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WFW Great Expectations: Rocko vs. Benjamin vs. Silencer
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KGordon
League Member
I sit on my motorcycle smoking a cigarette. Now I was getting fustrated, I spent the last few weeks looking for Natalia but couldn't find her. Dam that slut is playing me. I know she is running scared and I wanted her so bad that I could taste it. I finish my cigarette and throw it to the ground as I look at the camera.
Silencer- How may I help you today? Oh yes that's right, another match, another dollar. They say money is the root of all evil, well they never met me. Now I don't know much about this Rocko or Benjamin but if they were anything like my last opponent then I got no worries. You see gentlemen, I am out for me. I don't care if you are like the Batista or Cena of the WWE..that means nothing to me. You could be former champions in the leagues that you came from but that means nothing here. I am here to prove to WFW that I am the real deal. I am known as Silencer for a reason and that is because I silence the compition. From the looks of what I got so far, it's not hard to do here. I will get what I want soon enough but in the mean time, if you step in the ring with me, then so be it. It's your funeral gentlemen, I am just the grave digger.
My cell phone rings as I take it out of my pocket.
Silencer- It's your quarter!
???- I think I found who you were looking for.
Silencer- Who is this?
???- That's not important. Do you want Natalia or not?
Silencer- You have gained my attention.
???- Good cause she is working at a dinner in Kingston, North Carolina.
Silencer- Wait, why should I trust you?
???- Because Silencer, I am the one that hired you to get under Pitt's skin in the first place. It took me a while but I tracked her down. Do what you have to do and I will meet you at Great Expectations.
Silencer- Right.
I hang up my cell phone and smile.
Silencer- Time to hunt my pray.
I start my motorcycle and race off in the direction of the highway to head to North Carolina as the camera fades out.
Silencer- How may I help you today? Oh yes that's right, another match, another dollar. They say money is the root of all evil, well they never met me. Now I don't know much about this Rocko or Benjamin but if they were anything like my last opponent then I got no worries. You see gentlemen, I am out for me. I don't care if you are like the Batista or Cena of the WWE..that means nothing to me. You could be former champions in the leagues that you came from but that means nothing here. I am here to prove to WFW that I am the real deal. I am known as Silencer for a reason and that is because I silence the compition. From the looks of what I got so far, it's not hard to do here. I will get what I want soon enough but in the mean time, if you step in the ring with me, then so be it. It's your funeral gentlemen, I am just the grave digger.
My cell phone rings as I take it out of my pocket.
Silencer- It's your quarter!
???- I think I found who you were looking for.
Silencer- Who is this?
???- That's not important. Do you want Natalia or not?
Silencer- You have gained my attention.
???- Good cause she is working at a dinner in Kingston, North Carolina.
Silencer- Wait, why should I trust you?
???- Because Silencer, I am the one that hired you to get under Pitt's skin in the first place. It took me a while but I tracked her down. Do what you have to do and I will meet you at Great Expectations.
Silencer- Right.
I hang up my cell phone and smile.
Silencer- Time to hunt my pray.
I start my motorcycle and race off in the direction of the highway to head to North Carolina as the camera fades out.
SCENE BEGINS
(Fade from black to a glorious view of the grand forests of the Northwest American region. We're near Tacoma, Washington, home of the Daymon Family and their closest trustees. Within a clearing of the forest, the patriarch of this clan, Rocko Daymon, sits on a massive tree stump that was once the base of a mighty redwood tree. He sits, arms crossed over his chest and one leg propped up on the knee of the other, looking perfectly relaxed but also looking like he's waiting for something. He wears a black Chevelle hoodie and jeans--you never see this man wearing anything but denim.)
Rocko Daymon
Let's take a moment to reflect on the Merrython, shall we?
Leading up to the event, one of the greatest professional athletes in the sport today came out and publicly told me that he was going to teach me a lesson first-hand on what it's like to be a successful athlete in this industry. But following Merrython, it seems that the only person who has learned a valuable lesson is Jean Rabesque, who got a little more than he bargained for when he stepped into the ring with me.
Now, I won't flaunt a Christian Sandsian ego to say that I'm such a badass that I pummeled a contemporary wrestling legend out of a match--I have a little more tact than that. But I can safely say, now that I join the ever-growing group of individuals that can say they've done the dance with the man who claims to run by "No False Gimmicks", Jean Rabesque is one of the finest athletes I've ever competed against. Truly, he lives up to all the hype that surrounds him, and it was an honor to go head to head with him in the ring.
(Rocko comes off the mighty tree stump, standing on his own two legs as he looks to the canopy above his head.)
Rocko Daymon
Still... I can't help but feel a small sense of pride for what I've accomplished. Sometimes, it's like whenever somebody utters the name "Rabesque", everybody in the locker room cringes, like he's the one undefeatable man walking through this federation--and there's good evidence to indicate that he may be just that. But there was no fear on my part.
I looked past the fact that Jean Rabesque is a veteran... a wrestling legend... a successful athlete... a man who could likely dwarf my own talent to an amateur level...
I looked past the fact that in the past few years, I haven't done jack **** to help my own career, and have had quite the unsuccessful streak since coming to WFW...
I said my piece over the air, stating exactly what I was going to do when I stepped into that ring. I said I was going to cut the bull**** and start fighting the way I KNOW I can.
And when the six of us were gathered in that ring together, I came out of my corner and did EXACTLY what I said I was going to do.
(His eyes close, and he smiles slightly, as though remembering his moment of glory seconds after picking up the pinfall.)
Rocko Daymon
I feel relieved, knowing I'm not quite as full as hot air as people seem to think I am. I achieved a hard-earned victory, and it came at no easy task, believe me.
But now that I have this momentum on my side, I can't slow down. I have to keep giving it my all in the ring, to show everyone out there that seven years of experience comes a long way.
Great Expectations is looming on the horizon, and I find myself facing to men. One face is familiar, the other is not. Adam Benjamin and I go back along way, since the later days of GWE. I've never lost my respect for that guy, and even though I was the on that pinned him at Merrython, I'm not cocky enough to let my guard down with this guy. Benji is the kind of guy who can bounce back unexpectedly from a devastating loss. Just when you think you've established yourself as the stronger man, he comes back and surprises you with a few new tricks, and he come pretty damn close to knocking you off your cloud...
So Benjamin, obviously, serves as a valid threat, but I know him well. I know his style, and I know what he's capable of. If I stay on top of the game, then he shouldn't be too much of a problem in the ring.
My only concerns lie with the stranger, the Silencer...
(Rocko looks to the camera for a beat and shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
You know, I watched his match against Akira's Ghost at Merrython, and I gotta say, the kid's got some impressive skills. Granted, beating a guy who calls himself "Akira's Ghost" isn't really anything to brag about, but we're not dealing with some sort of amateur.
The Silencer tries to pass off as some sort of dark, mysterious character with evil tendencies. Personally, I thought professional wrestling had outlived that gimmick after Clapper, the last great "bad guy", got thrown out of Empire Pro for talking trash about other feds, but it seems as though a little run-off remains. Me, I don't buy it. I don't try to be dark and reclusive in the ring. I come in there as the man that I am, bull**** aside. To me, being in this industry isn't about portraying a character, nor is it about soap opera dramas that revolve around people named "Natalia" or "Pitt", following some sort of storyline that is overly clichéd and pretty much not important to the grand scheme of things. To me, professional wrestling is about being what you are, doing the things you can do, and doing them well.
I'm walking into the ring with no monicker and no hype. I'm going in as myself alone, and as myself alone I intend to prevail. I'll show the Silencer first hand that you don't need a fancy name and gimmick to get by in this fed. You just have to be true to yourself.
As corny as that sounds, it's completely true. That's the REAL lesson I learned from Jean Rabesque...
(Arms crossed over his chest, Daymon nods twice.)[/B]
Rocko Daymon
The Silencer seems to think he'll have "no worries" with either me or Benji, provided we're anything like his last opponent. Unfortunately, I'm not quite your mysterious, scarred Japanese guy with an unoriginal name, so I think it's safe to assume that the Silencer should have worries galore.
Like I said, there's no bull**** with me... what you see is what you get. I have no secrets. I have no hidden motives. I'm just here to kick some ass and turn some heads.
The Silencer delivers the most clichéd promo on the market... talking about how he's going to "prove himself" as "the real deal". You know, I delivered this same speech dozens of times before, and I've heard it from a hundred others. We've all got something to prove by being here in WFW, but few of us actually step up and do it.
