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Almost Live: Spin the Wheel, Make The Deal: Felix Red (c) vs. Psycho

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There is no RP limit for this match. The RP deadline WEDNESDAY, December 2nd, 2009 at 11:59pm PST. This is a Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal match for the WFW World Heavyweight championship. Send all angles to wfwnewrestling@gmail.com
 
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The Crimson Idol

(The camera opens upon a masked man. He sits upon his bent and beaten folding throne as the camera pans upon the scars of battle inprinted in his back. On the wall hangs a WFW banner and in front of that is the ominous wheel. He stares at it eight blank spaces deep in thought and after a few minutes shifts his weight and turn him and the chair towards the camera. Psycho smiles staring coldly from under the familiar ? mask)

Psycho: And so it has come to pass. The path to my World Title shot was just a dream a few months ago, People scoffed you included Felix when I said I would do whatever it takes to get a shot. I'd put my body on the line, remained focus and get what should have been mine quite awhile ago.

(He points at his chest)

Psycho: Well now I got what I wanted. I wanted a shot...

(He points that crooked finger at the camera)

Psycho: I wanted a shot at you Felix. I wanted a shot at the world title, one-on-one. Man-to-man, just the two of us. I'm almost there, however not all is perfect.

(He turns and points to the blank wheel)

Psycho: See it's just a matter of the circumstances isn't it Felix. What dastardly rules will we our conflict be fought under.

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: Well I'm not sure, yet I think you know me well enough Felix,

(He taps that crooked finger against his masked skull)

Psycho: I've got a pretty twisted mind Felix, just as you do. I'm not afraid to put my body or your very career on the line. I know you don't have the highest opinion of me or maybe don't respect me at all, The feeling is mutual, however deep down Felix you know one thing about this match....YOU'RE GETTING A FIGHT!!!

(He swing that finger pointing at his chest and towards the camera)

Psycho: See most nights Felix my opponent would have a foot in height or maybe over a hundred pounds of weight on me. Not this time, nope me and you are a lot alike in the ring. Two World Class high-flyers with an absolute vicious streak Not afraid to spill an opponents blood and not afraid to spill our own

(He rubs his hands together eagerly and smiles)

Psycho: Oh yes Felix Red your going to be getting one HELL of a fight. Now I'm sure you going to come out here like you always do. Probably wearing some ratty shorts, sporting those awful dreads, maybe even stuck in a crusty Midcard t-shirt. You'll wax poetic and throw in a few swear words as you run me down, but that's not what it's going to take to walk away with your precious gold....not when we meet this time Felix

(He takes a step forward and stares coldly into the camera and pauses for three seconds before snapping his fingers)

Psycho: And just like that Felix it's going to be over for one of us. Three quick seconds. Oh it's going to be bloody, it's going to be violent, HELL IT"S GOING TO BE EPIC!!!! Yet in the end three seconds will determine if your going to walk out of that match still champion or not. Now the rest of the match time Felix....well that's simple

(He takes a step back and extends his arms so the camera can see the extensive scars upon his chest)

Psycho: I'M THE AMERCAN DANGERMAN, I'M YOUR CRIMSON IDOL....I'M PSYCHO!!!!

(He takes a few steps forward and his eyes narrow towards the camera)

Psycho: The rest of that match time Felix will determine if you walk out of the ring at all.

(He winks at the camera and laughs coldly)

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Almost Live: Spin the Wheel, Make The Deal stips announced!

JONATHAN MARX: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! At Almost Live, Felix Red & Psycho will Spin the Wheel and Make the Deal.. now that each man has officially submitted their four options, the wheel has been set and one of these gruesome options will be the winner!

