Post by voodoo on Nov 29, 2005 14:33:02 GMT -5
The lights are dim in a squared off room. There is a chair sitting in the middle of the room. In the far corner where there is no light shining we can hear water dripping. Out of the darkness walks Valor superstar, Voodoo. He walks up to the light hanging over the chair and grabs a hold of the hot light bulb. He throws it and it swings dangling from a wire that is holding it from the ceiling. Voodoo takes a seat and begins to speak as the light is swaying overhead.
Voodoo: Why is it always me? Why am I the only mistreated superstar in this whole damn business? Why am I the one that always has to go up against the powerhouses of the business? Why am I the one that always has to go up against the newbie’s of this federation? Why wasn’t I fighting Immune for the NA Championship instead of ZMaster? Where is my status here in Valor? I am at the very bottom of the food chain. The owners don’t look at me as a competitor. They look at me as a piece of meat they can hold up in front of monster’s faces. They sit back and watch as I get destroyed night after night by the biggest men in the business. Imagine this, when I was placed on a team with a monster, Immune, we walked out the winners. Whom, does this mean if I have a fair shot at winning I will do so? Yes, it does, that is exactly what I have been trying to put into the minds of our disloyal owners here in Valor.
Voodoo leans up a little bit and places his butt off the chair. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black leather wallet. He opens it up and lets the pictures dangle from his wallet. Showing the camera his pictures while he keeps speaking.
Voodoo: Something a lot of you people don’t realize is I have feelings as well. I have a family I need to support and put food on the table for. I am a human and I think and feel like one. The only difference between most of the public in the world is, I don’t wear my thoughts and feelings laying out where everyone can see them. I hold my anger deep inside, I hide my thoughts lying within my mind dieing to be let out, and I leave my feelings inside my soul, where no one can reach them. Why do I do this you might ask? I really don’t have an answer for that question, all I know is that is what and how I am.
Voodoo takes his pictures and places them back into his wallet. He lifts his butt off the chair again and places the wallet back into his pocket. The light is still swaying softly back and forth over Voodoo’s head. He continues to speak.
Voodoo: Now I am going to stop complaining and focus on my upcoming match with another powerhouse known as The Warrior. Imagine this, another rookie, for their debut match that is placed up against yours truly, Voodoo. Now this is my time to shine. This could finally be the night that the cruiserweight pulls off an upset against a powerhouse. This could be the night that all the fans are standing on their feet gawking as I walk out the winner and ruin The Warrior’s dream of winning his debut match in Valor. This is my night to prove to the fans, the owners of this federation, and all the rest of the world that Voodoo is no push-over and deserves to be treated a lot better within these walls known as Valor.
Voodoo reaches up where the dangling light is about to stop swaying back and forth. Right before grabbing the burning bulb Voodoo stops and walks over to the corner and pulls out a wooden baseball bat. Voodoo pulls the chair out from the middle of the room and lines up and swings the bat as hard as he can and shatters the light bulb. Looking into the darkness we can’t see anything but we hear Voodoo speaking again.
Voodoo: Warrior, this light bulb represents something. It represents your dreams here in Valor of being nominated into the hall of fame. No matter how I must do it, weapon or with my own two hands, I will shatter your dreams, just like I shattered this bulb. Now I leave it up to you to pick up the pieces.
We hear footsteps but still can’t see anyone. We hear a doorknob turning and a door opening letting a ray of light into the room. Voodoo walks through the door and closes it behind him. We fade to commercial looking at nothing but sure darkness.
Voodoo: Why is it always me? Why am I the only mistreated superstar in this whole damn business? Why am I the one that always has to go up against the powerhouses of the business? Why am I the one that always has to go up against the newbie’s of this federation? Why wasn’t I fighting Immune for the NA Championship instead of ZMaster? Where is my status here in Valor? I am at the very bottom of the food chain. The owners don’t look at me as a competitor. They look at me as a piece of meat they can hold up in front of monster’s faces. They sit back and watch as I get destroyed night after night by the biggest men in the business. Imagine this, when I was placed on a team with a monster, Immune, we walked out the winners. Whom, does this mean if I have a fair shot at winning I will do so? Yes, it does, that is exactly what I have been trying to put into the minds of our disloyal owners here in Valor.
Voodoo leans up a little bit and places his butt off the chair. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black leather wallet. He opens it up and lets the pictures dangle from his wallet. Showing the camera his pictures while he keeps speaking.
Voodoo: Something a lot of you people don’t realize is I have feelings as well. I have a family I need to support and put food on the table for. I am a human and I think and feel like one. The only difference between most of the public in the world is, I don’t wear my thoughts and feelings laying out where everyone can see them. I hold my anger deep inside, I hide my thoughts lying within my mind dieing to be let out, and I leave my feelings inside my soul, where no one can reach them. Why do I do this you might ask? I really don’t have an answer for that question, all I know is that is what and how I am.
Voodoo takes his pictures and places them back into his wallet. He lifts his butt off the chair again and places the wallet back into his pocket. The light is still swaying softly back and forth over Voodoo’s head. He continues to speak.
Voodoo: Now I am going to stop complaining and focus on my upcoming match with another powerhouse known as The Warrior. Imagine this, another rookie, for their debut match that is placed up against yours truly, Voodoo. Now this is my time to shine. This could finally be the night that the cruiserweight pulls off an upset against a powerhouse. This could be the night that all the fans are standing on their feet gawking as I walk out the winner and ruin The Warrior’s dream of winning his debut match in Valor. This is my night to prove to the fans, the owners of this federation, and all the rest of the world that Voodoo is no push-over and deserves to be treated a lot better within these walls known as Valor.
Voodoo reaches up where the dangling light is about to stop swaying back and forth. Right before grabbing the burning bulb Voodoo stops and walks over to the corner and pulls out a wooden baseball bat. Voodoo pulls the chair out from the middle of the room and lines up and swings the bat as hard as he can and shatters the light bulb. Looking into the darkness we can’t see anything but we hear Voodoo speaking again.
Voodoo: Warrior, this light bulb represents something. It represents your dreams here in Valor of being nominated into the hall of fame. No matter how I must do it, weapon or with my own two hands, I will shatter your dreams, just like I shattered this bulb. Now I leave it up to you to pick up the pieces.
We hear footsteps but still can’t see anyone. We hear a doorknob turning and a door opening letting a ray of light into the room. Voodoo walks through the door and closes it behind him. We fade to commercial looking at nothing but sure darkness.
