Post by Gib on Jan 11, 2009 7:08:56 GMT -6
(Scene opens, Harold sits on the top on a rock on top of a mountain, at the bottom you hear waves crashing, against the stone. The wind blows gently and Harold’s head is looking down, like we have witnessed time and time again, the thought of being stripped of his dignity yet again forces his head towards the ground like the weight of a thousands pebbles collecting at the base of his skull.)
It’s to bad there always has to be a bad guy
No matter what you watch, or what avenue of life you are going through, someone always has to play the role. This seems to be a common precedent in much of life. Without evil there can be no good, without richness there can be no poverty, without sanity there can be no insanity. Nothing would exist, and nothing would mean anything with the absence of its opposite
For years, around thirty to be exact I have represented the good side of the equation, not always the brightest or most sober, not always the best role model or the most attractive human being, but someone that genuinely wanted good for people, and someone that would work to help others
Change is a crazy thing, I mean, in a world that there didn’t have to be a bad guy, then maybe you wouldn’t be sitting there with your thumb up your ass saying “Just let everyone know who you are Harold, just tell us we will accept you,” maybe you would be out there doing something for yourself. I mean, what is the point of charity, most people do it for the wrong reasons.
Look at the “Great” philanthropists of the past, the Carnegies and the Rockefellers, these are people that hoarded riches for their selves just to later try to set up organizations and libraries and such so that their names would be remembered as people who cared. They went through the motions of being charitable so that others and helping the greater common good so they would be recognized.
Doesn’t that defeat the overburdening purpose of charity? Of being good? If you are doing it for attention? Why suck peoples asses if you don’t want to? Because believe it or not, good or bad, your legacy is going to live on regardless. If not for being a wonderful giver then definitely for being a money grubbing son of a bitch, regardless you are remembered and that is what TRULY matters right?
See. I have played the hero so long that it is weird to look in the mirror and see someone who may become a hero. Homeless Harold isn’t a villain, he isn’t. But I think deep down, the man under the mask may be. After being kicked around in the world for so long, after facing demon after demon, failure after failure a change was necessary to cause a spark, something to ignite the fire that lies deep within my soul. I needed something, and now it has been brought to me. I am a slave, I am an indentured servant. Sure, I get paid, sure I get attention and fame. But at what cost? I can tell you what this is going to cost me, my soul, my heart. Beating someone I consider a friend is not my idea of an excellent night, or good karmanic behavior. I know that when judgment comes down I will have to live down the sins that I am about to commit and I hate that. I don’t relish the thought of what I must do to you and the answer should be simple, I should tell Age of the Revolution to go touch themselves and continue to fight.
But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to relive the past. Not now, and maybe not ever. So, I listen and I obey. That means bad things for those on the other side of Age of the Revolution. Burns, the moment that Knite approached me was the final nail in the coffin for the Resistance. Kane and Nelly have disappeared, my hand has been forced and now you stand alone facing one of the most capable challengers you have ever faced in your life.
See, In Japan when I arrived they called me the Gaijin Warrior, which roughly translated means “Outside Warrior.” This was originally meant as an insult. I was another of a breed of American wrestlers who were going oversees to test our hands at being monsters in Japan. My matches over there were epic, facing the greats, tackling the challenges eventually after the booing, the insults, the death threats that accompanied beating the biggest stars in Japan the cheers started, and Gaijin became something of a term of endearment, I had been accepted and that was a truly amazing feeling, being accepted in their culture.
That is that last time I felt like I was truly something before the resistance. What did I do? I lied, like you said, I lied and apparently I lied badly. I never thought people actually checked my status updates. But that is neither here nor there, the important piece of this puzzle is that, in Japan, when the fans were finally starting to cheer me, and starting to get behind me I left and pursued bigger paychecks and better offers. I didn’t give any thought to it either, I cared not that the offers were coming in because of the opponents I had faced, because of the amazing workers that went on the journey known as wrestling with me. Now the people were just starting to get on the Harold bandwagon, just starting to get behind me and what do I do, I leave, I change, and I will once again be booed. For when people see who I am, and what has become of me, to be working for Adam Knite, there will be no end to the shame.
I am the perfect example of the self fulfilling prophecy, I have the means to gain anything in the world, but every time I get close I make sure it doesn’t, I ruin it. And we stand here again, at the dawn of a time when other things will be ruined. The legacy I have created for myself, my pride and of course…
Your reign as Xtreme Champion. I could look in every crystal ball in the world Philip, and each one of them will have the exact same outcome. Me winning the championship, and me maintaining what few strands of dignity I have left.
