Post by Dr Jonas Potter on Sept 24, 2011 23:01:59 GMT -6
..::PROLOGUE::..
Jesus Christ Almighty! Is there anything you can't make about you being gay? You are killing me with this, Bates. Seriously. It has been nothing but asinine "Oh you are making fun of me" crap since you started talking. If you were prepared for all of it as you say you were...
IT WOULDN'T BOTHER YOU!
So do us all a favor and shut up about it. The only person who appears to even remotely care that you are gay.
IS YOU!
Look, you are gay. We get it. You like men. Not women. Big deal. In the ring, we are all men trying to win a match. Regardless of what you do behind closed doors, in that ring, you are just another opponent. Just another person to defend my title against.
Just.
Another.
Victim.
People say that I have gained a bit of an ego since I won the Honor Championship Last month. That very well may be, however, I have beaten some of the best this company has to offer, so why not feel confident in that? Why not feel confident in my abilities? Rookie or not, I am turning heads. I am impressing because all I do is keep winning.
That's the truth.
You are so worried that people are going to make gay slurs in your direction that you can't even focus on this match. Regardless of what you say, your actions speak louder than your words ever could. Your actions tell me you are not focused on me as much as you are focused on your pitiful coming out party. Your actions tell me that you are trying to overcompensate for being the only gay man in NCW by talking tough and threatening people. Your actions say..
You are scared.
You are scared that you may have lost your edge. You are scared that people won't take your serious because you enjoy man to man sex. Because you prefer a sausage fest to clam chowder. You are scared that ultimately you will be dropped to the bottom of the barrell and not given the opportunity to succeed just because you prefer beef to fish. What you need to realize, Bates, is that the only thing that will hold you back from success in NCW...
Is you.
The more you whine and bitch and piss and moan about people hating on your love of the penis, the less people want to listen to what you have to say. The more you drone on and on about things you THINK people are going to say about you, the less focused you are on the task at hand. Wake up and smell the **** you are shoveling, Bates. Because ultimately, at the end of the day, your words end up just like your soul....
Hollow.
I was one hundred percent sincere with my comments in my last promo, Kristoff. I wanted to get those horrible insults out there and just say them. They don't mean anything to me, and the sooner we can get past this, the sooner we can all get on with our lives. Nobody expects you to wear a dress. Nobody expects you to get a boner seeing Sexy Jason in the locker room. I mean, nobody could get a boner in the midst of gut busting laughter, right? It's like you don't listen to anything anyone says. You have this incredible imagination where you disregard anything anyone says and then make up your own extravagant truth. Well, Sunday, when I walk out of Battlegrounds STILL the NCW Honor Champion...
I am done with the gay conversation.
And I am done with you.
..::SETTING::..
3PM - Washington D.C. - Hyatt Regency Hotel
In just twenty four hours, Doctor Jonas Potter will defend his NCW Honor Championship against the man he won it from. Kristoff Liam Bates. A man with more emotional trouble than a group of seventh grade girls who just got their first period. Earlier this week, the good doctor was trying to sincerely empathize with the plight of Kristoff Bates, only to have it backfire and be called a liar and a jerk. The emotional freight train that is Kristoff Bates chugs into the station on Sunday night, full speed ahead, and Jonas needs to make sure he isn't standing on the tracks.
The scene fades in and we see Potter laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. His hands behind his head, fingers clasped together. He just stares up, lying there enjoying the quiet. Almost meditating as he goes through the match in his head. He hears the electronic lock on the door move and the door opens as Claxton quietly walks in as not to disturb Jonas. He walks into the other room of the suite and begins to check his email and basically be quiet so that Jonas can get some rest and really focus on the task at hand. The task of defending his Honor Championship.
As much as he would love to be in the Road to the Gold tournament, Doctor Potter is determined to make the Honor Championship stand out and become an important part of NCW. He wants to prove that it isn't just some lower card championship, it's a legitimate stepping stone to bigger and better things in NCW. He wants it to be valuable.
The Doctor's eyes begin to turn heavy as he lays there. The silence combined with the cold air blowing down on him makes him sleepy. Before he knows it, his eyes are closed, and he is drifting off to sleep. Still trying to remain aware of his surroundings, the room around him slowly disappears and he is out like a light.
He lays there, breathing calmly, sleeping like a baby as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep. Not that beginning sleep, but the deep sleep that brings with it all the dreams with it. The place where we go to really visualize our subconcious. Claxton walks from his room in the suite and sees that Jonas is out. He grabs the throw blanket from the sofa and covers him up. He walks over and closes the blinds, darkening the room a bit, but the sun still peaks through a little. Claxton leaves the room and allows Jonas to get some much needed rest.
