TBirdSCIL
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Rychard Isaac vs. Jon Savage
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JonMayhew71
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Rychard WHO?????
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-23-02 AT 10:39 AM (EST)]Cam fades into the backstage area of the GLCW Televison complex, where interviews are taped for the GLCW Television programs. Sitting on a couple of equipment haulers are Jon Savage (sporting his version of the GLCW Championship) along with manager Dr. Johnny Wildside. They are looking over the interview schedule when a producer walks up to them....
PRODUCER: You can't bring that....ahem....belt onto the interview set.
WILDSIDE: Why not?
PRODUCER: Because that's not a recognized championship in Great Lakes Championship Wrestling.....
WILDSIDE: Well it's Savage's own GLCW Championship. I paid for it with my own money, and anyways, it looks good with his outfit.
PRODUCER: You're not going out there with that title.....
Suddenly Savage stands up and dwarfs the producer. He glares at the producer -- who is shaken by this sudden aggressiveness -- then growls at him momentarily.
SAVAGE: (clenching teeth) We're not going WHERE with WHAT????
PRODUCER: (stammering) Uh....well....since there's....ah....no time...for a....uh....chan....gotta go....
Cam shows producer running off. Wildside stands up behind Savage and taps him on the shoulder.
WILDSIDE: You got anger, that's good. You're becoming more aggressive, that's even better. We gotta channel that because we've gotta stop thinking about a match-by-match strategy and start focusing on getting the attention of the front office and all of their "pet champions." That's why you're wearing that gold belt. Yeah, it's a pretty good replica of the GLCW title. We both know that we won't be satisfied until we get our hands on the real thing.....
SAVAGE: Yeah, but we can't get our hands on the real belt and chumpion until we quit wrestling in these prelim matches. Like this guy here.....
WILDSIDE: You mean Rychard Isaac?
SAVAGE: Rychard WHO????
WILDSIDE: That's right. Keep that attitude cause when we're finished with Rychard what's-his-name then that's what the GLCW fans and front office will be saying.
SAVAGE: You think Scot will like our new version of the title?
WILDSIDE; What can he say, we paid for it with our own money....
The pair are then called onto the interview set. Cam shows both of them walking through the GLCW Curtain.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-23-02 AT 10:39 AM (EST)]Cam fades into the backstage area of the GLCW Televison complex, where interviews are taped for the GLCW Television programs. Sitting on a couple of equipment haulers are Jon Savage (sporting his version of the GLCW Championship) along with manager Dr. Johnny Wildside. They are looking over the interview schedule when a producer walks up to them....
PRODUCER: You can't bring that....ahem....belt onto the interview set.
WILDSIDE: Why not?
PRODUCER: Because that's not a recognized championship in Great Lakes Championship Wrestling.....
WILDSIDE: Well it's Savage's own GLCW Championship. I paid for it with my own money, and anyways, it looks good with his outfit.
PRODUCER: You're not going out there with that title.....
Suddenly Savage stands up and dwarfs the producer. He glares at the producer -- who is shaken by this sudden aggressiveness -- then growls at him momentarily.
SAVAGE: (clenching teeth) We're not going WHERE with WHAT????
PRODUCER: (stammering) Uh....well....since there's....ah....no time...for a....uh....chan....gotta go....
Cam shows producer running off. Wildside stands up behind Savage and taps him on the shoulder.
WILDSIDE: You got anger, that's good. You're becoming more aggressive, that's even better. We gotta channel that because we've gotta stop thinking about a match-by-match strategy and start focusing on getting the attention of the front office and all of their "pet champions." That's why you're wearing that gold belt. Yeah, it's a pretty good replica of the GLCW title. We both know that we won't be satisfied until we get our hands on the real thing.....
SAVAGE: Yeah, but we can't get our hands on the real belt and chumpion until we quit wrestling in these prelim matches. Like this guy here.....
WILDSIDE: You mean Rychard Isaac?
SAVAGE: Rychard WHO????
WILDSIDE: That's right. Keep that attitude cause when we're finished with Rychard what's-his-name then that's what the GLCW fans and front office will be saying.
SAVAGE: You think Scot will like our new version of the title?
WILDSIDE; What can he say, we paid for it with our own money....
The pair are then called onto the interview set. Cam shows both of them walking through the GLCW Curtain.....
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DracyrCaasi
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RE: Rychard WHO?????
(Within the confines of a dilapidated locker room tenement, bits of tape strewn about the concrete floors, the occasional vermin sauntering past, a man lies back, with his hands manacled in a lock behest themselves, idly glancing upon a threadbare Polaroid amateurishly strapped into the inner crevice of his rustic locker…
The photo, though barely discernable in the light that encompassed its features, contained within it knowledge of a time that transcended innocence and the perversions of age and the corruption that entailed time’s inevitable weariness… It was of a boy, wringing the hands of another individual much older than he, caressing his arm affectionately and glancing upon the center ring that contained two individuals shaking hands…
Eighteen years ago, he was the adolescent; the man was his erroneous significant other, and that arena had been the foundation of his internal disciplines instilled with a sense of pride, as wrestling became more than just another sport for him, it had become his teacher. Those were the Golden Days….
