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Hennig Memorial: Doc Silver vs. Psycho
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Disrespect
(FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in front of a brand new WFW banner, Doc looks at the camera in disgust.)
DOC: Pyscho? Well this is amazing, in the mid of gimmicks designed to bring out homophobia, bug us about middle management, and other various and sundry idiocy...I get stuck with the guy who spent 3 seconds picking a name out of the Cliche bin...Pyscho...I don't know anything about you, haven't bothered to ask WFW to fax me your life story so I can get some details into the inner workings of my opponent, because you are, on your name alone, condemned to being just some carbon copy knock off idiot who means nothing to anyone...You my useless opponent, are nothing, nothing but a 5 minute side show, this company has to get other people over as legit threats to Doc Silver...This company has to make it look like I'm not going to take the WFW Title and run and hide with it...And you, you're just here to make me look good...So go ahead and cut some generic promo about how CRAZY and INSANE you are...And I'll just be smiling and laughing...As you walk down the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
(FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in front of a brand new WFW banner, Doc looks at the camera in disgust.)
DOC: Pyscho? Well this is amazing, in the mid of gimmicks designed to bring out homophobia, bug us about middle management, and other various and sundry idiocy...I get stuck with the guy who spent 3 seconds picking a name out of the Cliche bin...Pyscho...I don't know anything about you, haven't bothered to ask WFW to fax me your life story so I can get some details into the inner workings of my opponent, because you are, on your name alone, condemned to being just some carbon copy knock off idiot who means nothing to anyone...You my useless opponent, are nothing, nothing but a 5 minute side show, this company has to get other people over as legit threats to Doc Silver...This company has to make it look like I'm not going to take the WFW Title and run and hide with it...And you, you're just here to make me look good...So go ahead and cut some generic promo about how CRAZY and INSANE you are...And I'll just be smiling and laughing...As you walk down the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
the voices tell me so
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[font color=red](The camera opens the far off cabin in the Colorado mountains home to none other the "The American Dangerman" Psycho. He's far off from society...in a place where finally the voices aren't quite so loud. Ah, but solitude has been interupted. WFW has come calling...the quest for gold is once more. It's time for his blood to agin boil in comabt and for others to be spilled on the white canvas of the ring. He now sits silient legs crossed upon the blue mats of his training room. As the camera moves in closer his cold dark eyes peer out from behind his mask. A sadistic smile creases his lips as he stares at the camera)
Psycho: For over a a decade I've studied the martial arts. I find learning control over mind and body helps keep the voices quite. It's taken me to being the best athlete I can be and above all taught me respect for both myself and my opponent.
(His eyes glare up to the camera)
Psycho: Doc Silver you've shown me a great deal of disrespect and for that a terrible price will be paid. I didn't just pull my name from a hat. I also don't live my life based off a barely profitable movie that nobody remembers. No...what I am is "The American Dangerman" I am the most brutal and sadistic wrestler in the world Doc. I'm willing to take risks that quite frankly most aren't willing to do. I'm willing to push the limits to where most people just can't. Above all I'm willing to put my body on the line during a match that my opponent is just not willing to follow. For that and several medical reasond Doc...That is why I'm called Psycho. That os why I'm "The American Dangerman". You can question it all you want, but look in the mirrior if you will. Your name suggesta you just walked out of a Bond movie and should be stroking a white cat during your promo. ah, but your obessessed with a different movie are you not.
(Psycho slowly rises into stance his eyes never leaving the camera. Just like in the ring it's never wise to look away)
Psycho: Now I could stop Doc and list the litany of places I've wrestled. Tell you the kinds of extreme matches I've been in, but I'm more then willing to let your own ignorance be your downfall. It's a shame Doc..I heard you were smarter then that, but I guess the stories of your greatness were over-stressed. probably mostly by yourself from the arrogant way you speak to me. (smiles) Well that's fine Doc...that's fine indeed. You feel free to look past me all you want, but that will be a painful mistake.
(Psycho walks close his eyes pentrate the lens)
Psycho: I've heard time and time again Doc. Your only happy when it rains. {grins} Well prepare to be overjoyed. See when that bell rings I'll be a flurry of agression the likes you've never seen. I'm not happy with your attitude and I could care less for your well being. When I get my hands on you Doc...well I hope you have a medical degree. For I promsie you a rain of blood and pain Doc. A rain a hurt and punishment. A rain of nothing but relentless torture. In the end we'll see how happy you are. The one thing I can promise Doc is that you'll regret ever overlooking the night you stepped into the ring with "The American Dangerman" Time is ticking Doc...closing in on you
(Psycho returns to the floor legs crossed and eyes closed as he slips back into meditation. There in the darkness the voices will once mor ebe quiet)
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[font color=red](The camera opens the far off cabin in the Colorado mountains home to none other the "The American Dangerman" Psycho. He's far off from society...in a place where finally the voices aren't quite so loud. Ah, but solitude has been interupted. WFW has come calling...the quest for gold is once more. It's time for his blood to agin boil in comabt and for others to be spilled on the white canvas of the ring. He now sits silient legs crossed upon the blue mats of his training room. As the camera moves in closer his cold dark eyes peer out from behind his mask. A sadistic smile creases his lips as he stares at the camera)
Psycho: For over a a decade I've studied the martial arts. I find learning control over mind and body helps keep the voices quite. It's taken me to being the best athlete I can be and above all taught me respect for both myself and my opponent.
(His eyes glare up to the camera)
Psycho: Doc Silver you've shown me a great deal of disrespect and for that a terrible price will be paid. I didn't just pull my name from a hat. I also don't live my life based off a barely profitable movie that nobody remembers. No...what I am is "The American Dangerman" I am the most brutal and sadistic wrestler in the world Doc. I'm willing to take risks that quite frankly most aren't willing to do. I'm willing to push the limits to where most people just can't. Above all I'm willing to put my body on the line during a match that my opponent is just not willing to follow. For that and several medical reasond Doc...That is why I'm called Psycho. That os why I'm "The American Dangerman". You can question it all you want, but look in the mirrior if you will. Your name suggesta you just walked out of a Bond movie and should be stroking a white cat during your promo. ah, but your obessessed with a different movie are you not.
