Post by The Roy on Nov 11, 2008 22:34:09 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a stage with rows of empty seats sitting in front of it. Each seat seemingly stares forward at the stage. However this stage is different than that of the LOE stage that we’ve come accustom too. The seats are thousands less in quantity and there is no high tech equipment anywhere near the stage. It’s more of a broad way play type of feeling. There are puppets dangling from strings attached to the ceiling. Each one with it’s own face. Sitting in the center of it all, with a white beamed spot light shining onto the top of his black cowboy hat is The Roy. He sits with his legs folded, and his head leaned down. There is a shadow over his face, s all the puppet’s at his side twist slowly around themselves. The Roy looks up into the spotlight. His pupils adjust accordingly, however his eye lids do not flinch. He unravels his legs and leans forward on his knee, too slowly arch himself into a vertical base. He stares out at the rows of empty seats. Without the thousands of peoples on the edge of their seats screaming his name, he seems slightly out of place. He turns his head slowly to the right. The puppets seemingly laugh with their jaws held open. Their faces are crafted of fine wood and their cheeks are blushed. There are puppets with long hair, short hair, curly hair, blond hair, and no hair. there are fat puppets, thin puppets, girl puppets and guy puppets. Puppets of every variety in mass amounts, all dangling at his side. The Roy now looks to his left, seeing the exact same thing. The Roy smiles. The faces seem to give him a weird sick pleasure. Behind his is a vast wallpaper of a forest set at night. The grass and tree tops are the same shade of dark green. The sky is a dark blue, with an occasional twinkling star splashed across the sky. Mounted on the grass, half buried in the dirt are boulders bulging from the ground. The quite barren wallpaper adds an even more spine tingling feel to the puppets. The Roy centers his eyes back towards the camera, and the spotlight.
Last week I did exactly what I said I was going to do didn’t I? I acted as the wrecking ball plowing straight through the Hellman G-Stone, defeating him. So surely you see I am no liar. It’d be wise to remember that because I have yet even more spoilers to come. This time concerning a so called friend of mine, Johnny Magnum Last week Johnny Magnum gave me a gun shot, as I was trying to give his career a kick in the pants. It’s no secret that Johnny Magnum has always been good, but never ever good enough. He was always close to becoming mid card at the most, but never really made it. Back in SNME I remember Johnny as being this clingy little kid with nothing better to do than hang around with the veterans, pretending he fit in. Ya know the type. Remember the friend in high school that always tagged along in your group, but no one really paid much attention to? That’s Johnny Magnum.
Then we made the jump over to LOE, and he began following me around like a lost puppy. I tried taking Magnum under my wing, and he stabbed me in the back. This week Johnny Magnum is in the main event, but why? Because he cheap shot me. Johnny Magnum is in the main event at my cost. Things are not all as they appear. Johnny you are not in this main event because you deserve it, you are in the main event because the owner knows that the fans want to see me whoop your ass. That’s all there is too it. After this week Johnny, I’ll put you in my past, if not in your grave, and I will move on. And don’t you think even for a second that you turning on me like that effected me in any way. Because to be honest it was only a matter of time before I did it myself. I have a bit of a habit of sabotaging everything in my life anyway. Why? Because I like it that way. I’ve been raised on drama, drama is all I know. I feel comfortable in drama. My life as a theatric would sell more tickets than you’ve ever dreamed of selling.
The Roy extends his arms out like wings, knocking a few puppets out of the way. He seems to be trying to lure our eyes at them. The puppets all smack into one another causing a clinking sound as each wood mold smacks into the other. The puppets jaws bobble up and down, the clacking sounds as though it is their laughter. The puppets swing from their strings, now dancing around The Roy like a tribe around fire. Now with the puppets moving at random to all all sides, we notice that they are actually dangling from a thing rope. The rope is tied around their necks, holding them from dropping to the ground. Each puppet appears to have hung themselves and is now dangling as a lifeless corpse around The Roy. The Roy drops his hands back at his side. He shifts his hat slightly to the left, allowing the rim to block the spotlight from blinding him.
Most people come to a theater just like this. They come for cheap thrills, cheap laughs. They come here to watch plays, just as others go to the Movie theater for their cheap thrills. I on the other hand, create my own drama. It isn’t enough for me to watch other people suffer on the screen, for some reason I like to suffer myself. I recall one time, my grandmother was in the hospital. Dieing of lung failure. They managed to treat her and give her enough therapy to come back home, but the entire time she was gone, all I could do is imagine how it would be had she died. I imagined the family all mourning over her death, I imagined us all trying to move on. Then when the news came that she was fine and I realized that none of it was going to come true, I actually felt disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my grandmother.
I just have a lust for drama and pain. It’s part of the calculated insanity to which I hold. I know that the way I do things is questionable. I understand that what I do is insane. But that’s because I gave it some forethought. I don’t just spontaneously do what ever pops into my head. I calculate each insane thing that I do, and that’s what people don’t understand. I get that I am insane, yes. But why don’t they get that I choose it. That’s why what Johnny Magnum did last week, puts a smile on my face. It has provided me with enough drama to make it through the week without causing any of my own. Think about, it’s the perfect story plot. The veteran takes in the young talented kid, teaches him the ropes and befriends him. Only so that the kid could go on to stab him in the back! Turn to the dark side and use the teachers training against him. I love it.
