Post by havok360 on Sept 30, 2005 16:11:39 GMT -5
We find ourselves standing in about an one acre yard and right in the center we find a beaten up and broken down piece of shit trailer. We step one step closer towards the trailer and a dog comes running up at us ferociously snarling and foaming from the mouth, but we happen to realize the dog is chained up to the dog house and isn’t able to reach us. We gently step through a couple splotches of grass, because most of it is dead. We then walk up to the one step that leads into the trailer itself. We reach our hand up to knock on the door and right before we make contact with the door, the door slams open and out a running comes Havok and right behind him is his grandmother with a skillet and a briefcase. His grandmother is swinging the skillet profusely at his head as Havok ducks and covers himself and is able to dodge the strike. He then grabs the skillet away from his grandmother and tries to talk to her and calm her down.
Havok: Grandmother, stop it, calm down, you are going to hurt yourself, or even worse you are going to hurt me before my first match in the VWA.
Grandmother: Psh…I don’t care if I hurt you before you debut at some nobody federation, but I do have to admit I am glad you joined it because now you are going to finally be out of my hair and out on your own in the real world to see how vicious it is actually going to be. I just wish you would grow up and stop wrestling with men on steroids that like to wear tights. Why couldn’t you be like your father and be a mechanic or you could have even been like your mother and been a doctor, but no, you had to follow your own dream and join something you have no chance succeeding in.
Havok: Whoa grandmother, do you even understand half of what you are saying? Do you even realize the pain and agony people put their bodies through just to entertain the fans? Do you even care about what I want?
Grandmother: No I don’t care about your little gay dreams, I think it is time to grow up and stop acting like a child and get a real job that you could succeed in. Maybe you could be a waiter at a local restaurant, or maybe you could join your uncle in running your dad’s garage and keep the manly figure in our family name.
Havok: Grandmother, now that I truly know how you feel and what you believe I should do, I have to tell you something.
Havok then walks softly over towards his grandmother and grabs his briefcase out of her hand and then puts his arms around her and gives her a hug. He then reaches his head up towards her ear and whispers in her ear.
Havok: Goodbye.
Havok then releases the hug and then takes his briefcase and begins walking down the street. His grandmother begins crying as he is walking away. He then turns and waves to her a final goodbye and then begins walking down the street, as he is walking he begins talking.
Havok: Try to throw me out of my own home, psh, whatever, I will leave. If I am not wanted by the people that are most important to me then they never have to see me again. I found a new home anyways, with a family that cares for me and that family is the locker-room of the VWA. Now don’t get me wrong there are a bunch of punks in that family that feel they should be the one competing to be the man of the house, but the fact of the matter is, right now there is no one at home that is able to defeat dad for that prize. You see I just joined this family so right now I am the penny beggar, the one that listens to everything dad has to say. I don’t back talk and I don’t disobey, but as time moves on, I will make my way up to be able to get face to face and I will be the one to take dad down and rule the household of the VWA. As of right now though, dad isn’t giving me too much shit, it is my older brothers, Shane Quickenbosh and Will Dinero. They think they have the right to push me down and talk a bunch of shit about how I need to get my emotional problems fixed before I am able to even step into the home. They feel I don’t have what it takes to last within this dog pin. They think I am going to embarrass the family’s name, just like my grandmother feels; well I am going to prove my older brothers, Quickenbosh and Dinero, and my Grandmother, and everyone that has ever put me down, wrong.
Havok then walks under a streetlight that isn’t on considering the fact it is still daylight. He then sits down on the bus stop bench and then picks up a newspaper and begins reading the sport’s page. He then begins to chuckle as he begins speaking again.
Havok: Ha, imagine that, they have an add for the VWA in the newspaper and can any of you imagine who they have as the starring attractions? Is it Tibbs? No! Is it Pryme? No! Is it Havok? Of course not, they only star the biggest names in the business, such as Immune and Creeper’s championship match, and Quickenbosh and Dinero. Do you see anything on here about Shane O’Riley and me? Nope! Well come this Sunday all of that is going to change. I don’t know about Shane but I do know that after we walk out this Sunday as the victors of our match, I am going to split from him and move onto my own path. I am not going to sink to the bottom like half of the roster here in Valor. No I am sick of seeing the same names over and over as the spotlight attraction. I am going to make my way to the top of the roster and I will be noticed from everyone in the world. I will shoot straight to the top and meet dad one on one and finally take what I have wanted since I was a child and that is respect from my fellow family members and of course the title that shines above dad’s head.
Havok then notices the bus heading down the street and Havok comes to his feet and grabs his briefcase and stands on the corner patiently. He then looks at us and begins talking as he awaits the bus to stop.
Havok: Come this Sunday everything is going to change, no more talking bad about younger brother within the family. No more being hated on from other family members outside of the VWA. No more being wished to be more like someone else. I am my own man and I will make a name for myself, and all this happens at Slam. Quickenbosh and Dinero is going to feel my pain, that I have felt my entire life. They are going to feel all the anger I have built up within my scrawny body. They are going to see just what happens to you if the dog happens to come off of his leash. Come Sunday, I wont care if it is a tag match, all I care about anymore is myself and proving myself to the family and especially dad. Quickenbosh and Dinero, you keep running your mouths about how I am not ready and how you are ashamed and hurt that you have to go up against a nobody family member, well that will all change when this nobody brother slaps both of you in the face with reality. You aren’t the big dogs within the family and I truly never see you two becoming dad of this family. So this Sunday I am going to push both of you out of my face and throw you off my back as I climb the ladder to the big man in the family dad and prove to him I am worthy of being part of this family.
