Post by tibbs on Aug 25, 2005 13:01:50 GMT -5
[Fade In]
The scene opens to a large stretch of snow-covered land. The leveled, white expanse reaches far beyond what the camera can see, and the sun’s light is amplifies to the blinding point with the scene.
Far away, a black spot seems to ‘pop’ into existence. Like the maw of some horrible beast, the dot grows larger. We soon realize that this dot is a man, garbed in black attire, and walking towards us.
He is The Man...The power of the VWA.
“Snow blind,” he says pointedly, “It is that painful explosion in your retina’s when you walk out of darkness and into extremely bright light. More than just snatching the sight, it causes a terrible and confusing pain in the frontal lobe of the brain, leaving one completely defenseless against an assailant who stands… right before you.”
“Chad West, you pitiful dog, your accomplishments are many, outnumbering even my own. You've probably defended your titles and your reputations in multiple federations at the same time, while I was destroying competition in just one. All that I have never done, so without a doubt you are the superior name in this match of ours. With all that you have done, and all that I have not, the odds are certainly stacked in your favor.”
“At least, that’s what you believe.”
Enter the rare smile.
“Your own little world is one where every thing that you say is doted upon by all your followers. A world where groupies faun over your every desire and fans flock to get your autograph; sounds a little overblown.”
“Maybe you aren’t an icon. It is possible that even I can be wrong once or twice… maybe just once. You see, when I think of an icon, I don't think of you. An icon is Someone who possesses none of the qualities you truly possess. Perhaps I shall take more consideration as to whom I distribute the word to in the future.”
“You see, to say that you have not addressed the people after winning the North American Title is shameful to my ears, for you see, I would have done so myself. Yes indeed, my self-deflated friend, I would have stood in the ring with all my opponents laid out, and addressed them all. If I was in that match who do you think would have won? I'm sure you don’t need to guess for long, it would have been me.”
“That’s what surprises me about you West,” Bill looks genuinely perplexed, “I have always thought rather highly of you, yet you have somehow undercut yourself. You show a strong fight in the beginning, yet you can’t seem to follow through at the end. It’s almost like you ‘choke’ during the big one. You showed great promise at Summer Sizzler, I was honestly excited for your victory, but I did something you did not. I didn't give my all.”
“Sounds like a motivational speech conference, doesn’t it? I assure you, that was not my intention. I knew that you were not as ‘into’ the match as you could have been, however, neither I nor our fans are to be duped. Do you honestly expect anyone to believe that you really earned that title? What sort of fools do you take us for? Take me for?”
The Man actually seems a bit flustered by the asinine excuse given by his mentally bankrupt opponent.
“Your career was no sham; you are a great competitor, arguable one of the best. You are a one-man show who has conquered many adversaries and made a great show of it. You have a fabulous reputation, you are worth every bit of coin that is spent on you, and few forget the humiliating beating that you deliver unto them, sending careers hurling back to midcard levels.”
“Chad,” Tibbs beckons the camera closer, “you make a joke of everything, but you are yourself no joke. Anyone, including myself, who does not take you seriously, is doomed to suffer an embarrassing defeat. Hell, your last opponents still can’t believe that you defeated them. You have climbed to the top of this profession, but now that you're there, you are not alone.”
“For I am right here waiting for you.”
“Snow-blind Chad, you were snow-blind. You stepped out of your little world, coming to this little fed to seek accolades. To add another notch on your belt of accomplishments.”
“It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for you Chad. You never expected to meet one such as me. You just happened along at a time when a certain young talent was coming out of the woodworks to his rise to superstardom. How could you have known that such a thing could happen? What were the chances? By rights, I never should have been here. Really, not even being in the wrestling circuit for a year, how could I be anything more than a nuisance to one of your level? It baffles the mind, but out you came nonetheless, and you stepped outside into the light of a world that you were ill prepared for…”
“… my world.”
“So now the stage is set, and the situation is similar. You’ve just won a minor victory in beating a couple of people that I could have beaten long ago and in numerous different circumstances, and you think you have conquered the mountain by winning the North American Title. Unfortunately, you have failed to see that one man has already staked his claim at this peak. Unprepared, you step out into a different environment, and your vision is snatched away, leaving you helpless at my will. You struggle, you know who you are… you’re a winner… right?”
“So am I West, and being a winner in your world doesn’t make you a winner in mine. The Man’s watchful eye is on you now. Take notice, for to walk blindly forward is a suicide contract. I don’t have to kill you for you to die Chad, for fools rush to their own death every day.”