Last week, at the Merrython, I did just that. That's what sets me apart from the rest.
But I look at the Silencer, who so calmly thinks he'll have no problems moving up the ranks in this fed based on what he sees as opposed to what he's gone up against thus far, and I wonder what makes HIM stand out? How is HE any different from the other bottom feeders who have come and gone, unnoticed and forgotten?
Is it the "dark, mysterious" gimmick he carries?
No. We've all seen it many times before.
Is he saying anything different from everybody else out there?
No. He repeats the exact same line of "tough talk" ****.
Has he done anything in the ring that hasn't been done before?
No. Impressive as he is, he's nothing new in that ring.
(Rubbing his bearded chin with one hand, Rocko shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
The odds are stacking up against you, Silencer. The more and more I think about it, I begin to wonder what a guy like you is doing in a fed like this. Everything about you is old news... and that makes me wonder your credibility in the ring.
Now, there's no doubt in my mind that you'll put up a hell of a fight. But I think you're missing the big picture. There's a thousand other "real deals" out there looking to "prove themselves" to the masses, but very few of them ever succeed, and there isn't much to suggest that you are one of these select few.
I'm sure that at this moment, you're planning on delivering the same ol' "just you wait and see in the ring" line, but do me a favor and save it. It's nothing I haven't heard before. I know you probably think you're some sort of special case. I mean, we all think we're special, but... reality is sometimes a hard thing to be confronted with.
So after we leave that ring, amigo, and it turns out that you've been the one who has been "silenced", I want you to think real long and hard about where you stand in this federation. Is this your league? Is this your time?
(Rocko shakes his head again.)
Rocko Daymon
Not on my watch, pal. I worked hard to be where I am today, and I'll be damned if I'm denied another victory.
Rest assured, I won't be very "silent" for a long time...
(With that, Rocko steps out of the frame, leaving us with a lasting look of the mighty tree stump in the forest light. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
(Fade from black to a glorious view of the grand forests of the Northwest American region. We're near Tacoma, Washington, home of the Daymon Family and their closest trustees. Within a clearing of the forest, the patriarch of this clan, Rocko Daymon, sits on a massive tree stump that was once the base of a mighty redwood tree. He sits, arms crossed over his chest and one leg propped up on the knee of the other, looking perfectly relaxed but also looking like he's waiting for something. He wears a black Chevelle hoodie and jeans--you never see this man wearing anything but denim.)
Rocko Daymon
Let's take a moment to reflect on the Merrython, shall we?
Leading up to the event, one of the greatest professional athletes in the sport today came out and publicly told me that he was going to teach me a lesson first-hand on what it's like to be a successful athlete in this industry. But following Merrython, it seems that the only person who has learned a valuable lesson is Jean Rabesque, who got a little more than he bargained for when he stepped into the ring with me.
Now, I won't flaunt a Christian Sandsian ego to say that I'm such a badass that I pummeled a contemporary wrestling legend out of a match--I have a little more tact than that. But I can safely say, now that I join the ever-growing group of individuals that can say they've done the dance with the man who claims to run by "No False Gimmicks", Jean Rabesque is one of the finest athletes I've ever competed against. Truly, he lives up to all the hype that surrounds him, and it was an honor to go head to head with him in the ring.
(Rocko comes off the mighty tree stump, standing on his own two legs as he looks to the canopy above his head.)
Rocko Daymon
Still... I can't help but feel a small sense of pride for what I've accomplished. Sometimes, it's like whenever somebody utters the name "Rabesque", everybody in the locker room cringes, like he's the one undefeatable man walking through this federation--and there's good evidence to indicate that he may be just that. But there was no fear on my part.
I looked past the fact that Jean Rabesque is a veteran... a wrestling legend... a successful athlete... a man who could likely dwarf my own talent to an amateur level...
I looked past the fact that in the past few years, I haven't done jack **** to help my own career, and have had quite the unsuccessful streak since coming to WFW...
I said my piece over the air, stating exactly what I was going to do when I stepped into that ring. I said I was going to cut the bull**** and start fighting the way I KNOW I can.
And when the six of us were gathered in that ring together, I came out of my corner and did EXACTLY what I said I was going to do.
(His eyes close, and he smiles slightly, as though remembering his moment of glory seconds after picking up the pinfall.)
Rocko Daymon
I feel relieved, knowing I'm not quite as full as hot air as people seem to think I am. I achieved a hard-earned victory, and it came at no easy task, believe me.
But now that I have this momentum on my side, I can't slow down. I have to keep giving it my all in the ring, to show everyone out there that seven years of experience comes a long way.
Great Expectations is looming on the horizon, and I find myself facing to men. One face is familiar, the other is not. Adam Benjamin and I go back along way, since the later days of GWE. I've never lost my respect for that guy, and even though I was the on that pinned him at Merrython, I'm not cocky enough to let my guard down with this guy. Benji is the kind of guy who can bounce back unexpectedly from a devastating loss. Just when you think you've established yourself as the stronger man, he comes back and surprises you with a few new tricks, and he come pretty damn close to knocking you off your cloud...
So Benjamin, obviously, serves as a valid threat, but I know him well. I know his style, and I know what he's capable of. If I stay on top of the game, then he shouldn't be too much of a problem in the ring.
My only concerns lie with the stranger, the Silencer...
(Rocko looks to the camera for a beat and shrugs.)
Rocko Daymon
You know, I watched his match against Akira's Ghost at Merrython, and I gotta say, the kid's got some impressive skills. Granted, beating a guy who calls himself "Akira's Ghost" isn't really anything to brag about, but we're not dealing with some sort of amateur.
The Silencer tries to pass off as some sort of dark, mysterious character with evil tendencies. Personally, I thought professional wrestling had outlived that gimmick after Clapper, the last great "bad guy", got thrown out of Empire Pro for talking trash about other feds, but it seems as though a little run-off remains. Me, I don't buy it. I don't try to be dark and reclusive in the ring. I come in there as the man that I am, bull**** aside. To me, being in this industry isn't about portraying a character, nor is it about soap opera dramas that revolve around people named "Natalia" or "Pitt", following some sort of storyline that is overly clichéd and pretty much not important to the grand scheme of things. To me, professional wrestling is about being what you are, doing the things you can do, and doing them well.
I'm walking into the ring with no monicker and no hype. I'm going in as myself alone, and as myself alone I intend to prevail. I'll show the Silencer first hand that you don't need a fancy name and gimmick to get by in this fed. You just have to be true to yourself.
As corny as that sounds, it's completely true. That's the REAL lesson I learned from Jean Rabesque...
(Arms crossed over his chest, Daymon nods twice.)[/B]
Rocko Daymon
The Silencer seems to think he'll have "no worries" with either me or Benji, provided we're anything like his last opponent. Unfortunately, I'm not quite your mysterious, scarred Japanese guy with an unoriginal name, so I think it's safe to assume that the Silencer should have worries galore.
Like I said, there's no bull**** with me... what you see is what you get. I have no secrets. I have no hidden motives. I'm just here to kick some ass and turn some heads.
The Silencer delivers the most clichéd promo on the market... talking about how he's going to "prove himself" as "the real deal". You know, I delivered this same speech dozens of times before, and I've heard it from a hundred others. We've all got something to prove by being here in WFW, but few of us actually step up and do it.
Last week, at the Merrython, I did just that. That's what sets me apart from the rest.
But I look at the Silencer, who so calmly thinks he'll have no problems moving up the ranks in this fed based on what he sees as opposed to what he's gone up against thus far, and I wonder what makes HIM stand out? How is HE any different from the other bottom feeders who have come and gone, unnoticed and forgotten?
Is it the "dark, mysterious" gimmick he carries?
No. We've all seen it many times before.
Is he saying anything different from everybody else out there?
No. He repeats the exact same line of "tough talk" ****.
Has he done anything in the ring that hasn't been done before?
No. Impressive as he is, he's nothing new in that ring.
(Rubbing his bearded chin with one hand, Rocko shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
The odds are stacking up against you, Silencer. The more and more I think about it, I begin to wonder what a guy like you is doing in a fed like this. Everything about you is old news... and that makes me wonder your credibility in the ring.
Now, there's no doubt in my mind that you'll put up a hell of a fight. But I think you're missing the big picture. There's a thousand other "real deals" out there looking to "prove themselves" to the masses, but very few of them ever succeed, and there isn't much to suggest that you are one of these select few.
