| Forgive and Forget; w/Ray Willmott vs Lunatikk Crippler & ??? | |
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| NOTHING | May 15 2016, 03:03 PM Post #1 |
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The Purveyor of HATE
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[We fade in from darkness to see some familiar shapes and shadows cast from those shapes. The building we are in is dark but not pitch black; there is enough light to see that, in the middle of this building, sits a wrestling ring. The ropes are sagging and a couple of the corner posts are tilted inward, but it still stands in one piece though frail it may be. The camera is being operated from the floor a decent distance away from the ring. Discerning one shape from another we can see that the silhouette of a person is sitting in a chair in the center of the ring. He sits motionless with his features obscured by the darkness surrounding him. The camera begins to truck toward the ring slowly. After a few seconds of movement, we hear a familiar voice - we are again in the presence of "The Harbinger of HATE" NOTHING.] Some of us truly do have a hard time letting go of the past. I've tried my best to shed the past life I lived in order to make a new one right before your very eyes. I've stood in the ring face to face and toe to toe with monsters, Warriors, and legends. I've tried to do the right thing each week here in the EWA. I've tried to walk the straight and narrow and do things on my own with nobody looking out for me and nobody by my side. Unfortunately, each and every week someone else finds a new and refreshing way to stick their nose into my business. Each and every week, a little piece of the new NOTHING falls away and reveals a piece of the NOTHING of old. A man who held so much contempt for those around him who couldn't, or wouldn't, see things his way. [NOTHING reaches his right hand into the air as if motioning to something standing above him] It's as though a statue was forged in my honor all those years ago. Carved from stone and perfected by an artist capturing my perfect likeness - in all of my glory, anger, frustration... and yes - even HATE. [NOTHING drops his hand back into his lap.] But as the years went on, the artist saw a change in who I was and who I was becoming. They plastered over the parts which no longer fit who I was as a person and created something brand new to the unknowing observer. Anyone who had seen the original, though, knew that this updated version of the statue wasn't brand new and certainly wasn't The Authentic NOTHING. As those newly added pieces begin to crack and break, to fall to the ground and shatter to pieces, there is an awakening. There is a force being stirred about and the more I'm poked and the more I'm prodded, the more I realize I can't keep that force in much longer. Lunatikk Crippler, you're one of those men chipping away at this new version of myself. You're part of the reason I keep having to center myself again - the reason I feel this burning urge within myself to completely tear somebody apart. You're just one of a few here in the EWA who have awakened something that should have been left to slumber until the end of time. And "Red Hot" Ray Willmott? Well, you're lucky enough to be standing on my side at Fight Night. You haven't chipped away at me or caused me to question the actions I've taken or the path that I've followed here in the EWA. No, instead you have stood toe to toe with one of the men with whom you will again stand toe to toe with this Monday night. You have your fears and you have your doubts, and for that I can not blame you. You've been in and out of this business for years. You, a man everybody thought to be dead before miraculously returning to the public eye, certainly knows a thing to two about deceit. You know a thing or two about pulling the wool over the eyes of everybody else. That's part of the reason I like you, Ray. There are no mincing words with you. You've gone through too much in both your personal and professional lives to waste time on anything other than saying exactly what you mean. So, you don't trust me. And I get that. I do, Ray, and it's fine. The thing is, we don't have to trust each other on Monday night. All we have to do is fight together. [The camera, having been moving the entire time, is now at ringside. NOTHING pauses for a beat and then slowly stands up. He walks to the ropes and exits the ring, the sound echoing throughout the building as his feet hit the concrete floor. He begins to walk away and the camera begins to trail behind him.] The one thing we should be thinking about, though, Ray is who Crippler has up his sleeve for us on Monday night. We both have our histories with him, wildly different as they may be, and we know that this is a person who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Whatever means to an end are presently available, Lunatikk Crippler will take them. So rather than focusing on whatever dissent you feel we may have between us, Ray, the real focus here should be on the special little friend our opponent is bringing with him. I don't suspect that it will matter all that much, though, to be quite honest with you. You and I, Ray, we're legends of a bygone era. Warriors who have bled and sweat for this business time and time again for no other reason than our own selfish pride. If you're looking for a reason to stand beside me rather than in front of me on Monday night, Ray, think about letting your pride be that reason. [NOTHING walks away from the ring and through a curtain at the end of a corridor. Once through the curtain, he turns to the right and begins walking down another corridor. This one seems eerily familiar; doors lining the left and right sides of the hallway and particles of dust floating in front of the camera lens. In the distance a dim red light is flickering off and on. NOTHING is walking in the direction of that light.] We all have our histories, Ray. But those muddied waters of history aren't going to allow you to see six inches in front of your face, Ray, let alone allow you to see far enough ahead to plan for what we need to do on Monday night. What we need to do is make a statement, Ray. We need to show the world, and especially Lunatikk Crippler, that his antics are played out and ready to be retired... much like the man himself. We need to stand as one and take on Crippler and whoever it is he decides to drag out of a dumpster to stand by his side. We need to prove to the world and, perhaps more importantly, to one another that when men of our stature stand together we can defeat those men who live only to ruin our best laid plans. [NOTHING reaches the flickering light and we now see that it is an exit sign. The bulb or the wiring are going and the light can not sustain a constant glow. NOTHING reaches a hand out and places it on the door. He takes a deep breath in and pauses before speaking again.] There's an old saying, Ray, that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Kudos to you for remembering the past, Ray. At the same time, though, those who constantly live in the past will never live in the present - and they certainly won't live to see the future. [NOTHING pushes the door open and we see an expansive and empty parking lot in front of him. He steps out into the night and the camera follows closely behind him. NOTHING takes a few steps forward and then pauses again to look across the dark night before him. We hear the door behind us creak and then click closed - the only sound, aside from the howling wind, that we hear right now.] You've got a lot of problems in your life right now, Ray. Your family is falling apart and you can't seem to shake Lunatikk Crippler at all. Yet you still want to tie me to the actions of my past. Sometimes, Ray, it's best to just let go of those things in your past that are holding you back. Sometimes all you need to do is abandon your past life and start all over again. If you do, Ray, you'll find that those past mistakes stop catching up to you. You'll find that the light at the end of the tunnel gets closer every day. Above all else, Ray, you learn... that NOTHING LASTS FOREVER [NOTHING begins to walk away from the camera which stays put where it is. He walks alone and into the darkness across the barren parking lot. The camera stays focused on him for a moment and then pans up toward the sky. Standing high overhead is a disheveled sign which has seen better days. Parts of it have completely broken off over however many numbers of years this place has gone without proper upkeep. Through the dark of the night, however, we can make out what once was visible on this sign - "NYSWF ARENA". The camera holds on the sign for a moment and then pans back down to the parking lot. We see now that we are alone. NOTHING is no longer visible ahead of us. He has walked away from the NYSWF Arena and, in doing so, has walked away from the life he used to live. At Battlelines on Monday night, he hopes to begin to build a new life stemming from the special attraction tag team match. In this moment, there isn't anything left to hold him back.] |
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