Post by rayne "the hardcore legend" on Feb 15, 2006 20:17:48 GMT -5
The choices that each individual make each minute of every day are exhilarating. You never know what is coming up until that time is right. They are created to get stuck deep inside the minds of each individual and make them see life as it truly is. Life can be sugar coated with lots of nice surprises, yet other moments of life make you feel like you have hit rock bottom. Happiness is not handed to you on a silver platter. You the owner of your body and soul make life what you see fit for yourself. No one has the ability to stop you from what you want to become, as long as your heart keeps beating strong. We laugh now about the good times, but what happens when the laughter turns into tears, and our so called happy life, turns into one big nightmare?
The camera comes into focus looking through the glass door of a tattoo parlor. You look inside and see a man laying belly down on the table as the tattoo artist is hand crafting a masterpiece of art permanently on the man’s skin. The man laying on the table has already been through sittings for other tattoos in the past. He has tattoos all over the torso of his body. The man is laying there motionless as the tattoo artist is driving ink permanently in his skin with many needles at once. The artist reaches down at his table beside him and dips the needle in some ink and turns back to the man and continues on the tattoo. The cameraman pushes the door open and makes his way over to the table the man is laying on. The cameraman places a stand up and places the camera on the stand having it face the man directly into his face. The man has his eyes closed and is humming a song. On the man’s face is white transparent face paint. The man has long black braided hair and has black pants on. Hanging on the chair beside him is a black tank top neatly placed on the upper part of the chair. The man opens his right eye followed by the left eye. The right side of his face is placed on his forearms as his arms are crossed. Blaring in his ear on a nearby stereo is the song Choices from Mudvayne. The man reaches over to the radio and grabs the knob located on the top of the stereo and turns down the volume. He pulls his arm back in under his face and crosses his arms once again. He murmurs something.
Man: “…..”
Unable to hear what the man is saying, we continue to watch wondering what he said. The man opens his mouth again and says the same thing.
Man: “…..”
Once again unable to hear what the man says. He looks up at us in discus, noticing we are unable to hear him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wallet. He opens up the wallet and pulls out a picture of Jesus helping the people of the nation. He opens his mouth again, this time speaking in a louder tongue.
Man: “This is what I wanted to become. I wanted to be the good guy, I wanted to help the nation, to be the man everyone respected, the one that everyone enjoyed as company, the one that had no fears. I felt I had to look like this, to worship the ground this man walked on, read every book ever written about him, just to get praised. Well look at me now, I am laying here on this bed letting this man engrave photos of the devil and demons on my body. I am myself and yet, I am getting everything I always wanted.”
“I wanted to be the good guy- well I am among my own kind. From the individuals that actually know how it feels to be going through the pain and suffering I have endured over my lapse of life. The ones that know how it feels to be an outcast, to be spit on from those who think they are better, to have a life without a true family. I call these my people, I call these my followers, I call them Raynions.”
The tattoo continues over his rib cage so he must stand up for the remainder of the tattoo. He makes his way to his feet and raises his right arm in the air as the tattoo artist continues on his work. The man continues speaking.
Man: “I wanted to help the nation. Well I am doing that by showing kids and adults that it is okay to be yourself, rather than wasting every Sunday in church listening to some random man, talking about stuff, he has no clue on himself. I am succeeding by giving back the nation it’s Sundays. The true day of the week, the day of sin.”
“I wanted to be the one everyone respected, well I am respected from my own kind. Why would I let someone judge me for being me, when 90% of Americans are hypocrits anyways? How are you going to tell me to live my life, when most of their own lives aren’t even in order. Drinking and partying on Saturdays just to go and ask for forgiveness on Sundays, what a bunch of F***ing hypocrits.”
The tattoo artist motions for a break, so the man can rest his arm for a while. The tattoo outline is done, now he has to lay back down on the table to continue on the tattoo by adding in color. The man lays on the table once again and continues to speak as the artist is continuing on the tattoo himself.
