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| Craig | Jun 22 2010, 07:25 PM Post #1 |
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Picture a respected and long retired Hollywood director who made a film that, in its time, was considered an award-winning classic. Years on, it's still remembered fondly, though its age may be showing a bit compared to some of those new fangled films... still, most people can appreciate it as cinema of the highest order. While the director still commands considerable respect in the film industry, and his sometimes withering critiques of the movies of the day are both sought after and feared, he has a problem. He really doesn't want to make more films. It isn't that his creation was perfect, or even the best he could ever do - in fact everytime he watches it one more time he notices new faults and flaws - but the sheer desire to create was no longer in him. Perhaps one day the old timer will rediscover the creative bug... perhaps not. So what does this director do to make his living and keep himself in the public eye? Why, he continues resting on his laurels and brings his creation to a new relevant audience, that being FIW. The director is hypothetical, he is in fact the Rumble. With a fresh coat of glossy neon green paint, the Rumble makes it's return to ReVolt with a glorious stipulation that the winner will face the reigning Dual Crown Champion later in the night with the titles on the line. And so it emerges from the wrestling vault once more, dusted off and ready for one more run. The director may be a metaphor but the old codger directing the 'Rumble Soundbytes' could be that man. His thinning grey hair, many wrinkles and a dangling cigar embody this imagine. His tweed trousers, grey vest and flat cap are exactly what you could see the pensioned director appearing in. He has been hired by FIW President Daisuke Tanaka to film one or two minute statements from each of the 30 participants of the ReVolt Rumble on why they will win the whole shebang and thus become the heir-apparent to the Dual Crown throne. And with that said, let's have at it... |
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| Willie | Jun 23 2010, 01:36 AM Post #2 |
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BAMF~! In a cloud of smoke and confetti, our Lucha Libre Warrior El Valiente strides proudly forth, hands balled on his hips, looking prouder than ever that he is a part of Full Intensity Wrestling. His painted lips crack into a smile as he sweeps his cape back, JABS a finger at the camera, and launches into his soundbyte. El V: "The mission is simple, amigos! El Valiente, the Undisputed Champion of Lucha Libre, makes his debut in the FIW's Revolt Rumble. It would seem that ever since my debut, El Valiente has not had it easy. No, first, I faced down the now former Cruiserweight Champion, Rurik Kryshek, and defeated him. Then, I took part in the Cruiserweight Scramble and nearly left with the Cruiserweight gold. But do not mistake my reminiscing as complaining about being dealt a bad hand. Rather, this is PRECISELY the sort of challenge El Valiente welcomes!!" El V's dramatic SWEEPING and THRUSTING of his hands as he speaks accentuates the points he is making. Well, that's the aim, anyway. We're not sure whether he's trying to drive the point home, or whether he thinks he looks like a bad-ass when he does it. El V: "So, veintinueve FIW superstars, young and old, rookie and veteran, male and female, exciting and just...just...DULL... are entering the ring with El Valiente. To struggle for an opportunity to face the Dual Crown campeonado Jenny Chennault later on in the evening. El Valiente's respect for Jenny Chennault, like his Lucha Libre spirit, IS IMMEASURABLE!! And when she meets me in the ring for the belts, as El Valiente WILL emerge the victor of the ReVolt Rumble, I wish for her and I to have a championship battle that will shake the very heavens!" Pierce the Heavens With Your Drill and all that good stuff. El V: "I know I am not the favorite. In fact, El Valiente perhaps is the biggest underdog in this challenge! I am not tall, my muscles are not large, and I am not a powerful man. But my heart, my desire, my lucha libre heritage, THAT, amigos, is what is going to lift El Valiente to glorious, glorious victory! So prepare the drums of war, my friends! EL VALIENTE RRRRRIDES AGAIN~!" El V SPRINGS off camera now, and we go to the next soundbyte. We're in a fucking comic book. That's it. |
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| Jo | Jun 23 2010, 06:19 AM Post #3 |
