myself from putting him in the hospital.
Or the morgue.
*A field of grass fades in from the black screen. It waves gently in the breeze. Ripples casting themselves over the surface of it like an ocean. There are a couple of trees over in the middle distance but other than that all we can see is the grass and the overcast sky above it. The words come into the screen like smoke forming coherent shapes*
Revenge
"Revenge is like a two headed snake. While you watch your opponent go down, you get poisoned yourself"
-Air Nomad Saying, Avatar: The Last Airbender
*The words disappear as gracefully as they came. The camera turning slowly across the vista as Dave continues talking*
It's peaceful here isn't it? I wish I could call this the country of my birth, but the truth is it's not. I stumbled on this place by accident. Lady luck smiling on me one more time I suppose. This place is in Ireland which would be ironic if people knew and understood what went on between the Kane's father and my own. Truth be told I don't really know the full details myself. But I know enough that makes me wonder why I haven't had any talk with Spike or Brad about it. It flared up once in argument but no physical vindication. No taking out of unecessary vengeance upon the seed of their enemy. Maybe the truth is it's easier to bury than to bring out into the light. I mean lets face it, we've all got enough troubles and people gunning for us without adding one more to the pile.
Sorry... I digressed a bit far there. That's something else this place does. It makes you think. Makes you consider all the facts and facets of your life and give clarity as to whether your thoughts and plans are the right ones. Whether your motivations and meanings are really what you intend. And I'll tell you something.... I'm glad I came here. Because I learned something about myself this week. Learned something that has had to be corrected and modified.
I was approaching this all wrong. I was approaching Trent and this whole Hall of Fame business wrong. I was angry. Angry that my plans had all been thrown into the air. I wasn't thinking about the Hall of Fame, I was just using that as one more reason to beat the living hell out of the man who ruined my setup. The setup I had worked hard to create. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hide yourself from a wrestler you are facing. Laszlo I didn't have to worry too much about but there were still people watching. If I made even one move that rang a bell people would've started unravelling the whole charade. Bates I had to be a little more wary about. But in the end, I was succeeding in my plan to hide. I could've sprung up at any moment and said 'Yeah, this isn't working. I need the freedom to be myself and kick some ass again.. I'm Dave Holland everybody!' but I didn't. I wanted to see it through to the end.
And then it all crashed down because one man decided he wanted to make me a victim. Well no one.. and I mean NO ONE does that to me. I've been there, I've done that there is absolutely no way I will do it again. Suffer that.. endure that again. You think you can hurt me Trent? You think I'm something weak and feeble who is nothing more than a playtoy you can use, chew up and spit out at the feet of Leonard Fox and say 'whaddaya think o' that?'. That doesn't happen Trent. That never happens and you're a damn fool to think it can. Especially to think you can do it do me. I am no plaything. I am no puppet.
But these feelings. These emotions... these are why i came here. Because in the grand scheme of things this is bigger than my own petty vengeance.
*The scene changes. It slowly changes from the rippling grass to the waves of the sea. The grey sky is still overhead. The trees in the distance exchanged for a couple of rocks, one of which has a lighthouse on it. The sound of the gentle wind rushing through the blades is replaced with the gentle roar and crash of waves on the shore. Occasionally a seagull cries out.*
This isn't about me. This was never about me. It's about what I stand for. What I represent. The truth is that people can talk about poster boys and the like til they're blue in the face but the truth is that if anyone is the face of the Hall of Fame, it's me and my brother. Why? Because everyone else claimed themselves obvious other reasons and accolades that 'funded' their way into the hall. Milo and I had on the face of it.. nothing. Since then I've added a few other reasons to my Hall of Fame criteria but that wasn't until after my induction. In fact... maybe that's it. Maybe that's why, not three weeks after I return you set your sights on me straight away. Because if anyone in that hall doesn't belong, it's me, right? I bet if I'd been around when you started this damned crusade of yours I;d have been target number one, right?
And so it shall be that the least, shall be the greatest. Because it's up to me now, Trent. Up to me to stand up for the Hall of Fame and say no. No you will not intimidate us. You will not persecute us. This all ends here. This all ends now. And it all ends with me. And unless you change your tune and as long as I have any say in the matter, you will not enter here.