Man: “I wanted to be the man everyone wanted to hang out with. The man everyone invited to their parties, to have a couple drinks and talk about memories past. Well I am sort of like that now. I am invited to everyone’s parties, among my followers, but we don’t just have a couple of drinks, we get hammered. We don’t talk about memories past, we talk about women and more women. We have a rave as some call it, and I am the light of the party, because I am the first one drunk and the one that makes everyone laugh. I am the clown among the Raynions as you will.”
“I also wanted to be the man with no fears. I wanted to be the man that could walk into a gun fight with only a pocket knife. I wanted to be the man that would laugh in the face of death. I wanted to be the one that was afraid of no man. Well I am that, why? Because I am Rayne, the hardcore legend, the unstoppable force. I am the man that is going to single handedly brutalize any man that steps in my way of true greatness. This is my life and I welcome you to it.”
The tattoo artist turns off the machine after finishing the coloring of the tattoo. Rayne jumps off the table and walks over to the mirror hanging on the wall. He raises his arm to a tattoo that symbolizes the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. The tattoo artist places a huge bandage over the tattoo and Rayne pays the man for a well done tattoo. Rayne walks back over to the table and sits on it and continues talking into the camera.
Rayne: “Choices. Every individual confronts them daily. Let them be good choices or bad choices, daily choices are made. I made the choice to join Valor, I made the choice to symbolize on my body the title I one day hope to capture, I made the choice to introduce myself in this fashion. All these are choices, good or bad, once again they are all choices. Why did I choose Valor, why the World Heavyweight Championship, why cut a promo in a tattoo parlor?”
“I chose Valor, because I feel at this time, Valor holds the most talent in this business today. What is the point going to other federations around the world and capture championship gold without any competition. I like to walk into a federation and believe I am untouchable until I am slapped in the face from reality, once I am given my first loss. Sure I am confident and why shouldn’t I be? I am a very talented wrestler, hell I wasn’t given the alias Hardcore Legend for nothing. I was given it, because it is true and it symbolizes everything I have done for companies around the world. Laying my body on the line, for my Raynions. My sweat, tears, and blood, to create suspense in the minds of the Raynions. Do I compete to impress the fans? F*** no, I compete for one reason and one reason only, to impress the Raynions.”
“ I am shooting on capturing the World Heavyweight Championship in the near future. Why? Why ask? It is the dream of every individual that steps foot into a professional wrestling ring. When you are the World Heavyweight Champion, you are at the top of the pedestal, you are the big dog, you protect your yard, you are simply the best in the business, and before long it will be me capturing all of that with one simple win over the World Heavyweight Champion.”
“Why cut a promo in a tattoo parlor? I decided this would be the best place to give my debut speech within Valor, why? Because I feel I am truly expressing my true self to the Raynions, if I have a shooting in my fondest childhood place. I got my point across and got to show off my new tattoo. I feel everyone of the Raynions would truly understand why I shot this taping here, and to the fans of Valor, leaving them in complete darkness onto why? I see I did just that.”
Rayne sits there and rubs his nose before reaching over and grabs a plastic bottle full of water. He takes a swig and places the lid back on it and seals it tightly before placing it back on the table. He rubs his eyes, smearing the paint, for a minute and looks back up at the camera and continues to speak.
Rayne: “I was considered so lucky to be placed in a match against Tha CBT, in my debut match at Shotglass Saturday Night. We are talking about a man that lives on his past, from past federations, and claims to captured, sometime during his career, many different titles. Well all I see in him, is a man, that has done squat while being in a true federation. A man that isn’t able to compete with the big boys, honestly I don’t see why he is still around, but I would love to embarrass him again, as I demolish him in front of all his fans, in my debut match. By this I will use him as a sign to all the wrestlers in the back, that I am for real and I am here to stay. I am here to compete among true individuals that make choices daily, not from some place that is scripted and everything is handed to them. Here is where the real deal happens, and I am here to prove I for one can succeed in a world of true competitors, rather than the silver plated wrestlers like Tha CBT.”