(Psycho slowly rises into stance his eyes never leaving the camera. Just like in the ring it's never wise to look away)
Psycho: Now I could stop Doc and list the litany of places I've wrestled. Tell you the kinds of extreme matches I've been in, but I'm more then willing to let your own ignorance be your downfall. It's a shame Doc..I heard you were smarter then that, but I guess the stories of your greatness were over-stressed. probably mostly by yourself from the arrogant way you speak to me. (smiles) Well that's fine Doc...that's fine indeed. You feel free to look past me all you want, but that will be a painful mistake.
(Psycho walks close his eyes pentrate the lens)
Psycho: I've heard time and time again Doc. Your only happy when it rains. {grins} Well prepare to be overjoyed. See when that bell rings I'll be a flurry of agression the likes you've never seen. I'm not happy with your attitude and I could care less for your well being. When I get my hands on you Doc...well I hope you have a medical degree. For I promsie you a rain of blood and pain Doc. A rain a hurt and punishment. A rain of nothing but relentless torture. In the end we'll see how happy you are. The one thing I can promise Doc is that you'll regret ever overlooking the night you stepped into the ring with "The American Dangerman" Time is ticking Doc...closing in on you
(Psycho returns to the floor legs crossed and eyes closed as he slips back into meditation. There in the darkness the voices will once mor ebe quiet)
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Live The Lie
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-16-03 AT 02:12 AM (EST)](FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in front of a WFW banner. He looks at the camera and smiles before talking.)
DOC: So...You've spent more then 30 seconds hashing out backstory and charator background...Impressive...Did the mutant powers trigger when you hit puberty or were you blinded by radioactive chemicals as a child? I mean, I have to admit I was expecting a lot less of you...
So you've spent a decade training, a decade of learning the most deadly forms of hand to hand combat? Is that why you have the ring name of PYSCHO?! Normally Pyscho's butcher people because they are trying to brown nose to their mother...Normally pyschos slaughter people and then say the Dog told them to do it...Or that they were time traveling back in time to kill Hitler and prevent the Holocaust. Pyschopaths DO NOT however train themselves into perfect killing machines for one reason...They are to insane to have the mental reserve needed to work those long hours, to train day in and day out, to be at that high level of excellence needed to fight battle after battle...To defeat opponents, to struggle to better one's self day in and day out...So either the whole mad man BS is just that...BS or...Or you really couldn't have defeated Bruce Lee in his prime...
Now about the name...Barely profitable movie nobody remembers? The HELL?! I don't care if Pyscho didn't make tons of money, it is a history film...Hitchcock is a legend of the cinema...And Pyscho is one of his timeless classic tails of horror, suspense and drama...You have to be KIDDING me to think that this was some idiotic movie that was to be swept under the rug...I guess idiots like you revel in the total illogic of such thrilling movies as Fight Club and The Matrix...So degrade the very movie that spawned your name...Prove to me what a mental midget you are...
Look, I'm sure you've been in thumbtack matches, barbed wire matches, matches where to win you have to throw your opponent through a woodchipper, and it really sucked to lose that one, but you've managed to make a comeback...I really don't care about your history and the carnage that you have inflicted and suffered...All I know is that you're wasting my time and annoying me to the point of tears...
You're gonna give me a rain of pain? A rain of agony? Look...Look into my eyes, there's the spark of joy...The twinkle of intelligence...You can see something in me...Once you get me in that ring...You look in my eyes...They'll be dead...You won't see anything, I'll be blank, emotionless, you know why? Because I HATE IT...That ring is hell...But I must do it...I must enter that ring to prove to you, the crowd, the WFW and the World, that I am, and always will be, better then everyone else...And you say to me you're gonna give me a beating...Look, you're just a little girl who's started turning tricks to support herself, and you look down the road, and you see this old hag, she's gotta be getting near 40, and she looks dead to the world, and the other girls working the corner, they tell you about stuff she went through, stabbings, beatings, events that make you run hope and cry yourself to sleep and make you re-think this awful lifestlye choice you've just made...They tell ya she doesn't even care if that next car she gets into ends up taking her to her grave...It's the life, she lives it...If it kills her...It's part of the game...Pyscho...I am that old whore...I've been beaten, bloodied, busted up, concussed, injuried, maimed, gone into rehab, gone clean...I've lived this life, and this business has taken from me far more then I've gotten from it...Yet I still push on...Because I have only one desire...To be the World Champion every where I go...Because I have only one need...To dominate and break the will of every wrestler in every league I have ever joined...And to take a stupid simple fool like you...And let him enter hell...I really wish we could do that spot in The Crow where he gives the main bad guy 30 hours of pain, all at once...Because I'd let you go first...And I'd feel your career, your suffering, your torment...And I'd laugh...And by the time my finger tips finally got to your temples...You would be blubbering like a b*tch pleading for death...Pyscho...Do NOT try me...You have no idea what you are getting yourself into...Lay down, let it be over...In the middle ages, the condemned would pay the hangman to make sure the knot would be tight and break their neck swiftly, to insure a speedy death...You need to offer no such bribe to me...Just give it up swiftly...And save yourself the torment of walking the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-16-03 AT 02:12 AM (EST)](FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in front of a WFW banner. He looks at the camera and smiles before talking.)
DOC: So...You've spent more then 30 seconds hashing out backstory and charator background...Impressive...Did the mutant powers trigger when you hit puberty or were you blinded by radioactive chemicals as a child? I mean, I have to admit I was expecting a lot less of you...
So you've spent a decade training, a decade of learning the most deadly forms of hand to hand combat? Is that why you have the ring name of PYSCHO?! Normally Pyscho's butcher people because they are trying to brown nose to their mother...Normally pyschos slaughter people and then say the Dog told them to do it...Or that they were time traveling back in time to kill Hitler and prevent the Holocaust. Pyschopaths DO NOT however train themselves into perfect killing machines for one reason...They are to insane to have the mental reserve needed to work those long hours, to train day in and day out, to be at that high level of excellence needed to fight battle after battle...To defeat opponents, to struggle to better one's self day in and day out...So either the whole mad man BS is just that...BS or...Or you really couldn't have defeated Bruce Lee in his prime...
