Post by WTFWILL on May 2, 2008 2:35:12 GMT -5
Wake Up
BH Championship - Barbed Wire Cell RP #3
[/center]BH Championship - Barbed Wire Cell RP #3
The scene is simple. Tyler Shane. A dark room. An old desk. A single reading lamp. An ash tray. A pack of Marlboro Menthols. Throw them together in some sort of coherent fashion and you've got the picture.
TYLER SHANE
"I am sick of your shit, Chris Stone. Let's get something straight - this has always been about Bo and Tyler. Chris, you're just an afterthought. I'm a man who gets what he wants, and I wanted your title. I knew just how to motivate you to accept a challenge, and you fell for it; and in your rush to "outsmart" me, you bring Bo Slade into the match. Congratulations, Chris, you just played directly into my hand."
"I am sick of your shit, Chris Stone. Let's get something straight - this has always been about Bo and Tyler. Chris, you're just an afterthought. I'm a man who gets what he wants, and I wanted your title. I knew just how to motivate you to accept a challenge, and you fell for it; and in your rush to "outsmart" me, you bring Bo Slade into the match. Congratulations, Chris, you just played directly into my hand."
The camera moves in from its wide-lens angle to a tighter shot, catching every wisp of the smoke from Tyler's cigarette.
TYLER SHANE
"It was surprisingly easy to manipulate you. That title is your security blanket, Chris, just fucking admit it. Underneath, you're still a scared and insecure little kid. You start tossing shit around in interviews about how you "respect" me. We get booked in a match together. I get screwed. And that's when I hatched the plan. It wasn't even a month ago that I set the plans into motion, and look where I am now - I went from a battle with Bo that only meant a little to a battle with Bo that involves winning a title. In a few moments of quick thinking after a bullshit title match clusterfuck, I managed to secure a spot in the biggest Brutal Havok Title match in a long ass time. Shit! If I can make me a Champion with a few minutes of magic-working, there's no telling what I could do with six days..."
"It was surprisingly easy to manipulate you. That title is your security blanket, Chris, just fucking admit it. Underneath, you're still a scared and insecure little kid. You start tossing shit around in interviews about how you "respect" me. We get booked in a match together. I get screwed. And that's when I hatched the plan. It wasn't even a month ago that I set the plans into motion, and look where I am now - I went from a battle with Bo that only meant a little to a battle with Bo that involves winning a title. In a few moments of quick thinking after a bullshit title match clusterfuck, I managed to secure a spot in the biggest Brutal Havok Title match in a long ass time. Shit! If I can make me a Champion with a few minutes of magic-working, there's no telling what I could do with six days..."
Tyler chuckles at his own lame God joke. Hopefully that would offend Bo Slade in one way or another.
TYLER SHANE
"You fucked yourself over here, Chris. When I issued you the challenge, you should have just taken it. You shouldn't have involved Bo Slade. And you sure as hell shouldn't have made it a Cell match. But hey, whatever you say man, it's your funeral."
"You fucked yourself over here, Chris. When I issued you the challenge, you should have just taken it. You shouldn't have involved Bo Slade. And you sure as hell shouldn't have made it a Cell match. But hey, whatever you say man, it's your funeral."
Tyler executes the cigarette in the ash tray by slamming the butt into the glass. The slightest smoldering noise can be heard as the cigarette breathes its last. Tyler stares off into the middle distance for awhile as if having a moment of silence for his fallen comrade. A quick shake of the head brings him back to reality.
TYLER SHANE
"Regardless of how we got to this point, we're here now, aren't we? It's like dejá vu. A little over three weeks ago, I saw the same thing. Brutal Havok Title... Chris Stone and Tyler Shane and Bo Slade ripping at each other all week. But like every spell of dejá vu, it feels similar... but something is different. You know what I'm talking about, Chris. You can see it. You can feel it. You can taste it. You can hear it... you can hear the sound of your fifteen minutes of fame running out. Your time is up, boy. I know you probably had a fun time jerking off while you wore the title around your shoulder like burlesque showgirl wearing a feather boa, but I'm here to relieve you of that ridiculous waste of a title."
