Post by Roscoe Law on Sept 30, 2024 11:04:01 GMT -5
[Green Bay. Law Manor.]
(Roscoe sits in the library amongst his collection of books, VHS tapes and burned DVD’s of old wrestling matches. In the background, a cacophony of old and new tech is haphazardly wired into an amply-sized flatscreen for viewing. A beautiful mess.)
“THE TRIGGER” ROSCOE LAW: For a guy that’s seen just about everything in this business, it’s not easy to surprise me. And this final return to Hardkore World has been a revelation on multiple fronts. (shakes his head) I don’t get it. All this was going to be was a nostalgia run. A legends contract style reappearance for a short stretch and then… (outstretches his arms) …back to comfort and community. But somehow, this whole journey has evolved into a journey of self-discovery.
And it’s your fault.
You’re probably mentally pointing at one another wondering who I’m talking to. It’s every one of you. You fans, who’ve welcomed me back and cheered me on these past few months. Who I let into my home so you could listen to an old vet ramble on about god-knows-what. You’ve accepted me back when I didn’t think I mattered anymore. Thank you.
And then… there’s the group of guys that shouldn’t think I matter. But for whatever reason, Greg Jin says my name and I appear… and the locker room loses their collective shit. Here’s the thing - and I’ve said this multiple times - this run was never going to be anything more than a victory lap. But for some reason the boys wanted to make it something more… (points his finger with emphasis) …but with feeling. With a passionate disdain. Some of you took my coming back as a personal affront. Bobby Nowa - who got his revenge in 2008, I might add - saw me in the building and couldn’t control himself. Anthony Jordan… (airquotes) “wrestler-manager extraordinaire” and obvious Roscoe Law devotee’ gets a chip on his shoulder. There’s another guy who in the 2000s stayed in his lane and I in mine but now suddenly he wants to drop my name too.
And then there’s Syberus… (chuckles)...the guy I gave a chance for closure at War Games and turned it into dinner theater in San Francisco. And it was a Medieval Times-worthy speech, I give you that. But we all saw real anger sneaking out of that mess you spouted off and that shows lack of control. You have a poker face… and I taught you better than that. Not to mention that you wanted to larp a sword fight and wasted valuable time when you could have worked towards that elusive win against me. And it’s no wonder you didn’t… again.
Ever hear about “The Emperor’s New Clothes”? It’s a fable about a king getting fooled thinking he was wearing the best thing ever… but instead he was nekkid as a jaybird and no one close to him said anything because… well, because he was the king. That version of the story has someone pointing out that the king is half undressed and this version has me. I can hold up this… (holds up the barbed wire boat paddle)... and Syb goes nuts about losing the strap to Karnage a decade and a half ago. I show this… (points to the Hardkore Midwest belt on display)... and he’s reminded that I became "King of the North" at his expense. And now he couldn’t get the job done at San Francisco.
(Roscoe walks into the “grand hall” and straight behind the bar where he starts mixing a drink.)
Our history has proven that I’ve already won, Syberus. You’ve been exposed as a fraud… a bastard who has no right to the throne, if I were to speak in your terms. And this is no fable. I have bested you multiple times and by this point the student should have surpassed the teacher but yet, here we are.
And now you have exiled yourself to this “Land of Make Believe” where you can use your delusions to convince yourself that reality… your reality… isn’t real. How sad that you let your failures drive you to this. And how pathetic that you had to conjure up a novelty match to try to save any face you think you have left. (chuckles) So I’ll board Trolley and head to Hardkore Helloween to meet King Friday for a pillory match. I’ll play along, although no matter the outcome the damage to his legacy has already been done. But Syb… when I beat you in your world and become "King of the West" again, what then? I’ve already triggered you to the point of PTSD when all you had to do was accept that I’m the better man. I’m almost sad for you and what’s about to happen next.
Almost.
(Roscoe toasts the camera as it fades to black.)
(Roscoe sits in the library amongst his collection of books, VHS tapes and burned DVD’s of old wrestling matches. In the background, a cacophony of old and new tech is haphazardly wired into an amply-sized flatscreen for viewing. A beautiful mess.)
“THE TRIGGER” ROSCOE LAW: For a guy that’s seen just about everything in this business, it’s not easy to surprise me. And this final return to Hardkore World has been a revelation on multiple fronts. (shakes his head) I don’t get it. All this was going to be was a nostalgia run. A legends contract style reappearance for a short stretch and then… (outstretches his arms) …back to comfort and community. But somehow, this whole journey has evolved into a journey of self-discovery.
And it’s your fault.
You’re probably mentally pointing at one another wondering who I’m talking to. It’s every one of you. You fans, who’ve welcomed me back and cheered me on these past few months. Who I let into my home so you could listen to an old vet ramble on about god-knows-what. You’ve accepted me back when I didn’t think I mattered anymore. Thank you.
And then… there’s the group of guys that shouldn’t think I matter. But for whatever reason, Greg Jin says my name and I appear… and the locker room loses their collective shit. Here’s the thing - and I’ve said this multiple times - this run was never going to be anything more than a victory lap. But for some reason the boys wanted to make it something more… (points his finger with emphasis) …but with feeling. With a passionate disdain. Some of you took my coming back as a personal affront. Bobby Nowa - who got his revenge in 2008, I might add - saw me in the building and couldn’t control himself. Anthony Jordan… (airquotes) “wrestler-manager extraordinaire” and obvious Roscoe Law devotee’ gets a chip on his shoulder. There’s another guy who in the 2000s stayed in his lane and I in mine but now suddenly he wants to drop my name too.
And then there’s Syberus… (chuckles)...the guy I gave a chance for closure at War Games and turned it into dinner theater in San Francisco. And it was a Medieval Times-worthy speech, I give you that. But we all saw real anger sneaking out of that mess you spouted off and that shows lack of control. You have a poker face… and I taught you better than that. Not to mention that you wanted to larp a sword fight and wasted valuable time when you could have worked towards that elusive win against me. And it’s no wonder you didn’t… again.
Ever hear about “The Emperor’s New Clothes”? It’s a fable about a king getting fooled thinking he was wearing the best thing ever… but instead he was nekkid as a jaybird and no one close to him said anything because… well, because he was the king. That version of the story has someone pointing out that the king is half undressed and this version has me. I can hold up this… (holds up the barbed wire boat paddle)... and Syb goes nuts about losing the strap to Karnage a decade and a half ago. I show this… (points to the Hardkore Midwest belt on display)... and he’s reminded that I became "King of the North" at his expense. And now he couldn’t get the job done at San Francisco.
(Roscoe walks into the “grand hall” and straight behind the bar where he starts mixing a drink.)
Our history has proven that I’ve already won, Syberus. You’ve been exposed as a fraud… a bastard who has no right to the throne, if I were to speak in your terms. And this is no fable. I have bested you multiple times and by this point the student should have surpassed the teacher but yet, here we are.
And now you have exiled yourself to this “Land of Make Believe” where you can use your delusions to convince yourself that reality… your reality… isn’t real. How sad that you let your failures drive you to this. And how pathetic that you had to conjure up a novelty match to try to save any face you think you have left. (chuckles) So I’ll board Trolley and head to Hardkore Helloween to meet King Friday for a pillory match. I’ll play along, although no matter the outcome the damage to his legacy has already been done. But Syb… when I beat you in your world and become "King of the West" again, what then? I’ve already triggered you to the point of PTSD when all you had to do was accept that I’m the better man. I’m almost sad for you and what’s about to happen next.
Almost.
(Roscoe toasts the camera as it fades to black.)