Now about the name...Barely profitable movie nobody remembers? The HELL?! I don't care if Pyscho didn't make tons of money, it is a history film...Hitchcock is a legend of the cinema...And Pyscho is one of his timeless classic tails of horror, suspense and drama...You have to be KIDDING me to think that this was some idiotic movie that was to be swept under the rug...I guess idiots like you revel in the total illogic of such thrilling movies as Fight Club and The Matrix...So degrade the very movie that spawned your name...Prove to me what a mental midget you are...
Look, I'm sure you've been in thumbtack matches, barbed wire matches, matches where to win you have to throw your opponent through a woodchipper, and it really sucked to lose that one, but you've managed to make a comeback...I really don't care about your history and the carnage that you have inflicted and suffered...All I know is that you're wasting my time and annoying me to the point of tears...
You're gonna give me a rain of pain? A rain of agony? Look...Look into my eyes, there's the spark of joy...The twinkle of intelligence...You can see something in me...Once you get me in that ring...You look in my eyes...They'll be dead...You won't see anything, I'll be blank, emotionless, you know why? Because I HATE IT...That ring is hell...But I must do it...I must enter that ring to prove to you, the crowd, the WFW and the World, that I am, and always will be, better then everyone else...And you say to me you're gonna give me a beating...Look, you're just a little girl who's started turning tricks to support herself, and you look down the road, and you see this old hag, she's gotta be getting near 40, and she looks dead to the world, and the other girls working the corner, they tell you about stuff she went through, stabbings, beatings, events that make you run hope and cry yourself to sleep and make you re-think this awful lifestlye choice you've just made...They tell ya she doesn't even care if that next car she gets into ends up taking her to her grave...It's the life, she lives it...If it kills her...It's part of the game...Pyscho...I am that old whore...I've been beaten, bloodied, busted up, concussed, injuried, maimed, gone into rehab, gone clean...I've lived this life, and this business has taken from me far more then I've gotten from it...Yet I still push on...Because I have only one desire...To be the World Champion every where I go...Because I have only one need...To dominate and break the will of every wrestler in every league I have ever joined...And to take a stupid simple fool like you...And let him enter hell...I really wish we could do that spot in The Crow where he gives the main bad guy 30 hours of pain, all at once...Because I'd let you go first...And I'd feel your career, your suffering, your torment...And I'd laugh...And by the time my finger tips finally got to your temples...You would be blubbering like a b*tch pleading for death...Pyscho...Do NOT try me...You have no idea what you are getting yourself into...Lay down, let it be over...In the middle ages, the condemned would pay the hangman to make sure the knot would be tight and break their neck swiftly, to insure a speedy death...You need to offer no such bribe to me...Just give it up swiftly...And save yourself the torment of walking the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
Pain is truth
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[font color=red](Light dlashes off the swirling blade as his katana slashes through the air. It's a cold winters day as Psycho stands out door in the elements. Sweat pours off his bare chest despite the cold as he swings the sword through it's motions. Each swing takes him through the series of his kata as his mind focuses on one lone objective. Finally done the sword cuts through the air with a violent thrust and then genlty rested back in it's scabbard. As the cool air turns the sweat to his he slow paces his way back inside the place he calls hom Onc ein he wipes the sweat from his well scarred torse and turns his face to the camera Behind the mask his eyes are still in deep concentration)
Psycho: Ah, Doc yuo do not change. You refuse tot ake me as a threat. Fine a fool chooses his own path and he must walk it. You've chosen to mock and riducule me..that's fine. I could spend hours turning the mirrior on yourself, but I think you'd have to be blind to not see the obvious. You go ahead and laugh...well see what happens when the smirk is smacked from your face.
(He chuckles to himself at the pleasent thought)
Psycho: You seem to have a hang-up on my name. Hammering on the point of it's origin. While you leave us in the darl as to yours I'll be happy to explain mine in further detail. Perhaps this will cure your fascination with the subject or maybe I'll have to go over each detail once more, but speak slower..cutting out the big words. I thought Psycho best described my style. In the rign I take risks...I put my body on the line. I'm willing to go furthe rthen most, but there's a reason why. I ahve what the doctors call an impulse control disorder. Mine deals with a pention towards violence and self control. Alone on my own and witht he medication I'm usually fine.
( He let's out a sadistic laugh)
Psycho: However caught up in the ehat of combat or forgtting to take one of my pills...well then my actions are quite unpredictable and bordering on the self-destructive. I try to hold back...I really do. I just seem that were most would be told to step back...there's a little voice in my head that just says "DO IT" Doesn't tell me to kill....or anything like that...just never helps were restraint should be used. that why I live in a secluded spot...that why I practice my martial arts. It's not to be a feadly form of combat...none of them are. I use it purely as an act of self-discipline and control. Forcing my body to bend at my will and mine alone...not the voices. Ah, btu when I hear your voice Doc...when I hear that. Well there's this little thing in the back of my mind that just makes me want to hurt you in the most extreme of ways.
(His dark eyes stare back at the camera with no emotion)
Psycho: As for that barely profitable movie I was refering too. Well it ahd nothing to do with me Doc. I was refering to a movie you've bene known to fixate on. Hell to be honest I've never even seen the movie that matches my name. I'm not really a sit down at the tv kind of guy. Perhaps the most illogic thing is for you to realize when a man is turnign the table on you. I sure hope your better a see that happen in the ring or it will surely be a quick defeat on your part.
(He spins his body for the camera showing the scars of his wrestlign career on his back and chest)
Psycho: It is true I ahve competed in some of the most dangeroud matches in wrestling. Barbed-wire, thumbstacks, and fire. I've felt them all. I've had class tubes smashed on nearly every part of my body and hell I've even been stung by a scorpion. As I've stated the disorder keep me from practicing a whole lot of restraint. I've pushed my body, my opponent and even the bounds of wrestliing to the limits. I will continue to push until someone is able to stop me or I no longer have the ability. <smiles> You can save your promises on that though. Words are just merely that...which is good for you. Well see if they dictate your actions as well. A simple phrase for you would be...proof is in the pudding. <laughs> I bet you like pudding Doc <shrugs> then again there's always room for jell-o
(He turns his face to the camera eyes staring back under the bulls-eye pattern)
Psycho: You analgy about the old whore was very vivid. I'm not sure where you gained such forst hand knowledge of prostution, but I think that would be quite obvious. Then again since you hatre this so much I'll be more then happy to compound those feelings. I'll heap more misery upon them, Your right that ring is hell, but I find it a joy...no hardship. I like the pain and pusnishment. The voices sometimes tell me so. See there is one small difference between us though. Something you lack and where I focus upon. while you try to prove to the crowd the WFW, yourself...hell the whole world that you better then every other wrestler out there. Well i take a different approach. My sole desire is to on that one night to be better then <points tot eh camera> you are...nothing more nothing less. You are my focus Doc...you and you alone. Your destruction in that ring as all I care about. the rest...the rest is saved for later. I guess some of us are a little more greedy then others.