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to White]
The scene opens to a large stretch of snow-covered land. The leveled, white expanse reaches far beyond what the camera can see, and the sun’s light is amplifies to the blinding point with the scene.
Far away, a black spot seems to ‘pop’ into existence. Like the maw of some horrible beast, the dot grows larger. We soon realize that this dot is a man, garbed in black attire, and walking towards us.
He is The Man...The power of the VWA.
“Snow blind,” he says pointedly, “It is that painful explosion in your retina’s when you walk out of darkness and into extremely bright light. More than just snatching the sight, it causes a terrible and confusing pain in the frontal lobe of the brain, leaving one completely defenseless against an assailant who stands… right before you.”
“Chad West, you pitiful dog, your accomplishments are many, outnumbering even my own. You've probably defended your titles and your reputations in multiple federations at the same time, while I was destroying competition in just one. All that I have never done, so without a doubt you are the superior name in this match of ours. With all that you have done, and all that I have not, the odds are certainly stacked in your favor.”
“At least, that’s what you believe.”
Enter the rare smile.
“Your own little world is one where every thing that you say is doted upon by all your followers. A world where groupies faun over your every desire and fans flock to get your autograph; sounds a little overblown.”
“Maybe you aren’t an icon. It is possible that even I can be wrong once or twice… maybe just once. You see, when I think of an icon, I don't think of you. An icon is Someone who possesses none of the qualities you truly possess. Perhaps I shall take more consideration as to whom I distribute the word to in the future.”
“You see, to say that you have not addressed the people after winning the North American Title is shameful to my ears, for you see, I would have done so myself. Yes indeed, my self-deflated friend, I would have stood in the ring with all my opponents laid out, and addressed them all. If I was in that match who do you think would have won? I'm sure you don’t need to guess for long, it would have been me.”
“That’s what surprises me about you West,” Bill looks genuinely perplexed, “I have always thought rather highly of you, yet you have somehow undercut yourself. You show a strong fight in the beginning, yet you can’t seem to follow through at the end. It’s almost like you ‘choke’ during the big one. You showed great promise at Summer Sizzler, I was honestly excited for your victory, but I did something you did not. I didn't give my all.”
“Sounds like a motivational speech conference, doesn’t it? I assure you, that was not my intention. I knew that you were not as ‘into’ the match as you could have been, however, neither I nor our fans are to be duped. Do you honestly expect anyone to believe that you really earned that title? What sort of fools do you take us for? Take me for?”
The Man actually seems a bit flustered by the asinine excuse given by his mentally bankrupt opponent.
“Your career was no sham; you are a great competitor, arguable one of the best. You are a one-man show who has conquered many adversaries and made a great show of it. You have a fabulous reputation, you are worth every bit of coin that is spent on you, and few forget the humiliating beating that you deliver unto them, sending careers hurling back to midcard levels.”
“Chad,” Tibbs beckons the camera closer, “you make a joke of everything, but you are yourself no joke. Anyone, including myself, who does not take you seriously, is doomed to suffer an embarrassing defeat. Hell, your last opponents still can’t believe that you defeated them. You have climbed to the top of this profession, but now that you're there, you are not alone.”
“For I am right here waiting for you.”
“Snow-blind Chad, you were snow-blind. You stepped out of your little world, coming to this little fed to seek accolades. To add another notch on your belt of accomplishments.”
“It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for you Chad. You never expected to meet one such as me. You just happened along at a time when a certain young talent was coming out of the woodworks to his rise to superstardom. How could you have known that such a thing could happen? What were the chances? By rights, I never should have been here. Really, not even being in the wrestling circuit for a year, how could I be anything more than a nuisance to one of your level? It baffles the mind, but out you came nonetheless, and you stepped outside into the light of a world that you were ill prepared for…”
“… my world.”
“So now the stage is set, and the situation is similar. You’ve just won a minor victory in beating a couple of people that I could have beaten long ago and in numerous different circumstances, and you think you have conquered the mountain by winning the North American Title. Unfortunately, you have failed to see that one man has already staked his claim at this peak. Unprepared, you step out into a different environment, and your vision is snatched away, leaving you helpless at my will. You struggle, you know who you are… you’re a winner… right?”
“So am I West, and being a winner in your world doesn’t make you a winner in mine. The Man’s watchful eye is on you now. Take notice, for to walk blindly forward is a suicide contract. I don’t have to kill you for you to die Chad, for fools rush to their own death every day.”
“Will you be ready?”
[Fade to White]