I'm sure that at this moment, you're planning on delivering the same ol' "just you wait and see in the ring" line, but do me a favor and save it. It's nothing I haven't heard before. I know you probably think you're some sort of special case. I mean, we all think we're special, but... reality is sometimes a hard thing to be confronted with.
So after we leave that ring, amigo, and it turns out that you've been the one who has been "silenced", I want you to think real long and hard about where you stand in this federation. Is this your league? Is this your time?
(Rocko shakes his head again.)
Rocko Daymon
Not on my watch, pal. I worked hard to be where I am today, and I'll be damned if I'm denied another victory.
Rest assured, I won't be very "silent" for a long time...
(With that, Rocko steps out of the frame, leaving us with a lasting look of the mighty tree stump in the forest light. From there, we fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
KGordon
League Member
After a long drive half way to Kingston, North Carolina, I decided to stop. I pulled my motorcycle up to a bar. Off to the side, sits a young woman who smiles at me, that was until I flipped her off. The girl wasn't worth my wild, some fat slut from the south. I enter the bar and order a beer and watch two men fighting over a pool shot.
Silencer- Your both wrong.
Both men look up at me as I take a sip of my beer.
1st Biker- What would you do then?
Silencer- *stands up and looks at the situation* 6th ball in the side pocket.
2nd Biker- *looks at the 6th ball* No way, that's shot is impossible.
Silencer- I can hit it.
1st Biker- Yeah right, $500 says you can't.
Silencer- Hand me the cue stick.
The Biker hands me his and I take the chalk. I again survey the situation before I lean over and hit the white ball. Sure enough I hit the 6th ball and it goes into the side pocket.
Silencer- That was $500 right?
2nd Biker- Dam, that was a great shot.
1st Biker- Yeah it was. *get's out a wad of money and hands it to me* Your not from around here are you?
Silencer- *puts the money in his pocket* Just stopping for a drink.
2nd Biker- I've seen you somewhere before.
1st Biker- Yeah you were on tv. Your that messed up wrestler that is after Pitt right?
Silencer- You can say that.
2nd Biker- Did you happen to see what Rocko Daymon said about you?
Silencer- No I have not but I am sure it's the same thing I hear everyday. He knows nothing of me. Yet, I bet he critizes me about who I am, what I say, the "gimmick" that I have. Am I close?
1st Biker- Yeah, he did beat Jean Rabesque last week?
Silencer- Is that suppost to impress me? I think not. Rabesque is another wrestler. Just like Rocko is. Just like I am. I don't claim to be great at what I do. I am not a cocky punk ass *****. I am who I am. I know the skills that I have. I know the people that I've beaten and I know the people who have beaten me. Will it matter if another wrestler beats me..not in my book. It might be Rocko Daymon or the Benjamin guy. I haven't given it another thought. If I lose then I lose, if I win then I win. It's the circle of the wrestling life.
2nd Biker- Wow, your a strange one.
Silencer- Why do you say that? Because I speak the truth. I don't threat about the challenge that is ahead of me. If I did then I will more likely fail. That is why I don't fret over what opponents say. It's not worth my time.
I finish off my beer and then leave
Silencer- Thanks for the money.
I walk out of the bar and to my motorcycle. I pull out a map and look at it before folding it up again.
Silencer- I don't need gimmicks to make me who I am. If that is what you see me as Rocko then so be it. I am only me..if you think that is strange then I am strange. Life is what you make of it and I am the ruler of my world. What are you? Other then someone who manage to bring down Rabesque? Does that make you important? Not in my book it doesn't. You can take down everyone who is great in your mind but it doesn't mean a thing in the end. You took down what you see as The God of Wrestling world, but you haven't done the impossible yet. You haven't taken me down. Does that make me sound cocky? Who knows, but don't claim that you are so great unless you can back it up. Prove to the world that you are the best. Take me out..that won't stop the quest that I'm on.
I start up my Motorcycle again and drive off as the camera fades out.
Silencer- Your both wrong.
Both men look up at me as I take a sip of my beer.
1st Biker- What would you do then?
Silencer- *stands up and looks at the situation* 6th ball in the side pocket.
2nd Biker- *looks at the 6th ball* No way, that's shot is impossible.
Silencer- I can hit it.
1st Biker- Yeah right, $500 says you can't.
Silencer- Hand me the cue stick.
The Biker hands me his and I take the chalk. I again survey the situation before I lean over and hit the white ball. Sure enough I hit the 6th ball and it goes into the side pocket.
Silencer- That was $500 right?
2nd Biker- Dam, that was a great shot.
1st Biker- Yeah it was. *get's out a wad of money and hands it to me* Your not from around here are you?
Silencer- *puts the money in his pocket* Just stopping for a drink.
2nd Biker- I've seen you somewhere before.
1st Biker- Yeah you were on tv. Your that messed up wrestler that is after Pitt right?
Silencer- You can say that.
2nd Biker- Did you happen to see what Rocko Daymon said about you?
Silencer- No I have not but I am sure it's the same thing I hear everyday. He knows nothing of me. Yet, I bet he critizes me about who I am, what I say, the "gimmick" that I have. Am I close?
1st Biker- Yeah, he did beat Jean Rabesque last week?
Silencer- Is that suppost to impress me? I think not. Rabesque is another wrestler. Just like Rocko is. Just like I am. I don't claim to be great at what I do. I am not a cocky punk ass *****. I am who I am. I know the skills that I have. I know the people that I've beaten and I know the people who have beaten me. Will it matter if another wrestler beats me..not in my book. It might be Rocko Daymon or the Benjamin guy. I haven't given it another thought. If I lose then I lose, if I win then I win. It's the circle of the wrestling life.
2nd Biker- Wow, your a strange one.
Silencer- Why do you say that? Because I speak the truth. I don't threat about the challenge that is ahead of me. If I did then I will more likely fail. That is why I don't fret over what opponents say. It's not worth my time.
I finish off my beer and then leave
Silencer- Thanks for the money.
I walk out of the bar and to my motorcycle. I pull out a map and look at it before folding it up again.
Silencer- I don't need gimmicks to make me who I am. If that is what you see me as Rocko then so be it. I am only me..if you think that is strange then I am strange. Life is what you make of it and I am the ruler of my world. What are you? Other then someone who manage to bring down Rabesque? Does that make you important? Not in my book it doesn't. You can take down everyone who is great in your mind but it doesn't mean a thing in the end. You took down what you see as The God of Wrestling world, but you haven't done the impossible yet. You haven't taken me down. Does that make me sound cocky? Who knows, but don't claim that you are so great unless you can back it up. Prove to the world that you are the best. Take me out..that won't stop the quest that I'm on.
I start up my Motorcycle again and drive off as the camera fades out.
SCENE BEGINS
(Fade from black to a skyline shot of Seattle, Washington. It's one of those rare days in the west coast city where there isn't a cloud in the sky. In the good weather, a sailboat calmly passes by on the blue Pacific Ocean.)
(On the shore, looking at this peaceful scene of the boat passing by, Rocko Daymon sits on a bench in jeans and a black t-shirt. He has a paper cup of water in one hand a book in the other. A close-up of the cover reveals that it's a book covering the art of tarot and fortune-telling. Odd. A moment later, he looks up to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Afternoon.
(He holds up the book.)
Rocko Daymon
I was just in the process of doing a little studying on, you know... looking into the future. For some reason, after watching that last promo, I've found a new interest in it. Why, you may ask?
Well, a lot of it probably has to do with the fact that WFW now has it's own Miss Cleo, only he calls himself the Silencer.
Here's a guy who doesn't have to WATCH your promo in order to know EXACTLY what you said.
That blows my mind.
I guess cutting a promo would be a waste of my time considering one of my opponents in this match needs only to consult what other people say every day, am I right?
(Daymon comes to his feet, looking down at the book in his hand.)
Rocko Daymon
Or, more likely, maybe this guy's just full of ****, so in that case...
(He chucks the book out into the ocean. It sinks beneath the brimy blue in a flaccid splash. The camera goes back to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
Here's the deal. I'm presenting myself here with only my body, my words, and the clothes on my back.
No scripts...
No scenes...
No subplots...
No bikers, no pool tables, no gorilla ladies to distract you, my audience, from my overall point.