1. Dr. Strangelove's House of Fun (Felix Red)
2. Steel Cage (enclosed) (Psycho)
3. Barbed wire cage (Felix Red)
4. Barbed wire ropes (Psycho)
5. Scaffold Match of 100 tables (Felix Red)
6. 200 Light Tubes (Psycho)
7. Exploding Cage (Felix Red)
8. Fire Death Match (Psycho)
 
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Spin the Wheel

(The camera opens fixed on the ominous wheel and it's now obscene match-ups printed in blood script lettering. From off camera and a loud laugh can be heard and Psycho enters his hand spiining the wheel violently)

Psycho: WHhhEEEEEE!!!! Look at it spin Felix, Around and around it goes and were she stops....well I don't care.

(He takes a few steps forward as the wheel spins. He stares back head spinning to match the wheel, it slowly comes to a stop....BARBED WIRE CAGE)

Psycho: Well would you look at that Felix...one of yours.

(He smiles)

Psycho: You know I was a little worried Felix. I was wondered what that mind of your would come up with and I was surprised that ot looks like you willing to turn up the violence volume right past ten all the way to eleven Felix. Color me impressed. However...I'm game Felix. It plays right into my hands Nothing on that wheel scares me....hell I consider more then a few of them tame.

(He eagerly rubs his hands together)

Psycho: See Felix I've been pushing the limits of wrestling ever since I turned pro. I knew that if I wanted to be more then just the best cruiserweight wrestler in the world I had to give the fans something to enjoy and still be able to even the playing field with my opponents

(He reaches down into his boot and retrieves a fork)

Psycho: I remember the first time I took this and rammed it into the forehead of my opponent, Tenderizing his scalp like a well aged steak. The smell of the blood, the warmth as it splashed on my chest. The sheer look of horror in my opponents eyes....man....that was good times Felix.

(He steps of camera and you hear the scraping of metal and he returns with his familiar broken throne)

Psycho and then there is this Felix. This chair...a good friend of mine. The very chair I put Doc Silver out of his misery with. Oh how that sounded, the crack of metal on bone.

(He laughs coldly)

Psycho Ever been to batting practice before a baseball game and you hear that ball get hit just right. That perfect sound that you just know means DEEP AND GONE!!!! That's why I keep this chair Felix....it just sounds right when I make contact. So I keep it.

(He sits down and buries his head in his hands)

Psycho: Ah, but enough stories Felix. I forgot...it's Thanksgiving isn't it Felix. Not sure if it's a festive time for you. Not for a guy whose best friends come in bottles and spending time with family means popping one more gelatin capsule. Maybe that explains why your so quiet Felix. I mean were are you? Are you off spending time with your family or should I call WFW officials and check all the local seedy hotels

(he looks up, eyes wide with horror)

Psycho: Or Felix should I call all the locals hospitals and find the one man stricken with dreadlock poisoning. I'd call the morgue....

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: but I don't want a victory that easy....now glory in that now is there. No Felix I don; know were you are and I don't care....I don't care what stipulation this match is fought under....I only care about one thing

(He points that crooked finger at the camera)

Psycho: I want your title Felix....and I'm coming for it. as for when and how?

(He stands and casually walks by the wheel and gives it a spin)

Psycho: Round and round she goes Felix...where she stops...

(The camera closes on the spinning wheel)

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it's chilly out....

(CUEUP: “Ego Death” by A Place to Bury Strangers….)

(CUTTO: Black and white footage of Felix Red, sitting in the woods at an arboretum, somewhere in New England. It’s chilly out, he’s huddled up in a black hoodie and tattered jeans, looking thoughtful and somewhat discouraged, taking occasional sips off a can of “JOOSE” energy drink/malt liquor combo, his newest celebrity endorsement….)

FELIX: This record keeps skipping…

The past is never quite far enough behind us, and the future is unfolding and falling to ridiculous pieces before our very eyes….I have seen the true face of Gamma-O, and have been predictably underwhelmed. I am no stranger to madness and the whimsical nature of space-time.

I have also seen the true face of evil, and given it a brief kiss on the cheek, and patted its silly head. I have met God, and offered him a line, which he accepted before dropkicking me off his cloud, sending me plummeting back to earth.

