Chain Reaction 6: Rocko Daymon vs. Perfection
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
Dying Perfectly
FADE IN...
[Perfection is sitting in a high-back chair in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve dress shirt. He has a glass of a red wine in his right hand. Perfection leans back into the chair looking dead center in the camera]
Rocko...Rocko...Rocko. Ever hear that saying don't write checks you can't cash? Listen, I get that you were a superstar, trust me I get it because I am one, a Perfect one. I get that in that mind of yours you are coming into IWF as the big dog.
As far as I am concerned we aren't even in the same bracket of talent. We aren't in the same bracket as far as physique goes. We aren't in the same bracket on any scale!
I sit at the top of this company, I sit where you never will. And do you know why Rocko?
Because unlike you these Perfect shoulders have never, will never, can never be put to the canvas. Unlike you I have the attention of every single person in those damn seats.
[He swirls the wine in the glass]
I am a household name...people walk into the arena looking for a Perfect match from the Perfect athlete, and I deliver.
Time...
And time...again.
Where have you been, Rock? What have you been doing other than being down on your luck? Let's put it into a perspective you may just understand.
[Perfection points at the camera]
You are so stricken for money, you are so desperate for any attention you came to the indies. I mean...Jesus f-cking Christ is that pathetic.
[Perfection shakes his head taking a small sip of the wine]
Think about it Rocko, you were at the top and you really honestly answered a call from a start up organization that you have no stock in? That you really could care if it flops or not?
All for a paycheck, like a whore.
And not a Perfect one at that.
You can say you are doing it for the fans but really what justice are you really doing for them other than walking your washed up ass to the ring and trying to compete with fresh athletes. The best part is your first actual match here you decide to take on the Perfect, most amazing wrestler in IWF.
You can threaten bums like Mr Wrestling or Stephen Waltz. You can do that to some person that respects you or even fears you.
I don't respect or fear you, Rocko. If tomorrow you decided to retire, I would be unaffected, the majority of the wrestling community would be unaffected.
[Perfection leans forward in the chair his left hand resting on his knee]
Simply because you haven't had impact in years, you haven't been Perfect.
Don't have the charisma, the style, the technique, you don't even have the look.
You're a desolate ship that needs to finally sink.
[He crosses his legs]
Look at what I have done in a seven shows. I have become the hottest most envied wrestler in this company if not this side of the country.
The fans don't jeer at me because they think I am a bad wrestler. They jeer at me because in their eyes they will never be me, they envy what they can never and will never have. Inherently they love me, Rocko.
I draw people, I put asses in seats. Your name hasn't been on the marquee of this company MINE has. The internet forums don't spit your name out when they mention IWF, they talk Perfection. The owner Cho, his lap dog Morti, and Paz don't cater to your every need.
[He points to himself]
They cater to mine.
Because without me this company dies, this company has nothing. They didn't need you, the fans were unmoved when they found out your schedule suddenly changed at The Experience.
I did them a selfless service, saved them the train wreck of you in a ring unable to keep up with a punk like Vizier.
You can't even respond fast enough to me popping you in the head with a tire iron as my less than capable brother tries to get your autograph.
And yet you are ignorant enough to say putting your lights out at The Experience was the worst mistake I could have made?
[Perfection laughs hard]
Give me a break.
You see what I did to the “champ” last week? I took his damn leg out, you remember what I did to you, I put your ass out and sent you packing.
If that means I have to do it again this week, then I do it again this week until the point is drilled in that mind of yours that you are unwanted!
A damn plaque to the locker room, one that we need to quarantine off until it vanishes. You called me out, I answered, you say you want to take me on, so be it. But when I beat you in a Perfect fashion up, down, inside, and out of that ring maybe you'll get the hint.
[He smirks and takes a small sip from the wine]
You as a person may think your name is “Undying”.
But your wrestling career was pulled off life support years ago.
And I will prove that, Perfectly.
FADEOUT
FADE IN...
[Perfection is sitting in a high-back chair in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve dress shirt. He has a glass of a red wine in his right hand. Perfection leans back into the chair looking dead center in the camera]
Rocko...Rocko...Rocko. Ever hear that saying don't write checks you can't cash? Listen, I get that you were a superstar, trust me I get it because I am one, a Perfect one. I get that in that mind of yours you are coming into IWF as the big dog.
As far as I am concerned we aren't even in the same bracket of talent. We aren't in the same bracket as far as physique goes. We aren't in the same bracket on any scale!
I sit at the top of this company, I sit where you never will. And do you know why Rocko?
Because unlike you these Perfect shoulders have never, will never, can never be put to the canvas. Unlike you I have the attention of every single person in those damn seats.
[He swirls the wine in the glass]
I am a household name...people walk into the arena looking for a Perfect match from the Perfect athlete, and I deliver.
Time...
And time...again.
Where have you been, Rock? What have you been doing other than being down on your luck? Let's put it into a perspective you may just understand.
[Perfection points at the camera]
You are so stricken for money, you are so desperate for any attention you came to the indies. I mean...Jesus f-cking Christ is that pathetic.
[Perfection shakes his head taking a small sip of the wine]
Think about it Rocko, you were at the top and you really honestly answered a call from a start up organization that you have no stock in? That you really could care if it flops or not?
All for a paycheck, like a whore.
And not a Perfect one at that.
You can say you are doing it for the fans but really what justice are you really doing for them other than walking your washed up ass to the ring and trying to compete with fresh athletes. The best part is your first actual match here you decide to take on the Perfect, most amazing wrestler in IWF.
You can threaten bums like Mr Wrestling or Stephen Waltz. You can do that to some person that respects you or even fears you.
I don't respect or fear you, Rocko. If tomorrow you decided to retire, I would be unaffected, the majority of the wrestling community would be unaffected.
[Perfection leans forward in the chair his left hand resting on his knee]
Simply because you haven't had impact in years, you haven't been Perfect.
Don't have the charisma, the style, the technique, you don't even have the look.
You're a desolate ship that needs to finally sink.
[He crosses his legs]
Look at what I have done in a seven shows. I have become the hottest most envied wrestler in this company if not this side of the country.
The fans don't jeer at me because they think I am a bad wrestler. They jeer at me because in their eyes they will never be me, they envy what they can never and will never have. Inherently they love me, Rocko.
I draw people, I put asses in seats. Your name hasn't been on the marquee of this company MINE has. The internet forums don't spit your name out when they mention IWF, they talk Perfection. The owner Cho, his lap dog Morti, and Paz don't cater to your every need.
[He points to himself]
They cater to mine.
Because without me this company dies, this company has nothing. They didn't need you, the fans were unmoved when they found out your schedule suddenly changed at The Experience.
I did them a selfless service, saved them the train wreck of you in a ring unable to keep up with a punk like Vizier.
You can't even respond fast enough to me popping you in the head with a tire iron as my less than capable brother tries to get your autograph.
And yet you are ignorant enough to say putting your lights out at The Experience was the worst mistake I could have made?
[Perfection laughs hard]
Give me a break.
You see what I did to the “champ” last week? I took his damn leg out, you remember what I did to you, I put your ass out and sent you packing.
If that means I have to do it again this week, then I do it again this week until the point is drilled in that mind of yours that you are unwanted!
A damn plaque to the locker room, one that we need to quarantine off until it vanishes. You called me out, I answered, you say you want to take me on, so be it. But when I beat you in a Perfect fashion up, down, inside, and out of that ring maybe you'll get the hint.
[He smirks and takes a small sip from the wine]
You as a person may think your name is “Undying”.
But your wrestling career was pulled off life support years ago.
And I will prove that, Perfectly.
FADEOUT