Some people, like the Silencer, seem to be in this game just so they can act out some sort of story. Seriously, I haven't sat through one of his ******* promos without hearing the name "Pitt" come up more than once. I guess if wants to fabricate his own soap opera, he can do whatever he wants with the airtime WFW gives him.
I, however, being a husband and father, don't have that kind of time on my hands, so for all our sakes, I'm just going to say my piece and leave without you having to worry about who I'm gunning for in this federation or having to sit through a long, pointless scene that involves a couple paid actors to create the illusion that everything that happens on camera is a glimpse of my daily life.
So, without further adieu...
(He clears his throat.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm sure many sat and watched the Silencer cut his last, uhm... "promo", I would call it, for a lack of a better term. And if you're like me, you were probably looking for a can of spinach and a little sailor's jig to go with that "I am what I am" speech he stretched out over a five minute length of time.
Well, if the Silencer is who he is, then I guess I can't say much against that. The thing I'm pointing out is that the kind of person he IS makes me laugh.
I mean... let me get this straight...
He doesn't care whether he wins or loses...
All he cares about is the goal he's fixated himself on...
(He pauses a beat to consider this.)
Rocko Daymon
...yeah, if that's what you want, then roll with it. However...
I didn't come here to stalk some other guy on the roster.
I came here to use my talents to their fullest and succeed at every turn.
If the Silencer doesn't care whether he wins or loses this match, then I ask why he would even bother showing up to the match!
His war's not with me... it's with some other guy. I'm sure it makes sense when he needs a paycheck every month, but if he's not prepared to be as determined as I am to win this match, then why the hell bother even trying?
If he can't compete my spirit, focus, and determination, then he's just wasting my time.
(He holds his hands out to his sides, looking directly into the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Simply put, Silencer, if you aren't prepared to fight on my level, then you should just stay home. I will go to any lengths to continue my success founded at Merrython, and the only way you can ever hope to beat me is if you will yourself to go the same distance.
But I'm sure you don't care about any of that...
Of course, with all your talk about how little you care about everything, I'm sure you won't care even if I pummel your ass in that ring.
You get your check, I get my win. We all go home happy.
(He shrugs with a smile on his face.)
Rocko Daymon
I think something else should be addressed... about this... "beating" Jean Rabesque.
First, let's get something straight, here... NOBODY here "beat" Jean Rabesque. Nobody pinned his shoulders on the mat for three counts. Nobody made him tap. I never said I did any of these things...
You see, Silencer, you totally misheard me...
Do you think the entire shpiel at the start of my last promo was an attempt to impress you, Silencer?
I wasn't trying to make a point by saying I overpowered Jean Rabesque in the final moments of the match... I was making a point by saying that during that match, I did everything I said I was going to do.
And here we are now, days away from Great Expectations, and I'm saying a whole lot of other things about this match. You'd THINK, Silencer... that maybe, JUST MAYBE IF I'm the kind of guy who practices what he preaches, you wouldn't be walking around with "no worries" about your future opponent.
(Eyebrows bounce slightly to the camera as he allows the man he addresses a moment to consider this.)
Rocko Daymon
You won't have to worry about me "proving" anything, Silencer. If Merrython taught this world--Rabesque included--anything, it's that I have no problems with backing up my words with my fists.
I didn't come here today and cut this promo to try and impress you, or leave you shaking in your boots, Silencer. I could care less for doing either. I only care about winning this match and moving on to better things while you go back to doing whatever it is you do.
But if you think you can drive around on your big hog with this smug impression that you'll succeed just because you're fighting for yourself, then think again.
One hurdle stands in your path...
One FREAKIN' BIG hurdle, at that.
And while you don't care much about beating me, I care a great deal about beating you.
Not to prove anything...
Not to make any impressions...
But simply for the reason that success has been my goal since the first day I came here.
(He holds up his paper cup, toasting the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
So, Silencer, here's to my ensuing victory, and your ensuing payoff.
To each his own, and godspeed to both of us in our respective paths.
(He finishes off whatever's left in his cup and crushes it in the palm of his hand.)
Rocko Daymon
They might call you the Silencer because of what you do, but I'll work in every way to deny you of your reputation.
I won't allow myself to be silenced. I won't allow myself to be beaten...
(He rolls his eyes.)
Rocko Daymon
Ah, but I'm sure you knew that already, "John Edward"...
(He turns away, shaking his head and throwing the empty paper cup to a nearby waste basket. He misses it clearly, but doesn't seem to notice as he walks away. Fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
(Fade from black to a skyline shot of Seattle, Washington. It's one of those rare days in the west coast city where there isn't a cloud in the sky. In the good weather, a sailboat calmly passes by on the blue Pacific Ocean.)
(On the shore, looking at this peaceful scene of the boat passing by, Rocko Daymon sits on a bench in jeans and a black t-shirt. He has a paper cup of water in one hand a book in the other. A close-up of the cover reveals that it's a book covering the art of tarot and fortune-telling. Odd. A moment later, he looks up to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Afternoon.
(He holds up the book.)
Rocko Daymon
I was just in the process of doing a little studying on, you know... looking into the future. For some reason, after watching that last promo, I've found a new interest in it. Why, you may ask?
Well, a lot of it probably has to do with the fact that WFW now has it's own Miss Cleo, only he calls himself the Silencer.
Here's a guy who doesn't have to WATCH your promo in order to know EXACTLY what you said.
That blows my mind.
I guess cutting a promo would be a waste of my time considering one of my opponents in this match needs only to consult what other people say every day, am I right?
(Daymon comes to his feet, looking down at the book in his hand.)
Rocko Daymon
Or, more likely, maybe this guy's just full of ****, so in that case...
(He chucks the book out into the ocean. It sinks beneath the brimy blue in a flaccid splash. The camera goes back to Rocko.)
Rocko Daymon
Here's the deal. I'm presenting myself here with only my body, my words, and the clothes on my back.
No scripts...
No scenes...
No subplots...
No bikers, no pool tables, no gorilla ladies to distract you, my audience, from my overall point.
Some people, like the Silencer, seem to be in this game just so they can act out some sort of story. Seriously, I haven't sat through one of his ******* promos without hearing the name "Pitt" come up more than once. I guess if wants to fabricate his own soap opera, he can do whatever he wants with the airtime WFW gives him.
I, however, being a husband and father, don't have that kind of time on my hands, so for all our sakes, I'm just going to say my piece and leave without you having to worry about who I'm gunning for in this federation or having to sit through a long, pointless scene that involves a couple paid actors to create the illusion that everything that happens on camera is a glimpse of my daily life.
So, without further adieu...
(He clears his throat.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm sure many sat and watched the Silencer cut his last, uhm... "promo", I would call it, for a lack of a better term. And if you're like me, you were probably looking for a can of spinach and a little sailor's jig to go with that "I am what I am" speech he stretched out over a five minute length of time.
Well, if the Silencer is who he is, then I guess I can't say much against that. The thing I'm pointing out is that the kind of person he IS makes me laugh.
I mean... let me get this straight...
He doesn't care whether he wins or loses...
All he cares about is the goal he's fixated himself on...
(He pauses a beat to consider this.)
Rocko Daymon
...yeah, if that's what you want, then roll with it. However...
I didn't come here to stalk some other guy on the roster.
I came here to use my talents to their fullest and succeed at every turn.
If the Silencer doesn't care whether he wins or loses this match, then I ask why he would even bother showing up to the match!
His war's not with me... it's with some other guy. I'm sure it makes sense when he needs a paycheck every month, but if he's not prepared to be as determined as I am to win this match, then why the hell bother even trying?
If he can't compete my spirit, focus, and determination, then he's just wasting my time.
(He holds his hands out to his sides, looking directly into the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Simply put, Silencer, if you aren't prepared to fight on my level, then you should just stay home. I will go to any lengths to continue my success founded at Merrython, and the only way you can ever hope to beat me is if you will yourself to go the same distance.
But I'm sure you don't care about any of that...
Of course, with all your talk about how little you care about everything, I'm sure you won't care even if I pummel your ass in that ring.
You get your check, I get my win. We all go home happy.
(He shrugs with a smile on his face.)
Rocko Daymon
I think something else should be addressed... about this... "beating" Jean Rabesque.
First, let's get something straight, here... NOBODY here "beat" Jean Rabesque. Nobody pinned his shoulders on the mat for three counts. Nobody made him tap. I never said I did any of these things...
You see, Silencer, you totally misheard me...
Do you think the entire shpiel at the start of my last promo was an attempt to impress you, Silencer?