Not quite hell. Not quite not hell, either…

Were hardwired to fill little family roles in social circles. And this was especially true with LOVE – my father was absentee, my mother died, I was looking for replacements – But I probably wasn’t the only one. Weird that in all the time we spent together, I never asked about any of your families….Now that I think about it, I’m don’t think I ever asked you to tell me about yourself at all, Psycho…

So what do I need to know now? Well, you were a student of the late-great Hellion, you used to be WFW champion way back before you weren’t. You’re all into blood and violence and pain and you don’t care if you get hurt ‘cause you’re hardcore and so on and so on. One thing I almost respect about you, is, well...think about the likes of Anarky and Golem, who also like violent things, are constantly moaning about how that makes them such awful people but they can’t help it because they’re reflections of this damaged society and blublublahblah….Dr. Horrible’s f(bleep)king Wrestlingeek.com blog….Over and over, tens of thousands of times. Oh…those silly people we delude ourselves into thinking we are.

You don’t seem like you’ve ever thought very hard about yourself, Psycho. You’re not concerned with the socio-cultural implications of yourself. You merely are. I’m not sure if that’s a strength or a weakness.

For the here and now….I suppose it’s both. I like my psychobabble, speaking in riddles, attacking my opponents’ identity before I do the head-kicky thing, but how do I play mind games with someone in a state of perpetual gnostic no-mind? Like a frenzied, ritual trance. Like a speedball. Like the moments of an orgasm. It’s like you’re always and never unconscious. You’re awake, and you’re moving around – but there is no you, or at least there isn’t as much of you are there is of the rest of us…

You don’t really need to speak or think, the way the rest of us do. The violence is really all that matters to, and about you.

Meaning, you have no charisma, hence our shared-membership of Team Midcard.

Your mental non-existence means you have no psychological weaknesses, but your entire nature is one big liability against itself.

This isn’t me insulting you, this isn’t me calling you washed up, this is just the cold unforgiving reality – like a chair to the head, like a fork to the forehead, like the sound your neck makes when you botch one-too-many high spots…The bulb that burns most brightly burns half as long. Your lust for violence, which borders on psychosexual and a little creepy, may be strong as ever. But the real reason it took you so long to get back in the world title picture is your body’s held together with flimsy aluminum rods and electrical tape.

If you don’t walk away from this one, Psycho...Afterwards, I’ll add you to the list of storied careers I’ve ended. I’ll talk about how I, once and for all, destroyed the mighty American Dangerman. To impress groupies. To intimidate future opponents. I will say these things. But chances are, I’ll be lying. Chances are, if you can’t eat or breathe without the use of machinery after this, if you’re reduced to a useless cyborg, it’ll probably be your own fault. Because you didn’t know when to walk away. When enough was enough. When it was time to stop testing the limits….

…..Well, that’s probably not true either.

Probably, the truth is you already know you should’ve stopped pushing your luck a long time ago. But you don’t care. That, I actually do kind of admire.

That part of you actually wants to die in the ring, I can respect….You might be suicidal, but not out of narcissistic self-pity. Because you know you’re gonna die anyway, and you might as well go out on a high note, or should I say, high spot….

But none of that makes you capable of beating me.

You’re not faster than me. You’re not stronger than me. You’re definitely not smarter than me. You’re not even more dangerous than me.

Not only am I still young, spry, and resilient, but so much money’s been invested in my marketability, I can do pretty much whatever I want without suffering meaningful consequences. It only looks like I’m some sort of daredevil. Something happens to me, they’ll hire Gregory f(bleep)king House to come and patch me up to make sure I can get up and do it all again next weekend. And it only hurts for a little while. It’s just a place in time.

It only looks like I’m taking risks. I don’t care about the consequences, but it wouldn’t make a difference if I did. There basically aren't any.

Meanwhile, there’s you, Psycho, and…..I mean…cripes, do you even have health insurance?

You want a lot of blood and gore. You want a lot of pain and weapons and explosions and whatever. You want to look up at who ever shows up to visit you in the hospital, and though your jaw will be wired ****, maybe you can write on a piece of paper - “I came sooooo close….”

