Post by Ricky Johnson on Aug 22, 2008 18:52:26 GMT -6
Early Morning.
We open on a scene of a brand new mansion. It looks like something from "the lifestyles of the rich and famous" or "MTV Cribs" for the youngsters. Except for one minor detail: It looks like Edward Scicorhands' house. Minus all the great lawn sculptures Of course. The sun shines brightly, peeking in between the tall trees surrounding the house, yet the house looks still looks gloomy and all doom-like. We flash to the inside of the house, which is almost entirely iron. It looks cold, and ugly. We pan around the living room to see a DVD player and a large surround sound system with the DVD screen flashing "resume" on it obviously have been paused or stopped for some reason.
We continue on our virtual tour to the master bedroom, we find Roxi, resident of the home sleeping on the bed. The covers cover her lower half, and her left leg, the right sticking out from underneath them. Her top half is bare, and the nCw camers blur out her breasts. She has sprawled out on the bed, basically taking up all the space. Which for this moment is ok, because Ricky isn't there...
But where is he?
With the camera in the doorway, we can't see the whole room, so the camera can now view the whole room, and there stands Ricky, shirtless and barefoot, with some faded blue jeans his only apparel. {Levi's for those wondering} Ricky has his back to the camera, so we can't see exactly what he's doing. But upon further investigation and moving toward him, we see that he is in fact, doing nothing. He stares blankly at the sky, lost in thought to some degree. There is a noise behind the camera, so we pan to see Roxi has shuffled around on the bed, now fully covered up. Ricky looks back at her, and then back upward.
Ricky: There are days where I ask if it's worth it. Days I wonder exactly what my future holds. I fear getting lost in the shuffle may make my career in nCw at this point vauge. People already know who I am. I'm recognized on the streets and in foreign countries. I remember being the new guy at this point last year. People were saying my stock would rise tenfold. And to a certain degree in has. I am the first nCw wrestler to hold three seperate titles. I've beaten some of the biggest names and competed in some of the biggest matches. But what's it all mean? Have my best days passed me by?
We pan back over to Roxi, apparently is awoken by Ricky's monologe. She rubs her eyes before reaching in between the bed and nightstand and grabbing a black bra.
Ricky: I tried to be the nice guy, and bring someone up with me. I tried to trust those I thought I could, but in the end They let me down time and time again. The only person, thoughout these times that has always been there, has been her. Roxi is the greatest partner I could ever have. But I feel as if I let her down. I could only watch as she was shot, and only got there in seconds to prevent her from being raped and possibly killed. Yet she sticks with me. Even through hell and back, she's there. Unlike another partner.
Roxi by this point has her bra on, and also a robe. She yawns and walks up behind Ricky, pressing up against him and hugging him.
Roxi: Did you see the footage?
Ricky: With John?
Roxi: mmmhmm
Ricky: Yes. But I'll be viewing it again. I want to catch every word.
Roxi: 'kay
Roxi yawns again before tying up the robe and exiting the room.
Ricky: John tried his damnest to sound like he has accomplished something as of late, I guess if one count losing a tag title match as something, I guess he's right. He has the gaul to come out and say that I haven't done anything since our split. Haven't I, John? Did I not defeat you and Jimmy Zane last week? Didn't I almost end his career? Didn't I best you, yet again? But when you've got such a small screen, it's hard to see the big picture. And you showed some real class attacking me after bell. Losing is what you do, John. It's almost natural for you. You lost the tag title match, and then lost the tag match last week. It's nothing to get angry over. Just accept it. I mean, for a while, until I lifted you up from the pile of mediocrity, it seemed you were quite comfortable with losing. But I guess that's my fault for giving you your one and only shot at rubbing elbows with greatness.
Ricky turns around his look at the camera for the first time. He pans around his own surrounds before looking at the camera again.
Ricky: Look at all that I have, John. You have a modest apartment, I have a lavish mansion. You took over the rent for some poor loser, This was built for me. I own the land it was built on, you possibly own the clothes on your back. You've got maybe 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, I have 8 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. Everything you have, I gave to you. Everything I have, I earned. It's the difference between mediocrity and success. It's what makes you, you. and me, me.
Roxi at this point re-enters the room.
Roxi: The chef says breakfast is ready.
Ricky: What is it?
Roxi: The usual breakfast buffet.
Ricky: Thank you.
Roxi: Still talking to John?
Ricky: Yes.
Roxi: Make sure he knows why exactly you will do have you've needed to do for while. We don't want him confused when the end comes.
Ricky: I'll be sure to take him down memory lane.
Roxi: He was such a dissapointment.
Ricky: You let him stay longer than he should have.
Roxi: That I did. But you listened to me.
Ricky: Touche'
Roxi slyly grins.
Roxi: When you've finished, be sure to call your friend back.
Ricky: Indeed.
Roxi once again exits the room.
