Post by Johnny Magnum on Oct 21, 2008 21:11:36 GMT -5
The early morning sun shines in through the windows of the two story apartment. It shines its bright lights upon the man who lies in the double bed. An alarm goes off. The camera looks at the clock, it reads 9:30. The man rolls out of bed…. Struggling to keep on his feet. He walks into the bathroom… and flicks the light. Johnny Magnum looks at himself in the mirror. His hair, off set and messy, unlike we are used to. His torso is shirtless and he wears black gym shorts. He rubs his palm over his scraggly beard. He looks himself in the eyes… they are tired eyes. He lets out a tiring, exaggerated yawn. His eyes show a story of pain… he runs the water for a few seconds, allowing it to get warm. He runs his hands under it and splashes it in his face. He turns the water off and dries his face in a towel. He walks out of the bathroom and over to the large window, overlooking the small city of New York. He sits back in an arm chair, silently muttering unheard words under his breath. He rests his arms on the rests, sits back and begins to speak.
Magnum:
“Some of you, might know me as Johnny Magnum… the guy from SNME. Or, Johnny Magnum, Tennessee Heavyweight Champion and Custom Champion… some of you even refer to me as the man who jobbed out to Justin Tyger… but it’s only those who truly know me, who know me as Johnny Magnum… the guy who just can’t quite push himself hard enough to make it… that’s what I know myself as… that’s who I see when I look into the mirror in the morning... but it’s not the man who I want to see… It’s been my dream since I can remember to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Unfortunately, that dream is far from being a reality… and I realize this. I realize it will take a long time to become World Champion. No one ever got anywhere half-assing. . . and that’s the truth.”
Johnny stretches his arms above his head… he shows no signs of depression. His eyes glare with a blazing passion… directed at his wrestling career.
Magnum:
“I won’t give up though… Whenever I’m on the verge of just tapping out, I’m struck. I can just barely make something out at the end of the tunnel. I can see the light shining through. The light, representing the crowning moment of yours, in this case my, life. Everybody has the light. It’s whether or not you give up before getting there. I won’t give up. I can’t give up. I believe in fate. As human beings, we were all put on this planet for a reason. Each and every one of us, unique in the sense that all of our fates are different. I also believe in destiny. And I firmly believe that this, wrestling, is my destiny. And I believe, I am destined to become World Champion someday… to get to that light at the end of my tunnel…”
Johnny gets up. He looks down at the street as more and more people begin to come out of there houses and rush to their office jobs. Johnny looks down at them… smiling.
Magnum:
“Ya know… I’ve always wondered… what it would be like. To be normal. Is it fun? Is it boring? Looks boring, to me. The same thing… day in and day out. They get up in the morning. Take a shower. Brush their teeth. Do their hair perfect, even though they have a wife that loves them for who they are. They then go to work, where they sit mindlessly waiting for something to change. But nothing does. How can it in a world that is slowly becoming controlled by computers. But then I look at what I do… and I ask myself, can I handle this? Each night there is something different. New faces in the crowd. A new locker room. A new arena to wrestle in, a new opponent. But see, that’s what I love. I remember as a kid, absolutely HATING being on a schedule. I’d have to go to bed at a certain time, wake up at a certain time, go here at a certain time, do this at a certain time, then night comes and I repeated the process. But in wrestling, sure I have a schedule, but it’s always changing. Ya got the one night a week I HAVE to be somewhere. Then the occasional Sunday night PPV. I look at what they do… work…. Write up papers, call ungrateful clients who yell and scream when they make a simple mistake. I watch them as they stress over the littlest things… all because of a controlled life. All because they chose a job that they didn’t love. And I can say, truthfully, that I love this business. I have all my life, and I will till the day I die.”
Johnny stops staring out the window. He takes a few steps backwards and falls back in his chair. He leans back in it slightly, and stares into the camera. A grin forms on his face..
Magnum:
“Each promotion that I visit, a new chapter in my life is being written. And this coming week, a new chapter unfolds. I travel to the Land of Extreme, owned by Tommy Dreamer. Now, LOE is a bit... different... then I'm used to. Every match is contested under Extreme Rules.. meaning, anything goes. I could, knock someone over the head with a chair, and wouldn't get DQ'd. In my first match in this, barbaric being of a wrestling organization, I compete against a man that I've never faced before. John Morrison. John, was actually one of the first men to compete here, back in LOE's first run. The question is, how big of an advantage does that give him? In my opinion, not a big one, to be honest. Morrison, there is a lot of cockiness inside of you. And honestly, you are a good wrestler... but, you don't have the one thing that keeps a wrestler going... heart. And that is one of the key ingredients to winning a match of this caliber. When we step into the ring, were going to tear each other limb from limb... and when it comes down to it, the winner won't be the better wrestler.. he'll be the one with more heart, passion, and pride... John, how much heart do you have? How much truth do you have for the business? How far will you go to get to the golden light? How much love and passion do you have for what you do? Well... this week on Mayhem... we find out!"
