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(Fade in. No bull****. No Disneyland. No MGM. No rides or attractions. No foam-suited rodents. No flashy sets or gags. From the get-go, the man, Rocko Daymon, stands before a WFW backdrop. He's wearing dark blue denim jeans and a Clutch t-shirt. Dark brown hair is neatly spiked up, chin fashionably shaved into a short goatee on his chin.)
(Just a man and his words. All that ever mattered. All that ever will.)
Rocko Daymon
Been an interesting ride in the past week. Can't say I was too thrilled to get the phone call telling me I was booked in a rumble at Disneyland, but hey, if it puts food on the table...
Lately, I've been glued to my TV screen, watching every man who thinks he has the balls and the brawn to win this match say their respective pieces. I've seen a lot of guys with their head in the game, and that tells me that this match won't be any walk in the park... and on the other hand, I see a lot of guys with their heads totally somewhere else.
Probably three feet straight up their asses.
But hey, if that's how a man primes himself before stepping into the ring, then let him do what he's gotta. I, on the other hand, choose not to make such an ass of myself.
I see WFW is really hyping up this Disneyland thing. Every man has found an opportunity to use the element of a theme park in their promotions. Ironically, seeing everybody bicker back and forth in the past week has been very similar to an amusement park ride, with a new surprise around every corner. Personally, I think of Disneyland as a place to take my five year old son... not to cut a promo. I've been busy anyway.
I just got off the plane earlier today from spending a few days in Baghdad, meeting a few of the fine men and women we've got stationed out there. And you know, I can't really say I agree with the "conflict" in Iraq... nor can I agree that the best foreign policy is to invade a country and create a ruckus while calling it "liberation". All I know is that each and every one of those soldiers I shook hands with is out there because they all feel they're doing the right thing, not just for their country, but for their world.
Whether their right or wrong with their views, I could care less... the point is, they're all fighting for something they believe in. I respect that. I may not agree with it, but I respect it.
Respect is a hard thing to come by these days... especially in professional wrestling. We work and operate in a very cut-throat industry. Night after night, you step into that ring and bust your ass, and nobody back there in the locker room will ever care. You could win a hundred matches in a row, and there will still be someone out there saying you're a hack. One night, you **** up and make a stupid mistake that costs you the win... and you'll never hear the end of it from your future opponents.
Veterans like Cruise, Melton, Tact, and myself all have an understanding of this. And in spite of it all, we keep fighting. But occassionally, there's the starry-eyed youth who stumbles into the industry, expecting immediate fame and fortune, hoping his talents will carry him to the top and everything will go smooth as clockwork.
Seven years ago, I was that guy... but it didn't take me long to grow up. Today, filling those shoes, are guys like Steve Johnson and John Doe. A couple of guys whose hearts lie in the ring... but their minds still have a few years down the hard road to fully ripen.
In one hand, there's Doe, who I'm all too familiar with. Lo and behold, the kid hasn't changed a bit--still the trash-talkin' victim of ADD as I remember him. And then there's Steve Johnson, a complete stranger until we meet face to face at the rumble. When you don't know you're opponent, it's important to take in as much as you can before it comes time to fight. Sometimes, it's all about first impressions.
I watch Steve Johnson throw a temper tantrum in his locker room. That's my first impression.
Steve, you don't have many years under your belt, so it's perfectly understandable why you act the way you do. Everybody's been there at some point in their career. But even so, don't think you can gain my sympathy with your passionate outbursts. Like I said, this is a cut-throat industry; nobody will be there to pat you on the back and tell you it's all going to be okay when you get your ass handed to you.
I'll let you in on a little professional wrestling secret. It's something that I had to learn on my own through years of trial and error, and countless heartbreaks, but just because I'm a nice guy, I'm going to give you the chance of a lifetime by telling you like it is, and with that you'll be better prepared for the physical and emotional setbacks that await you in the future.
Getting screwed over... not only is it common, it's inevitable. It happens all the time. It doesn't matter if you're Jean Rabesque or Elmo the Eccentric Eskimo--having everything you worked for destroyed in a matter of seconds is a part of the typical professional wrestling career.
It's happened to me more times than I can count. It's not an easy thing to get over, knowing you were so close to winning had so-and-so not interfered.