Rayne jumps off the table and waves to the tattoo artist and leaves the building. The camera is still focused in on the table where the tattooing took place. Until the cameraman picks it up off the stand and closes the stand. The cameraman, places the stand in a black gym bag and the camera fades to black as the cameraman closes off the power to the camera.
The camera comes into focus looking through the glass door of a tattoo parlor. You look inside and see a man laying belly down on the table as the tattoo artist is hand crafting a masterpiece of art permanently on the man’s skin. The man laying on the table has already been through sittings for other tattoos in the past. He has tattoos all over the torso of his body. The man is laying there motionless as the tattoo artist is driving ink permanently in his skin with many needles at once. The artist reaches down at his table beside him and dips the needle in some ink and turns back to the man and continues on the tattoo. The cameraman pushes the door open and makes his way over to the table the man is laying on. The cameraman places a stand up and places the camera on the stand having it face the man directly into his face. The man has his eyes closed and is humming a song. On the man’s face is white transparent face paint. The man has long black braided hair and has black pants on. Hanging on the chair beside him is a black tank top neatly placed on the upper part of the chair. The man opens his right eye followed by the left eye. The right side of his face is placed on his forearms as his arms are crossed. Blaring in his ear on a nearby stereo is the song Choices from Mudvayne. The man reaches over to the radio and grabs the knob located on the top of the stereo and turns down the volume. He pulls his arm back in under his face and crosses his arms once again. He murmurs something.
Man: “…..”
Unable to hear what the man is saying, we continue to watch wondering what he said. The man opens his mouth again and says the same thing.
Man: “…..”
Once again unable to hear what the man says. He looks up at us in discus, noticing we are unable to hear him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wallet. He opens up the wallet and pulls out a picture of Jesus helping the people of the nation. He opens his mouth again, this time speaking in a louder tongue.
Man: “This is what I wanted to become. I wanted to be the good guy, I wanted to help the nation, to be the man everyone respected, the one that everyone enjoyed as company, the one that had no fears. I felt I had to look like this, to worship the ground this man walked on, read every book ever written about him, just to get praised. Well look at me now, I am laying here on this bed letting this man engrave photos of the devil and demons on my body. I am myself and yet, I am getting everything I always wanted.”
“I wanted to be the good guy- well I am among my own kind. From the individuals that actually know how it feels to be going through the pain and suffering I have endured over my lapse of life. The ones that know how it feels to be an outcast, to be spit on from those who think they are better, to have a life without a true family. I call these my people, I call these my followers, I call them Raynions.”
The tattoo continues over his rib cage so he must stand up for the remainder of the tattoo. He makes his way to his feet and raises his right arm in the air as the tattoo artist continues on his work. The man continues speaking.
Man: “I wanted to help the nation. Well I am doing that by showing kids and adults that it is okay to be yourself, rather than wasting every Sunday in church listening to some random man, talking about stuff, he has no clue on himself. I am succeeding by giving back the nation it’s Sundays. The true day of the week, the day of sin.”
“I wanted to be the one everyone respected, well I am respected from my own kind. Why would I let someone judge me for being me, when 90% of Americans are hypocrits anyways? How are you going to tell me to live my life, when most of their own lives aren’t even in order. Drinking and partying on Saturdays just to go and ask for forgiveness on Sundays, what a bunch of F***ing hypocrits.”
The tattoo artist motions for a break, so the man can rest his arm for a while. The tattoo outline is done, now he has to lay back down on the table to continue on the tattoo by adding in color. The man lays on the table once again and continues to speak as the artist is continuing on the tattoo himself.
Man: “I wanted to be the man everyone wanted to hang out with. The man everyone invited to their parties, to have a couple drinks and talk about memories past. Well I am sort of like that now. I am invited to everyone’s parties, among my followers, but we don’t just have a couple of drinks, we get hammered. We don’t talk about memories past, we talk about women and more women. We have a rave as some call it, and I am the light of the party, because I am the first one drunk and the one that makes everyone laugh. I am the clown among the Raynions as you will.”
