Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 21:34:34 GMT -5
-The shot opens with an over the shoulder view of a man sitting in a chair, focusing on an old CRT television. The quality of the video on screen would certainly be dated. Sometimes the familiar tracking of the VHS player would appear on screen. What could be made out is the match at Night of Gambits, John Doe Vs. Ai Moe. When Doe delivers that "Determined Fate," the man in the chair raises his hand and clicks the remote, pausing it just as the leg is about to crash down.
The man then sets the remote down on the armrest and leans over the opposite arm searching for something. He seems to grab a mask and then puts it on, adjusting it appropriately. He would rise and look at the camera with a tilted head, revealing he had just put on a "Fierce Deity's Mask" replica, complete with hair and hood. He then suddenly relaxes and begins to speak.-
"Ms. Moe. I'm sorry. I experienced first hand that your drive is more than a paycheck, but unfortunately for you, my will surpassed yours. Your time in this business will come, but I don't think you're ready quite yet. You won't go that slightly extra mile to get it done. That's something you'll learn either this time, or another down the road.
But I was impressed, make no mistake. That match will leave an impact on me and it's because you came so close to putting me away. But it also taught me the difference in experience that just can't be taught. While you used your rage to put us both away, I focused mine. Used it to gain the upper hand. A skill that only comes with doing this for as many years as I have.
If I were you Ms. Moe, I would start learning by studying the upcoming match for the Dark Horse World Championship, set to be on the line at Supremacy. In case the viewers at home forgot, yours truly will be battling another misguided soul in the form of the "Sicilian Stallion" Mr. Caruso."
-John moves over to the side of the room and leans his hands on a windowsill, looking out. The yellowed light bathes the dark room and Doe as well. He sighs audibly and turns back to the camera. -
"Mr. Caruso, you're a different case than Ms. Moe. You've been in the wrestling trenches, the martial arts, since your were barely able to read. Not only that you've got a natural talent that afford you opportunities most will only dream of. I'm sure you've had your fair share of failures, but are they on the same level as the guys squatting near the dumpsters behind your restaurant? The ones who wish someone sent back a plate of food so they can eat something?
I'm sure you visit the local shelter once a week, throw into the salvation army santa's pot, kiss sick babies at the hospital, but I'm almost positive you never felt what it was like to go a day without a meal. You're the opposite side of the coin from Ms. Moe. You have all the skill, but none of the heart!"
-John starts walking along the room, passing a few famous posters that feature big names from various wrestling events. He stops at one and points to it.-
"Can you honestly say you went through what guys like Testimony of Truth also known as Armageddon did?"
-John steps forward to the next one, camera taking care to show off this poster. -
"Guys like Hunter Storms?"
-John again takes another step but takes a second to reflect on this one. He puts a hand to his mouth and uses his other arm to point and shake. He turns to the camera after.-
"Or even the legendary man, myth, and legend T-J-H?
Come Supremacy, in front of millions of viewers I'm going to show you what it's like to be in the ring with someone who's every bit your equal on the mat, but like I showed to Ms. Moe there's something a whole lot deeper. The level of drive that separates true Champions from those that only see it as a trophy. And when I hoist that belt up in front of the crowd I hope it's a reminder that your only at the start of your journey to the top of wrestling mountain."
-John leans his head back and hoists up an imaginary belt and stays in this pose for a few seconds.-
"But like every person I meet in the ring, I'm going to study you. I'm going to see what you surround yourself with. Take in the sights and sounds you are the most familiar. You see, I'm not in my room Mr. Caruso."
-John snaps his head back and then kicks at the nearby wall with the posters. Suddenly the wall plops down and shatters the glass of the window. John steps out and beckons the camera man to follow. He stops at the edge of what seems to be the floor, a building clearly across the way. John points down and the camera man comes over and records what he's pointing to. It's a busy street in the middle of a city. The shot comes back to Doe, who has already walked closer to the shot.-
"Do you recognize it Mr. Caruso? I'm here...In Hell's Kitchen. I'm sure you may come to look for me, but without this mask I'm just like anyone else. I'll be just another person strolling through like it's an ordinary day. But I'll be there none the less, and you can be certain I'll be taking notes."