(A smiles cracks his stern lips)
Psycho: Try you Doc...I'll do more then that. Life is not a movie...although you seem consumed in this fantasy world. I guess a dose of painful reality is needed. thirty hours of pain Doc. I doubt...highly doubt I'll need to sustain that much of an effort to make you cave. In the end we'll see who laughing. In the middle-ages they did offer the condemned man a quick and mericless death. The thing your overlooking is this Doc. that That man had got caught. I on the other hand Doc am free to use and abuse you to my deepest darkest will...and I will. You put it in terms your movie mind can eqaute..."Catch me if you can" Be seeing you Doc
(Psycho turns his back to the camera and walks away. He places the sword upon his shoulders and loops his arms over the top)
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[font color=red](Light dlashes off the swirling blade as his katana slashes through the air. It's a cold winters day as Psycho stands out door in the elements. Sweat pours off his bare chest despite the cold as he swings the sword through it's motions. Each swing takes him through the series of his kata as his mind focuses on one lone objective. Finally done the sword cuts through the air with a violent thrust and then genlty rested back in it's scabbard. As the cool air turns the sweat to his he slow paces his way back inside the place he calls hom Onc ein he wipes the sweat from his well scarred torse and turns his face to the camera Behind the mask his eyes are still in deep concentration)
Psycho: Ah, Doc yuo do not change. You refuse tot ake me as a threat. Fine a fool chooses his own path and he must walk it. You've chosen to mock and riducule me..that's fine. I could spend hours turning the mirrior on yourself, but I think you'd have to be blind to not see the obvious. You go ahead and laugh...well see what happens when the smirk is smacked from your face.
(He chuckles to himself at the pleasent thought)
Psycho: You seem to have a hang-up on my name. Hammering on the point of it's origin. While you leave us in the darl as to yours I'll be happy to explain mine in further detail. Perhaps this will cure your fascination with the subject or maybe I'll have to go over each detail once more, but speak slower..cutting out the big words. I thought Psycho best described my style. In the rign I take risks...I put my body on the line. I'm willing to go furthe rthen most, but there's a reason why. I ahve what the doctors call an impulse control disorder. Mine deals with a pention towards violence and self control. Alone on my own and witht he medication I'm usually fine.
( He let's out a sadistic laugh)
Psycho: However caught up in the ehat of combat or forgtting to take one of my pills...well then my actions are quite unpredictable and bordering on the self-destructive. I try to hold back...I really do. I just seem that were most would be told to step back...there's a little voice in my head that just says "DO IT" Doesn't tell me to kill....or anything like that...just never helps were restraint should be used. that why I live in a secluded spot...that why I practice my martial arts. It's not to be a feadly form of combat...none of them are. I use it purely as an act of self-discipline and control. Forcing my body to bend at my will and mine alone...not the voices. Ah, btu when I hear your voice Doc...when I hear that. Well there's this little thing in the back of my mind that just makes me want to hurt you in the most extreme of ways.
(His dark eyes stare back at the camera with no emotion)
Psycho: As for that barely profitable movie I was refering too. Well it ahd nothing to do with me Doc. I was refering to a movie you've bene known to fixate on. Hell to be honest I've never even seen the movie that matches my name. I'm not really a sit down at the tv kind of guy. Perhaps the most illogic thing is for you to realize when a man is turnign the table on you. I sure hope your better a see that happen in the ring or it will surely be a quick defeat on your part.
(He spins his body for the camera showing the scars of his wrestlign career on his back and chest)
Psycho: It is true I ahve competed in some of the most dangeroud matches in wrestling. Barbed-wire, thumbstacks, and fire. I've felt them all. I've had class tubes smashed on nearly every part of my body and hell I've even been stung by a scorpion. As I've stated the disorder keep me from practicing a whole lot of restraint. I've pushed my body, my opponent and even the bounds of wrestliing to the limits. I will continue to push until someone is able to stop me or I no longer have the ability. <smiles> You can save your promises on that though. Words are just merely that...which is good for you. Well see if they dictate your actions as well. A simple phrase for you would be...proof is in the pudding. <laughs> I bet you like pudding Doc <shrugs> then again there's always room for jell-o
(He turns his face to the camera eyes staring back under the bulls-eye pattern)
Psycho: You analgy about the old whore was very vivid. I'm not sure where you gained such forst hand knowledge of prostution, but I think that would be quite obvious. Then again since you hatre this so much I'll be more then happy to compound those feelings. I'll heap more misery upon them, Your right that ring is hell, but I find it a joy...no hardship. I like the pain and pusnishment. The voices sometimes tell me so. See there is one small difference between us though. Something you lack and where I focus upon. while you try to prove to the crowd the WFW, yourself...hell the whole world that you better then every other wrestler out there. Well i take a different approach. My sole desire is to on that one night to be better then <points tot eh camera> you are...nothing more nothing less. You are my focus Doc...you and you alone. Your destruction in that ring as all I care about. the rest...the rest is saved for later. I guess some of us are a little more greedy then others.
(A smiles cracks his stern lips)
Psycho: Try you Doc...I'll do more then that. Life is not a movie...although you seem consumed in this fantasy world. I guess a dose of painful reality is needed. thirty hours of pain Doc. I doubt...highly doubt I'll need to sustain that much of an effort to make you cave. In the end we'll see who laughing. In the middle-ages they did offer the condemned man a quick and mericless death. The thing your overlooking is this Doc. that That man had got caught. I on the other hand Doc am free to use and abuse you to my deepest darkest will...and I will. You put it in terms your movie mind can eqaute..."Catch me if you can" Be seeing you Doc
(Psycho turns his back to the camera and walks away. He places the sword upon his shoulders and loops his arms over the top)
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There is No Life In The Void
(FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in an arcade, the various bells and whistles of games going off in the background. Behind him Green Machine is playing DDR. "Dream A Dream" is his song of choice.)