~3 HOURS LATER~
Jonas begins to stir. He opens his eyes and realizes that he is sleeping on his side, cuddled up with a throw blanket. He presumes he was given the throw by Claxton and lays there for a few minutes before starting to stretch. He yawns as he begins to pop his fingers and wrists as he does every morning. He sits up in the bed, twisting at the waist and popping his back. He tosses the throw to the side and turns and places his feet on the floor.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Claxton? Are you here?
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
(appearing from his room) Hey, old boy! Get a good nap?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Actually, yes. Thank you so much for letting me get the rest. I need that.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
I figured you did. It's been a long last few days, and with this big match coming up, you are certainly going to have your hands full with Bates.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
I don't know. He is a bit hard to figure, Claxton.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
How so?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Well, he talks about wanting to be the World Champion. Then about wanting to be the first two time honor champion. Then the first ever gay champion. I think he is trying to confuse me with all the talking in circles he is doing.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
Well, I don't think he has a heart to win this match. He doesn't want the honor championship. Not in my humble opinion, anyway.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Yeah, I kind of gathered that from his promos this week too. It's like he isn't upset about having the chance, but his heart isn't completely in it.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
That's what I was thinking listening to him rant and rave about his homosexuality. It's becoming a bit tough to listen to at this point, isn't it?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
I swear I am glad we aren't obligated to film any more promo videos this week because if I have to listen to him talk about being gay for one more minute, I may hang myself!
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
Just get out there Sunday night, shut him up, and let's move on, will ya?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
That's the plan, Claxton. That's the plan.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
OK, so look. It's a little after 6PM and we have dinner reservations for 7:30! So hop to it, old boy, get a shower and get dressed! I would hate to lose our reservations because you took your sweet time getting ready!
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
..::SETTING::..
Potter shakes his head, laughing. He gets up and heads into the master bathroom, taking his clothes with him. The door shuts behind him as Claxton grabs his cell and begins to make a few calls. Claxton walks into his room of the suite and shuts the door behind him as the scene fades to black.
..::EPILOGUE::..
You know, Kristoff, I would have to say that I am disappointed in you. I am disappointed that you would think that I care about who you are buggering in your private life. The fact that you think that anyone would care who you are buggering at all is proof of your incredible insecurities. That's something you need to deal with and deal with fast!
Real fast!
You are killing your career faster than you can name off homosexual slurs. It's getting tougher and tougher to respect a man who doesn't even respect himself enough to hold his head up high and own his lifestyle without assuming everyone is going to slam his personal choices. You can say what you want about my past, because it doesn't bother me anymore. What happened in the past is just that, Kristoff...
The past!
My mental health issues are well documented, and the resurrection of my life from those issues has been nothing short of phenomenal. But I own that, Bates. I take everything that's happened in my past and present and I make sure that everyone knows that I own it.
My failures.
My successes.
My recovery.
All of it is on me. I have been up front and honest about who I am, what I lived through, what happened to me and how I overcame it. I have been an open book. I haven't lived scared a single day since I got here, Bates. That's the difference between me and you. I have lived open and honest. When you can do the same thing, then come talk to me. Just because you are finally out of the closet doesn't mean you are living out in the open. Your defenses are up and you are battling everything and everyone you come in contact with whether they want to battle you or not.
You brought this on yourself.
Just remember that the next time you open your mouth and go on these senseless speeches about how everyone expects you to just be some flaming homosexual and how it pisses you off. And that's what people are saying behind your back. That's what people are thinking. I told you the truth, Bates, and you couldn't handle it. I will try again, but somehow I doubt it will sink in. Somehow, you will turn it on me like it was a vicious and verbal attack on you. Either way, here it is....
Nobody thinks or says any of that.
There you have it, Bates. That's the God's honest truth. The question is, what are you going to do with the information? What are you going to do with the knowledge that nobody cares who you are banging behind closed doors. Nobody is worried about you trying to bang them in the ass during a match. Absolutely, positively...
NOBODY!
You can talk about people hating you all you want, Bates. It doesn't matter to me either way. But I can tell you that the more pressure you put on yourself by fabricating this alternate reality in your head, the harder the fall becomes at the end of the fall. When that sudden wake-up call hits, and you realize that I was right, you were wrong, and you basically just made all that crap up, you will be at the bottom of the barrel trying to see the light of day. I pray for your sake, and the sake of everyone around you, that it won't be too late to recover.
You are a talented wrestler.
You are an intelligent man.
You just got a lot of deep, deep issues to deal with.
Your problems, are not my problems, Bates. But at the end of the night, Sunday night. Maybe the realization that you just lost another match to me will wake you up. Maybe, just maybe, you will open your eyes and ears and see the truth. Then again, maybe you will just wake up in the hospital trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and why you are there. Hell, i don't even know at this point. What I do know is this...
I will walk out of Battlegrounds the NCW Honor Champion.
I will continue to win matches.
You will continue to be gay.
It's the way things are.
