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The Savior Of Reality
Topic Started: Sep 17 2010, 04:02 AM (78 Views)
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9/11/10 Shawn Waters’ Grandmother’s Hospital Room

(It has been a couple of days since what happened at Overdrive. I have no shame. I have no remorse. I don’t really care about anyone but myself anymore. The room is empty except for Grandma Waters who is laying in bed sleeping with an oxygen mask over her face. I stand there in front of her bed wearing a white wife beater and a pair of long baggy jeans.)

“Things didn’t have to go this way…”

(I say looking at her. I sit down and pull out a piece of paper and start writing with my pen. I figure that I should at least leave her a little present. As I write I say everything out loud.)

“Dear Grandma Waters… I am sorry for what happened to you. However your grandson is the one to be blamed. He is the one who has been spoon fed a world title shot that he clearly doesn’t deserve. To see such a travesty happen I couldn’t control myself. I had to do something. I don’t do what I do to hurt people. I do what I do to benefit the company. I am a man on a mission to rid the CZW of fake identities, and bull shit like what happened with Shawn Waters. Am I controversial? Perhaps I am. But you know what? I am a man who does whatever the fuck it takes to get my way. And if it means having to put an old lady in a hospital with perhaps a life threatening heart illness? Then I will fucking do it!”

(I continue to another paragraph as I continue writing.)

“All you had to do was admit that I am better than Shawn Waters. It was that simple and none of this would have happened. In fact I would’ve invited you out for a drink after the show if you did. But like I say it’s not my fault for what happened to you. Do you honestly think Waters really deserved to be in that match? What has he been doing? All he did in the last 6 months was sit on his fat ass and get harassed by the stooge commentators we have in this federation. How does that warrant a title shot? What you need to understand is that the CZW is corrupted and I am the man who is out to reveal it to the world. People refuse to accept the fact that I am real. I am not a fake made up person like Waters. I proved to Waters that I am not fake. I don’t need expensive furniture, a red velvet carpet, or an overpriced flat screen to get my point across. All I need is me, myself, and I.”

(The words come flowing through my hand like it’s a broken faucet. I look at her frail face and smile knowing she has no clue that I am even in the room.)

“Waters is too insecure to admit that he is fake. The fancy silk shirts, the tight leather pants, his overly arrogant attitude… don’t make me want to puke. Is this who your grandson really is? Is he really a man that parades around as a cheap rock star knock off? I am willing to bet that Shawn Waters doesn’t even know a damn thing about music. He can bathe himself in Rockstar energy drink all he wants, but regardless he isn’t real. I know the truth hurts but your son is another victim of a marketing department of people who cater to the scum of the earth. I too was a victim but I became brave enough to brake free from the tyranic grasp they had on my soul. Please… Let me help. I want to break your grandson free. Maybe if he quits parading around in women’s makeup he can be someone you can be proud of.”


(I nod my head smiling as I continue writing. I feel like a savior, a man people should be looking up to. A man people should be paying attention to.)

“But this problem dates back farther. It goes back to your son. It goes back to how fake your son obviously was and that is what he gave your grandson. However it’s not too late. You still have time to change everything. I am your savior of reality… I am Kimo Newton… Peace be with you…”

(And with those last words written down I set the letter on Grandma Waters’ chest. I hope… No I pray that she reads it word for word. I want the words to soak in. I want her to realize what type of person Shawn Waters really is. After taking one last look at her I turn and walk out of the room shutting the lights off. I only spoke the truth… Or in this case wrote it down…)

9/15/10 Kimo Newton’s Basement

(The scene opens on a set where I am sitting at a desk dressed in a nice suit and tie. Behind me is my chalk board set up ready for me to preach about my thoughts. I smile looking into the camera as I stand up.)

“CZW nation we have a serious problem. You people at home are being brainwashed. You are liking the wrong people! See the CZW has a department of people who give out gimmicks to every pro wrestler in the circuit. However they have 2 types of gimmicks.”