You want a legacy?

You’ve come to the right place, spunky.

You want to be champion?

Don’t get your f(bleep)king hopes up….

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analyze a Psycho?

(The camera opens again upon the ominous wheel, this time it lays flat on the ground slowly spinning in a circle. Sitting atop it in his broken throne sits Psycho. He stares down watching it slowly come to a stop. RING OF FIRE!!! The camera pans back up to Psycho with a broad smile on his face)

Psycho: Can you imagine that Felix? I bet your not the type who even enjoys a warm sunny day, but can you imagine the two of us staring each other eye-to-eye right before they set the ropes on fire?

(Psycho removes his shirt and shows a wrinkled patch of skin on his shoulder)

Psycho: I sure can. Oh the possibilities are endless aren't they Felix? I tell yes, the whole thought of it just gets my blood pumping.

(He stands and casts the chair to the side slowly walking off the wheel)

Psycho: I knew going it this little back and forth between the two of us that eventually the subject of LOVE would come up. That little stable Anarky called me on the phone one day to join. You know I find it funny Felix. Here you are coming of as a man who thinks he knows me, even has a little respect for me, but I'm pretty sure you the same guy in the past who said I was just a fool you and Wells tossed beer can at.

(he shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: I know you want allot of things in life Felix, but you can't have it both ways. I know...I know your they type of man who wants his alcohol and his pills too, but that doesn't;t work the same way in life. No Felix I'm pretty sure that deep down you think I'm just a fool like all of your other opponents. A dangerous fool, probably more to himself, but now that your title is on the line, pardon me if I take your words with a grain of salt or as you prefer them...a line of coke.

(He points that crooked finger towards the camera)

Psycho: But don't get ahead of yourself Felix. I know your mind is a little diluted at times, but if you think for a second your the guy that's going to put my career down for the count. Well sorry Felix...you as usual give yourself too much credit. You might be the boy who destroys your world, but your not taking me out...not for a second. Bigger men then you have tried...BETTER men then you have tried...yet here I stand. I'm kinda more like how you really see me....a large annoying cockroach that for some reason man just can't get rid of.I bet you see even see me crawling out of your skin at night just before you pass out

(He pauses for a moment, before holding up his hand in disagreement)

Psycho: Yet I do give you credit for trying Felix....using that mind of yours to try and tell the world just how you see me. Yet let me correct you on a few things....I wasn't a student of Hellion, I just happen to be his brother...part of one of the most successful families in wrestling history. Defeating you Felix won't give me a legacy....

(Psycho cocks his head and smiles wide)

Psycho: It'll just add to it. See doesn't that explain things....the blood, the violence...the gold. When you grow up like I did....these are just things expected of you and what do you know...I went out to get my own. I guess in the end....that's what it's all about I didn't set my eyes on you Felix those months ago...I set my eyes on the title....the WFW title. Not just to get back what I once had, but yo AGAIN do something for the first time in the WFW...I want to unite the belts as well,

(He again pauses for a moment)

Psycho: Yeah imagine that Felix...I know that it's hard for you to comprehend, but there are things in this world that don't revolve around you. I'll say it again....I'm not doing this for my legacy Felix...I'm coming for the title. Adding your name to the list of victims...

(He snaps his fingers loudly)

Psycho: Well I guess we do have something in common after all. So d me a favor Felix....don;t try and know me. Don't try and analize me,,,,don;t even try talking out your ass just for your own amusement. Take good care for that belt...keep it nice and safe....snap those family photos you want with it for the future and wait....

(He steps closer towards the camera)

Psycho: Wait as the days count down to bell time. Wait as you watch your time slip by and wait till you hear that magic sound....

1!

2!

3!


Cause that's all it's going to take Felix for me to walk out of the ring with your belt

(He makes a motion of the belt around his waist)

Psycho: Not for Legacy Felix....not even for all of the Glory....just because I can. For me this has really nothing to do with you...fate just stuck you with something I want.

