Post by tmarv on Apr 30, 2011 22:31:11 GMT -5
The scene slowly fades in, but you can barely tell given the darkness of the environment. The scene crackles and pops a little bit with lines in the vision as if it were being filmed on a very old video camera. The scene moves into an open area and moonlight can be seen wafting into view, lightening up the scene a bit so that we can tell this is being filmed in black and white. A low eerie fog rises up from the ground to create a spine tingling environment. As the camera pans around, we see pieces of stone sticking up from the ground in very specific places. In others, a flat stone lays on the ground, writing etched into it. It doesn’t take us long to realize that we’re in a graveyard. The camera pans again and standing right in front of us, wearing a long trench coat and an ominous glare into the camera is the Ring of pride Southwest Champion, Terry Marvin. He seems to be looking at the ground and at first doesn’t look up as he speaks.
Terry Marvin: “All things, in time must end. That is the destiny of all of us, to eventually end up as either a pile of ash or roting piles of worm food. It’s a sad state, this human condition, it really is. No matter what you do in life, how successful you are, you end up like everybody else….just a simple memory. But just like in all things, some people’s journey ends sooner than others. Some people just get to a point where the world and their maker no longer want them to go on, therefore they take them out of this life. And sometimes, the person brings it upon themselves, either ending their own existence, or pushing somebody to the point where they have little option but to snuff them out. That is the task I am faced with this week. But it’s not another human being I will be killing, well, not technically. It is a career….but don’t cry too much. See, the career I’m killing isn’t much of a career to begin with. It’s on a dying leg and I’m simply putting it out of its misery. What dretch of a human being…what scurge of humanity could I possibly be talking about here? What person’s career is so pathetic that my ending it is nothing more than a mercy killing? Well, look for yourself!”
The scene pans over to see what Terry is looking at. It is a fresh and empty, open grave. The camera pans up o see a headstone. On the headstone, the following words are written:
The camera pans back up to see Terry there with a wicked smile on his face. The fog rolls up and passes over his face as he laughs lowly.
Terry Marvin: “You see Lucas, I could really care less if you were in Ring of Pride or not. See, you’re what we like to call a ‘NON FACTOR.’ Now let me explain that to your tiny pea sized brain. What that means is simply this. NOTHING YOU DO MATTERS. You have no effect in the grand scheme of things. NOBODY is afraid of you, NOBODY sees you as competition. You’re a gnat on the wall, a leaky faucet, a crack in the paint….nothing more than a minor annoyance that will ultimately make no difference in ANYBODY’s life whatsoever. You being in ROP, and you being out of ROP will make no difference on anyone what so ever because you frankly DO NOT MATTER! See, people hate me, hate my very guts. People wish I would disappear off the face of the earth. I get death threats on a regular basis. But, at least I am a constant though on people’s minds. At least I am forever present on their very shallow thoughts. You, on the other hand, don’t even register any higher than a hiccup. However, you had the audacity to call me out and challenge me for the Ring Of Pride Title, when you had absolutely no right to do so. Now, I’ve head of wanting to make a statement, I’ve heard of trying to SHAKE things up. And I’m sure that’s what you were trying to do. But what you ACTUALLY accomplished was looking like a damn fool in front of hundreds of people by actually thinking you were in the league of somebody who deserved a shot at my title. You didn’t win a title shot…Hell, you haven’t won a damn match of any kind in so long that even you have most likely forgotten. You insult this very title that I have given a very piece of my soul to, that I have nearly killed for, that I would gladly die for. And for that sin alone Lucas Peek, you will never be forgiven, and your soul itself will be damned to hell for all eternity. For that very sin Lucas, your career is FORFIT.