(I write down two words on the chalk board, Baby face and Heel)

“See they have these gimmicks set up to do one of two things. Either to make you fans at home like the person they are producing. Or to hate his guts. Now usually for a face they use a highly marketable gimmick. Take someone like El Pablo. They slapped him in a child’s cartoon costume and is an instant hit amongst all children in the audience. Or we have Mortius… A guy who is supposed to be the prince of darkness. Am I the only one calling his bluff? Maybe I need to elaborate some more…”

(I say as I start listing off numbers 1-5 before turning back to the camera.)

“Let us pick apart the latest Shawn Water’s Promo shall we. He decided to list off 5 reasons why he is better than me. Reason 1 is respect…”

(I write the word down as I say it.)

“So he thinks he is better than me because he respects everyone he faces? Well in this world we have a term called nice guys finish last! Him respecting every opponent he’s faced only proves that he is soft and a weak person.”

(I say as I cross the word out and write the word Confidence down next to it.)

“Confidence! This is what I have. I know I can beat anyone. I know I can take over this federation. And I know I will be the world champion. It’s often mistaken for disrespect. But in my case it’s the truth!”

(I proceed to write the word Seniority next to number 2.)

“So his second reason is basically his seniority… He claims that just because he has been around the block a time or two that he is better than me. Well I have a reality check to give him. If logic like that worked in this world then Mike Tyson would still be a champion boxer and Jon Jones wouldn’t have defeated Vladimir Matyushenko in the UFC. So what does seniority prove? It only proves that you have been beaten down more and that you are slower. Me? I am young, fresh, and focused.”

(I cross that word out and write the word youth down next to it.)

“Youth is what I bring to the table. I am a realistic breath of fresh air to the CZW. I am what is going to save this company. I am bringing reality back to television! Now let’s move on to reason 3.”

(I write down the word common next to number 3. I turn back and sigh at the camera.)

“So he is better than me because the marketing department has shoved him down everyone’s throats for the last couple of years? I don’t think so! If anything the fans only know him through the fact they are sick and tired of hearing his name. And the fact that he decided to park himself behind the commentary desk doesn’t help. How can they not know the guy? The fans don’t like him. They just know him.”

(I cross that word out and write down the word REALISM next to it.)

“It’s simple really. I am real and Waters is fake. He used a marketing scheme to get his name out there. Me? I tried playing the department’s little game. Look what it did to me. They decided to humiliate me for months on national television. That wasn’t who I was. I didn’t want people to know the name Kimo Newton in that light. I want them to know Kimo Newton as REAL.”

(I turn to the board and write down the word Loyalty next to the number 4.)

“So basically because he is willing to jump through any hoop the company sets in front of him he is better than me. Excuse me for what I am about to say nation but that is just plain pussy! How is he better than me because of that huh? I played the game! It got me nowhere! And now that I told everyone to go fuck themselves I am now better than ever!”

(I cross that word out and write down Self Respect next to it.)

“I have self respect. I am not about to lay down and just be the departments little toy to play with. Waters is too weak minded and has such low self respect that he just needs people to love him.”

(And last but not least I write down the word Fair next to the number 5.)

“So just because he isn’t violent, doesn’t use dirty tactics, and plays in the CZW like a little school girl he is better than me. CZW nation is that what you watch the show for? I don’t think so! See I do whatever it takes to win and to get my point across! If people don’t like me for it am I losing any sleep? I don’t think so! See what people like Shawn Waters don’t realize is that a punch in the mouth is a lot more effective than a whole lot of words…”

(I cross those words out and write down the word Opportunistic down next to it.)

“I take advantage of opportunities. If my opponent has his back turned I’ll hit him in the head with a base ball bat. I don’t care! If it gets my point across then it works!”


(I flip the chalk board over to see a picture of Krimson Blaze crying over his stolen boots. I smile at the camera adjusting my tie )

“You see CZW nation this week I am facing these fake men… Waters listed his reasons why he’s better than me and I listed mine. I will let you decide nation. I will let you intelligent people let these words soak in. I am Kimo Newton. I have been assigned to bring The CZW back to reality… I am your savior of reality… Peace be with you…”

(And with those words said the scene slowly fades to black.)

This was a REAL Kimo Newton Production. All proceeds and benefits go to Kimo Newton himself!
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