(He stares coldly into the camera and winks)

Psycho: and when all hell breaks loose in that ring....I'm going to take it. After all....I don't believe in hope.

(He laughs loudly and walks off)

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the playground of anti-reality

(CUTTO: Felix Red, slouched against the wall in a locker room somewhere in Nowhere, staring down at some sloppily dispersed tarot cards...He's wearing a faded "LOVE" logo T-shirt and black workout pants, with the world title belt hanging around his neck like a noose...In gross black ink, on the belt, is written "DRUGS.")

FELIX: I swear....Sometimes you people bore me so much, it makes me want to drink bleach and eat paint chips....

Listen, Psycho, I think this time we can dispense with the usual theatrics and posturing. You don't need to convince me that you like blood and violence and pain and sh(bleep). I know you're all about it. So am I. We've both built our entire livelihood, if not our identities, around blood and violence and pain and sh(bleep). This is who we are.

And this is not who we are.

Do I think you're a fool to throw beer cans at? Of course I do. In fact, looks like you've got more beer cans to the head coming your way soon....But so what? It's not that I think you're stupid, Psycho. You ARE stupid. And if we were about to face off in an academic triathlon, that would matter.

Do I think I'm going to end your career? Maybe, but probably not. Like I said, if you're a cripple after this thing, I'll take the credit. But really, I think you're going to end your career. And not just because you're stupid - because your very nature precludes a long lifespan...

I take calculated risks. You take risks for the sake of taking risks. This has a lot to do with why I'm champion, and you're um...well....

Lemme put it this way - you haven't said this out loud, and I don't expect you to, but there's a lot more at stake here for you than there is for me. It took you years to get back in the world title picture, Psycho. Years. And if you fall short this time, which you will, it will take you years to climb back out of midcard oblivion, once again.

But you don't have years.

We are not invincible, Psycho. We are fragile creatures. It only takes one slip, one second, and (runs a finger across his throat) You're not a cockroach. You won't survive any nuclear holocaust. When the world ends, so do you.

You're fading, Psycho. You're one or two more injuries away from retirement and then, probably financial ruin. You're a casualty of the wrestling industry in waiting...

While nothing is ever certain, odds are this is your last, or almost last chance to bathe in the healing spotlight for...just....a....little....bit....longer....And for you, it is worth gambling your health, your career, your life, because behind the hate, the barbarism, and the mask, there is nothing else...

So, yeah, you're a total fraud. Not that it makes you special....

It's not just about violence. It's about the hubris of presuming that a life defined by violence and glory mongering isn't completely wasted. You know more carnage isn't going to validate your existence, but you think another title run might...Because, like I said, you're kind of stupid.

As for me...living breathing comic book anti-hero world champion...garbage man...billionaire philanthropist...crack whore...takes different strokes, y'know? It's all in what happens to work for the individual at the moment.

This belt doesn't define me. I define this belt. You need this belt to define you - that is, you need me to define you. Because of that, you're just so much weaker, and so utterly doomed....

Not that I expect you to listen to any of this. It's like when the worst alcoholic drug addict you know is telling you to slow down. He's absolutely right, but you ignore him because he's drunk. You're not going to have your moment of clarity until riiight before the Ecstasy of the Agony on an exploding barbed wire whatever rips a few of your intestines loose....

It is a game of chance, of fate, but not the way you think and it goes on after the wheel stops spinning the first time...Does Psycho live or die? Does Psycho ever walk again? Can Psycho take another concussion without winding up in a coma or however that works?

Now, will Psycho ever be WFW champion again? That's got nothing to do with fate.

Random probability, Psycho. Chaos. You think I'm entering your world of gleeful savagery and agony. This is not the case. When nothing is true and everything is possible - it's my playground of anti-reality...And you're about to climb across the monkey bars of epic failure. To frolic in the jungle gym of disappointment. To tumble down the slippery slide, where at the bottom, you crash into the spectacular, noisy undoing of your tawdry dreams....