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Enter Sadovsky. Enter a confused looking Sadovsky. Enter a confused looking Sadovsky and a stagehand who guides him into the cameras line of vision wearing the headset over a black ballcap and glasses. The mans long, curly dirty blond hair tied back into a ponytail as his black shirt tucks deep into his jeans kept up by a phony leather belt. Is it a personal choice or just a cheap one? Who the hell knows and why…are we even focusing this much on the stage hand? Maybe because we’ve all seen Sadovsky enough times to go “Okay, he’s the big Russian guy, right” so maybe he doesn’t need such an introduction other than the fact that he looks around confused. Though when he’s alone he stands there like he’s on one of those nervous guy dating videos. A cough to clear the throat, hands pressed together at his front, no, to adjust his short. To take care of that itch just above the brow? Now back to the front. Sadovsky: I, uh…I do not know what it is I am to be doing here. From his labelled chair, the director speaks without any enhancements. No cone, no microphone, nothing. He just speaks in a low, very dry voice as though events like these aren’t his forte. Like the two Oscars resting on his shelf back in his Malibu home should have spoken their disapproval of such low class, graduate equivalent jobs. Director: Just talk about the Rumble. Sadovsky: What is…”Rumble”? The Russian asks with brow cocked up in uncertainty. A low sigh escapes from the directors lips along with the grey smoke from the inhale of his cigar before he continues off a well-rehearsed script. One used to sort of ease the pain and have the people taking it in believe that they aren’t all stupid, just annoying for not knowing their own role. But you know the role, you know the match, hell everyone here has to have at least watched one if not a clip of another so to hear the director explain would be a bigger waste of time than taking in an opera. By the end though, Sadovsky chuckles amusingly under his breath. Sadovsky: So that is Dual Crown champion. First it is defence against myself following match against Ash Koopa in same night. Then it is to fight tired, inexperienced man following tournament. Now it is to face opponent after this match and in same night no less? Another musing laugh for a couple of seconds before Sadovsky shakes his head. Sadovsky: I refuse to take match seriously now. But before I leave I will congratulate our champion on a well deserved victory. Если оно все, то она может принять… Whoa, what was that? Can we get him back here to translate? Or maybe we get some subtitles to appear or something? We can’t just let Sadovsky mutter something in his native tongue and then walk away, can we? The director certainly seems to think so as he takes another calm, deep inhale of his cigar blowing back out the smoke through clenched teeth. At the same time he doesn’t seem annoyed anymore, instead he just smiles as he rolls the stubby cigar between his index finger and thumb realizing just how interesting this night could get. He calls in the next participant as finally we get a subtitle on the bottom. [align=center]If it is all she can take…[/align] |
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| Craig | Jun 23 2010, 06:33 PM Post #4 |
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A blank screen is soon filled by the arrival of Dr. Clay 'Chainsaw' Krueger and his wife, Lara Toni. They pull up two folding chairs in front of the camera, Clay looks rather surly and bothered. Clay: “Can we hurry this thing up? I must attend a charity event tonight. She's not much to look at, but what the hell…” Lara shoots him a sideward glance and Clay smirks in his old manner, rest assured he's still got all the moves. Lara: “Funny guy. I know why you make these cruel jokes trying to hurt me.” Clay: “Really? Prey do tell.” Lara: “I'm a woman, I'm better looking than you and you need me to win the Rumble.” Krueger beams with pride as he delivers a response. Clay: “Coincidences, all!” Lara: “I don't want to analyse your hang ups. I already got a full-time job! Let's just get down to business and record this soundbyte, okay?” The former Tag Team Champion rolls his eyes and Lara sees it. She slaps him around the shoulder and looks fed up. Lara: “Why are you gunning for me?” Clay scoffs. The scoff is back! Clay: “Gunning? For you? This isn't about you! It's about what you're doing to those supporters who want to see me win the ReVolt Rumble. It's the shame of California!” Lara: “No, no, this is about your ego, which is the SIZE of California!” Clay looks angry and waves a finger in his wife's face. Clay: “That's a desperate shot - attacking me because I have a social conscience! Oh, it's true what they say! The devil comes disguised as a beautiful woman!” With that said Lara stands up, kicks her chair over and storms off the soundbyte set. Clay watches her leave, well, a certain part of her leaving anyway and then snaps his head back to the camera lens. Clay: “A comment? From me? Everybody in that Rumble knows that I am the favourite to win, I don't need to come here and tell you about it. I bid you good day.” And that is all from the Krueger's. Get a soundbyte out of that mess. |