“I also wanted to be the man with no fears. I wanted to be the man that could walk into a gun fight with only a pocket knife. I wanted to be the man that would laugh in the face of death. I wanted to be the one that was afraid of no man. Well I am that, why? Because I am Rayne, the hardcore legend, the unstoppable force. I am the man that is going to single handedly brutalize any man that steps in my way of true greatness. This is my life and I welcome you to it.”
The tattoo artist turns off the machine after finishing the coloring of the tattoo. Rayne jumps off the table and walks over to the mirror hanging on the wall. He raises his arm to a tattoo that symbolizes the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. The tattoo artist places a huge bandage over the tattoo and Rayne pays the man for a well done tattoo. Rayne walks back over to the table and sits on it and continues talking into the camera.
Rayne: “Choices. Every individual confronts them daily. Let them be good choices or bad choices, daily choices are made. I made the choice to join Valor, I made the choice to symbolize on my body the title I one day hope to capture, I made the choice to introduce myself in this fashion. All these are choices, good or bad, once again they are all choices. Why did I choose Valor, why the World Heavyweight Championship, why cut a promo in a tattoo parlor?”
“I chose Valor, because I feel at this time, Valor holds the most talent in this business today. What is the point going to other federations around the world and capture championship gold without any competition. I like to walk into a federation and believe I am untouchable until I am slapped in the face from reality, once I am given my first loss. Sure I am confident and why shouldn’t I be? I am a very talented wrestler, hell I wasn’t given the alias Hardcore Legend for nothing. I was given it, because it is true and it symbolizes everything I have done for companies around the world. Laying my body on the line, for my Raynions. My sweat, tears, and blood, to create suspense in the minds of the Raynions. Do I compete to impress the fans? F*** no, I compete for one reason and one reason only, to impress the Raynions.”
“ I am shooting on capturing the World Heavyweight Championship in the near future. Why? Why ask? It is the dream of every individual that steps foot into a professional wrestling ring. When you are the World Heavyweight Champion, you are at the top of the pedestal, you are the big dog, you protect your yard, you are simply the best in the business, and before long it will be me capturing all of that with one simple win over the World Heavyweight Champion.”
“Why cut a promo in a tattoo parlor? I decided this would be the best place to give my debut speech within Valor, why? Because I feel I am truly expressing my true self to the Raynions, if I have a shooting in my fondest childhood place. I got my point across and got to show off my new tattoo. I feel everyone of the Raynions would truly understand why I shot this taping here, and to the fans of Valor, leaving them in complete darkness onto why? I see I did just that.”
Rayne sits there and rubs his nose before reaching over and grabs a plastic bottle full of water. He takes a swig and places the lid back on it and seals it tightly before placing it back on the table. He rubs his eyes, smearing the paint, for a minute and looks back up at the camera and continues to speak.
Rayne: “I was considered so lucky to be placed in a match against Tha CBT, in my debut match at Shotglass Saturday Night. We are talking about a man that lives on his past, from past federations, and claims to captured, sometime during his career, many different titles. Well all I see in him, is a man, that has done squat while being in a true federation. A man that isn’t able to compete with the big boys, honestly I don’t see why he is still around, but I would love to embarrass him again, as I demolish him in front of all his fans, in my debut match. By this I will use him as a sign to all the wrestlers in the back, that I am for real and I am here to stay. I am here to compete among true individuals that make choices daily, not from some place that is scripted and everything is handed to them. Here is where the real deal happens, and I am here to prove I for one can succeed in a world of true competitors, rather than the silver plated wrestlers like Tha CBT.”
Rayne jumps off the table and waves to the tattoo artist and leaves the building. The camera is still focused in on the table where the tattooing took place. Until the cameraman picks it up off the stand and closes the stand. The cameraman, places the stand in a black gym bag and the camera fades to black as the cameraman closes off the power to the camera.
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