(raises the victory symbol, and grins at the camera)

EEEEEEE!

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Change in your reality

(The camera opens in a darkened Freedom Hall. a low spot light shines on the ring as the ominous wheel now hangs about it ready for it's fateful spin. A shadow crosses the ring and leans against the corner turnbuckle, the spotlight casts his way)

Psycho (shielding his eyes) Could you turn that down a little.

(The light softens and the masked face of Psycho stares ahead, he pauses for a second before his hands explode in mock applause)

Psycho: Bravo Felix...bravo. Finally the real you comes out. I know you well enough. You think everyone is beneath you. You hold the whole world in contempt. You think every opponent is stupid...a joke. I'm just THAT guy right now. Most people who have a match with you, don't just want to win the match, they want to win the war of words as well

(He shakes his head)

Psycho: Well that's not me...you can't do that with Felix Red, he just says what he wants to hear. Ignore him, move on to your objective and mine is pinning your shoulders to the mat. That's how I take your title away Felix....that's how I make your words absolutely meaningless in the long run.

(He pauses again and chuckles)

Psycho: Not that you don't do a good job of that yourself Felix. You seem to think it took me YEARS to get this title shot Felix, but your wrong, I don't know maybe you huffed some paint last night.... and have suddenly lost sense of your own time and space or maybe you just like putting your false reality out there and hope the fan boys eat it up....

(He sighs loudly)

Psycho: Well I'm not one of them....I don't believe the hype or the lie that is Felix Red....look it's simple even for you Felix. It's only been a few months since the WFW and New Era merger. That's when I decided it was time for me to once again become WFW Champion. In the past as a member of LOVE the checks rolled in, the merchandise sold fine and I gotta admit I was happy just coasting, but I knew it would blow up sooner or later. That there would come time for all of us to fend for ourselves. Did I think the whole league would go down....NO....but now that's it's back....so am I!!!! Hasn't been years Felix, but sometimes when I listen carefully to you...it seems that way

(He leans back and climbs atop the top turnbuckle)

Psycho: See you have an ego Felix...a great one...you don't define that belt...you don't define me. I'm a wrestler Felix....hardcore, violent and extreme one at that, but in the end just a wrestler...as are you. As a wrestler he can make himself standout in many ways....you...well I think I've pretty much explained what I think of you, and me....well you've told every who will listen just who you THINK Psycho is....at least the man standing here, At the end of the day were both just wrestlers Felix and the way wrestlers standout is to become a champion ...to have the gold around his waist and signal I'm the man in the spotlight. Right now that happens to be you Felix, but soon....

(He points at his chest)

Psycho: It will be me...I didn't chase down the title to beat Felix Red....you just happen to be in possession of it. As you've said, violence defines me...brutality defines me...VICTORY Will define me Felix, but you, you don't define me....you Felix are just a man with a title and name. Your to be added to the history books and I can't wait to write down your name...after all

(He smiles)

Psycho: History is written by the winners

(He laughs loudly and a confident smile spreads across his face)

Psycho: Lastly Felix would you stop going on about my career, You seem obsessed with my body. How I'm just one more move, one more highspot....one last match away from being broke and homeless. Well Felix that's just the fool in you talking. You think you know the man you see here in the ring...me Psycho....and you do...you got him down pat....violent....reckless....brutal and dangerous.

(He shakes his head in disagreement)

Psycho: Yet you have no clue of the man behind the mask Felix....I've let you and the rest of the wrestling world see what I want....that's why I wear this mask. I come from one of the most successful families in wrestling...I'm in great physical shape....I've been doing this for ten years since I was fifteen...I'm nowhere being done. Your spreading a myth...a lie and a falsehood Felix

(He shrugs his shoulders)

Psycho: I'm not sure why....maybe it's something you need to tell yourself....it reassuring isn't it....thinking that your opponent is just on the edge of oblivion...well I'm not. And Felix even you aren't good enough to push me over.