Now here are the spoilers I previously promised. Both to the movie, and my match. Ya see, the kid thinks he has now become high and mighty. The kid now believes he holds some sort of power over the teacher simply because he was able to take advantage of one quick moment of weakness. But what the kid doesn’t realize, is that he is still just a kid. He is still miles away from the big boy camp, and is still very very weak. The kid can run his mouth all he wants. And the kid can go around boasting about himself until his cheeks turn blue but in the end, none of it matters. In the end it all becomes for nothing and here is why. In the end the teacher STILL defeats the brass kid. The teacher STILL reigns supreme and the reason being because the teacher is still the teacher. I am still The Roy.
I am still the greatest damn thing to ever happen to the sports entertainment world and it took the voice of an unlikely mate to make me realize that. Shelton Benjamin. I have always had the tools to be the greatest of all time. But after winning the world title, and having it stripped just as quickly, I lost those tools. I ran into Shelton Benjamin backstage last week and he made me realize that the pussy footing I was doing would get me now where. He helped me find the tools that I had had all along and now you see before you a man that excels at everything he does. You see the greatest, the best, the handsome, the ever so charismatic, The Roy. Sadly when you look across the ring from me at my opponent, you will see a bird prematurely flown from the nest.
You will see Johnny Magnum, in all his glory. In his mind it will be the proudest moment of his career, In Johnny Magnum’s mind he is entering a new level of stardom that he has never been to. But in reality it’s just going to be a quick, final lesson for the young man. The lesson will teach him that there is no one that if laid before me in the ring, won’t soon fail. And I know exactly what Johnny Magnum is going to say about this whole thing. He’s going to claim that he’s better than me, he’s going to claim that he should be the number one contender because he beat Raven last week. BUT THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER! That is what adds the humility to my play.
The Roy walks closer towards the camera, still center stage. The light follows him forward, casting the puppets in shadows. The shadows darken near their eyebrows, where the wood curves. Giving each puppet a look of cruelty. As though they are ready to leap off of the rope and place their wooden hands around your throat until you gasp that final breath. The Roy stands tall in front of them all. Standing like the leader of a colt, his eyes twinkle with anticipation of the story. No longer keeping us waiting, he stops two feet away from the puppets, and continues his tale.
Last week, we all saw Johnny Magnum beat Raven. And Last week we all The Roy beat G-stone for one purpose. To show Raven that I was better than him, even on his best day. And now this week I have a chance to do exactly the same. I’m able to get further into the head of he who claims to be unshakable, by defeating yet another one of his predecessors. So Magnum buddy, what I do to your one time appearance to the main event, don’t take too personally. Because I’m not. I’m not doing it because you felt you had to prove some point by hitting me with you’re signature move. I’m doing it for a different reason. A reason much much bigger than yourself. Outside of the obvious reason that I get off to the drama of it all, I am doing this for Raven. I am doing this to show once more that I am the top of the line. I am the breed to be and the future world heavy weight champion in the land of extreme.
The Roy looks down in the same fashion as all the puppets that keep him company. His smirk shows through as he takes a bow in his finest performance.
To this image, the camera fades to black.
Last week I did exactly what I said I was going to do didn’t I? I acted as the wrecking ball plowing straight through the Hellman G-Stone, defeating him. So surely you see I am no liar. It’d be wise to remember that because I have yet even more spoilers to come. This time concerning a so called friend of mine, Johnny Magnum Last week Johnny Magnum gave me a gun shot, as I was trying to give his career a kick in the pants. It’s no secret that Johnny Magnum has always been good, but never ever good enough. He was always close to becoming mid card at the most, but never really made it. Back in SNME I remember Johnny as being this clingy little kid with nothing better to do than hang around with the veterans, pretending he fit in. Ya know the type. Remember the friend in high school that always tagged along in your group, but no one really paid much attention to? That’s Johnny Magnum.
Then we made the jump over to LOE, and he began following me around like a lost puppy. I tried taking Magnum under my wing, and he stabbed me in the back. This week Johnny Magnum is in the main event, but why? Because he cheap shot me. Johnny Magnum is in the main event at my cost. Things are not all as they appear. Johnny you are not in this main event because you deserve it, you are in the main event because the owner knows that the fans want to see me whoop your ass. That’s all there is too it. After this week Johnny, I’ll put you in my past, if not in your grave, and I will move on. And don’t you think even for a second that you turning on me like that effected me in any way. Because to be honest it was only a matter of time before I did it myself. I have a bit of a habit of sabotaging everything in my life anyway. Why? Because I like it that way. I’ve been raised on drama, drama is all I know. I feel comfortable in drama. My life as a theatric would sell more tickets than you’ve ever dreamed of selling.