I wasn't trying to make a point by saying I overpowered Jean Rabesque in the final moments of the match... I was making a point by saying that during that match, I did everything I said I was going to do.
And here we are now, days away from Great Expectations, and I'm saying a whole lot of other things about this match. You'd THINK, Silencer... that maybe, JUST MAYBE IF I'm the kind of guy who practices what he preaches, you wouldn't be walking around with "no worries" about your future opponent.
(Eyebrows bounce slightly to the camera as he allows the man he addresses a moment to consider this.)
Rocko Daymon
You won't have to worry about me "proving" anything, Silencer. If Merrython taught this world--Rabesque included--anything, it's that I have no problems with backing up my words with my fists.
I didn't come here today and cut this promo to try and impress you, or leave you shaking in your boots, Silencer. I could care less for doing either. I only care about winning this match and moving on to better things while you go back to doing whatever it is you do.
But if you think you can drive around on your big hog with this smug impression that you'll succeed just because you're fighting for yourself, then think again.
One hurdle stands in your path...
One FREAKIN' BIG hurdle, at that.
And while you don't care much about beating me, I care a great deal about beating you.
Not to prove anything...
Not to make any impressions...
But simply for the reason that success has been my goal since the first day I came here.
(He holds up his paper cup, toasting the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
So, Silencer, here's to my ensuing victory, and your ensuing payoff.
To each his own, and godspeed to both of us in our respective paths.
(He finishes off whatever's left in his cup and crushes it in the palm of his hand.)
Rocko Daymon
They might call you the Silencer because of what you do, but I'll work in every way to deny you of your reputation.
I won't allow myself to be silenced. I won't allow myself to be beaten...
(He rolls his eyes.)
Rocko Daymon
Ah, but I'm sure you knew that already, "John Edward"...
(He turns away, shaking his head and throwing the empty paper cup to a nearby waste basket. He misses it clearly, but doesn't seem to notice as he walks away. Fade to black.)
SCENE ENDS
KGordon
League Member
I finally reached my destination and did what I had to do. I did my job and I must say she put up a good fight but not to much of one. I finished securing her ropes and left the room locking it after me. I walk up the steps when I hear the voice of my boss.
???- Well done, I am impressed.
Silencer- Not a problem, the rest of the plan goes off at Great Expectations.
???- Yes it does, so is our prisoneer secured?
Silencer- Don't worry, she's not going anywhere. She's out like a light from that little senitive I gave her.
???- Perfect, now onto what is important and that is the little ass that is talking **** about you.
Silencer- Do you think I am worried about some pipsqueek like Rocko Daymon? I fear no one, not even you.
???- I know and we both know why I hired you to do. I am the money man in this whole thing. I am not backing a losing man so I don't care if this Rocko is Oshama Bin Laden himself. You take him seriously. Do I make myself clear?
Silencer- Will you stop ranting and raving? I hear you and Rocko like all others are done for.
???- Good, just make sure it stays that way. I will be back later, feed her but remember, mention nothing of me.
Silencer- I know the plan. Stop reminding me why I am in this league. I know my purpose, I know what must be done.
Off to the side the door opens to show a figure of a man leaving but never seeing his face. I walk over to a chair and take a seat.
Silencer- John Edwards huh? I use to like that show but am I psycic? No! How did I know what you said Rocko? It's the same thing that everyone else says. Same bull. I've heard it all. Wacked out, Insane, Driven, then oh I get the people like you that say I am working under a gimmick and that I am not myself. If you don't like what I have to say Mr. Daymon, then there is this thing called a remote control. *holds up remote* Now I am going to give you a crash course on how you can shut me up. Here is what you do..point this control to your tv and hit this button call "mute". It's as simple as that but if you don't want to see what I have to say all together, then try this..I mean this **** amazes me. You got these arrows to the side that turn the volume up and down. *turns volume up* If you don't like it loud then you can do this. *turns down the volume as he continues to watch Rocko* Look at me I am Rocko Daymon, I am the best, the king of the pixies, you are so in trouble. *grins* Or the last option for you Daymon is to do this. *shows the remote* A little button called power or on some other remotes it might be On/Off. I mean you got to see what it does. *pushes the button and the tv turns off* Technology is great these days isn't it Rocko? *stands up* Now seeing as this is my time to speak to you and to the world then I will speak on whatever subject I want. I can speak on any number of subjects: Politics, The War in Iraq, Abductions, Shootings, Vampires, well I believe you do get the hint. If I want to speak about Pitt then who are you to deny me of that right? Your not a God here. You just a pesisent. You are nothing to me. Just an annoying bug that I will kill in the ring. You, Rocko and that other fool that seems to be hiding under a rock, if you are as good as you claim you are then I am up for a highly ranked challenge but in my mind all you do is speak ****. I have seen nothing that gives me fear. You call yourself a wrestler, all you are to me is a man that sits in a fantasy house or on a beach somewhere, it's looks more like a boy band. That is all you are to me, another boy. After I am done, all that will remain in that ring are your two buck teeth. You seeled your fate, just like someone else has. In fact he seeled his fate and his little girlfriend's fate.
Openning the door to where I just came from
Silencer- Now if you excuse me, I have more pressing matters to deal with then the likes of talking to some kid.
Camera fades out.
???- Well done, I am impressed.
Silencer- Not a problem, the rest of the plan goes off at Great Expectations.
???- Yes it does, so is our prisoneer secured?
Silencer- Don't worry, she's not going anywhere. She's out like a light from that little senitive I gave her.
???- Perfect, now onto what is important and that is the little ass that is talking **** about you.
Silencer- Do you think I am worried about some pipsqueek like Rocko Daymon? I fear no one, not even you.
???- I know and we both know why I hired you to do. I am the money man in this whole thing. I am not backing a losing man so I don't care if this Rocko is Oshama Bin Laden himself. You take him seriously. Do I make myself clear?
Silencer- Will you stop ranting and raving? I hear you and Rocko like all others are done for.
???- Good, just make sure it stays that way. I will be back later, feed her but remember, mention nothing of me.
Silencer- I know the plan. Stop reminding me why I am in this league. I know my purpose, I know what must be done.
Off to the side the door opens to show a figure of a man leaving but never seeing his face. I walk over to a chair and take a seat.
Silencer- John Edwards huh? I use to like that show but am I psycic? No! How did I know what you said Rocko? It's the same thing that everyone else says. Same bull. I've heard it all. Wacked out, Insane, Driven, then oh I get the people like you that say I am working under a gimmick and that I am not myself. If you don't like what I have to say Mr. Daymon, then there is this thing called a remote control. *holds up remote* Now I am going to give you a crash course on how you can shut me up. Here is what you do..point this control to your tv and hit this button call "mute". It's as simple as that but if you don't want to see what I have to say all together, then try this..I mean this **** amazes me. You got these arrows to the side that turn the volume up and down. *turns volume up* If you don't like it loud then you can do this. *turns down the volume as he continues to watch Rocko* Look at me I am Rocko Daymon, I am the best, the king of the pixies, you are so in trouble. *grins* Or the last option for you Daymon is to do this. *shows the remote* A little button called power or on some other remotes it might be On/Off. I mean you got to see what it does. *pushes the button and the tv turns off* Technology is great these days isn't it Rocko? *stands up* Now seeing as this is my time to speak to you and to the world then I will speak on whatever subject I want. I can speak on any number of subjects: Politics, The War in Iraq, Abductions, Shootings, Vampires, well I believe you do get the hint. If I want to speak about Pitt then who are you to deny me of that right? Your not a God here. You just a pesisent. You are nothing to me. Just an annoying bug that I will kill in the ring. You, Rocko and that other fool that seems to be hiding under a rock, if you are as good as you claim you are then I am up for a highly ranked challenge but in my mind all you do is speak ****. I have seen nothing that gives me fear. You call yourself a wrestler, all you are to me is a man that sits in a fantasy house or on a beach somewhere, it's looks more like a boy band. That is all you are to me, another boy. After I am done, all that will remain in that ring are your two buck teeth. You seeled your fate, just like someone else has. In fact he seeled his fate and his little girlfriend's fate.
Openning the door to where I just came from
Silencer- Now if you excuse me, I have more pressing matters to deal with then the likes of talking to some kid.
Camera fades out.
