Post by klayton on Sept 8, 2011 19:41:22 GMT -5
We open with your typical old-style electric chair. There, sitting on the aged wood, is a clearly fake human skeleton. The bones of the skeleton are confined by the leather straps, and the skull is still locked into the headpiece. Quite frankly, the whole thing looks like one big, bad Halloween decoration.
Voice - It's just this easy, Neptune.
Into view now steps Klayton “The Machine” Gunn, who looks from the chair to the camera. With eyebrows cocked and a small smirk on his face, the UWA superstar is in a zone of complete confidence. He is wearing black trousers, a black Bullet For My Valentine t-shirt partly covered by the edges of an open leather grunge style jacket.
Klayton - You are as helpless as if I had you strapped down in one of these chairs. Your fate is completely out of your own hands, unless you simply choose to avoid the pay per view match. But I know right now that won't happen, because you're too stupid to take that road. It'd be the best thing for you, no matter what fines, suspensions, or even firing might come of it. But because of just how foolish you are, you'll charge down to that ring like the animal you seem to think you are. When that bell sounds, you'll see red and come at me without so much as a glimmer of thought. All instinct, all emotions... and all for nothing!
Now, I'm not here to tell you that I'm going to break your body, end your career, or even end your life. You will get up, probably under your own power, and return to the back after the match. You will still have a career when it's over. But despite that, you will still be trapped. All the things that confine you against me, Neptune, will still be with you in the weeks, months, and even years to come. You will not survive here in UWA while I am on the roster as you are.
Gunn gets up close to the chair now, touching the various parts of it as he continues.
Klayton - You're strapped in by your lame uneducated words. You're trapped by that half-dead blob you think is your brain. That head of yours is crushed from all sides by these lies you tell yourself, suffocating it so that no truth can get in. And when I flip the switch on you at Fall Brawl, Neptune, it will be all your sad, little perceptions that expire. The current that runs through your body this coming week will be the painful shock of a reality check.
You're a guy who looks about seventeen who talks like he's been in the game for many decades. You're a fluke who talks like he can hang with the big boys forever. And, like so many, you're a pissed off guy who seems to believe the hand he was dealt had to be worse than everyone else's. You seem to wallow in your memories, letting them grow in your own consciousness beyond the point of reason or reality. Whatever trials you have ever faced Neptune, are now going to be eclipsed by Klayton “The Machine” Gunn.
I know you simply won’t let it lay that you didn’t get the job done and I made you my b*tch and what that means is that you CAN'T overcome your past. If you pin that shit on your chest and put it out there for all to see... it will not be a sign of strength. It's the people who bear their burdens silently, without excuses our outcries that show their true mettle.
Stepping forward now, Klayton leaves his vivid metaphor behind for a moment and gets up close and personal with the camera. A very sincere, almost cold, mood now overtakes him.
Klayton - It is because I am of that sort, Neptune, that you are likely at some point to spout all your mistaken assumptions about me. I have money which I earned. I am not a child of privilege. There were no silver spoons, fancy colleges, or advanced wrestling training. Our childhoods probably weren’t too different. But when it comes to the end products, my friend... the contrast is beyond words!
I am everything you are NOT Neptune. I am talented. I am exceptional. I am the kind of guy who the fans take to whether I do good or bad things. My mere presence steals the spotlight. When the night is over, people leave the arena with my name on their lips. I don't dwell on my upbringing or my roots unlike yourself, because it doesn't play a role in my current life, and especially not in are upcoming match. In fact, nothing about me really matters. All I have to do is show up.
You're worthless, Neptune! You don't have the body or the mind to succeed against me. And while you may think that you're chock-full of heart... that's the grossest mistake you'll ever made. All that anger you carry around mainly directed at me with you is not heart. And before you retort with some worn-out cliché like "you don't know me," then let me make it clear... I DO know you! We may be in different worlds of ability, but the core that drives you is not so far off from what once drove me.
When I started in this game, I wasn't a big-headed and egotistical guy because, at the time, I WAS just a big, walking cuddly bear. I replaced my heart WITH ANGER. I replayed my love of game to a hate for the opponents. I stopped fighting for the sake of the people, and started fighting for the sake of the fight. I stepped outside of myself, maybe for the first time in my life, and became extremely motivated.
Klayton “The Machine” Gunn stops, then casts a glance behind him to the electric chair. When he looks back ahead, that confident smirk has returned.
Klayton - Something will die when we compete at Fall Brawl. That much is certain, and completely out of your hands. What it proves to be, though, IS something you can decide. In the wake of defeat, you can wallow some more in your misery and kill off whatever self-respect you have left. Or, you can let the upcoming beating serve as a lesson. You can free yourself of those ignorant perceptions and grow in to a human being.
You're stepping into the ring with a future UWA Universal Champion. Somewhere deep inside you, hidden in all the wreckage of your memories and jagged beliefs, is the knowledge that you can't win this match. But that means also there, mixed in with all the negative, is courage.