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| aaaantoine | Jun 23 2010, 08:02 PM Post #5 |
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Next, Rick Nuller appears over the black blank screen, wearing his overalls, his black shirt, and his Fighting Spirit Championship belt. Big Country: Good evenin', ladies an' gentlemen. FIW management has asked me to speak about my role in this Sunday's ReVolt Rumble. He begins to sit down into the folding chair behind him. Big Country: Firstly, lemme say for the rec-- POING! The chair breaks beneath Rick's weight and he collapses to the ground! The camera redirects itself toward the fallen Rick Nuller, who slowly makes his way back to his feet. He dusts himself off and continues. Big Country: Anyway, As I was sayin'... He furrows his brow trying to think of it. Then with a smile he addresses the camera. Big Country: Don't you worry, dear fans. My earlier promotion statin' that I will only put a token effort into the Rumble should not be misconstrued. See, I have an ethical obligation as a professional wres'ler to not only win my matches, but to present a good showin' to the FIW fanbase. I'm not jus' gonna jump into the ring an' jump out. He rubs the back of his head, shiny bald at this point in time. Big Country: I will trade blows with my opponents in the Rumble. Jus' that I'm savin' the best of my efforts for the Fightin' Spirit title defense. As much as some people claim to like me, I know they don't want to watch me stinkin' up the Main Event. His eyes look to his right for a few seconds, then back to the camera. Big Country: An' tha's all I have to say about that. He looks again to his right. Then with a huff he turns to look off camera and shouts. Big Country: Can I get some goddamn ice, please!? |
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| Skell | Jun 23 2010, 10:40 PM Post #6 |
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Big Country has since left... whether or not he got his ice is irrelevant... also the director has since moved the chair debris off the stage. When in walks FIW's resident pretentious artiste, Christian Cruz... followed closely by his Christian Cruz: "So this is where I am supposed to do my soliloquy for the latest exhibition?" Director: "excuse me?" Christian Cruz: "Sir, as a kindred artist surely you must understand my query, I do not wish to waste my time weaving prose if no one is to hear it. I was directed to go and give a soliloquy to the masses on the subject of the latest encounter I find myself in, now is this where it is been ordained to occur?" Director: "Uh... yeah this is the place for the Revolt Rumble Tapings... and you are?" Christian Cruz: "I am the dreamer of drea-" Monique Raina: "He's "The Young Lion" Christian Cruz!" Christian Cruz: "Woman you stay out of this." Director: "Christian Cruz aye... alright your on my list... whenever you're ready get into the field of vision and we'll start." Cruz steps into the frame and Monique follows him onto it... he stares at her and she meekly gets out of shot Monique Raina: "I'll wait for you outside..." Cruz stands on there. not saying anything Director: "well?!" Christian Cruz: "I am waiting for you... after all aren't you the one who is supposed to be giving me the directions." Director: "fine... Action." Christian Cruz: "I could stand here and beat my war drum, and state that I will single-handedly eliminate all thirty participants... which would of course would be farcical, as I'd be implying that I would eliminate myself as well." Cruz pauses Christian Cruz: "or I could make an emphatic statement and confess to the world that I will toss out twenty-nine other competitors and win this contest on myself, like a modern day Heracles. But this too would be nothing short of a farce." Cruz wipes his hair back Christian Cruz: "Because despite what others will try and tell you... a group of 30 people with a similar goal in mind is unpredictable, chaotic, and not really a place that you can make grand sweeping generalizations." Makes a grand and sweeping motion with his arm... Christian Cruz: "However, luckily for me, Jackson Pollock has proven that great art can still erupt out of the harsh elements of chaos and it in fact flourishes there. " Cruz wipes his hair back Christian Cruz: "Now some may discount me for not winning the Cruiserweight Invitational in my first outing in the company... despite my continuous mentions of it being unimportant to me... " Cruz stares in the direction of the director Christian Cruz: "And I know how this operates... you want a snappy little sound-byte to use in further advertising, so pay attention." Cruz changes his focus back to the camera Christian Cruz: "To Paraphrase one of the greatest writers in History. What's past is prologue; of a greater act to come." With that Cruz walks off the set. After he is gone the director sighs Director: "I hate dealing with "artists"" |
