Post by Chris Brock on Jul 2, 2009 19:21:37 GMT -6
Voice: Ok Brock, so first and foremost; everyone wants to know why you attacked Ace on Trauma.
Brock: I never said that I was an angel. Success is not measured by doing what is considered by wins and losses. It’s about stepping up when no one else would and fighting the good fight. Even if it does mean that you have to bend the rules a bit in certain cases.
I say as I sit on this stool in front of an nCw banner at the Scottrade center in St. Louis. The hype for Picture Perfect is already ramping up and I have been asked to give a short bio piece for the website. I don’t mind doing these spots, and Dylan loves to book them whenever possible, so it works out for the best. Although I find myself thinking back to about four hours ago when I was with all of those children at the hospital making my annual visit. I invited the camera crew to come with me so that I could play it back for the website piece I was doing.
FOUR HOURS EARLIER
As I walked up to door the camera man asked me why I came to this particular children’s hospital every year and what made it special.
Three years ago I came here while working for another company as a request from the head office. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but when I got here and met these kids, I fell in love with each and every one of them. I get days off, but these kids fight for their lives every day. So ever since that first visit I’ve made it a priority to come back here at least once per year to visit. I’m actually lucky that this hospital hasn’t made a personnel change or lost a single child since then. This year I actually had to cancel my scheduled visit because I chose to sign with nCw, but then I found out that we would be in St. Louis for Picture Perfect, I couldn’t resist. So they have no Idea that I’m going to be here today. Not even the staff knows.
I looked at my watch and saw what time it was. “Perfect, they’re going to be watching television so I can sneak in and surprise them.” I thought as I slowly opened the door that opens into the main hallway and crouched a little as I walked past the massive bay window that let’s you see into the main room where the kids can watch television or play. They’re watching some kid’s cartoon that I’ve never seen before as I walk around the corner and straighten myself and prepare to enter the room. I round the corner of the open doorway.
“Guess whose back!”
The kids all turn their heads and see me as they begin to shout and run up to me for a giant group hug. I get swarmed and end up falling to the floor as the children start to dog pile on top of me at some point.
Children! Let Mr. Brock up!
I hear that voice for the first time in over a year. It’s Danielle. Her voice echoes in my mind like a symphony of sweet music. I’ve always been attracted to her, but never could muster up the courage to actually ask her out on a date. She’s too nice, too kind, and too perfect for me to screw it up; for my career or anything else to cost me whatever possibility of a relationship may exist between us. Her hand reaches through the pile of children limbs and grabs mine. My heart begins to race as she tries to pull me up. I finally get to my feet and attempt to straighten myself out.
It’s good to see you all as well. How is everyone?
The kids scream “Great” and that brings a smile to my face because I know they’re not great. I know that some are hurting, some losing their hair, others already bald, but everyone of them is dying and yet they refuse to let it get to them.
I’m sorry I’m late kids, but my flight got delayed and I had to run all the way here from Florida.
The kids all laugh at my attempt at humor. I know it’s a terrible joke, but it makes them laugh.
Seriously though, I’m in town for the week as I have a big match coming up and I couldn’t let anymore time go by without seeing all of you. And I have something special that should be arriving any minute now.
The kids begin to question what it could possibly be all at once until the delivery man I arranged for walked in with six industrial size containers of ice cream. The rest of the staff began to set things up as Danielle and I just watched on. It was an awkward silence.
Danielle- So what made you decide to visit?
Brock- I told you that I would be here; it’s just that I had to wait a little longer than I would have liked.
You know the children were really sad when I told them you couldn’t make it, right?
I know, and I’m sorry but I couldn’t tell the front office that I had to push back my start date that soon. It’s one of the downsides to this business.
I’ll never understand you Chris, but I do thank you for coming. It means the world to them.
