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Late-Night Ramblings,Pt 2: The Measure of Respect
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 05:58 AM (21 Views)
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the scene opens again with Max sitting in the folding chair from last time.

Hijo: "Now that that's settled with a fresh memory card I feel the need to mention that it is now 4am Wednesday morning... no idea when or if any of this will actually see the light of day... but I'm recording it anyway... because if I don't at least say it I doubt I'll ever get to sleep again."

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "Now some people might be thinking that me bringing up things like my tenure with this company is me trying to state because I stuck with this company when literally hundreds of their other performers came and went... that I am owed the Dual Crown Championship... or at least contendership for it. However, if anyone is thinking that ... well you are simply mistaken."

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "I'm stating facts that despite being here I've never been management's favorite, unlike others would lead you to believe. But what I am saying is my history as not only a loyal competitor for FIW, but also a top-shelf competitor for years in this company at least should earn me some consideration when the match-makers uh... make the matches... "

cough

Hijo: "What? It's late I don't have the entire brain power to be my usual witty self."

Max rolls his eyes

Hijo: "But that's not the only point I'd want to make with this line of reasoning... if it was I'd just keep it to myself and maybe slip it somewhere in an actual big production that I'm going to star in leading up to Rise of a Legend. If I have my way it will be a three part epic filled with high action and probably CGI dinosaurs... IF that's in the budget... Otherwise it will just be me talking... or maybe interviewed by someone.... I don't know I haven't worked out all the kinks yet... get off my back the official card was only released a few hours ago and I haven't even slept off a hard match yet."

Max wipes his hair back.

Hijo: "Anyway, finding my way back to the point I was trying to make... I'm going to tell you a little story. It was from a long time ago when I was a mere Hijito far from the Main Event that I am today... going to the Hill Valley Sport-O-Plexium to watch "The Awesome" Maximilian Rowley ply his craft in front of the appreciative crowds. It was at these events that shaped my life and made me want to be just like him when I got older. It wasn't just the adoring fans, or the fancy tights, or even the accolades that he accumulated in his career that really caught my eye."

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "No... it was the respect that his fellow wrestlers showed to him that really caught my eye. He was part of something bigger than himself and even though they may have had their personal problems like the time William Winters brainbusted him onto the floor... or when Brutus Augustus pushed him off the top rope onto the outside... and presumably other events that didn't involve the ringside area... they still had a begrudging respect for each other. They were part of a brotherhood of steel, modern day gladiators putting on an athletic display for the entertainment of the common man that happily paid to see them... and I wanted that."

Max wipes his mouth.

Hijo: "this ideal is probably one of the reasons me and Archibald gelled as well as we did as a team despite not really having a hell of a lot in common otherwise. But... here's the thing. "

Max clicks his tongue.

Hijo: "Despite being a consummate professional, despite being courteous, despite living by a code of honor, and despite doing everything "the right way"... I NEVER got that respect from anyone in the locker room."

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "Sure, it's not like everyone on the roster hated me exactly... but at best they viewed me as that doofus that likes doing arm drags and backflips for indeterminate reasons... and that is NOT the same as respect."

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "... and that never changed no matter what I did. Like Heroically removing a cancer from professional wrestling... teaming with people that I personally didn't like yet still teamed with them and won anyway... "

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "Winning countless titles, awards, tournaments, #1 rankings, going on a massive winning streak or even breaking TWO longstanding records... not a single one of those things helped."

Max wipes his hair back.

Hijo: "But what about... doing something that physically and mentally hurts... solely because it's the right thing to do? "

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "I won the Dual Crown Championship. "

Max clicks his tongue.

Hijo: "the title was in my hand, the ref was raising my arm, and Michael Anderson was letting everyone in attendance know that "Your winner and NEEEEW Dual Crown Champion is Max Rowley"... it should have been the greatest moment of my career and my life.... but it wasn't."

Max takes a deep breath.

Hijo: "you see... because I knew something was up... there was one to many people at ringside... and he was waaaay to excited to see me with the title in my hand and I knew right then and there. I didn't earn it. I may have pinned the champion... but I had no right to that claim... and while I could have been like everyone else and shrugged and held onto the belt regardless... I KNEW that I couldn't. I had too much respect for the the title, FIW, and despite the fact that he was an asshole even the champion and I handed the title back to him... and refused to have my name on any record stating that I had won it that night... and do you know what I got for all of that?"

Max breathes deeply and looks really annoyed.

Hijo: "Anger and derision. Either you thought I was an idiot for giving up the title... or some people were angry that I wouldn't lower myself to that indignity, including the Dual Crown Champion whose title reign I SAVED. The man that should have been kissing my damned feet instead felt that I personally insulted him by not agreeing to beat him by unfair means, if you can believe that. "

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "So...if being the best doesn't earn it, if being a professional doesn't earn it, or even going above and beyond what should be expected to assure that the rules we have all agreed on are followed can't earn it... then nothing I do will... which is fine by me."

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "Because I'm DONE trying to earn the respect of my peers.... because it's become blatantly apparent that they aren't worthy of MY respect."

Max points at himself.

Hijo: "If we have come to a world where the very idea of doing the right thing is meant with scorn and anger... can you imagine the type of scum infests the professional wrestling world? Remember, this isn't some Podunk little company either... this is the Global LEADER in professional wrestling. This is the cream of the crop which means that we are in a dire... DIRE... place. "

Max wipes his hair back.

Hijo: "It shouldn't come as much of a surprise that it's in a bad way to those of you who regularly watch my normal programming... but you probably didn't realize exactly how bad it truly has gotten. But this is what happens when rampant cheating and underhanded tactics not only go unpunished... but are ACTIVELY encouraged."

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "Back at the Sport-o-plexium, if Sean Sommers attacked Johnny the Prussian allowing William Winters to get a pinfall victory. Sommers would have been fined, suspended, or both... he certainly wouldn't be handed the World Championship. "

Max shakes his head.

Hijo: "and if Brutus Augustus continually embarrassed the company with his personal issues... and then constantly ran away when matched against Maximilian Rowley... you can be damned sure he wouldn't find himself anywhere near title contendership."

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "And I could go on... but I think you get the point I'm trying to make... and that is why unlike everyone else... I don't want to win the Panopticon... I NEED to win."

Max stares at the camera.

Hijo: "The wrestling world is crumbling around me... and just like I learned after the first Panopticon... "NEXT TIME" may never come."

Max gets out of his chair and walks towards the camera before it cuts off.
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