DOC: Look, you can wave around a sword, and that's all pretty, but this begs the question...PYSCHO?! Your name is Pyscho...And yet you're a martial artist of the highest order...<Shakes head> Gimme a break...This whole relationship between me and you would have gone a lot smoother had you just gone with the name "James Smith" or something, anything that would not make a nth degree blackbelt seem like a fraud...
You're going to smack the smirk from my face? <Smiles> Many have, I'll bleed, I'll suffer, I'll be nearly maimed in that ring Pyscho, but I'll win, because I'm smarter then you, because deep down, I know who I am, I am not so conflicted as to give myself a name that has no reflection, no bearing, NOTHING to do with that which I am not...Why did you dub yourself Pyscho? In the hopes that the simple minded would fear a name like that? That your deadly skills in the martial arts wouldn't be enough to scare them, that your talents, your training, your skill wouldn't be enough to win? So you cover yourself in this myth that you are somehow in fact mentally unstable...It's sad really...Doc Silver...That's the name I go by, my first name is Patrick, or Pat...But nobody calls me that, I'm Doc...I changed the gimmick back when Garbage cut their first CD, I ditched the whole Ivy League pathologist and just said I got a 66 on a 'doctor's test' while in mexico and drunk off my ass...Just a slight justification to keep the "Doc" in the title...But I know who I am...As Rocky said, I can change, you can change, we call can change...Maybe it's not to late for ya...Maybe you can become something special, something real and not fantasy...
Rounders? <Shrugs> New part of the gimmick, not the only one, I'm what ya call...Multitalented...<Smiles> I mean, look where I am, an arcade, I've managed to somehow plug DDR into my promo...Because this arrow stomping game is fun, you should try it sometime...No playing cards, no over the top russian accent...What's next Pyscho, gonna tell me Garbage is overrated, that Shirley Manson can't really sing, that Vig was over rated for his producing of Nevermind? <Clutches heart> You cut me deep Shrek...Maybe next time you can tell me I never win my matches clean...That would be just spiffy...
Now you see, we crossed signals last time, you complained about some movie and I kinda put 2 and 2 together and well, I got it wrong, and I'm pretty sorry about that...Now next time like, chew an oreo, or hold up a pair of red aces...Something to lemme know where you're going with this...Just clue me in, it'll help us both out...Trust me...
And after this long winded promo goes on and on about ninja training, about the elite nature of your skills...The bull**** comes back...The Voices...Look, you can't have it both ways, you just CAN'T...I refuse to accept it...Just let it go...Get up to a podium and say "I'm not insane, I am sorry" and just break down sobbing like a <Bleep> I mean really...It's sad...The voices...There are NO Paranoid blackbelts in this world...It just DOESN'T HAPPEN...The amount of training, learning, self control, all that you need to become what you claim you are...CAN NOT BE DONE WITH A CRIPPLING MENTAL ILLNESS...You...You are a fraud, and a joke, and one that's about as unfunny as Carrot Top...
It's this simple...There's been no slow rolling here, no aces over Kings, no lyrics, nothing...I've been about as real as I can be...You want to talk fantasy, you want to talk dream world...That's you...And when we celebrate the life of Curt Henning, I'm gonna do it, by exposing you...As an IMPERFECT Fraud...Who'll be forced to walk the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
(FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in an arcade, the various bells and whistles of games going off in the background. Behind him Green Machine is playing DDR. "Dream A Dream" is his song of choice.)
DOC: Look, you can wave around a sword, and that's all pretty, but this begs the question...PYSCHO?! Your name is Pyscho...And yet you're a martial artist of the highest order...<Shakes head> Gimme a break...This whole relationship between me and you would have gone a lot smoother had you just gone with the name "James Smith" or something, anything that would not make a nth degree blackbelt seem like a fraud...
You're going to smack the smirk from my face? <Smiles> Many have, I'll bleed, I'll suffer, I'll be nearly maimed in that ring Pyscho, but I'll win, because I'm smarter then you, because deep down, I know who I am, I am not so conflicted as to give myself a name that has no reflection, no bearing, NOTHING to do with that which I am not...Why did you dub yourself Pyscho? In the hopes that the simple minded would fear a name like that? That your deadly skills in the martial arts wouldn't be enough to scare them, that your talents, your training, your skill wouldn't be enough to win? So you cover yourself in this myth that you are somehow in fact mentally unstable...It's sad really...Doc Silver...That's the name I go by, my first name is Patrick, or Pat...But nobody calls me that, I'm Doc...I changed the gimmick back when Garbage cut their first CD, I ditched the whole Ivy League pathologist and just said I got a 66 on a 'doctor's test' while in mexico and drunk off my ass...Just a slight justification to keep the "Doc" in the title...But I know who I am...As Rocky said, I can change, you can change, we call can change...Maybe it's not to late for ya...Maybe you can become something special, something real and not fantasy...
Rounders? <Shrugs> New part of the gimmick, not the only one, I'm what ya call...Multitalented...<Smiles> I mean, look where I am, an arcade, I've managed to somehow plug DDR into my promo...Because this arrow stomping game is fun, you should try it sometime...No playing cards, no over the top russian accent...What's next Pyscho, gonna tell me Garbage is overrated, that Shirley Manson can't really sing, that Vig was over rated for his producing of Nevermind? <Clutches heart> You cut me deep Shrek...Maybe next time you can tell me I never win my matches clean...That would be just spiffy...
Now you see, we crossed signals last time, you complained about some movie and I kinda put 2 and 2 together and well, I got it wrong, and I'm pretty sorry about that...Now next time like, chew an oreo, or hold up a pair of red aces...Something to lemme know where you're going with this...Just clue me in, it'll help us both out...Trust me...
And after this long winded promo goes on and on about ninja training, about the elite nature of your skills...The bull**** comes back...The Voices...Look, you can't have it both ways, you just CAN'T...I refuse to accept it...Just let it go...Get up to a podium and say "I'm not insane, I am sorry" and just break down sobbing like a <Bleep> I mean really...It's sad...The voices...There are NO Paranoid blackbelts in this world...It just DOESN'T HAPPEN...The amount of training, learning, self control, all that you need to become what you claim you are...CAN NOT BE DONE WITH A CRIPPLING MENTAL ILLNESS...You...You are a fraud, and a joke, and one that's about as unfunny as Carrot Top...