Deal with it.
Jesus Christ Almighty! Is there anything you can't make about you being gay? You are killing me with this, Bates. Seriously. It has been nothing but asinine "Oh you are making fun of me" crap since you started talking. If you were prepared for all of it as you say you were...
IT WOULDN'T BOTHER YOU!
So do us all a favor and shut up about it. The only person who appears to even remotely care that you are gay.
IS YOU!
Look, you are gay. We get it. You like men. Not women. Big deal. In the ring, we are all men trying to win a match. Regardless of what you do behind closed doors, in that ring, you are just another opponent. Just another person to defend my title against.
Just.
Another.
Victim.
People say that I have gained a bit of an ego since I won the Honor Championship Last month. That very well may be, however, I have beaten some of the best this company has to offer, so why not feel confident in that? Why not feel confident in my abilities? Rookie or not, I am turning heads. I am impressing because all I do is keep winning.
That's the truth.
You are so worried that people are going to make gay slurs in your direction that you can't even focus on this match. Regardless of what you say, your actions speak louder than your words ever could. Your actions tell me you are not focused on me as much as you are focused on your pitiful coming out party. Your actions tell me that you are trying to overcompensate for being the only gay man in NCW by talking tough and threatening people. Your actions say..
You are scared.
You are scared that you may have lost your edge. You are scared that people won't take your serious because you enjoy man to man sex. Because you prefer a sausage fest to clam chowder. You are scared that ultimately you will be dropped to the bottom of the barrell and not given the opportunity to succeed just because you prefer beef to fish. What you need to realize, Bates, is that the only thing that will hold you back from success in NCW...
Is you.
The more you whine and bitch and piss and moan about people hating on your love of the penis, the less people want to listen to what you have to say. The more you drone on and on about things you THINK people are going to say about you, the less focused you are on the task at hand. Wake up and smell the **** you are shoveling, Bates. Because ultimately, at the end of the day, your words end up just like your soul....
Hollow.
I was one hundred percent sincere with my comments in my last promo, Kristoff. I wanted to get those horrible insults out there and just say them. They don't mean anything to me, and the sooner we can get past this, the sooner we can all get on with our lives. Nobody expects you to wear a dress. Nobody expects you to get a boner seeing Sexy Jason in the locker room. I mean, nobody could get a boner in the midst of gut busting laughter, right? It's like you don't listen to anything anyone says. You have this incredible imagination where you disregard anything anyone says and then make up your own extravagant truth. Well, Sunday, when I walk out of Battlegrounds STILL the NCW Honor Champion...
I am done with the gay conversation.
And I am done with you.
..::SETTING::..
3PM - Washington D.C. - Hyatt Regency Hotel
In just twenty four hours, Doctor Jonas Potter will defend his NCW Honor Championship against the man he won it from. Kristoff Liam Bates. A man with more emotional trouble than a group of seventh grade girls who just got their first period. Earlier this week, the good doctor was trying to sincerely empathize with the plight of Kristoff Bates, only to have it backfire and be called a liar and a jerk. The emotional freight train that is Kristoff Bates chugs into the station on Sunday night, full speed ahead, and Jonas needs to make sure he isn't standing on the tracks.
The scene fades in and we see Potter laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. His hands behind his head, fingers clasped together. He just stares up, lying there enjoying the quiet. Almost meditating as he goes through the match in his head. He hears the electronic lock on the door move and the door opens as Claxton quietly walks in as not to disturb Jonas. He walks into the other room of the suite and begins to check his email and basically be quiet so that Jonas can get some rest and really focus on the task at hand. The task of defending his Honor Championship.
As much as he would love to be in the Road to the Gold tournament, Doctor Potter is determined to make the Honor Championship stand out and become an important part of NCW. He wants to prove that it isn't just some lower card championship, it's a legitimate stepping stone to bigger and better things in NCW. He wants it to be valuable.
The Doctor's eyes begin to turn heavy as he lays there. The silence combined with the cold air blowing down on him makes him sleepy. Before he knows it, his eyes are closed, and he is drifting off to sleep. Still trying to remain aware of his surroundings, the room around him slowly disappears and he is out like a light.
He lays there, breathing calmly, sleeping like a baby as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep. Not that beginning sleep, but the deep sleep that brings with it all the dreams with it. The place where we go to really visualize our subconcious. Claxton walks from his room in the suite and sees that Jonas is out. He grabs the throw blanket from the sofa and covers him up. He walks over and closes the blinds, darkening the room a bit, but the sun still peaks through a little. Claxton leaves the room and allows Jonas to get some much needed rest.
~3 HOURS LATER~
Jonas begins to stir. He opens his eyes and realizes that he is sleeping on his side, cuddled up with a throw blanket. He presumes he was given the throw by Claxton and lays there for a few minutes before starting to stretch. He yawns as he begins to pop his fingers and wrists as he does every morning. He sits up in the bed, twisting at the waist and popping his back. He tosses the throw to the side and turns and places his feet on the floor.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Claxton? Are you here?