Ricky: I suppose we should get into it, John. This upcoming match is an "I surrender" match. I assume that someone will have to utter those words. Rest assured that what I have planned for you, you may not be physically capable of doing so. I'll have to restrain myself.
Ricky grins a bit.
Ricky: The way I see this match John, It's like a parent having to disicpline an unruly child. I have to teach you a lesson, but still try not to be totally heartless. Like I've stated before, I chose you, hoping to bring you out of that shell of worthlessness. But instead, you brought me down. I tried to teach you vaulable things to use when the team split to persue more singles success. But you wasted them. In one ear and out the other, huh John? You supremely failed me at every turn. And much like last week, and the week before, there were just excuses. "I'll try harder next time", "I was off tonight", "I dropped the ball out there" Aren't you tired of me repeating them already? Imagine hearing it for weeks. Roxi suggested to keep you on the team, I suppose the mother in her. She gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you took full advantage of riding our coattails as long as you could. But did you return the favor? no! I was out there, getting double and triple-teamed, but did John Anthony make the save? No. Because John Anthony had a match later on that night, so he didn't want to expend any energy. Give me a break, John. You were never there. You have your belt, and you were all set, huh?
Roxi once again is in the doorway.
Ricky: Yes?
Roxi: Your breakfast is getting cold.
Ricky: In a moment, love.
Roxi: 'Kay. Don't blame me.
Ricky: Heh, I won't.
Roxi again dissapears.
Ricky: Now where was I? Oh yes. So in the end, I broke up this little failing group, and I set out to once again get back to my spot, since you drug me down to yours. And what do I get from you John? More excuses. Not a "thanks for everything" or "way to carry me to gold". No, instead, I get: "I carried that team" and "All he did was slow me down" It would be funny it is wasn't so sad. I mean, what exactly was I slowing you down from? Another episode of curtain-jerking and choking in big matches? And if you carried our team to tag gold, why couldn't you do it with a different partner? Oh, that's right "he wasn't ready" Sound like anthother excuse to me. I mean, I'm the only reason you're respected even in the slightest. But In the end, you were just a sad, insecure, pathetic, little man. And come Battle Ground, I will take back what little respect I gave to you. I will make you suffer. And them I'm sure you'll have some excuse as you wallow back to your pathetic ways. I'm just waiting to hear what they'll be, because it's more exciting or innovative or even sensible than anything else that comes from your trap.
A bell rings in the background.
Ricky: You see, now my food is cold, but none the less, John, Your surrender will be more than atiquite compensation. And then you can answer my question:
IS IT PAINFULLY CLEAR YET?
We open on a scene of a brand new mansion. It looks like something from "the lifestyles of the rich and famous" or "MTV Cribs" for the youngsters. Except for one minor detail: It looks like Edward Scicorhands' house. Minus all the great lawn sculptures Of course. The sun shines brightly, peeking in between the tall trees surrounding the house, yet the house looks still looks gloomy and all doom-like. We flash to the inside of the house, which is almost entirely iron. It looks cold, and ugly. We pan around the living room to see a DVD player and a large surround sound system with the DVD screen flashing "resume" on it obviously have been paused or stopped for some reason.
We continue on our virtual tour to the master bedroom, we find Roxi, resident of the home sleeping on the bed. The covers cover her lower half, and her left leg, the right sticking out from underneath them. Her top half is bare, and the nCw camers blur out her breasts. She has sprawled out on the bed, basically taking up all the space. Which for this moment is ok, because Ricky isn't there...
But where is he?
With the camera in the doorway, we can't see the whole room, so the camera can now view the whole room, and there stands Ricky, shirtless and barefoot, with some faded blue jeans his only apparel. {Levi's for those wondering} Ricky has his back to the camera, so we can't see exactly what he's doing. But upon further investigation and moving toward him, we see that he is in fact, doing nothing. He stares blankly at the sky, lost in thought to some degree. There is a noise behind the camera, so we pan to see Roxi has shuffled around on the bed, now fully covered up. Ricky looks back at her, and then back upward.
Ricky: There are days where I ask if it's worth it. Days I wonder exactly what my future holds. I fear getting lost in the shuffle may make my career in nCw at this point vauge. People already know who I am. I'm recognized on the streets and in foreign countries. I remember being the new guy at this point last year. People were saying my stock would rise tenfold. And to a certain degree in has. I am the first nCw wrestler to hold three seperate titles. I've beaten some of the biggest names and competed in some of the biggest matches. But what's it all mean? Have my best days passed me by?
We pan back over to Roxi, apparently is awoken by Ricky's monologe. She rubs her eyes before reaching in between the bed and nightstand and grabbing a black bra.
Ricky: I tried to be the nice guy, and bring someone up with me. I tried to trust those I thought I could, but in the end They let me down time and time again. The only person, thoughout these times that has always been there, has been her. Roxi is the greatest partner I could ever have. But I feel as if I let her down. I could only watch as she was shot, and only got there in seconds to prevent her from being raped and possibly killed. Yet she sticks with me. Even through hell and back, she's there. Unlike another partner.