It's this simple...There's been no slow rolling here, no aces over Kings, no lyrics, nothing...I've been about as real as I can be...You want to talk fantasy, you want to talk dream world...That's you...And when we celebrate the life of Curt Henning, I'm gonna do it, by exposing you...As an IMPERFECT Fraud...Who'll be forced to walk the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
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(The camera opens inside the small private jet on it's way to New York City. Looking out the window Psycho stares back from under his familiar bulls-eye mask. From here the world looks so small. Cares and worries are gone, but one thing sticks in his mind. One small thing. In his head echo the words of Doc Silver and the silly look upon his face. Psycho rotates the leather chair of the jet and turns his gaze towards the camera. A wry smile forms upon his face just before he speakes)
Psycho: It's not easy going through life with a mental disease. It's one of those things people have a hard time understanding. thye don't bother to do thier research...everyone wants evertyhing at face value. So when thier own common sense says no the make assumptions that are just wrong. I might have an impulse control disorder Doc, but the problem with your brain I think is just mental in general. You just don't strike me as a very intelligent man and I'm overlooking the fact you can't even pronounce my name correctly.
(Psycho pauses for a moment taking a sip from the drink in front of him)
Psycho: Which is quite ammusing since you have this deep fixation on it. Perhaps you yourself have a mild case of ADD. <smiles> I've explained the origin of my name. I've explained it once and quite frankly any further explanation might just further send you pout on a limb. One has nothing to do with the other. My martial arts training is a way for me to focus. That's what thye are used for...it's not a skill to beat people up with. It's met to teach discipline, confidence, control and most of all respect. perhaps you could do to take a few lessons yourself. Ah, but you label people. Well even despite myt confusion from time-to-time I'm much more open minded then you. Yuo read so much into everything Doc that the simple meaning escapes the front of your face. Ah, but the thing I find most amusing in all of your rantings is that most if not all have nothing to do with our match.
(Psycho places the empty glass back down)
Psycho: look I could care about your name and your skill. In fact I could care less if your breathing stopped and your faced turned blue. In the end your just a man. A man who has a weakness for me to exploit. I can already see you mind is feeble...I just hope your body is not as well. See Doc, when that bell rings I'm going to be nothing but ALL BUSINESS!!! From the monment that bell rings I'm going to push you to your limit. I'm going to take everything you have to give and then much more. I've seen you in the ring. Seen what you can do...seen the man before me and I'm really not impressed. I think the thing I'm going to look forward to the most is when that first trickle of blood pours down your face and I can see that look of panic in your eyes. Now that's something to look forward too. that's an impulse I can act upon. That's the weak man I see before you. See Doc...you think you know me, but your far off. I look so forward to proving that to you in the ring.
(Psycho shakes his head remembering Doc's words)
Psycho: Ah, but that won't be enough for you. You need somethiong to vent...more meaningless crap to harp onto, A fixation on movies...more run arounds about my name...perhaps a couple more jabs about simple facts you can't except. That will keep your mind bust and your mouth running. So here Doc...I'll give you what you need
(Psycho spins around and the chair and leans forward)
Psycho: I think all you need to know about a band when it's called Garbage...is well the title says it all. You pretty much answered everything on your own after that. If you want to take the cheap way out Doc...well that says what I already knew about what little talent I give you credit for. By all means try...I'll make you pay. HAve we gotten our paths crossed in the past. well I haven't. I think it migth ahve something to do with thinking just befor I open my mouth. go ahead Doc...try it sometime. Hell it would almost be a public service. Now I never said anything anything about my martial arts skills...truth is all you seem to know about them is what's played on your tv late at night. fine go right ahead. Make simple minded assumption...so far it's all I've seen you do well. As for my mental Illness..it's not crippling Doc...not in the least. My mind is just wired different then yours, but at least it's still sparking correctly. See Doc...all I am is me. You just don't seem to get it, <grins> but you will. When we step intot he rign you'll get as much of me as you'll ever want. As for you...well I've already had my full.
(Psycho leans back in his chair)
Psycho: So there you go Doc. Something meat for you to chew on. SOmething for your mental gears to grin upon. I'd let you do the thinking yourself, but I don't think it's your strong suit. I'm tired of explaing myself to you. It's all seems to complicated for your simple mind. Just know you had better be ready. For in that ring the one fact you can't try to deny is your facing "The American Dangerman". Your facing the most dangerous and unprdictable wrestler you've ever faced. Don't want to take me serious...that your choice. It will save me the "I told you so" when all is said and done. Time is ticking Doc...do us both a favor...shut up and get ready to wrestle
(Psycho turns his chair to the window and stares outward)
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(The camera opens inside the small private jet on it's way to New York City. Looking out the window Psycho stares back from under his familiar bulls-eye mask. From here the world looks so small. Cares and worries are gone, but one thing sticks in his mind. One small thing. In his head echo the words of Doc Silver and the silly look upon his face. Psycho rotates the leather chair of the jet and turns his gaze towards the camera. A wry smile forms upon his face just before he speakes)
Psycho: It's not easy going through life with a mental disease. It's one of those things people have a hard time understanding. thye don't bother to do thier research...everyone wants evertyhing at face value. So when thier own common sense says no the make assumptions that are just wrong. I might have an impulse control disorder Doc, but the problem with your brain I think is just mental in general. You just don't strike me as a very intelligent man and I'm overlooking the fact you can't even pronounce my name correctly.
(Psycho pauses for a moment taking a sip from the drink in front of him)
Psycho: Which is quite ammusing since you have this deep fixation on it. Perhaps you yourself have a mild case of ADD. <smiles> I've explained the origin of my name. I've explained it once and quite frankly any further explanation might just further send you pout on a limb. One has nothing to do with the other. My martial arts training is a way for me to focus. That's what thye are used for...it's not a skill to beat people up with. It's met to teach discipline, confidence, control and most of all respect. perhaps you could do to take a few lessons yourself. Ah, but you label people. Well even despite myt confusion from time-to-time I'm much more open minded then you. Yuo read so much into everything Doc that the simple meaning escapes the front of your face. Ah, but the thing I find most amusing in all of your rantings is that most if not all have nothing to do with our match.
