Post by The Ubertaker on Aug 4, 2017 6:43:19 GMT -5
Everyone likes to laugh at me. Everyone always has. My mother… My father…. Okay, I lied about my father. I never knew him. But my mother did before she was savagely murdered.
Ow!
--Michael Roth sits in his bedroom. His Aunt April just hit him in the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper.--
Don’t you have anything better to do? Don’t you have homework?
I told you Aunt April! I’m not in school anymore. I graduated.
No college?
College? I don’t have time for college. I...
--He pauses. She wouldn’t understand.--
I’m meant for something bigger. You wouldn’t understand.
You’re right. I don’t. Now get dressed and get going. You’ll be late for work. And for the last time, you dumb little shit, your mother wasn’t murdered!
--Roth stands up, puffing his chest.--
I don’t believe the lies they spoon fed us! She wouldn’t just leave us to chase some guy!
God you’re fuckin’ retarded.
--Aunt April walks out of the room, shaking her head. Roth slams the door behind her.--
She doesn’t get it… She doesn’t know who I am… What I’ve become…
--He walks to his bedroom window. He stares out dramatically, despite the fact that all you see is a wall of the next apartment building.--
I’ve become something more. I fight for something MORE.
--Roth slowly walks towards his closet.--
I have been rejected by everyone. Online Championship Wrestling has recently rejected my application to fight on the roster… Their roster that wreaks of immorality and hedonism. It’s disgraceful! But I’ll do my part. I’ll fight for the good, wholesome people of this country… Or maybe just the city… Fine, the neighborhood.
--Roth opens his closet. There hangs the wardrobe of his alter-ego: The Uber Man.--
Dictionary.com defines “Uber” as “designating a person or thing that exceeds the norms or limits of its kind or class.” I can’t tell you what Webster’s says… I don’t own a physical dictionary… But the fact remains… I exceed the norms and limits of my kind. My class.
--Roth takes the costume in his hand, holding it to his chest.--
Peter Vaughn isn’t uber. He is… sub-uber. He’s nuber… That means normal and not uber. He’s just some stupid janitor. And no, I’m not a janitor! I am an Assistant Head Custodian! I have class! I’m not trash!
--Roth raises the costume to his face, breathing it in.--
When Vaughn and I meet in the middle of that colosseum… In the middle of that warzone in Emilio’s backyard… He’s going to learn what Uber means. He’s going to feel my power. My strength. He’ll feel my full force inside him. Deep inside him.
--Roth takes the mask off the wardrobe and slides it over his face.--
I am the Uber Man. You will feel my power inside you.
--His bedroom door opens. Aunt April looks at him.--
Aunt April! You’ve seen my true identity!
Shut the fuck up and take off your pajamas! You're late for work!