We started walking slowly through the facility as we conversed and caught up on what’s been happening in each others lives. I’ve always been attracted to Danielle, but never had the guts to actually ask her out. I slowly looked at her face as she blushed slightly while we walked out of the doors as she walked me to my car and said goodbye. She stood there as if waiting for me to say something or better yet, DO something but I couldn’t. It was if I was paralyzed and couldn’t move. I barely got out the words good bye and then quickly got into my car. I know that Danielle must be upset at me, but I just can’t get over the fact that we are doomed to fail.
PRESENT TIME
So tell me Chris, how are you feeling going into Picture Perfect this weekend. Does it bother you that you’re not on the main card?
I chuckle a bit as I take off my sunglasses to show my still slightly bloodshot eyes.
I’m feeling good. Whether or not I fight on the live pay-per-view is irrelevant to me. I am in the nCw right now for one purpose and one purpose only. To rid this company of pre-Madonna’s like the Ace. He represents a cancer that is infecting this entire business right now and I cannot stand it! I don’t know what’s going to happen on Sunday, but I do know this. I don’t care if I win or lose, as long as The Ace doesn’t score the fall I will consider this a great success for the entire nCw!
What about your other opponents; Steve Ramone and JackHammer?
Steve Ramone I have been in the ring with before and I wasn’t impressed. He didn’t really even seem to care about being there, so unless he gets his act together than I have nothing to worry about.
JackHammer, on the other hand, is a totally different story. He is a monster, plain and simple. The guy is seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds. He is impressive, but as I said earlier I am not worried about losing this match, as long as Ace doesn’t win.
I will do whatever I have to in order to rid you from this company Ace. I will take the loss, hell I will lay down for JackHammer or Ramone if it means making sure that you can no longer spread your infection to the rest of this company. I proved that I can beat you two weeks ago, and I proved that your vulnerable last week. You tried to mess with my career when you attacked me. You tried to injure me and take money out of my pocket, and food off of my table. What gives you the right to do that?
Ok, Chris; we’re just about out of time. Do you have any final thoughts?
I beat Ace…..I DO matter…..and on Sunday, you all better be prepared to suffer a memory lapse. Especially you Ace. Round two ends the same way as round one.
Fade to black.
Brock: I never said that I was an angel. Success is not measured by doing what is considered by wins and losses. It’s about stepping up when no one else would and fighting the good fight. Even if it does mean that you have to bend the rules a bit in certain cases.
I say as I sit on this stool in front of an nCw banner at the Scottrade center in St. Louis. The hype for Picture Perfect is already ramping up and I have been asked to give a short bio piece for the website. I don’t mind doing these spots, and Dylan loves to book them whenever possible, so it works out for the best. Although I find myself thinking back to about four hours ago when I was with all of those children at the hospital making my annual visit. I invited the camera crew to come with me so that I could play it back for the website piece I was doing.
FOUR HOURS EARLIER
As I walked up to door the camera man asked me why I came to this particular children’s hospital every year and what made it special.
Three years ago I came here while working for another company as a request from the head office. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but when I got here and met these kids, I fell in love with each and every one of them. I get days off, but these kids fight for their lives every day. So ever since that first visit I’ve made it a priority to come back here at least once per year to visit. I’m actually lucky that this hospital hasn’t made a personnel change or lost a single child since then. This year I actually had to cancel my scheduled visit because I chose to sign with nCw, but then I found out that we would be in St. Louis for Picture Perfect, I couldn’t resist. So they have no Idea that I’m going to be here today. Not even the staff knows.
I looked at my watch and saw what time it was. “Perfect, they’re going to be watching television so I can sneak in and surprise them.” I thought as I slowly opened the door that opens into the main hallway and crouched a little as I walked past the massive bay window that let’s you see into the main room where the kids can watch television or play. They’re watching some kid’s cartoon that I’ve never seen before as I walk around the corner and straighten myself and prepare to enter the room. I round the corner of the open doorway.
“Guess whose back!”
The kids all turn their heads and see me as they begin to shout and run up to me for a giant group hug. I get swarmed and end up falling to the floor as the children start to dog pile on top of me at some point.