(Psycho places the empty glass back down)
Psycho: look I could care about your name and your skill. In fact I could care less if your breathing stopped and your faced turned blue. In the end your just a man. A man who has a weakness for me to exploit. I can already see you mind is feeble...I just hope your body is not as well. See Doc, when that bell rings I'm going to be nothing but ALL BUSINESS!!! From the monment that bell rings I'm going to push you to your limit. I'm going to take everything you have to give and then much more. I've seen you in the ring. Seen what you can do...seen the man before me and I'm really not impressed. I think the thing I'm going to look forward to the most is when that first trickle of blood pours down your face and I can see that look of panic in your eyes. Now that's something to look forward too. that's an impulse I can act upon. That's the weak man I see before you. See Doc...you think you know me, but your far off. I look so forward to proving that to you in the ring.
(Psycho shakes his head remembering Doc's words)
Psycho: Ah, but that won't be enough for you. You need somethiong to vent...more meaningless crap to harp onto, A fixation on movies...more run arounds about my name...perhaps a couple more jabs about simple facts you can't except. That will keep your mind bust and your mouth running. So here Doc...I'll give you what you need
(Psycho spins around and the chair and leans forward)
Psycho: I think all you need to know about a band when it's called Garbage...is well the title says it all. You pretty much answered everything on your own after that. If you want to take the cheap way out Doc...well that says what I already knew about what little talent I give you credit for. By all means try...I'll make you pay. HAve we gotten our paths crossed in the past. well I haven't. I think it migth ahve something to do with thinking just befor I open my mouth. go ahead Doc...try it sometime. Hell it would almost be a public service. Now I never said anything anything about my martial arts skills...truth is all you seem to know about them is what's played on your tv late at night. fine go right ahead. Make simple minded assumption...so far it's all I've seen you do well. As for my mental Illness..it's not crippling Doc...not in the least. My mind is just wired different then yours, but at least it's still sparking correctly. See Doc...all I am is me. You just don't seem to get it, <grins> but you will. When we step intot he rign you'll get as much of me as you'll ever want. As for you...well I've already had my full.
(Psycho leans back in his chair)
Psycho: So there you go Doc. Something meat for you to chew on. SOmething for your mental gears to grin upon. I'd let you do the thinking yourself, but I don't think it's your strong suit. I'm tired of explaing myself to you. It's all seems to complicated for your simple mind. Just know you had better be ready. For in that ring the one fact you can't try to deny is your facing "The American Dangerman". Your facing the most dangerous and unprdictable wrestler you've ever faced. Don't want to take me serious...that your choice. It will save me the "I told you so" when all is said and done. Time is ticking Doc...do us both a favor...shut up and get ready to wrestle
(Psycho turns his chair to the window and stares outward)
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(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting on a chair. In front of him he has a giant cake.)
DOC: Look here...I got my cake...But now there's a problem, I can't have my cake, and eat it too...Just can't be done...Now you're gonna tell me about how much it sucks to be mentally ill...Let you name yourself Pyscho...You enjoy it...You wish to instill fear in your opponents with a name that would reflect your unstable mind, your need for bloodlust...Now you're crying me a river over how much it sucks to be mentally ill...I'm still not letting up on the whole nth level black belt crap, because it's a sad joke in and of itself, but this...This takes the cake...Now you're trying to Brian Robbinson me, telling me how hard it is to do something like Wrestling at an elite level, in spite of your handicap...Well maybe you wouldn't have a handicap if you were not CALLING YOURSELF PYSCHO...Maybe if you got some help and DIDN'T cut promos relishing the joy of having voices talking to you...See...That's wanting it both ways...You can't be pitiful and feared...So pick one and stick to it...
I've gotten your name wrong...Darn, I weep for ya...who cares...You're not worth the time...Pyscho, Psicho, Pikachu, who cares?! You're nothing...Less then nothing, a waste of my time, why do I bother cutting promos on you? So that maybe you can start weeping like a girl and GO AWAY...I'd like a bye in the first round of this tournament, but it appears you won't give it to me and that you'll make me fight you...Forcing me to suffer through twenty minutes of blood toil and torment before I defeat you...It is not something I wish to deal with it...But I shall if I have to...
Look, I don't care...I just accept things...Things that are clear and easy to grasp, like Bruce Lee didn't have other personalities...You explain your name and your reasons...But it falls on deaf ears, for you are so trival, so worthless in the design of this organization, you will be scattered to dust...
I am here to take over...To turn WFW into a slum, into my private hell, and I...It's Dark Lord...You, are unable to stop this...It's that simple...You will fall, because I can not be denied my glory...And that glory is the WFW World Title...And it's MINE...You're doomed...You poor fool...And you don't know it...You talk a big game...But you have NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH...<Smiles> It's OVER...And you will fall...And be forced to walk the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting on a chair. In front of him he has a giant cake.)
DOC: Look here...I got my cake...But now there's a problem, I can't have my cake, and eat it too...Just can't be done...Now you're gonna tell me about how much it sucks to be mentally ill...Let you name yourself Pyscho...You enjoy it...You wish to instill fear in your opponents with a name that would reflect your unstable mind, your need for bloodlust...Now you're crying me a river over how much it sucks to be mentally ill...I'm still not letting up on the whole nth level black belt crap, because it's a sad joke in and of itself, but this...This takes the cake...Now you're trying to Brian Robbinson me, telling me how hard it is to do something like Wrestling at an elite level, in spite of your handicap...Well maybe you wouldn't have a handicap if you were not CALLING YOURSELF PYSCHO...Maybe if you got some help and DIDN'T cut promos relishing the joy of having voices talking to you...See...That's wanting it both ways...You can't be pitiful and feared...So pick one and stick to it...
I've gotten your name wrong...Darn, I weep for ya...who cares...You're not worth the time...Pyscho, Psicho, Pikachu, who cares?! You're nothing...Less then nothing, a waste of my time, why do I bother cutting promos on you? So that maybe you can start weeping like a girl and GO AWAY...I'd like a bye in the first round of this tournament, but it appears you won't give it to me and that you'll make me fight you...Forcing me to suffer through twenty minutes of blood toil and torment before I defeat you...It is not something I wish to deal with it...But I shall if I have to...