The Roy extends his arms out like wings, knocking a few puppets out of the way. He seems to be trying to lure our eyes at them. The puppets all smack into one another causing a clinking sound as each wood mold smacks into the other. The puppets jaws bobble up and down, the clacking sounds as though it is their laughter. The puppets swing from their strings, now dancing around The Roy like a tribe around fire. Now with the puppets moving at random to all all sides, we notice that they are actually dangling from a thing rope. The rope is tied around their necks, holding them from dropping to the ground. Each puppet appears to have hung themselves and is now dangling as a lifeless corpse around The Roy. The Roy drops his hands back at his side. He shifts his hat slightly to the left, allowing the rim to block the spotlight from blinding him.
Most people come to a theater just like this. They come for cheap thrills, cheap laughs. They come here to watch plays, just as others go to the Movie theater for their cheap thrills. I on the other hand, create my own drama. It isn’t enough for me to watch other people suffer on the screen, for some reason I like to suffer myself. I recall one time, my grandmother was in the hospital. Dieing of lung failure. They managed to treat her and give her enough therapy to come back home, but the entire time she was gone, all I could do is imagine how it would be had she died. I imagined the family all mourning over her death, I imagined us all trying to move on. Then when the news came that she was fine and I realized that none of it was going to come true, I actually felt disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my grandmother.
I just have a lust for drama and pain. It’s part of the calculated insanity to which I hold. I know that the way I do things is questionable. I understand that what I do is insane. But that’s because I gave it some forethought. I don’t just spontaneously do what ever pops into my head. I calculate each insane thing that I do, and that’s what people don’t understand. I get that I am insane, yes. But why don’t they get that I choose it. That’s why what Johnny Magnum did last week, puts a smile on my face. It has provided me with enough drama to make it through the week without causing any of my own. Think about, it’s the perfect story plot. The veteran takes in the young talented kid, teaches him the ropes and befriends him. Only so that the kid could go on to stab him in the back! Turn to the dark side and use the teachers training against him. I love it.
Now here are the spoilers I previously promised. Both to the movie, and my match. Ya see, the kid thinks he has now become high and mighty. The kid now believes he holds some sort of power over the teacher simply because he was able to take advantage of one quick moment of weakness. But what the kid doesn’t realize, is that he is still just a kid. He is still miles away from the big boy camp, and is still very very weak. The kid can run his mouth all he wants. And the kid can go around boasting about himself until his cheeks turn blue but in the end, none of it matters. In the end it all becomes for nothing and here is why. In the end the teacher STILL defeats the brass kid. The teacher STILL reigns supreme and the reason being because the teacher is still the teacher. I am still The Roy.
I am still the greatest damn thing to ever happen to the sports entertainment world and it took the voice of an unlikely mate to make me realize that. Shelton Benjamin. I have always had the tools to be the greatest of all time. But after winning the world title, and having it stripped just as quickly, I lost those tools. I ran into Shelton Benjamin backstage last week and he made me realize that the pussy footing I was doing would get me now where. He helped me find the tools that I had had all along and now you see before you a man that excels at everything he does. You see the greatest, the best, the handsome, the ever so charismatic, The Roy. Sadly when you look across the ring from me at my opponent, you will see a bird prematurely flown from the nest.
You will see Johnny Magnum, in all his glory. In his mind it will be the proudest moment of his career, In Johnny Magnum’s mind he is entering a new level of stardom that he has never been to. But in reality it’s just going to be a quick, final lesson for the young man. The lesson will teach him that there is no one that if laid before me in the ring, won’t soon fail. And I know exactly what Johnny Magnum is going to say about this whole thing. He’s going to claim that he’s better than me, he’s going to claim that he should be the number one contender because he beat Raven last week. BUT THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER! That is what adds the humility to my play.
The Roy walks closer towards the camera, still center stage. The light follows him forward, casting the puppets in shadows. The shadows darken near their eyebrows, where the wood curves. Giving each puppet a look of cruelty. As though they are ready to leap off of the rope and place their wooden hands around your throat until you gasp that final breath. The Roy stands tall in front of them all. Standing like the leader of a colt, his eyes twinkle with anticipation of the story. No longer keeping us waiting, he stops two feet away from the puppets, and continues his tale.
Last week, we all saw Johnny Magnum beat Raven. And Last week we all The Roy beat G-stone for one purpose. To show Raven that I was better than him, even on his best day. And now this week I have a chance to do exactly the same. I’m able to get further into the head of he who claims to be unshakable, by defeating yet another one of his predecessors. So Magnum buddy, what I do to your one time appearance to the main event, don’t take too personally. Because I’m not. I’m not doing it because you felt you had to prove some point by hitting me with you’re signature move. I’m doing it for a different reason. A reason much much bigger than yourself. Outside of the obvious reason that I get off to the drama of it all, I am doing this for Raven. I am doing this to show once more that I am the top of the line. I am the breed to be and the future world heavy weight champion in the land of extreme.
The Roy looks down in the same fashion as all the puppets that keep him company. His smirk shows through as he takes a bow in his finest performance.
To this image, the camera fades to black.
