View Full Version : Get Me Some

04-10-02, 12:48 PM
(CUT TO: A far-angle shot of a nice but unpretentious living room-- white rug, white couch, etc. Various trophies and title belts line the walls, as do different photographs. Dotting the floor are a variety of action figures-- mostly from the NFW-- and toy trucks. The camera turns and zooms in to another couch, perpendicular to the other. Seated in the couch, clad in an all-black singlet with matching moon boots is Wild(5)Star. Seated next to him is his wife, Miss Karen. Seated in her lap, in a karate gei, is "The Little Ninja" Kyle, WildStar's son, who is preoccupied with his Shane Southern doll.)

WILDSTAR: Yeah, it's been a while since I've come out here to talk to all of you... (WildStar pounds his fist on his chest) The millions of people across the nation who tune in weekly to see the greatest athletes in the world compete against each other in an effort to see who the best man is. Y'see, I've been a busy man... (Kyle throws his toy down and Miss Karen picks it up.) For the past, oh, 10 years or so, I've traveled every inch of this globe to do what I love to do best... and that's wrestle. When the lights go down and my music goes up... I can't even begin to explain how I FEEL inside. And that energy and that feeling inside me gets even bigger when I walk down the aisle and step into the squared circle and I square off against my opponent... It's just a feeling that I live for. It's the best feeling in the world.

But you see, the past few years, I've also come to have a similar feeling. When I got married and when we gave birth to The Little Ninja here ('Star pats Kyle on the head.)... well, I don't think I have to explain that to any of you. When you hold your son in the air, when you hear him say the word Dad for the first time... I can't explain what THAT does to you, either. It's the best feeling in the world.

I've had 10 years chasing one feeling... and the past few months, I've decided that it's been time to chase the other. I've wrestled on every continent but Antarctica... I've met world leaders, I've performed in front of kings and queens... and I've been the best in the world on more than one occassion. But now... My wife and my kid are the most important things to me now. The feeling I get when I'm on this couch and Kyle cuddles up next to me and we watch the Phils play... that's what I want more than anything else right now.

(The camera zooms in on 'Star, whose face turns serious.)

But that doesn't mean that I'm not still who I am. You see, I was BORN to be a wrestler. I was MADE to be a wrestler. All my life, this is what I've known. In fact, I wasn't made to just be a wrestler... I was made to be the BEST wrestler in the world... this sport's only (does the FIVE STAR HAND GESTURE) FIVE STAR TALENT. And you can't shake that, no matter how hard you try.

I look at this league, the NFW... it's a great league. I've got a lot of respect for Craig Miles, a man I've done battle with. I've got a lot of respect for Quentin Sullivan. They know how to RUN a league. When I was busy acting up, trying to push my weight around... well, they saw too it that I didn't get too far out of line. I've got a lot of respect for our current world champion, Shane Southern, someone who might also one-day earn my much-coveted ranking. Rick Ryckonic, who despite his advanced age, is determined to be the best. The Showstoppers. Hell Machine. Adrenaline. The list goes on and on of people in this league who are something special.

What I do NOT have any respect for is the list of people who do nothing but make this sport a mockery. You see, I haven't always been a fan favorite. I've come out here and made fun of the fans and I've come out here and tried to embarrass my opponents... I haven't always been the nicest guy in the world. But there hasn't been a day in my life where I haven't busted my tail and given it all I have. I've constantly given a (does the FIVE STAR HAND GESTURE) FIVE STAR EFFORT night in, night out. And there's a host of people getting NFW pay-stubs who DON'T do that... who try and take short-cuts to the top... who don't spend their time in the gyms but spend their times plotting out ways to decieve one another. There's a lot of good in the NFW but there's also a lot of bad... and if this league is going to live up to its potential and become the greatest in the world, than someone has to make sure that the right side wins.

One of those people is a newcomer to the NFW but not a newcomer to half-assing it and trying to cheat his way to the top. "Showtime" Shawn Matthews, you thought you had it allll figured out, right? Calvin Carlton, that scumbag, stooges off to you about me? About how I was going to take some time off to spend with my family? About how I wasn't going to be around much? You thought you could take ME out and get over on me... you thought you could brag and brag and brag about being the one man who destroyed the pound-for-pound greatest athlete this sport has ever seen.

Well, Matthews, you THOUGHT wrong. Y'see, kid, I've got a REAL piece for you now. If I'm going to bring this league to where it belongs, if I'm going to take the New Frontier to the Next Level... than I'm going to have to take some people out along the way. I never liked you, Matthews. You're a loudmouthed punk who can't back up what he says... and I'm just the man who is going to come and stick a moon boot right in your rot-toothed face. You call yourself Showtime? You say you're all there is? Well, punk, you're going to see that not only are you wrong about that... but there's only one man here who is worth... (does the FIVE STAR HAND GESTURE) FIVE STARS. (FTB)

04-15-02, 12:54 AM
(FADEIN to a night club. A camera pans up from behind, and Shawn Matthews is seen grinding on a girl. He pushes her aside and the camera follows him into a quieter room..)

SHAWN MATTHEWS: Wildstar, yeah it's been a while since you did an interview. Well I'll tell you what's been a while... it's been a while since I kicked your (BLEEP). You know, I'm sick of hearing about your family. I don't give a crap about your kid. He doesn't mean anything to me, and chances are, he doesn't mean anything to each and every one of those fans that sits in those seats. They don't come to hear some sob story about how you're thinking about packing up your balls and going home. They want someone to come out here and tell it like it is. People don't like me, and that's exactly how I like it. I don't need to hear their cheers in order to sleep better at night time. I don't need to have my face on posters and on the cover or magazines. I only care about myself, and that's the only way you're going to get ahead in this sport. It takes a lot to get the fans to like you, but it takes a whole hell of a lot more to get those same fans to hate you.... and I do it, just by being myself. I haven't been around this sport in a number of years until recently, and yeah... I've done some growing up, but what it comes down to is that I have some unfinished business in this sport. I never won the big prize and I never become the star I was supposed to be all along. Well guess what? I'm gonna use YOU, to make a name for ME! I'll do whatever it takes, Wildstar. I'll come after you, I'll come after your wife, and if need be... I'll come after that little piss-ant, Kyle. I have no morals, and I will win by any means necessary. And when it's all said and done, you won't leave this sport on your own free-will. When you're in a hospital bed, and your doctor tells you it's over... just remember this forewarning. You can give it up now, or you can do the stupid thing.... TRY ME! And Wildstar, I've got a gesture for you (Flips the camera the middle finger)