SCENE BEGINS
(Surprisingly, we're not at the poolside of a fancy mansion. Fade from black to the interior of a well-furnished Seattle gymnasium, lit only by the early morning sun from the glass doors at the front of the building. A figure can be seen outside, coming in, dressed in gym shorts, a black t-shirt, and carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. The camera tracks in as he exits the lobby, coming through the second glass door into the actual gym. It is none other than Rocko Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Every time I step into that ring, I strive to improve myself.
(Daymon, looking fit, looking determined, looking ready, and looking otherwise very, uh... "un-band-boy-ish", for lack of a better term, flips a set of lights, revealing the interior of gymnasium, including exercise equipment, mats, medicine balls, and of course, a full-sized ring.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
This is the way it's been since my very first show. No matter who my opponent is, no matter what the odds are, and no matter who wins and who loses, it is always my goal to take something from that match and learn from it.
(We cut to Daymon sitting on the floor, legs spread far apart. He leans over one leg reaching for his toes and does the next, stretching his muscles as a warm-up.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Ever since my coming to WFW, there have been so many new things I've learned. From Psycho, I learned that you're only as good as your next match. From Jean Rabesque, I learned that sometimes it's more effective to DO what you want as opposed to say it.
(Cut to Daymon, now in the ring, doing a series of warm-up reps to get his blood flowing. He runs from one end of the ring to the next, tapping the middle rope, and rebounding to the other side, doing a roll through every trip to test his agility.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
And now this week, faced with two opponents, I'm given another opportunity to learn. From Adam Benjamin, there's always something new to learn, provided he takes the time to say something. I don't know where my old rival's been in the past few weeks, but I'm hoping he doesn't disappoint me at Great Expectations. The man is an athlete whose talent is beyond words.
(Cut to Daymon, now doing arm curls with a bar and a heavy set of weights. He paces himself, taking in a breath with every rep.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
With the Silencer, on the other hand... it's a different story. You see, the Silencer doesn't seem to have much wisdom to share around. Lately, I've been trying to take an interest in some of his hobbies. Fortune-telling, obviously, didn't catch my fancy...
(Cut to a close-up of Daymon's strained face, which suddenly goes down and out of frame momentarily and returns. The camera pulls back, and we see that it's actually positioned upside down. It reverts to a standard position, and we see Daymon doing verticle crunches along a bar normally used for pull-ups.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
But then in his last promo, I felt a little inspired by his instructional monologue on the usage of a television remote. I took it upon myself to do a little studying up on the subject, on guys like Farnsworth, and Sarnoff, and RCA, and that stuff. I learned many great things... but something that fascinated me even more was the history of visual recording.
(Cut to Daymon back in the ring, now with his sparring partner, also his brother-in-law. The two work through a few technical holds, practicing armbar and hammerlock reversals through martial arts and Judo techniques.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
The first VCR for home use was invented in 1972, in England. Since then, people across the world have been able to do a variety of functions in video recording. If you missed your favorite show, you could always tape it. If you missed something that someone said, you could always rewind...
(The footage sudden pauses and goes in reverse. Daymon rebounds from the mat, over his partner's shoulder, and back onto his feet where their interlocked arms unweave from each other.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
If you wanted to skip the boring stuff, you could always fast forward...
(The footage speeds up. We see Daymon go back over his partners shoulder. We cut to another scene of Daymon doing a set of quick push-ups until it returns to regular speed.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Or, if you wanted to quit watching altogether, you could stop...
(Blue screen, with "STOP" in the corner of the screen in bright white letters.)
(The camera pulls back, revealing the wall screen and Rocko Daymon sitting nearby, now finished with his work-out and sitting on a folding chair. He has the remote to the video in his hand. He holds it up for the camera to see.)
Rocko Daymon
Here's a remote YOU should try studying up on, Silencer. Believe me, I think it would help you tremendously.
Maybe if you started watching tapes of my promos... maybe if you used this nifty "Rewind" button here, rather than simply assuming everything I'll say next, you'll actually KNOW what I'm talking about as opposed to THINKING that you know.
First and foremost, I think we should go into this whole uh, "astral vision" or "seeing the future" bit I've touched upon. It seemed to me that the whole John Edwards reference got under my opponent's skin a little. But yet again, due to the fact that he never cares enough to actually sit down and WATCH my promos, he's missed the point entirely.
Sometimes, Silencer, it's better to just watch yourself rather than be told what I said by someone else.
So instead of "Fast Forwarding" to the future once again, let's use that nifty "Rewind" button right now, and go back a few days. Let's go back to your second promo.
(He hits a button on the remote and the screen begins to play of the Silencer arriving at a small bar on his bike, sans audio.)
Rocko Daymon
We've already seen this, so let's just run through it.
You arrive at this place...
You hustle half a grand in cash from a couple of rednecks by making a tough shot...
They ask YOU if you've heard what I've said, and you respond, saying, I quote, "I am sure it's the same thing I hear everyday."
Now in this promo, as I see it, is quite a remarkable demonstration of your prophetic power. And no, I'm not talking about what I said. I'm sure that's easily predictable.
I mean, professional wrestling has been around for YEARS. When you look at everything now, it's pretty obvious that anything you hear in any promo is, in some way, shape, or form, ripped off from another guy's promo. Originality in dialogue has ceased to be. I never claimed that I was, I don't know... some sort of GOD of the English Language whose words could never be recreated. The thing is, Silencer, that there's not a whole lot of what YOU say that hasn't already been said many times before, by the same guys carrying the same tough, quiet, dark-guy gimmick.
(Fingers come to his lips as though he suddenly regrets the last thing he said.)
Rocko Daymon
Oh, my bad. I forget that every time you hear that word, you become upset and deliver a five minute rant in which you explain your identity.
Back to my point. I'm not calling you out for using some sort of telepathic power to cognitively know every word I said in my previous promo. Rather, Silencer, instead of predicting my words, you predicted my character, my reputation, my habits, and--worst of all--my TALENT.
Let's not forget that when we use that "Rewind" button and go back to your FIRST promo, we all see that at one point you actually admitted that you knew absolutely nothing about me or Adam Benjamin.
And then, all of a sudden, you come forward with this impression that I'm some guy strutting around with a dip in his hip because he thinks he outwrestled Jean Rabesque. Your definition of a... "cocky punk ass *****".
(Daymon shrugs in his seat.)
Rocko Daymon
Your first mistake was basing a false assumption on me. Even in that first promo, you were making this mistake, assuming that myself and Benjamin were probably like your previous opponent, Akira's Ghost. Is that wise? Is it wise in any case to assume that your next opponent will probably be the same as the last?
Not in my experience, it isn't. In fact, that's a sure way to dig your own grave. I didn't survive seven years of professional wrestling by assuming my next opponent wouldn't be any different from the last. Like I said earlier, since Day One, I've ALWAYS strived to improve myself, to overcome every challenge and expect another to follow, each one greater than the last.
Silencer, use that "Rewind" key... go back over each and every one of my promos and see for yourself. I never claimed to be the greatest wrestler ever. I never coined myself as a Professional Wrestling Superman. I never referred to my opponents as "annoying bugs" that I would inevitably "kill in the ring". I sure as hell never bragged about being better than or possibly "beating" Jean Rabesque.
You claim I've been talking about of my ass this entire week... well, I ask, what have I said that would indicate anything as such? I never said I was great. I never said I was special. Simply put, I stated that I was happy to earn a hard-fought victory, and I declared that I would be determined more than anything to earn another, no matter what the odds. Whether that means going through another wrestling legend or some new guy with a clichéd gimmick and a tendency to judge people without actually ever making an attempt to watch their promos, I intend to prevail.
But I'm sure you would have already known that if only you had sat down with one of those endlessly useful contraptions known as VCRs and heard my words with your own ears.
Technology is great these days, eh, Silencer?
(Eyebrows perk at this.)
Rocko Daymon
My point, Silencer, is that while I've done actually NO **** talking over the week, you seem to have been doing quite a bit so yourself. Even before knowing your opponents, you've been carrying this air of superiority, as though you could overcome ANYTHIING without ever having to know what it was before the time came to fight it.
I don't see what makes YOU so special, Silencer. While you've gone on and on about how everything I've done means absolutely nothing to you, and you're only in this for yourself (a line, I might add, is coined by 75% of today's wrestlers every given week), I look over on your end and see the exact same thing. There isn't a damn thing you've done to make yourself look like all you think you're cracked up to be. You might have done well against a relative nobody like Akira's Ghost, but that's peanuts in today's world.