(He snaps his fingers three times in a row)

Psycho: However that is your future reality Felix. 1...2...3 and I'm Champion. It's as simple as that....sure you can shout to the world...say whatever you want to try and convince yourself differently, but it won't matter. When it's all said and done...yes it will be brutal....yes it will be violent....yes I'm Psycho

(He points that crooked finger at his chest)

Psycho: YOUR new WFW CHAMPION!!!!!

(He hops down from the turnbuckle and stands center ring)

Psycho: This isn't a playground Felix....no monkey bars...no jungle gym....not even the hint of a dream. But there is a slide that ends in defeat something your just a heartbeat away from ....go ahead try and deny it....call me some more names....shape whatever reality you need to get by once the drugs wear off

(He points down at the canvas)

Psycho: Just bring the WFW Title here Felix....were I can pin your shoulders to the mat...take what I want....and leave a Champion. That's my reality and soon it will be yours.

(He pats his shoulder)

Psycho: That belt will be resting right here Felix..it's just three quick seconds Felix....if you don't won't to suffer....don't struggle, it doesn't have to be painful...doesn't have to hurt at all....

(He smiles coldly)

Psycho: But I'm willing to oblige if you insist.

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Buzzer shot!

(CUTTO: Felix Red, spiral wrestling tights, “Star Fu<king Hipsters: Allergic to people” T-shirt, big gaudy Bono sunglasses, world title belt over his shoulder, looking at the floor and shaking his head backstage before Almost Live….There’s a little TV, with a paused screen of Psycho’s last promo on a fold out table nearby…)

FELIX: I’m sorry….I’m really sorry….

But you sound so much, exactly like, tens of thousands of others, Psycho. You’re a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy….And I can only look through you. Not past, but through. Like a promise I already know won’t be kept. Like a slick, well produced advertisement for a product I know can never fill the need they claim it can….Like a whore, who acts like she likes you, but really, she’s hated every man she’s ever met ever since her uncle molested her, or whatever….

Your problem is you’re too oblivious to realize how hollow you really are.

Your problem is you’re so stupid, you actually think you can intimidate me at all, much less by pointing out the very, very obvious. Maybe I’ve been giving you a little too much credit….See, here’s my thing….

(turns to the DVR, and clicks the play button)

PSYCHO: “Bravo Felix...bravo. Finally the real you comes out. I know you well enough. You think everyone is beneath you. You hold the whole world in contempt. You think every opponent is stupid...a joke.”

(pause)

Um….well, most of the time, yeah….

(play)

“I'm just THAT guy right now.”

Yup. Pretty much. This is supposed to be news to someone? This is your big epiphany? Your big eureka moment?

You still don’t get it. I know you’re a violent man. A very violent man. And I know you want to be champion. Very much.

And I….don’t…..care…..At…..All.

After all this time, do you really think I’m afraid of getting hurt? Have you noticed that I haven’t made any threats regarding all the horrible things I’m about to take great pleasure in inflicting upon the mangled, scarred up, ugly, walking but-soon-to-be-not so walking carcass that is you? Y’know why? Because I know you’re not afraid of getting hurt, and I don’t like wasting my time…I’ve just implied that maybe, just this once, maybe you should be afraid of getting hurt…

Once you’re cut deeply enough, you don’t feel the pain anymore. I get that. But just because adrenaline, or numbness can take the feeling away, doesn’t mean your back can unbreak itself.

Have you been working your way up to this moment, tonight, for years? There are some big blotches in my memory, but you weren’t WFW champion this year. Or the year before that. Or the year before that. Or the year before that. And I’m fairly sure you weren’t world champion anywhere, or received an opportunity to become one, anywhere.

And you seriously expect anyone to believe the reason for this has something to do with your tenure in LOVE? And I’m the one who’s deluding himself?