Look, I don't care...I just accept things...Things that are clear and easy to grasp, like Bruce Lee didn't have other personalities...You explain your name and your reasons...But it falls on deaf ears, for you are so trival, so worthless in the design of this organization, you will be scattered to dust...
I am here to take over...To turn WFW into a slum, into my private hell, and I...It's Dark Lord...You, are unable to stop this...It's that simple...You will fall, because I can not be denied my glory...And that glory is the WFW World Title...And it's MINE...You're doomed...You poor fool...And you don't know it...You talk a big game...But you have NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH...<Smiles> It's OVER...And you will fall...And be forced to walk the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...<FADEOUT>
fight night
(Backstage a Henning Memorial is a flurry of activity. However for Psycho the noise and confusion is not for him. In a far off corner of the arena he keeps to himself. Alone he waits...waits for the moment when the echo of his name comes down the hall and he makes his way to ringside. There he has a focus point...a problem to wrap his mind around. tonight that man is Doc Silver and his the urges of violence towards him hav ebeen partically overwhelming. His hands clutched around a steel chair Psycho sit sin the shadows trying to be alone with his thoughts)
Psycho: Ah, Doc...I'm so glad the time for us to fight is almost near. I grow tired of hearing your voice. Every second grates at my nerves and just pushes me a little further towards wanting to hurt you. Finally after all this time the hour is almost at hand. No more explaining what you either can't or refuse to understand. No more hnad holding you through the simplies of explanations. I see you as just another man who strikes back in stupidity when his mind can not concieve of such a concept. It's not your fault. No it's just human nature to pretend what we don;t understand doesn't matter. it's our own little way of making the subject seem unimportant. Sadly you seem to do that alot and thus I almost feel sad for you.
(Psycho leans forward the shadows only cover half his masked face)
Psycho: See Doc you can have your cake and eat it too. It's right there in front of you...your problem is taking the time to do something then run your mouth. My name is jus tthat...nothing more. I choose it as a refelection of part of my personality. Not to instill fear in my opponents. Quite frankly anyman afraid of just a name....well really doesn't deserve to be called a opponent. More of a victim in my eyes. Such as you will be tonight. I never cried a river...only a simple explanation. wrestling is not hard for me with my illness. In fact it comes quite easy. The hard part is holding back when I really wish to hurt someone...someone such as yourself. I've got plenty of help Doc...plenty. It used to be much worse then it is now. Again you could never truly understand in your narrow world...so correcting you once more is futile.
(Psycho stands now stepping intot he light both of his hands wrapped firmly around the steel chair)
Psycho: See Doc going into tonight I feel very good about myself. Your confident...cocky and looking to far ahead. In this sport...the sport you claim your so great at. you should know that overlooking any opponent can be your downfall. You've done that. Your dreams of being the WFW Champion are already dancing in your head. ah, but Christmas does not come early no matter how good you are. Being stupid cancels it completly. It will make you fight me Doc and if your thinking I'm only good for twenty minutes then your sadly lacking. Your in for a fight Doc...the fight of your career. see I don't care what happens to you...or for me for the matter. All I do care is that yuor shoulders get pinned to the mat. That's my focus...what focus I do have and I will stop at nothing to do it.
(Psycho stares coldly into the camera)
Psycho: I ahve ever idea whom I'm stepping into the ring with Doc....the question at hand is...do you?
Well you'll find that out real soon and for that private hell you want to turn the WDW into. <smiles> Well that sounds like fun to me. I'll see you in the ring...DOC!
(He turns his back and walks away)
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(Backstage a Henning Memorial is a flurry of activity. However for Psycho the noise and confusion is not for him. In a far off corner of the arena he keeps to himself. Alone he waits...waits for the moment when the echo of his name comes down the hall and he makes his way to ringside. There he has a focus point...a problem to wrap his mind around. tonight that man is Doc Silver and his the urges of violence towards him hav ebeen partically overwhelming. His hands clutched around a steel chair Psycho sit sin the shadows trying to be alone with his thoughts)
Psycho: Ah, Doc...I'm so glad the time for us to fight is almost near. I grow tired of hearing your voice. Every second grates at my nerves and just pushes me a little further towards wanting to hurt you. Finally after all this time the hour is almost at hand. No more explaining what you either can't or refuse to understand. No more hnad holding you through the simplies of explanations. I see you as just another man who strikes back in stupidity when his mind can not concieve of such a concept. It's not your fault. No it's just human nature to pretend what we don;t understand doesn't matter. it's our own little way of making the subject seem unimportant. Sadly you seem to do that alot and thus I almost feel sad for you.
(Psycho leans forward the shadows only cover half his masked face)
Psycho: See Doc you can have your cake and eat it too. It's right there in front of you...your problem is taking the time to do something then run your mouth. My name is jus tthat...nothing more. I choose it as a refelection of part of my personality. Not to instill fear in my opponents. Quite frankly anyman afraid of just a name....well really doesn't deserve to be called a opponent. More of a victim in my eyes. Such as you will be tonight. I never cried a river...only a simple explanation. wrestling is not hard for me with my illness. In fact it comes quite easy. The hard part is holding back when I really wish to hurt someone...someone such as yourself. I've got plenty of help Doc...plenty. It used to be much worse then it is now. Again you could never truly understand in your narrow world...so correcting you once more is futile.
(Psycho stands now stepping intot he light both of his hands wrapped firmly around the steel chair)
Psycho: See Doc going into tonight I feel very good about myself. Your confident...cocky and looking to far ahead. In this sport...the sport you claim your so great at. you should know that overlooking any opponent can be your downfall. You've done that. Your dreams of being the WFW Champion are already dancing in your head. ah, but Christmas does not come early no matter how good you are. Being stupid cancels it completly. It will make you fight me Doc and if your thinking I'm only good for twenty minutes then your sadly lacking. Your in for a fight Doc...the fight of your career. see I don't care what happens to you...or for me for the matter. All I do care is that yuor shoulders get pinned to the mat. That's my focus...what focus I do have and I will stop at nothing to do it.
(Psycho stares coldly into the camera)
Psycho: I ahve ever idea whom I'm stepping into the ring with Doc....the question at hand is...do you?
Well you'll find that out real soon and for that private hell you want to turn the WDW into. <smiles> Well that sounds like fun to me. I'll see you in the ring...DOC!
(He turns his back and walks away)
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