Children! Let Mr. Brock up!
I hear that voice for the first time in over a year. It’s Danielle. Her voice echoes in my mind like a symphony of sweet music. I’ve always been attracted to her, but never could muster up the courage to actually ask her out on a date. She’s too nice, too kind, and too perfect for me to screw it up; for my career or anything else to cost me whatever possibility of a relationship may exist between us. Her hand reaches through the pile of children limbs and grabs mine. My heart begins to race as she tries to pull me up. I finally get to my feet and attempt to straighten myself out.
It’s good to see you all as well. How is everyone?
The kids scream “Great” and that brings a smile to my face because I know they’re not great. I know that some are hurting, some losing their hair, others already bald, but everyone of them is dying and yet they refuse to let it get to them.
I’m sorry I’m late kids, but my flight got delayed and I had to run all the way here from Florida.
The kids all laugh at my attempt at humor. I know it’s a terrible joke, but it makes them laugh.
Seriously though, I’m in town for the week as I have a big match coming up and I couldn’t let anymore time go by without seeing all of you. And I have something special that should be arriving any minute now.
The kids begin to question what it could possibly be all at once until the delivery man I arranged for walked in with six industrial size containers of ice cream. The rest of the staff began to set things up as Danielle and I just watched on. It was an awkward silence.
Danielle- So what made you decide to visit?
Brock- I told you that I would be here; it’s just that I had to wait a little longer than I would have liked.
You know the children were really sad when I told them you couldn’t make it, right?
I know, and I’m sorry but I couldn’t tell the front office that I had to push back my start date that soon. It’s one of the downsides to this business.
I’ll never understand you Chris, but I do thank you for coming. It means the world to them.
We started walking slowly through the facility as we conversed and caught up on what’s been happening in each others lives. I’ve always been attracted to Danielle, but never had the guts to actually ask her out. I slowly looked at her face as she blushed slightly while we walked out of the doors as she walked me to my car and said goodbye. She stood there as if waiting for me to say something or better yet, DO something but I couldn’t. It was if I was paralyzed and couldn’t move. I barely got out the words good bye and then quickly got into my car. I know that Danielle must be upset at me, but I just can’t get over the fact that we are doomed to fail.
PRESENT TIME
So tell me Chris, how are you feeling going into Picture Perfect this weekend. Does it bother you that you’re not on the main card?
I chuckle a bit as I take off my sunglasses to show my still slightly bloodshot eyes.
I’m feeling good. Whether or not I fight on the live pay-per-view is irrelevant to me. I am in the nCw right now for one purpose and one purpose only. To rid this company of pre-Madonna’s like the Ace. He represents a cancer that is infecting this entire business right now and I cannot stand it! I don’t know what’s going to happen on Sunday, but I do know this. I don’t care if I win or lose, as long as The Ace doesn’t score the fall I will consider this a great success for the entire nCw!
What about your other opponents; Steve Ramone and JackHammer?
Steve Ramone I have been in the ring with before and I wasn’t impressed. He didn’t really even seem to care about being there, so unless he gets his act together than I have nothing to worry about.
JackHammer, on the other hand, is a totally different story. He is a monster, plain and simple. The guy is seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds. He is impressive, but as I said earlier I am not worried about losing this match, as long as Ace doesn’t win.
I will do whatever I have to in order to rid you from this company Ace. I will take the loss, hell I will lay down for JackHammer or Ramone if it means making sure that you can no longer spread your infection to the rest of this company. I proved that I can beat you two weeks ago, and I proved that your vulnerable last week. You tried to mess with my career when you attacked me. You tried to injure me and take money out of my pocket, and food off of my table. What gives you the right to do that?
Ok, Chris; we’re just about out of time. Do you have any final thoughts?
I beat Ace…..I DO matter…..and on Sunday, you all better be prepared to suffer a memory lapse. Especially you Ace. Round two ends the same way as round one.
Fade to black.