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
(appearing from his room) Hey, old boy! Get a good nap?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Actually, yes. Thank you so much for letting me get the rest. I need that.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
I figured you did. It's been a long last few days, and with this big match coming up, you are certainly going to have your hands full with Bates.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
I don't know. He is a bit hard to figure, Claxton.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
How so?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Well, he talks about wanting to be the World Champion. Then about wanting to be the first two time honor champion. Then the first ever gay champion. I think he is trying to confuse me with all the talking in circles he is doing.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
Well, I don't think he has a heart to win this match. He doesn't want the honor championship. Not in my humble opinion, anyway.
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Yeah, I kind of gathered that from his promos this week too. It's like he isn't upset about having the chance, but his heart isn't completely in it.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
That's what I was thinking listening to him rant and rave about his homosexuality. It's becoming a bit tough to listen to at this point, isn't it?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
I swear I am glad we aren't obligated to film any more promo videos this week because if I have to listen to him talk about being gay for one more minute, I may hang myself!
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
Just get out there Sunday night, shut him up, and let's move on, will ya?
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
That's the plan, Claxton. That's the plan.
..::PHILLIP CLAXTON::..
OK, so look. It's a little after 6PM and we have dinner reservations for 7:30! So hop to it, old boy, get a shower and get dressed! I would hate to lose our reservations because you took your sweet time getting ready!
..::DOCTOR JONAS POTTER::..
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
..::SETTING::..
Potter shakes his head, laughing. He gets up and heads into the master bathroom, taking his clothes with him. The door shuts behind him as Claxton grabs his cell and begins to make a few calls. Claxton walks into his room of the suite and shuts the door behind him as the scene fades to black.
..::EPILOGUE::..
You know, Kristoff, I would have to say that I am disappointed in you. I am disappointed that you would think that I care about who you are buggering in your private life. The fact that you think that anyone would care who you are buggering at all is proof of your incredible insecurities. That's something you need to deal with and deal with fast!
Real fast!
You are killing your career faster than you can name off homosexual slurs. It's getting tougher and tougher to respect a man who doesn't even respect himself enough to hold his head up high and own his lifestyle without assuming everyone is going to slam his personal choices. You can say what you want about my past, because it doesn't bother me anymore. What happened in the past is just that, Kristoff...
The past!
My mental health issues are well documented, and the resurrection of my life from those issues has been nothing short of phenomenal. But I own that, Bates. I take everything that's happened in my past and present and I make sure that everyone knows that I own it.
My failures.
My successes.
My recovery.
All of it is on me. I have been up front and honest about who I am, what I lived through, what happened to me and how I overcame it. I have been an open book. I haven't lived scared a single day since I got here, Bates. That's the difference between me and you. I have lived open and honest. When you can do the same thing, then come talk to me. Just because you are finally out of the closet doesn't mean you are living out in the open. Your defenses are up and you are battling everything and everyone you come in contact with whether they want to battle you or not.
You brought this on yourself.
Just remember that the next time you open your mouth and go on these senseless speeches about how everyone expects you to just be some flaming homosexual and how it pisses you off. And that's what people are saying behind your back. That's what people are thinking. I told you the truth, Bates, and you couldn't handle it. I will try again, but somehow I doubt it will sink in. Somehow, you will turn it on me like it was a vicious and verbal attack on you. Either way, here it is....
Nobody thinks or says any of that.
There you have it, Bates. That's the God's honest truth. The question is, what are you going to do with the information? What are you going to do with the knowledge that nobody cares who you are banging behind closed doors. Nobody is worried about you trying to bang them in the ass during a match. Absolutely, positively...
NOBODY!
You can talk about people hating you all you want, Bates. It doesn't matter to me either way. But I can tell you that the more pressure you put on yourself by fabricating this alternate reality in your head, the harder the fall becomes at the end of the fall. When that sudden wake-up call hits, and you realize that I was right, you were wrong, and you basically just made all that crap up, you will be at the bottom of the barrel trying to see the light of day. I pray for your sake, and the sake of everyone around you, that it won't be too late to recover.
You are a talented wrestler.
You are an intelligent man.
You just got a lot of deep, deep issues to deal with.
Your problems, are not my problems, Bates. But at the end of the night, Sunday night. Maybe the realization that you just lost another match to me will wake you up. Maybe, just maybe, you will open your eyes and ears and see the truth. Then again, maybe you will just wake up in the hospital trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and why you are there. Hell, i don't even know at this point. What I do know is this...
I will walk out of Battlegrounds the NCW Honor Champion.
I will continue to win matches.
You will continue to be gay.
It's the way things are.
Deal with it.