Post by brock on Jan 30, 2014 23:55:34 GMT -5
"Sometimes in life we encounter what the world likes to call 'set backs.' A minor delay on your appointed task. They say that life isn't how many times you fail, or succeed, but how you act when you do. I personally think that's the biggest load of horse shit I've ever heard. Every failure is an opportunity to get pissed, and use it to bust someone else in the face. Am I mad I lost? Fucking Eh. That juiced up moron might as well be the 'Forrest Gump' of The OCW, and he managed to pull one over on me. Still, Ill give him credit. He can take an ass whooping."
*The room opens up, away from our previous head shot. We find ourselves in Johnny's surprisingly lavish apartment. It seems odd that a person of his profession would be in a place this big, and equipped. Flat screen tvs on the wall, a Whole Home Remote Control System runs everything from the tv, the lights, all the way down to the curtains. He is dressed however, in less than suiting apparel. Leather Jacket, rocker tee, and ripped jeans adorned the wrestler in question, completely contradicting his domicile.*
"But that was last week. This week brings a whole new world of opportunities in this beer soaked, Herpes infested 'arena' I call home. That's how this business usually works. Fight a moron, take your beating, and hope you win. Lather, rinse, repeat. We don't get time to feel sad about our losses. Life can kick your ass. "
*The shot follows Johnny from room to room, never moving too close, or too far. The setting is taken in, but our focus remains with Johnny.*
"But to be honest, that's part of the ride. Some of the best matches I've ever been in were ones I lost, and ended up in the hospital. Its all about the reaction. Like this one time:"
*Johnny stops at the island/bar in the kitchen. He leans his elbows on the counter, and talks with his hands throughout.*
" I was in this ladder match. I was getting my ASS handed to me ALL MATCH. You know, one of those 'I i really shouldn't mouth off to a World Champion who has a buck fifty in pure muscle on me' kind of guys? Well we ended up on the stage. We had one of those 2 story entrances, you know? The owner spent all his cash on it. So I'm toast. I see the fans looking on at another predictable ending. At that moment, I decided,.. not tonight. I ducked a punch, and landed a beautiful Drop Toe Hold, and planted this guy on the concrete. Without missing a beat, I scaled that scaffolding, and soared."
* His eyes light up as his hands hover in mid air. You can tell by the look on his face that he was right back there, that very night.*
" On my way down, I saw the shock on the fans face. I heard the gasp as I slammed on my opponent. They exploded. 'Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!' you know? At the top of their lungs. Of course I broke 3 ribs, and lost 5 minutes later, but that moment... Ill never forget it."
*He grabs a beer from the fridge, and returns to the living room, clearly feeling out of place in this apartment.*
" It's all about that moment. Getting the best out of yourself, and hopefully fucking up the guy your facing. Cause that's fun too. Roach was last week. This week its Razor. Another guy I know NOTHING about. So ill do what I do. Run, swim, lift. Ill be ready. I hope he sees this. Be ready, you fucking moron. I'm coming to beat some ass."
*The camera fades as Johnny's phone rings. We catch the very beginning of his conversation as we fade out.*
" Hello? Dad, I told you I don't want you to spend your money on me. I don't CARE about the family name."
*The room opens up, away from our previous head shot. We find ourselves in Johnny's surprisingly lavish apartment. It seems odd that a person of his profession would be in a place this big, and equipped. Flat screen tvs on the wall, a Whole Home Remote Control System runs everything from the tv, the lights, all the way down to the curtains. He is dressed however, in less than suiting apparel. Leather Jacket, rocker tee, and ripped jeans adorned the wrestler in question, completely contradicting his domicile.*
"But that was last week. This week brings a whole new world of opportunities in this beer soaked, Herpes infested 'arena' I call home. That's how this business usually works. Fight a moron, take your beating, and hope you win. Lather, rinse, repeat. We don't get time to feel sad about our losses. Life can kick your ass. "
*The shot follows Johnny from room to room, never moving too close, or too far. The setting is taken in, but our focus remains with Johnny.*
"But to be honest, that's part of the ride. Some of the best matches I've ever been in were ones I lost, and ended up in the hospital. Its all about the reaction. Like this one time:"
*Johnny stops at the island/bar in the kitchen. He leans his elbows on the counter, and talks with his hands throughout.*
" I was in this ladder match. I was getting my ASS handed to me ALL MATCH. You know, one of those 'I i really shouldn't mouth off to a World Champion who has a buck fifty in pure muscle on me' kind of guys? Well we ended up on the stage. We had one of those 2 story entrances, you know? The owner spent all his cash on it. So I'm toast. I see the fans looking on at another predictable ending. At that moment, I decided,.. not tonight. I ducked a punch, and landed a beautiful Drop Toe Hold, and planted this guy on the concrete. Without missing a beat, I scaled that scaffolding, and soared."
* His eyes light up as his hands hover in mid air. You can tell by the look on his face that he was right back there, that very night.*
" On my way down, I saw the shock on the fans face. I heard the gasp as I slammed on my opponent. They exploded. 'Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!' you know? At the top of their lungs. Of course I broke 3 ribs, and lost 5 minutes later, but that moment... Ill never forget it."
*He grabs a beer from the fridge, and returns to the living room, clearly feeling out of place in this apartment.*
" It's all about that moment. Getting the best out of yourself, and hopefully fucking up the guy your facing. Cause that's fun too. Roach was last week. This week its Razor. Another guy I know NOTHING about. So ill do what I do. Run, swim, lift. Ill be ready. I hope he sees this. Be ready, you fucking moron. I'm coming to beat some ass."
*The camera fades as Johnny's phone rings. We catch the very beginning of his conversation as we fade out.*
" Hello? Dad, I told you I don't want you to spend your money on me. I don't CARE about the family name."