Here's the thing, though, Steve... and I want you to pay close attention to this. What makes the man is not his ability to prevent such circumstances from occuring--it's about how he deals with them.
Screwjobs are inevitable, no matter who you are or how good you are in the ring. So if you're not prepared to bite the bullet and move on, then you're not ready to wrestler. You sure as hell aren't ready for any championship gold, and you're verily not ready to win the SoCal Rumble.
We all wish we could turn back the hands on the clock and redeem our past ****-ups and embarrassments... but we can't. Whining about it isn't going to do any good. It's not going to make those responsible feel any guilt. It's not going to make the rest of the federation give you pity.
And it's not going to make you out to be some tough guy who is a force to be reckoned with, in this match, and in this fed.
That's my first impression of you, Steve. Instead of doing what a true professional wrestling should have, you *****ed and moaned about something that has happened to everyone at one point or another in their careers, as though the entire world would stop and center itself around you.
Be a man. Be a professional wrestler.
(Arms crossed over his chest and eyes like swords pointed straight into the camera, the right side of Daymon's lips curl into a disgusted sneer.)
Rocko Daymon
You come on here, Steve, and you call talented wrestlers like Larry Tact and Joey Melton "degenerates", while at the same time giving praise to a guy like John Doe.
I think Larry did a good job of informing you that it's more about how a man holds himself in the ring than what he does on the outside. That's what respect is about. It's not about who your opponent IS as much as it's about how they fight.
I can't say I approve of Joey Melton's lifestyle myself, but the man is a mother****er in the ring, which is why I tip my hat to him every chance I get. It's all about respect for a man's abilities, Steve... and if you're stuck sitting on your "holier than thou" high horse, then you'll never learn, and you'll never grow.
You'll keep getting you're ass kicked, because while you think you've got skill, you don't understand what it is you're ****ing with.
Grow some balls, kid. Show me how, exactly, you're "the best wrestler in the WFW for years to come," without feeding me any bull**** about how you're going to win this match.
(Pause as he allows this message to sink in.)
Rocko Daymon
Abruptly switching topics, as I said earlier, John Doe hasn't changed one bit since I last fought the man at the Christmas Card.
He was a fool then, and he's a fool now.
If Doe decided one day to simply cut the crap and act like a real man, he'd be one fine athlete. Unfortunately, he insists on being thick-headed. Every week, he wastes twenty minutes of air time feeding his audience nothing but trash about how much his opponents suck and how one day a million years ago he pinned Troy Douglas' shoulders in the ring.
Newsflash, John: Other people have beaten Troy Douglas. It's nothing new.
I know one person you HAVEN'T beaten though, and you're looking right at him.
I could sit here and rehash the same stuff I've been trying to tell you over the past six months... but doing so would only be a waste of my time and yours. Nothing ever sinks in for you. The only way to make you understand is by kicking your ass. If that's what I have to do to show you I'm not quite the washed-up hack you think I am, then nothing will stand in my way to eliminating you from the rumble by any means necessary.
It's time to put up or shut up, Doe. Give yourself something to brag about other than the fact that you beat Douglas, or simply do us all a favor by shutting the hell up until the bell rings.
(Another pause.)
Rocko Daymon
There isn't much I could say to the other competitors...
Felix Red? Don't know where to begin with you. However, if the peanuts steal your soul in the back-alleys of corporate firehouses, you give me a call and we'll talk. I can't wait to meet you in the ring and see your skills first-hand.
To Cruise and Melton... I never got a chance to thank you guys for your support in our six-man tag match at Merrython, but in any case, I wish the both of you luck in this match. Know that while I'm on good terms with the both of you, I won't hold anything back in the ring.
Larry Tact, I'm sad to say I never had an opportunity to see you wrestle in any previous matches, and I know you only by reputation. But while everybody else has been simply hearing your words, rest assured I've been listening to every one of them. You're on the mark... and if I could take my pick of any man in this match as the most viable threat to my coming to a spot at the Superbowl of Wrestling, it would be you. I've never seen you in action, but after hearing what you've had to say, I can fully give you my respect. Looking forward to a good fight at Road to Glory.
Ditto for anybody else hoping to poke their head into the ring for the rumble. But understand that while I myself don't expect victory, I'll do anything I can to get there.
(He exits to the left. Camera trained on the WFW backdrop, we fade to black. Nothing more.)
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