All you've done is a little backstage scheming over some guy, another relative nobody, named Pitt, like the guy was the holy grail of all professional wrestlers.
That doesn't scare me, Silencer. That means about as much to me as my seven years of experience obviously mean to you. At the end of every one of your promos, I sit there scratching my head, wondering what the POINT is of sending me a tape about PITT when your OPPONENT is ME and BENJAMIN!
Perhaps I should attach a clip of the mating habits of African elephants, seeing as that's just about as relevant.
(Scoffs slightly.)
Rocko Daymon
But in all seriousness, Silencer... why waste my time? Why force me to use the "Fast Forward" button on this remote to pass over the meaningless stuff that has nothing to do with me? Why bother cutting a promo at all if you're not going to focus your attention on me directly? Why not just send it to Pitt, since it seems that he's all you ever dream about?
That also leads me to question, why even OPENLY TALK ABOUT PITT over the air? I mean, if you were planning something against this guy, don't you think it would be WISE to keep it under wraps? I mean, in my experience, usually things work a little better of you act covert with your plans. I can only guess as to why you'd meet with your mystery pal and openly discuss your "plans" for Great Expectations. Don't you'd think you'd make a better impact if you kept it a secret?
If you're so damn confident that you can beat me, why even bother TALKING about me? If everything you assume is correct, then you're doing little more than wasting your breath. What's the point?
But ah, I guess it's not my role to question your motives, Silencer. Do whatever the hell you feel like doing. Like you said, I'm not God (never said I was). After this match, win or lose, I intend to move on from you and Pitt, going on to greater challenges, further improving my skill. I'm sure you'll continue following your own path, remaining stuck in the bitter lowcard matches and dabbling with that object of your obsession, Pitt, for many more months to come.
And I, happily, will be using my "Fast Forward" button to skip over those parts in future shows.
(Smiles as he holds up the remote again.)
Rocko Daymon
I, for one, appreciate the advent of the VCR and all of it's functions. Without it, I'd never have an idea of what to expect from my opponent. The VCR gives me the ability to make an early judgment of what stands in my way. I see the man, and his personality. I predict how far he's willing to go, and sense what he might have on the line. With that knowledge, I step into the ring to see if these presumptions were true, and keep an open mind, preparing myself for anything to come.
That's the way it's always been for me. In the ring, I watch, I learn, I adapt, and I prevail. If I make a few mistakes and blow any chance for victory, I leave my opponent with the knowledge that he was forced to overcome a TREMENDOUS challenge. After seven years, I've learned enough skills to equally compete with any challenge, regardless of how great it is.
And at Great Expectations, all this talking aside, I'll do the same damn thing I've always been doing. I'll watch, I'll learn, I'll adapt, and hopefully, I'll prevail. I already know everything there is to know about Adam Benjamin, and if my heart wills it, I will triumph over him. You, Silencer... you're a stranger, which always presents its own problems. But like I did with Rabesque, I'll go into that ring with an open mind. I'll study your style and think of a way to counter it.
From your promos, I can already tell that you don't have your heart set into this. You only care about yourself, and Pitt, and the paycheck waiting for you after the closing bell sounds and the decision has been made. I know of the lengths to which you'll go in this match, and they don't look very far, which gives me the opportunity to focus more on your physical prowess instead of your emotional drive.
I could care less as to whether any of this scares you or not. It's not my intent to "give you fear". I'm only going to tell you how it is, and let you take it however you want. If you want to blow me off, then fine. I'll show you everything I'm about in the ring. If you want to talk more trash about "seeled" fates and whatnot, you can do that too.
I'll give you the courteosy of seeing if anything you've said this entire week has any value when it's go time in the ring.
The sad thing is, about technology, about the VCR, is that with our handy-dandy "Rewind" button, anybody can go back at any time after the match and look at everything you've said over this week, prior to what will REALLY happen. People will look at what you said and look at what really happened, and draw their own conclusions. People will know then whether or not you're the real deal, or just another bull**** artist with an overplayed gimmick...
Ironically, you call yourself the Silencer... but there's no way to silence the past. That speaks on for all time.
(With a wink, Rocko raises the remote and points it at the camera. He presses a button...)
SCENE ENDS
(Surprisingly, we're not at the poolside of a fancy mansion. Fade from black to the interior of a well-furnished Seattle gymnasium, lit only by the early morning sun from the glass doors at the front of the building. A figure can be seen outside, coming in, dressed in gym shorts, a black t-shirt, and carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. The camera tracks in as he exits the lobby, coming through the second glass door into the actual gym. It is none other than Rocko Daymon.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Every time I step into that ring, I strive to improve myself.
(Daymon, looking fit, looking determined, looking ready, and looking otherwise very, uh... "un-band-boy-ish", for lack of a better term, flips a set of lights, revealing the interior of gymnasium, including exercise equipment, mats, medicine balls, and of course, a full-sized ring.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
This is the way it's been since my very first show. No matter who my opponent is, no matter what the odds are, and no matter who wins and who loses, it is always my goal to take something from that match and learn from it.
(We cut to Daymon sitting on the floor, legs spread far apart. He leans over one leg reaching for his toes and does the next, stretching his muscles as a warm-up.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Ever since my coming to WFW, there have been so many new things I've learned. From Psycho, I learned that you're only as good as your next match. From Jean Rabesque, I learned that sometimes it's more effective to DO what you want as opposed to say it.
(Cut to Daymon, now in the ring, doing a series of warm-up reps to get his blood flowing. He runs from one end of the ring to the next, tapping the middle rope, and rebounding to the other side, doing a roll through every trip to test his agility.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
And now this week, faced with two opponents, I'm given another opportunity to learn. From Adam Benjamin, there's always something new to learn, provided he takes the time to say something. I don't know where my old rival's been in the past few weeks, but I'm hoping he doesn't disappoint me at Great Expectations. The man is an athlete whose talent is beyond words.
(Cut to Daymon, now doing arm curls with a bar and a heavy set of weights. He paces himself, taking in a breath with every rep.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
With the Silencer, on the other hand... it's a different story. You see, the Silencer doesn't seem to have much wisdom to share around. Lately, I've been trying to take an interest in some of his hobbies. Fortune-telling, obviously, didn't catch my fancy...
(Cut to a close-up of Daymon's strained face, which suddenly goes down and out of frame momentarily and returns. The camera pulls back, and we see that it's actually positioned upside down. It reverts to a standard position, and we see Daymon doing verticle crunches along a bar normally used for pull-ups.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
But then in his last promo, I felt a little inspired by his instructional monologue on the usage of a television remote. I took it upon myself to do a little studying up on the subject, on guys like Farnsworth, and Sarnoff, and RCA, and that stuff. I learned many great things... but something that fascinated me even more was the history of visual recording.
(Cut to Daymon back in the ring, now with his sparring partner, also his brother-in-law. The two work through a few technical holds, practicing armbar and hammerlock reversals through martial arts and Judo techniques.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
The first VCR for home use was invented in 1972, in England. Since then, people across the world have been able to do a variety of functions in video recording. If you missed your favorite show, you could always tape it. If you missed something that someone said, you could always rewind...
(The footage sudden pauses and goes in reverse. Daymon rebounds from the mat, over his partner's shoulder, and back onto his feet where their interlocked arms unweave from each other.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
If you wanted to skip the boring stuff, you could always fast forward...
(The footage speeds up. We see Daymon go back over his partners shoulder. We cut to another scene of Daymon doing a set of quick push-ups until it returns to regular speed.)
Rocko Daymon (V/O)
Or, if you wanted to quit watching altogether, you could stop...
(Blue screen, with "STOP" in the corner of the screen in bright white letters.)
(The camera pulls back, revealing the wall screen and Rocko Daymon sitting nearby, now finished with his work-out and sitting on a folding chair. He has the remote to the video in his hand. He holds it up for the camera to see.)
Rocko Daymon
Here's a remote YOU should try studying up on, Silencer. Believe me, I think it would help you tremendously.
Maybe if you started watching tapes of my promos... maybe if you used this nifty "Rewind" button here, rather than simply assuming everything I'll say next, you'll actually KNOW what I'm talking about as opposed to THINKING that you know.
First and foremost, I think we should go into this whole uh, "astral vision" or "seeing the future" bit I've touched upon. It seemed to me that the whole John Edwards reference got under my opponent's skin a little. But yet again, due to the fact that he never cares enough to actually sit down and WATCH my promos, he's missed the point entirely.