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| T.C. | Jun 24 2010, 06:49 AM Post #7 |
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”Is this where I am supposed to do the sound bytes or interview? What ever it is?” The camera man and the director both look up from what ever they were doing. Standing in the door way is Terry Cane. The director nods and motions him in the room. Terry moves into the room and sits in the chair. The camera comes on and the director points at him T.C.:”What is the question you wanted to be answered?” Director:”Why are you going to win the rumble match this week at revolt” Terry sits back and ponders this for a minute T.C.:”Why am I going to win the rumble match? You know what I am not going to answer that.” Form the look on Terry’s face you can tell the camera man and the director both have confused looks on their faces. Terry holds up a finger T.C.:”Let me explain that. I have heard other wrestlers saying that they are going to come in and win the rumble, but how can one really say that they are going to win it? You have twenty nine other wrestlers in the match, all with the same goal, to win the rumble and go on and challenge for the Dual Crown Championship. Who’s to say that someone might come from behind and hit me or throw me out? You have some of the best wrestlers in the world in this match. The likes of Rick Nuller, Neo, Snake, Clay Klueguer. Keith Williams, Kryckek and many more who all can claim to be the best and win the match. The truth is, this type of match can be very unpredictable. One minute you are the best in the ring and the next you are eliminated” Terry leans forward in the chair T.C.:”I can tell you what I am going to bring this Sunday. It is what I bring every Sunday, dedication. Like I said in an earlier promo, I live and die for this business. When I am in that ring I give a hundred and ten percent every time. I train my ass off every week and every Sunday I am out there fighting. so this week I am going to do what I always do, work my ass off and go out there and fight this Sunday, give it one hundred and ten percent. If you want an answer on why I will win the rumble, then you can use that.” The interview must be over because this comes from the director Director:"Thank you very much" Terry gets up out of the chair. The camera follows him as he exits the room…. End |
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| That Darn Seph | Jun 26 2010, 12:22 AM Post #8 |
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Director: "Action." Neo shakes his head. Neo: "No. I refuse." The director furrows his eyebrows, grunting and plucking his cigar out of his mouth. Director: "And why is that?" Neo folds his arms across his chest, the tag team titles closely bunching together. Neo: "Clay Krueger stole my 'whale in a tear drop' bit. I know I stole it, but he had not right to take it from me! To steal something from a man who stole it from something he could have sworn nobody else could have found is dreadful. It just goes to show that HCM is as unoriginal as the plastic locals they take their name from." The director rubs his forehead. Director: "Honestly? I don't care, if this is going to be your bit then fine. I'll cut the film and you can leave." Neo unfolds his arms and places them directly on his hips. Neo: "You know it's one thing to fake being sick, but it's another to flat out lie. His wife didn't reject me, she danced with me and she dug her meat hooks into my keister. Did Terry Cane's fist give him a bout of amnesia? It's things like this that infuriate Neo Carner. I can stand the bumbling sanctimonious Clay Krueger Action FIgure. He was nifty, he had his fair share of good licks and had a kung-fu grip on words. This new Clay he claims is the old one? Seems to me he's taking pages out of the Keith Williams book and paying homage to ninth commandment. So as I see it, win or lose...it doesn't change the fact they're underhanded conniving cheats, who'll do anything from lying to cheating to make sure they write the history books." Neo frowns, shaking his head. The Director doesn't look amused. Director: "As much