The man then sets the remote down on the armrest and leans over the opposite arm searching for something. He seems to grab a mask and then puts it on, adjusting it appropriately. He would rise and look at the camera with a tilted head, revealing he had just put on a "Fierce Deity's Mask" replica, complete with hair and hood. He then suddenly relaxes and begins to speak.-
"Ms. Moe. I'm sorry. I experienced first hand that your drive is more than a paycheck, but unfortunately for you, my will surpassed yours. Your time in this business will come, but I don't think you're ready quite yet. You won't go that slightly extra mile to get it done. That's something you'll learn either this time, or another down the road.
But I was impressed, make no mistake. That match will leave an impact on me and it's because you came so close to putting me away. But it also taught me the difference in experience that just can't be taught. While you used your rage to put us both away, I focused mine. Used it to gain the upper hand. A skill that only comes with doing this for as many years as I have.
If I were you Ms. Moe, I would start learning by studying the upcoming match for the Dark Horse World Championship, set to be on the line at Supremacy. In case the viewers at home forgot, yours truly will be battling another misguided soul in the form of the "Sicilian Stallion" Mr. Caruso."
-John moves over to the side of the room and leans his hands on a windowsill, looking out. The yellowed light bathes the dark room and Doe as well. He sighs audibly and turns back to the camera. -
"Mr. Caruso, you're a different case than Ms. Moe. You've been in the wrestling trenches, the martial arts, since your were barely able to read. Not only that you've got a natural talent that afford you opportunities most will only dream of. I'm sure you've had your fair share of failures, but are they on the same level as the guys squatting near the dumpsters behind your restaurant? The ones who wish someone sent back a plate of food so they can eat something?
I'm sure you visit the local shelter once a week, throw into the salvation army santa's pot, kiss sick babies at the hospital, but I'm almost positive you never felt what it was like to go a day without a meal. You're the opposite side of the coin from Ms. Moe. You have all the skill, but none of the heart!"
-John starts walking along the room, passing a few famous posters that feature big names from various wrestling events. He stops at one and points to it.-
"Can you honestly say you went through what guys like Testimony of Truth also known as Armageddon did?"
-John steps forward to the next one, camera taking care to show off this poster. -
"Guys like Hunter Storms?"
-John again takes another step but takes a second to reflect on this one. He puts a hand to his mouth and uses his other arm to point and shake. He turns to the camera after.-
"Or even the legendary man, myth, and legend T-J-H?
Come Supremacy, in front of millions of viewers I'm going to show you what it's like to be in the ring with someone who's every bit your equal on the mat, but like I showed to Ms. Moe there's something a whole lot deeper. The level of drive that separates true Champions from those that only see it as a trophy. And when I hoist that belt up in front of the crowd I hope it's a reminder that your only at the start of your journey to the top of wrestling mountain."
-John leans his head back and hoists up an imaginary belt and stays in this pose for a few seconds.-
"But like every person I meet in the ring, I'm going to study you. I'm going to see what you surround yourself with. Take in the sights and sounds you are the most familiar. You see, I'm not in my room Mr. Caruso."
-John snaps his head back and then kicks at the nearby wall with the posters. Suddenly the wall plops down and shatters the glass of the window. John steps out and beckons the camera man to follow. He stops at the edge of what seems to be the floor, a building clearly across the way. John points down and the camera man comes over and records what he's pointing to. It's a busy street in the middle of a city. The shot comes back to Doe, who has already walked closer to the shot.-
"Do you recognize it Mr. Caruso? I'm here...In Hell's Kitchen. I'm sure you may come to look for me, but without this mask I'm just like anyone else. I'll be just another person strolling through like it's an ordinary day. But I'll be there none the less, and you can be certain I'll be taking notes."