I may be flipping the kill switch on you, but part of you can still survive. Choose the right part, and you might have a future. Choose wrong... and this will only be first of many embarrassments.
With that, the scene fades out.
Voice - It's just this easy, Neptune.
Into view now steps Klayton “The Machine” Gunn, who looks from the chair to the camera. With eyebrows cocked and a small smirk on his face, the UWA superstar is in a zone of complete confidence. He is wearing black trousers, a black Bullet For My Valentine t-shirt partly covered by the edges of an open leather grunge style jacket.
Klayton - You are as helpless as if I had you strapped down in one of these chairs. Your fate is completely out of your own hands, unless you simply choose to avoid the pay per view match. But I know right now that won't happen, because you're too stupid to take that road. It'd be the best thing for you, no matter what fines, suspensions, or even firing might come of it. But because of just how foolish you are, you'll charge down to that ring like the animal you seem to think you are. When that bell sounds, you'll see red and come at me without so much as a glimmer of thought. All instinct, all emotions... and all for nothing!
Now, I'm not here to tell you that I'm going to break your body, end your career, or even end your life. You will get up, probably under your own power, and return to the back after the match. You will still have a career when it's over. But despite that, you will still be trapped. All the things that confine you against me, Neptune, will still be with you in the weeks, months, and even years to come. You will not survive here in UWA while I am on the roster as you are.
Gunn gets up close to the chair now, touching the various parts of it as he continues.
Klayton - You're strapped in by your lame uneducated words. You're trapped by that half-dead blob you think is your brain. That head of yours is crushed from all sides by these lies you tell yourself, suffocating it so that no truth can get in. And when I flip the switch on you at Fall Brawl, Neptune, it will be all your sad, little perceptions that expire. The current that runs through your body this coming week will be the painful shock of a reality check.
You're a guy who looks about seventeen who talks like he's been in the game for many decades. You're a fluke who talks like he can hang with the big boys forever. And, like so many, you're a pissed off guy who seems to believe the hand he was dealt had to be worse than everyone else's. You seem to wallow in your memories, letting them grow in your own consciousness beyond the point of reason or reality. Whatever trials you have ever faced Neptune, are now going to be eclipsed by Klayton “The Machine” Gunn.
I know you simply won’t let it lay that you didn’t get the job done and I made you my b*tch and what that means is that you CAN'T overcome your past. If you pin that shit on your chest and put it out there for all to see... it will not be a sign of strength. It's the people who bear their burdens silently, without excuses our outcries that show their true mettle.
Stepping forward now, Klayton leaves his vivid metaphor behind for a moment and gets up close and personal with the camera. A very sincere, almost cold, mood now overtakes him.
Klayton - It is because I am of that sort, Neptune, that you are likely at some point to spout all your mistaken assumptions about me. I have money which I earned. I am not a child of privilege. There were no silver spoons, fancy colleges, or advanced wrestling training. Our childhoods probably weren’t too different. But when it comes to the end products, my friend... the contrast is beyond words!
I am everything you are NOT Neptune. I am talented. I am exceptional. I am the kind of guy who the fans take to whether I do good or bad things. My mere presence steals the spotlight. When the night is over, people leave the arena with my name on their lips. I don't dwell on my upbringing or my roots unlike yourself, because it doesn't play a role in my current life, and especially not in are upcoming match. In fact, nothing about me really matters. All I have to do is show up.
You're worthless, Neptune! You don't have the body or the mind to succeed against me. And while you may think that you're chock-full of heart... that's the grossest mistake you'll ever made. All that anger you carry around mainly directed at me with you is not heart. And before you retort with some worn-out cliché like "you don't know me," then let me make it clear... I DO know you! We may be in different worlds of ability, but the core that drives you is not so far off from what once drove me.
When I started in this game, I wasn't a big-headed and egotistical guy because, at the time, I WAS just a big, walking cuddly bear. I replaced my heart WITH ANGER. I replayed my love of game to a hate for the opponents. I stopped fighting for the sake of the people, and started fighting for the sake of the fight. I stepped outside of myself, maybe for the first time in my life, and became extremely motivated.
Klayton “The Machine” Gunn stops, then casts a glance behind him to the electric chair. When he looks back ahead, that confident smirk has returned.
Klayton - Something will die when we compete at Fall Brawl. That much is certain, and completely out of your hands. What it proves to be, though, IS something you can decide. In the wake of defeat, you can wallow some more in your misery and kill off whatever self-respect you have left. Or, you can let the upcoming beating serve as a lesson. You can free yourself of those ignorant perceptions and grow in to a human being.
You're stepping into the ring with a future UWA Universal Champion. Somewhere deep inside you, hidden in all the wreckage of your memories and jagged beliefs, is the knowledge that you can't win this match. But that means also there, mixed in with all the negative, is courage.
I may be flipping the kill switch on you, but part of you can still survive. Choose the right part, and you might have a future. Choose wrong... and this will only be first of many embarrassments.
With that, the scene fades out.