You've picked your enemies poorly, Trent. I get the arrogance and overconfidence schtick but even so, making enemies of the entire Hall of Fame... while they're still on the active roster? That's not smart thinking. Sure, in some places where the hall of fame is populated by men well beyond their best days, well into their fifties and sixties, fine. You definitely have the physical edge. But you think that just because I'm in my mid-thirties that I'm no threat to you? I've had a single birthday pass between now and winning the world title. Between now and fending off The Young Guns at every turn. Between now and the greatest streak of my entire career. So as far as I can see, this side of thirty is the right side of thirty. I've matured. I've become experienced. I know the vast majority of tricks both in and out of the book and I have beaten them all. And look at the rest of the active Hall... Steve is World Champion. Adam is still a force of nature. Spike is still the ever violent maniac he's always been. Milo's still ready as ever to make someone regret climbing into the ring with him. The truth is, we're all the same as we ever were if not better. So if and when the day comes that you step too far.. your world is going to be destroyed. By 5 or more incredibly powerful men. Men who on any other day of the year would happily tear each other to shreds but united against a common enemy will execute with extreme prejudice.
But first...
*The scene changes again. The sea fades away and a scene of a ruined abbey comes up. The ground within is littered with slabs tha may once have been the roof or the floor, we can't tell which. Most of the ground, however is sand. Barber's Adagio for Strings is playing from somewhere nearby and sat on one of the bigger slabs of stone is Dave Holland, eyes closed, apparently at peace. When we close up to him the eys suddenly snap open and he hops down from the slab.*
First you have to deal with me. See, the Hall of fame represents nCw and as such it represents it's people. Both audience and roster. If you attack it, you attack them. And those people are my people. They chose me a long time ago. That's why i was sent to that tournament and not you. That's why, when I do fall down, I get right back up when every logical reasoning tells me I should stay down. I get back up for them. I get back up because they want me to. Because they demand it of me. Because I demand it of myself. I am as I have always been. nCw's first and last line of defence. You're an infection Trent. You and your attitude are poisoning nCw. So it's not my revenge I have to deal with. It's not even nCw's. It's yours. Your petty need to get revenge for the oh so long list of misgivings against you... I have to face that... and I have to stop it.
And that's fine by me. Because that's what I do. I stop people. I stop them from hurting the people who matter. I stop them from following paths that in the long run with destroy the things that are not theirs to destroy. And sometimes.. I even stop them destroying themselves. Sometimes... I've stopped people by helping them. Lance Ryan for example. He was on a mission not entirely dissimilar to yours. He was leading his revolution to attempt to destroy nCw. I stopped him. Did I win? No. But I'd already done my task before the bell had even rung the start of that match. I opened his eyes. I made him see sense. I made him see reason. I wonder if you'll do the same when I answer the question you can't seem to fathom.
I doubt it. You're a different kettle of fish Trent. You're a different creature.. a different species to Lance Ryan and the rest of us. I'm not even sure you truly listen to people at all. I'm not sure you want to because doing so might actually force to you rethink some things. To change your perspective.. to realise that Trent Helms is an asshole and in the grand scheme of things, no one cares about him or his petty vendettas. He's just a crazy man with a microphone in his hand or a keyboard at his fingertips.
And honestly Trent... you're worried that everyone's getting sick of you. That's why you want in to the Hall of Fame. You want to be remembered. You want to be glorified. You want to be worshipped... dare I even say... loved?
*Dave turns his back on the camera and starts walking away, talking over his shoulder as he does so. He comes across his brother to one side who joins him in walking away.*
I don't really care, Trent. At the end of the day this is nothing new to me. This is nothing new to any of us and I'm going to put you down like I've done before both to you and those who came before and after you. Because in the end, Vengeance doesn't get you what you want. That's what I've realised. It doesn't create happiness for any of us.
It destroys all of us.
And I'm sorry, but that's why I have to end you.
For my sake.
For the sake of nCw.
And for yours.
*The two come across a truck and climb in. Milo hangs up the phone he was talking on and starts up the engine.*
Dave: What was that about?
Milo: Just a little something I've been asked to take care of.
Dave: Really? What is it?
Milo: Let's just say it's going to be awesome.
Dave: Huh.. I look forward to your work.
Milo: As I do yours.
*The car drives away down the dirt track, the grass either side resuming it's playful dance of whimsy in the breeze*
Yeah... I just hope it'll be enough.