as I appreciate your B-Movie speech. I'm not interested in recording this direct to video monologue. Are you going to say something about the Rumble or aren't ya'?" Neo clenches his fist, raising it to chin level. Neo: "Excuse me, Mr. Director. I may be a bad actor, but it isn't my fault the cast of my tag match is weak. It isn't my fault they've handed me their shitty scripts and expect me to just accept their word is flawless. It ISN'T my fault that I'm the only member of my team that's working one hundred percent on defending these title. Clay Krueger is so self absorbed he honestly has the audacity to call me a shitty reality television star when he's the one recording his 'mental illness' for all of us to enjoy. It's not MY fault my Tag Team partner has been doing soul searching and leaving me high and dry! I am a man of high demand, and I demand direction! You're a director! DIRECT me." The Director stares blankly for several moments, chewing on the end of his cigar and slowly tilting his hat upwards. Director: "The Rumble. Are you going to win?" Neo rotates his hand, looking at his finger nails and smirks. Neo: "I'd love to win. Forgive me if my priorities are centered around a title I already possess. I care deeply about the prestige and dignity of these titles. The Rumble is something I am very interested in winning, though the opportunity comes to me in the midst of a title defense. Bad luck on my end I suppose. It is in my best interest to do what I must in this Rumble, depending on the number I am given, I will have to adjust my plans accordingly. If I am entered early in the bout, I plan on creating a ruckus. I want people to think of this Rumble and have it be a synonymous thought to Neo Carner. When they think back to June twenty seventh I want them to think." Neo throws his hands out, as if to create a screen and begins to write the words with the pen that is his mouth. Neo: "Hey! That's when Neo Carner eliminated seventeen guys! Or that's when Neo Carner jaw jacked Clay Krueger out of the ring! That was when Neo surprised us all entering in at number one and made it all the way to the end! That's when Neo seized the opportunity as number thirty and proved all of his skeptics wrong! You see, unlike the others who say 'I'm planning to do my best' Neo Carner is promising to you...He is GOING to do his best. I'm planning on making my mark. I'm looking to make an impact on Sunday night! I'm looking to show the Dearly Beloved they there support is justified in me!" The Director arches a brow. Neo: "What? I call my fans the Dearly Beloved. It's...my thing." The Director shrugs, waving his hand at Neo to continue. Neo: "To all of my supporters, if you want Neo Carner to overcome the obstacles and to make the impact you people deserve to see...It's simple. All you have to do is chant two syllables. Yes, just two!" Silence, and then Neo lifts a single finger to count the first syllable and then the second finger for the next. Neo: "Ne-Oh." Neo gives a big grin. Neo: "You tell the world. You look to the person sitting next to you and you yell my name at the top of your lungs! You show the cameras, you show the men in that ring who you want to win! Your cheers, your chants will be the song in my head that motivates me to be the man! The man that leaves a lasting impression in the fans eyes. In my peers eyes. And in the eyes of all of my detractors. I may lose the Rumble. I may lose these titles...But I promise you one thing." Neo closes his eyes, allowing the moment to cool before engaging again. Neo: "June Twenty Seventh will be a night everyone remembers the name Neo Carner." Neo clenches both of his fists, lifting them up if ready to fight the Director right now. Neo: "You can believe that!" Neo nods, giving a confirming look to the Director who follows his role to the Q. Director: "and cut." END |
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| Jo | Jun 26 2010, 01:08 AM Post #9 |
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And in steps Blink, shy and nervous as though wondering if this is the address given to her by Toby at the start of their conversation. Blink: Um… Blink is startled by the sound of a cigar being pushed hard against an ashtray. The director watches his own handiwork before reaching into his inside coat pocket pulling out a slim black case. A quick flick of the thumb and the case opens revealing a line of cigars kept in place by a black elastic band. There’s obviously some missing and the director completely clears up on side of the case by pulling out the last cigar. He snaps the case shut and lifts his head looking toward Blink who looks as though she’s there to beg for scraps, the way her clasped hands hang in front of