Havok then notices the bus pulling up behind him and he turns around and heads up the small set of stairs and pays his money to the bus driver and takes a seat in the very back of the bus. He then rips out a piece of paper and writes something down on it and then posts it up on the window for all of us to read and it says “Sunday, my Judgement Day. The bus then takes off into the hot streets of Anderson, Indiana, and we wait to see what happens on Sunday, between Quickenbosh and Dinero vs. Shane O’Riley and Havok. We then turn around and begin walking down the street and cut to commercial.
Havok: Grandmother, stop it, calm down, you are going to hurt yourself, or even worse you are going to hurt me before my first match in the VWA.
Grandmother: Psh…I don’t care if I hurt you before you debut at some nobody federation, but I do have to admit I am glad you joined it because now you are going to finally be out of my hair and out on your own in the real world to see how vicious it is actually going to be. I just wish you would grow up and stop wrestling with men on steroids that like to wear tights. Why couldn’t you be like your father and be a mechanic or you could have even been like your mother and been a doctor, but no, you had to follow your own dream and join something you have no chance succeeding in.
Havok: Whoa grandmother, do you even understand half of what you are saying? Do you even realize the pain and agony people put their bodies through just to entertain the fans? Do you even care about what I want?
Grandmother: No I don’t care about your little gay dreams, I think it is time to grow up and stop acting like a child and get a real job that you could succeed in. Maybe you could be a waiter at a local restaurant, or maybe you could join your uncle in running your dad’s garage and keep the manly figure in our family name.
Havok: Grandmother, now that I truly know how you feel and what you believe I should do, I have to tell you something.
Havok then walks softly over towards his grandmother and grabs his briefcase out of her hand and then puts his arms around her and gives her a hug. He then reaches his head up towards her ear and whispers in her ear.
Havok: Goodbye.
Havok then releases the hug and then takes his briefcase and begins walking down the street. His grandmother begins crying as he is walking away. He then turns and waves to her a final goodbye and then begins walking down the street, as he is walking he begins talking.
Havok: Try to throw me out of my own home, psh, whatever, I will leave. If I am not wanted by the people that are most important to me then they never have to see me again. I found a new home anyways, with a family that cares for me and that family is the locker-room of the VWA. Now don’t get me wrong there are a bunch of punks in that family that feel they should be the one competing to be the man of the house, but the fact of the matter is, right now there is no one at home that is able to defeat dad for that prize. You see I just joined this family so right now I am the penny beggar, the one that listens to everything dad has to say. I don’t back talk and I don’t disobey, but as time moves on, I will make my way up to be able to get face to face and I will be the one to take dad down and rule the household of the VWA. As of right now though, dad isn’t giving me too much shit, it is my older brothers, Shane Quickenbosh and Will Dinero. They think they have the right to push me down and talk a bunch of shit about how I need to get my emotional problems fixed before I am able to even step into the home. They feel I don’t have what it takes to last within this dog pin. They think I am going to embarrass the family’s name, just like my grandmother feels; well I am going to prove my older brothers, Quickenbosh and Dinero, and my Grandmother, and everyone that has ever put me down, wrong.
Havok then walks under a streetlight that isn’t on considering the fact it is still daylight. He then sits down on the bus stop bench and then picks up a newspaper and begins reading the sport’s page. He then begins to chuckle as he begins speaking again.
Havok: Ha, imagine that, they have an add for the VWA in the newspaper and can any of you imagine who they have as the starring attractions? Is it Tibbs? No! Is it Pryme? No! Is it Havok? Of course not, they only star the biggest names in the business, such as Immune and Creeper’s championship match, and Quickenbosh and Dinero. Do you see anything on here about Shane O’Riley and me? Nope! Well come this Sunday all of that is going to change. I don’t know about Shane but I do know that after we walk out this Sunday as the victors of our match, I am going to split from him and move onto my own path. I am not going to sink to the bottom like half of the roster here in Valor. No I am sick of seeing the same names over and over as the spotlight attraction. I am going to make my way to the top of the roster and I will be noticed from everyone in the world. I will shoot straight to the top and meet dad one on one and finally take what I have wanted since I was a child and that is respect from my fellow family members and of course the title that shines above dad’s head.
Havok then notices the bus heading down the street and Havok comes to his feet and grabs his briefcase and stands on the corner patiently. He then looks at us and begins talking as he awaits the bus to stop.
Havok: Come this Sunday everything is going to change, no more talking bad about younger brother within the family. No more being hated on from other family members outside of the VWA. No more being wished to be more like someone else. I am my own man and I will make a name for myself, and all this happens at Slam. Quickenbosh and Dinero is going to feel my pain, that I have felt my entire life. They are going to feel all the anger I have built up within my scrawny body. They are going to see just what happens to you if the dog happens to come off of his leash. Come Sunday, I wont care if it is a tag match, all I care about anymore is myself and proving myself to the family and especially dad. Quickenbosh and Dinero, you keep running your mouths about how I am not ready and how you are ashamed and hurt that you have to go up against a nobody family member, well that will all change when this nobody brother slaps both of you in the face with reality. You aren’t the big dogs within the family and I truly never see you two becoming dad of this family. So this Sunday I am going to push both of you out of my face and throw you off my back as I climb the ladder to the big man in the family dad and prove to him I am worthy of being part of this family.
Havok then notices the bus pulling up behind him and he turns around and heads up the small set of stairs and pays his money to the bus driver and takes a seat in the very back of the bus. He then rips out a piece of paper and writes something down on it and then posts it up on the window for all of us to read and it says “Sunday, my Judgement Day. The bus then takes off into the hot streets of Anderson, Indiana, and we wait to see what happens on Sunday, between Quickenbosh and Dinero vs. Shane O’Riley and Havok. We then turn around and begin walking down the street and cut to commercial.