His glance had shifted from its initial position, to the individual clasping the camera and re-adjusting the light atop it to compensate for the dimly lit room… Rychards pupils, though frail, contained a tangible reality that spoke in more tongues than his mouth could ever possibly entail…
This was his shining moment, or a premature swan song that could’ve been mistaken for the utterance of a man who had loved, lived, warred and nearly died for the sport that loved him almost as much as he loved it in return… )
Rychard: It used to be that the integrity of a man in this sport used to amount to that of his weight in gold. Titles and accolades were promptly allocated to those individuals that stood tall and represented a type of lifestyle that positively abhored anything pertaining to the human fallacy… Those were the Men of Steel and Brass, engulfing fear with a ferocious tenacity and bearing the insignia of a Hero.
They were the individuals that realized from the get go, that People…. The adamantly working proletariats, had spent their hard earned money on tickets to see men perform feats of strength and skill that awed and caused envy… Most importantly, elicited a respect for the art…
An art that individuals such as yourself have spat upon with the indignation of a greedy child. You’ve been lying and discrediting the sport that I grew up with…. Imitating a champion in order to garnish credibility that you’ll probably never be able to earn through hard work and determination.
Every one of you sick bastards, the ones with the singular goal of screwing over other people just for the sake of personal gain… You’ve forgotten the age-old lesson that so many like yourself have had the pleasure of experiencing: There’s no quick way to the top. All the stealing and bad gimmicks in the world won’t save you from the irony and disdain associated with the path you’ve chosen for yourselves…
Undermining authority, using foreign objects, refraining from adhering to the rules of the sport… Heh. It only leads to disqualifications. They’re cheap ploys that grow old very quickly, once the masses realize that all you’ve got in you is a brass knuckle and a fake belt. Means nothing.
…But all of that’s going to change.
I’m going to bring back the credibility this sport used to be synonymous with…
And I’m starting with you, Savage.
Rychard Who?
I’m the man who absolves all with fists and slams. I’m the boiling man, who initiates respite in all that is unjust in this world. I’m the man who takes pure and unbridled hatred, and reciprocates it into something positive.
I’m your salvation, and you’d best be prepared for the cleansing.
(FTB.)
(Within the confines of a dilapidated locker room tenement, bits of tape strewn about the concrete floors, the occasional vermin sauntering past, a man lies back, with his hands manacled in a lock behest themselves, idly glancing upon a threadbare Polaroid amateurishly strapped into the inner crevice of his rustic locker…
The photo, though barely discernable in the light that encompassed its features, contained within it knowledge of a time that transcended innocence and the perversions of age and the corruption that entailed time’s inevitable weariness… It was of a boy, wringing the hands of another individual much older than he, caressing his arm affectionately and glancing upon the center ring that contained two individuals shaking hands…
Eighteen years ago, he was the adolescent; the man was his erroneous significant other, and that arena had been the foundation of his internal disciplines instilled with a sense of pride, as wrestling became more than just another sport for him, it had become his teacher. Those were the Golden Days….
His glance had shifted from its initial position, to the individual clasping the camera and re-adjusting the light atop it to compensate for the dimly lit room… Rychards pupils, though frail, contained a tangible reality that spoke in more tongues than his mouth could ever possibly entail…
This was his shining moment, or a premature swan song that could’ve been mistaken for the utterance of a man who had loved, lived, warred and nearly died for the sport that loved him almost as much as he loved it in return… )
Rychard: It used to be that the integrity of a man in this sport used to amount to that of his weight in gold. Titles and accolades were promptly allocated to those individuals that stood tall and represented a type of lifestyle that positively abhored anything pertaining to the human fallacy… Those were the Men of Steel and Brass, engulfing fear with a ferocious tenacity and bearing the insignia of a Hero.
They were the individuals that realized from the get go, that People…. The adamantly working proletariats, had spent their hard earned money on tickets to see men perform feats of strength and skill that awed and caused envy… Most importantly, elicited a respect for the art…
An art that individuals such as yourself have spat upon with the indignation of a greedy child. You’ve been lying and discrediting the sport that I grew up with…. Imitating a champion in order to garnish credibility that you’ll probably never be able to earn through hard work and determination.
Every one of you sick bastards, the ones with the singular goal of screwing over other people just for the sake of personal gain… You’ve forgotten the age-old lesson that so many like yourself have had the pleasure of experiencing: There’s no quick way to the top. All the stealing and bad gimmicks in the world won’t save you from the irony and disdain associated with the path you’ve chosen for yourselves…
Undermining authority, using foreign objects, refraining from adhering to the rules of the sport… Heh. It only leads to disqualifications. They’re cheap ploys that grow old very quickly, once the masses realize that all you’ve got in you is a brass knuckle and a fake belt. Means nothing.
…But all of that’s going to change.
I’m going to bring back the credibility this sport used to be synonymous with…
And I’m starting with you, Savage.
Rychard Who?
I’m the man who absolves all with fists and slams. I’m the boiling man, who initiates respite in all that is unjust in this world. I’m the man who takes pure and unbridled hatred, and reciprocates it into something positive.
I’m your salvation, and you’d best be prepared for the cleansing.
(FTB.)