her chest. The director watches her for a bit before sticking the cigar between his teeth and scratching something along the table beside him. A wooden match now on fire, the director tips the cigar into the flame while breathing in until the tip of his larger cancer stick is smouldering. A few quick puffs before the director gives the match a shake and flicks it down into the ashtray. Following the puffs the director pulls out the cigar and exhumes the grey smoke in the air. Direcotr: Don’t you have your own show to do this on? Blink: What? The director keeps the cigar in between his fingers and looks at Blink as if comparing her acting career to his own film career. No comparison, but he still can’t help but feel the need to treat Blink differently from the rest; as an enemy. Reality TV is slowly killing off the field that is actual filmography. Why pay an actor or hire a director to film something when you can get two drunk idiots to film something with only their cellphone? It’s the way things are going and one of the assaulters to his field stands before him with an expression of uncertainty etched not just on her face but her entire body. Blink: Someone said I should come here and… Feeling this is a huge mistake, Blink silences herself as the director gives her another stare down. He takes in another inhale of his cigar before blowing out again before motioning for her to start. Blink: I’m really sorry, I know I should be doing this on my show but…it’s just that everyone only sees me as some reality show personality. I never wanted to do it in the first place, but Lady Emily insisted because it was the only way she said the company would hire someone like me. The director rolls his eyes not wanting to hear some kind of sob story and gestures once more for her to just get on with it rather than tell him her life’s story. Direcotr: Maybe about the match. I had a few guys come in and say there were going to try their best and one guy come in and say he was going to do his best. Maybe you just choose one of those and leave? Blink doesn’t say anything. The director stares silently before letting out a sigh adjusting himself in his seat. Direcotr: Look, this… An assistant steps in and whispers something in his ear causing the director to nod before continuing as though remembering just now. Direcotr: Nuller guy came in and laid it out flat. He’s going in, he’s trying, he’s not going down easy. So if you were to say something along those lines… Blink: Rick Nuller’s a fool… Direcotr: You might wanna speak up. Blink looks up no longer sending out the aura of nervousness, her eyes seem more of a deadpan expression and speaks with a small smile. Blink: Of course he’s only going to go down fighting. He recognizes his challenge is Anna, not Jenny. He’ll go in there and give it what he can but that’s all he’ll do until he’s eliminated. Direcotr: I take it this is where you say you’ll be the one eliminating him? Blink shakes her head, her smile growing as if there’s something big on her mind and she’s just a few words from expressing the deepest secret in the world. Blink: That’s the beautiful part. By that time I’ll most likely be one of the ones eliminated! A few spurts of laughter from Blink who tries to remain calm as the director sits still letting a trail of smoke drift off the edge of his cigar as it slowly diminishes under it’s own will. Following the thirteen seconds of dead air time, the director once again shifts in his seat ready to let Blink take her leave now that she’s said her peace. Direcotr: Well that’s— Blink: Why should I be like the rest? Why should I only confuse myself by giving myself false hope? “I’ll try my best?” That’s laughable! Because even if I did my greatest I’d only last maybe five, ten minutes at the most and that’s only if I’m really lucky. Me fight Jenny? I don’t deserve that! Not even in a non title environment! And if even by some far off miracle, once in a planetary age I do win, I’ll most likely just screw that up along with everything I’ve ever attempted before now. I mean, why change what’s already working for me, right? It’s as Lady Emily first told me before I came into this place…I’m set for failure. Having calmed down by now, Blink turns and makes her exit off the sound stage leaving the director, his assistant, and the crew alone for a few moments before sending in for the next person. |
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| That Darn Seph | Jun 26 2010, 03:09 AM Post #10 |