Magnum's eyes have a fire of intensity boiling up inside of them. He licks his bottom lip, making it moist after his speech dried it up. He stands out of the chair... and walks towards the bathroom again. He shuts it and a locking sound is heard. After a couple seconds, the shower turns on as the scene fades to black..
Magnum:
“Some of you, might know me as Johnny Magnum… the guy from SNME. Or, Johnny Magnum, Tennessee Heavyweight Champion and Custom Champion… some of you even refer to me as the man who jobbed out to Justin Tyger… but it’s only those who truly know me, who know me as Johnny Magnum… the guy who just can’t quite push himself hard enough to make it… that’s what I know myself as… that’s who I see when I look into the mirror in the morning... but it’s not the man who I want to see… It’s been my dream since I can remember to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Unfortunately, that dream is far from being a reality… and I realize this. I realize it will take a long time to become World Champion. No one ever got anywhere half-assing. . . and that’s the truth.”
Johnny stretches his arms above his head… he shows no signs of depression. His eyes glare with a blazing passion… directed at his wrestling career.
Magnum:
“I won’t give up though… Whenever I’m on the verge of just tapping out, I’m struck. I can just barely make something out at the end of the tunnel. I can see the light shining through. The light, representing the crowning moment of yours, in this case my, life. Everybody has the light. It’s whether or not you give up before getting there. I won’t give up. I can’t give up. I believe in fate. As human beings, we were all put on this planet for a reason. Each and every one of us, unique in the sense that all of our fates are different. I also believe in destiny. And I firmly believe that this, wrestling, is my destiny. And I believe, I am destined to become World Champion someday… to get to that light at the end of my tunnel…”
Johnny gets up. He looks down at the street as more and more people begin to come out of there houses and rush to their office jobs. Johnny looks down at them… smiling.
Magnum:
“Ya know… I’ve always wondered… what it would be like. To be normal. Is it fun? Is it boring? Looks boring, to me. The same thing… day in and day out. They get up in the morning. Take a shower. Brush their teeth. Do their hair perfect, even though they have a wife that loves them for who they are. They then go to work, where they sit mindlessly waiting for something to change. But nothing does. How can it in a world that is slowly becoming controlled by computers. But then I look at what I do… and I ask myself, can I handle this? Each night there is something different. New faces in the crowd. A new locker room. A new arena to wrestle in, a new opponent. But see, that’s what I love. I remember as a kid, absolutely HATING being on a schedule. I’d have to go to bed at a certain time, wake up at a certain time, go here at a certain time, do this at a certain time, then night comes and I repeated the process. But in wrestling, sure I have a schedule, but it’s always changing. Ya got the one night a week I HAVE to be somewhere. Then the occasional Sunday night PPV. I look at what they do… work…. Write up papers, call ungrateful clients who yell and scream when they make a simple mistake. I watch them as they stress over the littlest things… all because of a controlled life. All because they chose a job that they didn’t love. And I can say, truthfully, that I love this business. I have all my life, and I will till the day I die.”
Johnny stops staring out the window. He takes a few steps backwards and falls back in his chair. He leans back in it slightly, and stares into the camera. A grin forms on his face..
Magnum:
“Each promotion that I visit, a new chapter in my life is being written. And this coming week, a new chapter unfolds. I travel to the Land of Extreme, owned by Tommy Dreamer. Now, LOE is a bit... different... then I'm used to. Every match is contested under Extreme Rules.. meaning, anything goes. I could, knock someone over the head with a chair, and wouldn't get DQ'd. In my first match in this, barbaric being of a wrestling organization, I compete against a man that I've never faced before. John Morrison. John, was actually one of the first men to compete here, back in LOE's first run. The question is, how big of an advantage does that give him? In my opinion, not a big one, to be honest. Morrison, there is a lot of cockiness inside of you. And honestly, you are a good wrestler... but, you don't have the one thing that keeps a wrestler going... heart. And that is one of the key ingredients to winning a match of this caliber. When we step into the ring, were going to tear each other limb from limb... and when it comes down to it, the winner won't be the better wrestler.. he'll be the one with more heart, passion, and pride... John, how much heart do you have? How much truth do you have for the business? How far will you go to get to the golden light? How much love and passion do you have for what you do? Well... this week on Mayhem... we find out!"
Magnum's eyes have a fire of intensity boiling up inside of them. He licks his bottom lip, making it moist after his speech dried it up. He stands out of the chair... and walks towards the bathroom again. He shuts it and a locking sound is heard. After a couple seconds, the shower turns on as the scene fades to black..