Roxi by this point has her bra on, and also a robe. She yawns and walks up behind Ricky, pressing up against him and hugging him.
Roxi: Did you see the footage?
Ricky: With John?
Roxi: mmmhmm
Ricky: Yes. But I'll be viewing it again. I want to catch every word.
Roxi: 'kay
Roxi yawns again before tying up the robe and exiting the room.
Ricky: John tried his damnest to sound like he has accomplished something as of late, I guess if one count losing a tag title match as something, I guess he's right. He has the gaul to come out and say that I haven't done anything since our split. Haven't I, John? Did I not defeat you and Jimmy Zane last week? Didn't I almost end his career? Didn't I best you, yet again? But when you've got such a small screen, it's hard to see the big picture. And you showed some real class attacking me after bell. Losing is what you do, John. It's almost natural for you. You lost the tag title match, and then lost the tag match last week. It's nothing to get angry over. Just accept it. I mean, for a while, until I lifted you up from the pile of mediocrity, it seemed you were quite comfortable with losing. But I guess that's my fault for giving you your one and only shot at rubbing elbows with greatness.
Ricky turns around his look at the camera for the first time. He pans around his own surrounds before looking at the camera again.
Ricky: Look at all that I have, John. You have a modest apartment, I have a lavish mansion. You took over the rent for some poor loser, This was built for me. I own the land it was built on, you possibly own the clothes on your back. You've got maybe 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, I have 8 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. Everything you have, I gave to you. Everything I have, I earned. It's the difference between mediocrity and success. It's what makes you, you. and me, me.
Roxi at this point re-enters the room.
Roxi: The chef says breakfast is ready.
Ricky: What is it?
Roxi: The usual breakfast buffet.
Ricky: Thank you.
Roxi: Still talking to John?
Ricky: Yes.
Roxi: Make sure he knows why exactly you will do have you've needed to do for while. We don't want him confused when the end comes.
Ricky: I'll be sure to take him down memory lane.
Roxi: He was such a dissapointment.
Ricky: You let him stay longer than he should have.
Roxi: That I did. But you listened to me.
Ricky: Touche'
Roxi slyly grins.
Roxi: When you've finished, be sure to call your friend back.
Ricky: Indeed.
Roxi once again exits the room.
Ricky: I suppose we should get into it, John. This upcoming match is an "I surrender" match. I assume that someone will have to utter those words. Rest assured that what I have planned for you, you may not be physically capable of doing so. I'll have to restrain myself.
Ricky grins a bit.
Ricky: The way I see this match John, It's like a parent having to disicpline an unruly child. I have to teach you a lesson, but still try not to be totally heartless. Like I've stated before, I chose you, hoping to bring you out of that shell of worthlessness. But instead, you brought me down. I tried to teach you vaulable things to use when the team split to persue more singles success. But you wasted them. In one ear and out the other, huh John? You supremely failed me at every turn. And much like last week, and the week before, there were just excuses. "I'll try harder next time", "I was off tonight", "I dropped the ball out there" Aren't you tired of me repeating them already? Imagine hearing it for weeks. Roxi suggested to keep you on the team, I suppose the mother in her. She gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you took full advantage of riding our coattails as long as you could. But did you return the favor? no! I was out there, getting double and triple-teamed, but did John Anthony make the save? No. Because John Anthony had a match later on that night, so he didn't want to expend any energy. Give me a break, John. You were never there. You have your belt, and you were all set, huh?
Roxi once again is in the doorway.
Ricky: Yes?
Roxi: Your breakfast is getting cold.
Ricky: In a moment, love.
Roxi: 'Kay. Don't blame me.
Ricky: Heh, I won't.
Roxi again dissapears.
Ricky: Now where was I? Oh yes. So in the end, I broke up this little failing group, and I set out to once again get back to my spot, since you drug me down to yours. And what do I get from you John? More excuses. Not a "thanks for everything" or "way to carry me to gold". No, instead, I get: "I carried that team" and "All he did was slow me down" It would be funny it is wasn't so sad. I mean, what exactly was I slowing you down from? Another episode of curtain-jerking and choking in big matches? And if you carried our team to tag gold, why couldn't you do it with a different partner? Oh, that's right "he wasn't ready" Sound like anthother excuse to me. I mean, I'm the only reason you're respected even in the slightest. But In the end, you were just a sad, insecure, pathetic, little man. And come Battle Ground, I will take back what little respect I gave to you. I will make you suffer. And them I'm sure you'll have some excuse as you wallow back to your pathetic ways. I'm just waiting to hear what they'll be, because it's more exciting or innovative or even sensible than anything else that comes from your trap.
A bell rings in the background.
Ricky: You see, now my food is cold, but none the less, John, Your surrender will be more than atiquite compensation. And then you can answer my question:
IS IT PAINFULLY CLEAR YET?