"Regardless of how we got to this point, we're here now, aren't we? It's like dejá vu. A little over three weeks ago, I saw the same thing. Brutal Havok Title... Chris Stone and Tyler Shane and Bo Slade ripping at each other all week. But like every spell of dejá vu, it feels similar... but something is different. You know what I'm talking about, Chris. You can see it. You can feel it. You can taste it. You can hear it... you can hear the sound of your fifteen minutes of fame running out. Your time is up, boy. I know you probably had a fun time jerking off while you wore the title around your shoulder like burlesque showgirl wearing a feather boa, but I'm here to relieve you of that ridiculous waste of a title."
Tyler's face grows into a slow smirk as he still stares down at the desk, talking to Chris Stone as honestly as he possibly can.
TYLER SHANE
"You know what's going to be gratifying for me, Stone? After I make the pin and leave the Cell with the Brutal Havok Title slung over the shoulder, it'll be the greatest sight in the world to see the look on your face. It will be the look of someone who is learning to be humble the hard way. You've yet to pay your dues, Chris. You can no longer keep up this charade with the Brutal Havok Title. For far too long you've flown under the radar, clinging onto your title. But the show split changed things. When you go from being the least respectable champion out of a list of six to the least respectable champion out of a list of three, you get noticed. You get people like me who see an opportunity to create their own legacy, and we jump at that chance. And still you stand tall while the world laughs behind your back. You're the Uwe Boll of sports entertainment."
"You know what's going to be gratifying for me, Stone? After I make the pin and leave the Cell with the Brutal Havok Title slung over the shoulder, it'll be the greatest sight in the world to see the look on your face. It will be the look of someone who is learning to be humble the hard way. You've yet to pay your dues, Chris. You can no longer keep up this charade with the Brutal Havok Title. For far too long you've flown under the radar, clinging onto your title. But the show split changed things. When you go from being the least respectable champion out of a list of six to the least respectable champion out of a list of three, you get noticed. You get people like me who see an opportunity to create their own legacy, and we jump at that chance. And still you stand tall while the world laughs behind your back. You're the Uwe Boll of sports entertainment."
A chill runs through Tyler's body, causing him to stutter. The mere thought of Chris Stone turning the Brutal Havok Title into something that's less respectable than "Alone in the Dark" made him almost sick.
TYLER SHANE
"I'll leave it at this, Christopher. Go buy a digital camera and take as many pictures as you can of you and your title together this weekend, because you won't have that opportunity after Sunday night. Actually, who knows, maybe I'll even let you pay me ten bucks to pose with it after I win it. Hell, I'll even let you look at it for free. I'll do that because I want you to be able to look at the high-gloss finish on my Brutal Havok Championship and see the reflection of your own former glory. And I want you to think about your "peak" as Champion, and I want you to compare it to where you will be then. Only after you've experienced that will you understand where I'm coming from with all this. Hindsight is 20/20. You'll see that I'm right about you being a shitty champion eventually. And I don't believe for a second you're actually delusional enough to think you're going to walk into a Cell with Tyler Shane and Bo Slade and walk out the winner."
"I'll leave it at this, Christopher. Go buy a digital camera and take as many pictures as you can of you and your title together this weekend, because you won't have that opportunity after Sunday night. Actually, who knows, maybe I'll even let you pay me ten bucks to pose with it after I win it. Hell, I'll even let you look at it for free. I'll do that because I want you to be able to look at the high-gloss finish on my Brutal Havok Championship and see the reflection of your own former glory. And I want you to think about your "peak" as Champion, and I want you to compare it to where you will be then. Only after you've experienced that will you understand where I'm coming from with all this. Hindsight is 20/20. You'll see that I'm right about you being a shitty champion eventually. And I don't believe for a second you're actually delusional enough to think you're going to walk into a Cell with Tyler Shane and Bo Slade and walk out the winner."
The sound of chair legs scraping against hardwood floors rattles the microphones as Tyler pushes himself back from the desk and stands up, now looking directly into the camera.
TYLER SHANE
"Wake up, kid. You're the rookie. And the rookies only win in the movies."
"Wake up, kid. You're the rookie. And the rookies only win in the movies."
The Mastermind reached forward and turned the desk light off, plummeting the room into total darkness for a few moments before the video feed fades to black completely.