Sometimes, Silencer, it's better to just watch yourself rather than be told what I said by someone else.
So instead of "Fast Forwarding" to the future once again, let's use that nifty "Rewind" button right now, and go back a few days. Let's go back to your second promo.
(He hits a button on the remote and the screen begins to play of the Silencer arriving at a small bar on his bike, sans audio.)
Rocko Daymon
We've already seen this, so let's just run through it.
You arrive at this place...
You hustle half a grand in cash from a couple of rednecks by making a tough shot...
They ask YOU if you've heard what I've said, and you respond, saying, I quote, "I am sure it's the same thing I hear everyday."
Now in this promo, as I see it, is quite a remarkable demonstration of your prophetic power. And no, I'm not talking about what I said. I'm sure that's easily predictable.
I mean, professional wrestling has been around for YEARS. When you look at everything now, it's pretty obvious that anything you hear in any promo is, in some way, shape, or form, ripped off from another guy's promo. Originality in dialogue has ceased to be. I never claimed that I was, I don't know... some sort of GOD of the English Language whose words could never be recreated. The thing is, Silencer, that there's not a whole lot of what YOU say that hasn't already been said many times before, by the same guys carrying the same tough, quiet, dark-guy gimmick.
(Fingers come to his lips as though he suddenly regrets the last thing he said.)
Rocko Daymon
Oh, my bad. I forget that every time you hear that word, you become upset and deliver a five minute rant in which you explain your identity.
Back to my point. I'm not calling you out for using some sort of telepathic power to cognitively know every word I said in my previous promo. Rather, Silencer, instead of predicting my words, you predicted my character, my reputation, my habits, and--worst of all--my TALENT.
Let's not forget that when we use that "Rewind" button and go back to your FIRST promo, we all see that at one point you actually admitted that you knew absolutely nothing about me or Adam Benjamin.
And then, all of a sudden, you come forward with this impression that I'm some guy strutting around with a dip in his hip because he thinks he outwrestled Jean Rabesque. Your definition of a... "cocky punk ass *****".
(Daymon shrugs in his seat.)
Rocko Daymon
Your first mistake was basing a false assumption on me. Even in that first promo, you were making this mistake, assuming that myself and Benjamin were probably like your previous opponent, Akira's Ghost. Is that wise? Is it wise in any case to assume that your next opponent will probably be the same as the last?
Not in my experience, it isn't. In fact, that's a sure way to dig your own grave. I didn't survive seven years of professional wrestling by assuming my next opponent wouldn't be any different from the last. Like I said earlier, since Day One, I've ALWAYS strived to improve myself, to overcome every challenge and expect another to follow, each one greater than the last.
Silencer, use that "Rewind" key... go back over each and every one of my promos and see for yourself. I never claimed to be the greatest wrestler ever. I never coined myself as a Professional Wrestling Superman. I never referred to my opponents as "annoying bugs" that I would inevitably "kill in the ring". I sure as hell never bragged about being better than or possibly "beating" Jean Rabesque.
You claim I've been talking about of my ass this entire week... well, I ask, what have I said that would indicate anything as such? I never said I was great. I never said I was special. Simply put, I stated that I was happy to earn a hard-fought victory, and I declared that I would be determined more than anything to earn another, no matter what the odds. Whether that means going through another wrestling legend or some new guy with a clichéd gimmick and a tendency to judge people without actually ever making an attempt to watch their promos, I intend to prevail.
But I'm sure you would have already known that if only you had sat down with one of those endlessly useful contraptions known as VCRs and heard my words with your own ears.
Technology is great these days, eh, Silencer?
(Eyebrows perk at this.)
Rocko Daymon
My point, Silencer, is that while I've done actually NO **** talking over the week, you seem to have been doing quite a bit so yourself. Even before knowing your opponents, you've been carrying this air of superiority, as though you could overcome ANYTHIING without ever having to know what it was before the time came to fight it.
I don't see what makes YOU so special, Silencer. While you've gone on and on about how everything I've done means absolutely nothing to you, and you're only in this for yourself (a line, I might add, is coined by 75% of today's wrestlers every given week), I look over on your end and see the exact same thing. There isn't a damn thing you've done to make yourself look like all you think you're cracked up to be. You might have done well against a relative nobody like Akira's Ghost, but that's peanuts in today's world.
All you've done is a little backstage scheming over some guy, another relative nobody, named Pitt, like the guy was the holy grail of all professional wrestlers.
That doesn't scare me, Silencer. That means about as much to me as my seven years of experience obviously mean to you. At the end of every one of your promos, I sit there scratching my head, wondering what the POINT is of sending me a tape about PITT when your OPPONENT is ME and BENJAMIN!
Perhaps I should attach a clip of the mating habits of African elephants, seeing as that's just about as relevant.
(Scoffs slightly.)
Rocko Daymon
But in all seriousness, Silencer... why waste my time? Why force me to use the "Fast Forward" button on this remote to pass over the meaningless stuff that has nothing to do with me? Why bother cutting a promo at all if you're not going to focus your attention on me directly? Why not just send it to Pitt, since it seems that he's all you ever dream about?
That also leads me to question, why even OPENLY TALK ABOUT PITT over the air? I mean, if you were planning something against this guy, don't you think it would be WISE to keep it under wraps? I mean, in my experience, usually things work a little better of you act covert with your plans. I can only guess as to why you'd meet with your mystery pal and openly discuss your "plans" for Great Expectations. Don't you'd think you'd make a better impact if you kept it a secret?
If you're so damn confident that you can beat me, why even bother TALKING about me? If everything you assume is correct, then you're doing little more than wasting your breath. What's the point?
But ah, I guess it's not my role to question your motives, Silencer. Do whatever the hell you feel like doing. Like you said, I'm not God (never said I was). After this match, win or lose, I intend to move on from you and Pitt, going on to greater challenges, further improving my skill. I'm sure you'll continue following your own path, remaining stuck in the bitter lowcard matches and dabbling with that object of your obsession, Pitt, for many more months to come.
And I, happily, will be using my "Fast Forward" button to skip over those parts in future shows.
(Smiles as he holds up the remote again.)
Rocko Daymon
I, for one, appreciate the advent of the VCR and all of it's functions. Without it, I'd never have an idea of what to expect from my opponent. The VCR gives me the ability to make an early judgment of what stands in my way. I see the man, and his personality. I predict how far he's willing to go, and sense what he might have on the line. With that knowledge, I step into the ring to see if these presumptions were true, and keep an open mind, preparing myself for anything to come.
That's the way it's always been for me. In the ring, I watch, I learn, I adapt, and I prevail. If I make a few mistakes and blow any chance for victory, I leave my opponent with the knowledge that he was forced to overcome a TREMENDOUS challenge. After seven years, I've learned enough skills to equally compete with any challenge, regardless of how great it is.
And at Great Expectations, all this talking aside, I'll do the same damn thing I've always been doing. I'll watch, I'll learn, I'll adapt, and hopefully, I'll prevail. I already know everything there is to know about Adam Benjamin, and if my heart wills it, I will triumph over him. You, Silencer... you're a stranger, which always presents its own problems. But like I did with Rabesque, I'll go into that ring with an open mind. I'll study your style and think of a way to counter it.
From your promos, I can already tell that you don't have your heart set into this. You only care about yourself, and Pitt, and the paycheck waiting for you after the closing bell sounds and the decision has been made. I know of the lengths to which you'll go in this match, and they don't look very far, which gives me the opportunity to focus more on your physical prowess instead of your emotional drive.
I could care less as to whether any of this scares you or not. It's not my intent to "give you fear". I'm only going to tell you how it is, and let you take it however you want. If you want to blow me off, then fine. I'll show you everything I'm about in the ring. If you want to talk more trash about "seeled" fates and whatnot, you can do that too.
I'll give you the courteosy of seeing if anything you've said this entire week has any value when it's go time in the ring.
The sad thing is, about technology, about the VCR, is that with our handy-dandy "Rewind" button, anybody can go back at any time after the match and look at everything you've said over this week, prior to what will REALLY happen. People will look at what you said and look at what really happened, and draw their own conclusions. People will know then whether or not you're the real deal, or just another bull**** artist with an overplayed gimmick...
Ironically, you call yourself the Silencer... but there's no way to silence the past. That speaks on for all time.
(With a wink, Rocko raises the remote and points it at the camera. He presses a button...)
SCENE ENDS
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