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Director: "And Action." Rufus plainly stares into the camera, his eyes hollow and void of any care or concern. He wears a grey suit with a white button up underneath the blazer. He has no tie, the top two buttons undone to reveal a tiny tuft of grey hair. Rufus' hands are at his side, silence for a moment but he breaks it with his deep croon. Rufus: "The Rumble has left an unknown feeling across the landscape of FIW. Leaves many people to wonder who will win, I can only imagine what sensation the person would feel when they throw that final obstacle over the top rope...Perhaps it would feel like 'waking from coma'...The rumble by no means will be over quickly but those final moments would seem so brief. But, it's like a plane crash though...a few minutes away to hit the ground can feel like a lifetime. Awful feeling...being totally helpless as you try to grasp victory by the throat...having no total control with all of those random elements creeping over every shoulder looking to eliminate you...that's how most people spend their lives...slaves to the tyranny of the unknown." Rufus chuckles, tugging at his grey beard and looks directly in the camera as he crosses his arms at his waist. Rufus: "The Brotherhood is on a quest of most importance. A quest for true equality. A quest for the expression of godliness in every person regardless of their race, creed, religion or sexual orientation. We are instinctively drawn to those that look like us, or worse yet, those that look like we wish to look. Both are lies. Neither is a true expression of who any of us are. I wear a mask of honesty not to hide my identity – but to make sure that I am seen. I do not cheat, and I'm bound by my morals to be a man of true equality. I was once a proud and respectable Wrestler, some would say I have earned the right to call myself a Legend. I have slaved night and day to entertain, pulverize and maim men for a piece of paper with my name on it and a few dollars. I have wrestled for thousands, hundreds and sometimes no one. I have wrestled for money, experience and sometimes merely for the pleasure of dismantling a man's existence. To watch a someone writhe in your hands begging for surrender sends chills down my spine." Rufus lifts his hand and extends his index finger to point at his face. Rufus: "You see my face and you know nothing of me. The land of FIW has shunned my legendary status, they treat me like common swine. No, instead of seeing a mask of honesty you deem yourself worthy to see my face. My 'peers' attempt to see what they want to see – they compare, contrast – “He isn't better than I am. He's washed up." See my face and you see my mask. This is a mask of an honest man. This face is my mask. See my mask and you see me, see my message, see what I stand for, see my story. I have spent years paying my dues, I have spent years putting my body through the agony. I have gone the distance and have seen the finish line, I have spit on the faces men claimed were faces to respect. I've seen them all, and I've seen them all vanish without so much as an acknowledgment or care. I have been through this line before, I've waited at the end and made my way to the front only to be pushed aside and let those who don't not deserve the accolades take my glory. I'm tired of waiting for a chance...I' DESERVE overnight success." Rufus growls, his voice growing more passionate with the hatred he feels inside of himself. Being disrespected over the last month has really put a sense of anger in the words of Rufus Harlowe. Rufus: "My life is pain, hate, fear. My mask speaks to that life. My mask of honesty is a gift to the world. My mask is an act of grand generosity! It does not hide as you common people's faces do. What face tells the truth anymore? What face filled with botox and collagen, covered in self-tanner and anti-wrinkle cream is anything but the manifestation of the selfishness of the modern world? Lie to me, cheat me, tell me what I need to hear. Over the last month The Brotherhood, members like Krychek, Chris Cage and myself have been victimized. Has management done anything to justify our mistreatment? No...So the time has come for a change." Rufus chuckles softly. Rufus: "Why do we elevate these heroes who are really the cowards who claim to be champions of equality, yet do nothing to demonstrate what true equality looks like? The Brotherhood am the only one who can destroy society’s masks. We are the only one with the courage, insight and strength to tear off the masks and expose the raw, pink, unsoiled flesh within. Do not ask me to remove my mask – I already have. My mask is my face, and my face is an honest one. This Sunday at the Rumble....the mask of honesty will prevail." Rufus waves his hand, blowing off the director and walks off the set. The Director watches him leave, and shrugs turning the camera off. |
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