I am sorry for what is going to happen.
(he stands and walks away from the camera as the scene fades)
It’s to bad there always has to be a bad guy
No matter what you watch, or what avenue of life you are going through, someone always has to play the role. This seems to be a common precedent in much of life. Without evil there can be no good, without richness there can be no poverty, without sanity there can be no insanity. Nothing would exist, and nothing would mean anything with the absence of its opposite
For years, around thirty to be exact I have represented the good side of the equation, not always the brightest or most sober, not always the best role model or the most attractive human being, but someone that genuinely wanted good for people, and someone that would work to help others
Change is a crazy thing, I mean, in a world that there didn’t have to be a bad guy, then maybe you wouldn’t be sitting there with your thumb up your ass saying “Just let everyone know who you are Harold, just tell us we will accept you,” maybe you would be out there doing something for yourself. I mean, what is the point of charity, most people do it for the wrong reasons.
Look at the “Great” philanthropists of the past, the Carnegies and the Rockefellers, these are people that hoarded riches for their selves just to later try to set up organizations and libraries and such so that their names would be remembered as people who cared. They went through the motions of being charitable so that others and helping the greater common good so they would be recognized.
Doesn’t that defeat the overburdening purpose of charity? Of being good? If you are doing it for attention? Why suck peoples asses if you don’t want to? Because believe it or not, good or bad, your legacy is going to live on regardless. If not for being a wonderful giver then definitely for being a money grubbing son of a bitch, regardless you are remembered and that is what TRULY matters right?
See. I have played the hero so long that it is weird to look in the mirror and see someone who may become a hero. Homeless Harold isn’t a villain, he isn’t. But I think deep down, the man under the mask may be. After being kicked around in the world for so long, after facing demon after demon, failure after failure a change was necessary to cause a spark, something to ignite the fire that lies deep within my soul. I needed something, and now it has been brought to me. I am a slave, I am an indentured servant. Sure, I get paid, sure I get attention and fame. But at what cost? I can tell you what this is going to cost me, my soul, my heart. Beating someone I consider a friend is not my idea of an excellent night, or good karmanic behavior. I know that when judgment comes down I will have to live down the sins that I am about to commit and I hate that. I don’t relish the thought of what I must do to you and the answer should be simple, I should tell Age of the Revolution to go touch themselves and continue to fight.
But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to relive the past. Not now, and maybe not ever. So, I listen and I obey. That means bad things for those on the other side of Age of the Revolution. Burns, the moment that Knite approached me was the final nail in the coffin for the Resistance. Kane and Nelly have disappeared, my hand has been forced and now you stand alone facing one of the most capable challengers you have ever faced in your life.
See, In Japan when I arrived they called me the Gaijin Warrior, which roughly translated means “Outside Warrior.” This was originally meant as an insult. I was another of a breed of American wrestlers who were going oversees to test our hands at being monsters in Japan. My matches over there were epic, facing the greats, tackling the challenges eventually after the booing, the insults, the death threats that accompanied beating the biggest stars in Japan the cheers started, and Gaijin became something of a term of endearment, I had been accepted and that was a truly amazing feeling, being accepted in their culture.
That is that last time I felt like I was truly something before the resistance. What did I do? I lied, like you said, I lied and apparently I lied badly. I never thought people actually checked my status updates. But that is neither here nor there, the important piece of this puzzle is that, in Japan, when the fans were finally starting to cheer me, and starting to get behind me I left and pursued bigger paychecks and better offers. I didn’t give any thought to it either, I cared not that the offers were coming in because of the opponents I had faced, because of the amazing workers that went on the journey known as wrestling with me. Now the people were just starting to get on the Harold bandwagon, just starting to get behind me and what do I do, I leave, I change, and I will once again be booed. For when people see who I am, and what has become of me, to be working for Adam Knite, there will be no end to the shame.
I am the perfect example of the self fulfilling prophecy, I have the means to gain anything in the world, but every time I get close I make sure it doesn’t, I ruin it. And we stand here again, at the dawn of a time when other things will be ruined. The legacy I have created for myself, my pride and of course…
Your reign as Xtreme Champion. I could look in every crystal ball in the world Philip, and each one of them will have the exact same outcome. Me winning the championship, and me maintaining what few strands of dignity I have left.
I am sorry for what is going to happen.
(he stands and walks away from the camera as the scene fades)