You don’t have to beat the world title to own it. You have to beat the champion, who is me. Tonight, I am your world. Your reality. Tonight, you’re defined only by me…For anywhere between 10 and 20 minutes, later this evening, for you, God, the devil, Xenu, Allah, Eris, will all exist…..and they will all look quite a lot like me.

You’re right again, Psycho. I do think I know who you are. I think you’re a dumb, talentless, misery-mongering attention whore in a stupid looking mask. I think you’re cannon fodder. And I think you’re screwed.

Because reckless abandon and blood-lust alone won’t save you. Empty bravado won’t save you. Every foreign object and weapon in Louisville won’t be enough…

You make everything sound so simple, when this is a world of infinite possibilities…An infinite number of ways I can make you suffer…Tens of thousands of different alternate universes in which I can revel in your epic failure…

I mean...(quote marks) "Psycho." That was really the best you could come up with? Do you have any creativity whatsoever?...(shakes his head)..ugh. (walks off)

(FTB)
 
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Time for a Fight

(The camera opens backstage in Freedom Hall. In the quiet of his dressing room Psycho sits dressed early and ready to go. The early roar of the crowd can be heard as the card is run down. Names are announced and they are cheered, other booed, but as the Main Event is run down the sound seems to blend together in a mixture of both. Psycho sits staring at his hands for a moment and looks up)

Psycho: I wonder if your just like me right now Felix. Are you siting back there staring at your hands like me. Are the shaking? Are you nervous? Scared? Worried...I guess it doesn't matter...even if you were you'd never admit it. Not the great Felix Red, but deep down as you said we're mere flesh and bone...it's in there....I just need to dig deep enough to find it.

(He looks up and stares into the camera)

Psycho: Because Felix if the best you can do is play back my words in the vain attempt to make a point well it's lost on not just me, but everyone. I know your not afraid of getting hurt..hell we're wrestlers....that's part of the job.

(he points that crooked finger at the camera)

Psycho: That's why from the very beginning, yeah I've told you this was going to be violent, but I've also told you that your going to get beat. That's what really gets your attention....that's what you really fear.

(He laughs)

Psycho: Getting hurt, nature of the the beast, but losing...well nobody likes that Felix...and this I know is true about you just like everybody else....and yes that includes me.

(He points that finger back at the camera)

Psycho: However your wrong about that title...while it might be around your waist...you don;t own it...right now it's up for grabs....it's slipped from your fingers the very second you signed your name for this match...sure you don't see it and sure you'd never admit it, but Felix it's gone....sure it won't be after the refs hand his for the third time that reality will finally hit you, but it it will happen.

(He smiles wide and seems almost calm)

Psycho: and the reason why this will happen this conclusion you never considered finally did? Because Felix...I'm Psycho....

(let's loose a loud crazy laugh)

Psycho: and I'm the one man who is crazy enough to do it. So it's good to see you finally be yourself Felix...that dismissive prick who all of us in LOVE wondered if we've find dead in a hotel room every morning. I like that about you...that's one of the things about this match I'm looking forward to the most....

(He pauses and the smile leaves his face)

Psycho: I can wait to knock every inch of that cocky prick down to the match and pin him...1...2...3. Because like I said....that's jow you really get to Felix Red....you can't make him admit failure

(His lips curls slightly)

Psycho: You hold up the mirror to his face and after you make sure he's still breathing...you let him see the cold reality of his sad exsistance.

(He stands and takes a deep breath)

Psycho: Because...that's what I'm going to do. I'm The American Dangerman....I'm The Crimson Idol....I'm Psycho....

(He points that crooked finger at the camera and lifting his thumb across his neck in a cut-throat gesture)

Psycho: and I'm the new WFW Champion. Bring your best Felix...I'LL FEND IT OFF!!!!

Bring me your worst....I'll ENJOY IT ALL!!!!

give me the dirtiest fight and the bloodiest battle you got Felix....because THAT IS WHAT I LOVE!!!

(He looks at the camera one last time)

Psycho: Above all bring me that title...TONIGHT IT WILL BE MINE!!!!

<FTB>
 

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