I was very lucky and fortunate that you were so brain-dead as to actually accept my invitation to put your career against my belt. To be honest, I figured a gutless amoeba like yourself would realize the astronomical odds in your way and would show his cowardice by bowing out of the challenge. However, I vastly underestimated your immense stupidity. Somehow, for some reason, you actually have gotten it in your brain that you stand a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this title off me. Damn, boy, you really WERE dropped on your head weren’t you? Did you spend too much time as a child sniffing gasoline and eating paint chips? Look at me Lucas…I am the epitome of everything great about this business. I am what personifies a champion. I AM GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING. Now, take a look in the mirror. What you see in front of you is a JOKE, an absolute prank on this planet. You have to be one giant comedic act Peek, because there is no way that this happened by accident. There could not POSSIBLY be a chance that you honestly are the way you are…it’s just too damn pathetic to actually exist. There have to be hidden cameras right? Any moment, some over rated talk show host like Ryan Seacrest is going to pop out and announce that I’m being punked right? Ashton Kutcher is hiding in waiting somewhere right? WRONG! You are honestly being serious…which I find to be the most hilarious thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. But don’t worry, this terrible joke will soon be over and the reality show that is the life and times of Lucas Peek’s ride into the history books of EPIC WRESTLING FAILURE will soon be cancelled…but not without one final awe inspiring chapter written by yours truly that will conclude this week at Meltdown when Lucas’ name is erased from the ROP history books….and absolutely NOBODY NOTICES!”
Terry just smiles as he walks away from the soon to be filled grave. He smiles one last time as he looks away from the camera.
Terry Marvin: “Lucas…for years, you have given countless people a reason for lost sleep with your lame, boring promos, and your fish out of water performances in your so called matches. You have been the reason behind countless tossing and turning. You are the reason behind thousands and thousands of dark circles under the eyes of the working masses after being unfortunate enough to actually see you in action. Lucas…you have given each and every single wrestling fan bad dreams since the moment that you’ve entered the ring…but this week the tables have turned. This week, when you enter that ring for your final match, it will be you having ONE LAST NIGHTMARE!
Get ready Lucas…because I have the task of escorting you out of this place where you so clearly don’t belong. I have the pleasure of being the one to knock your sorry ass into oblivion….and I take pride knowing that I am doing the world a favor. But I take more pride in knowing that I’m single handedly crushing your dreams….For the final time in your pathetic career Lucas, IT’S SHOWTIME!!!”
Terry can be heard laughing as he weaves through the graves with the fog wafting up around him. Finally, the fog completely consumes him and nothing more can be seen in the dense cloud. As the visibility fades…so does the scene…so does the career of Lucas Peek.
Terry Marvin: “All things, in time must end. That is the destiny of all of us, to eventually end up as either a pile of ash or roting piles of worm food. It’s a sad state, this human condition, it really is. No matter what you do in life, how successful you are, you end up like everybody else….just a simple memory. But just like in all things, some people’s journey ends sooner than others. Some people just get to a point where the world and their maker no longer want them to go on, therefore they take them out of this life. And sometimes, the person brings it upon themselves, either ending their own existence, or pushing somebody to the point where they have little option but to snuff them out. That is the task I am faced with this week. But it’s not another human being I will be killing, well, not technically. It is a career….but don’t cry too much. See, the career I’m killing isn’t much of a career to begin with. It’s on a dying leg and I’m simply putting it out of its misery. What dretch of a human being…what scurge of humanity could I possibly be talking about here? What person’s career is so pathetic that my ending it is nothing more than a mercy killing? Well, look for yourself!”
The scene pans over to see what Terry is looking at. It is a fresh and empty, open grave. The camera pans up o see a headstone. On the headstone, the following words are written:
HERE LIES:
THE CAREER OF LUCAS PEEK/SENSATION
MAY IT REST IN PIECE
THE CAREER OF LUCAS PEEK/SENSATION
MAY IT REST IN PIECE
The camera pans back up to see Terry there with a wicked smile on his face. The fog rolls up and passes over his face as he laughs lowly.
Terry Marvin: “You see Lucas, I could really care less if you were in Ring of Pride or not. See, you’re what we like to call a ‘NON FACTOR.’ Now let me explain that to your tiny pea sized brain. What that means is simply this. NOTHING YOU DO MATTERS. You have no effect in the grand scheme of things. NOBODY is afraid of you, NOBODY sees you as competition. You’re a gnat on the wall, a leaky faucet, a crack in the paint….nothing more than a minor annoyance that will ultimately make no difference in ANYBODY’s life whatsoever. You being in ROP, and you being out of ROP will make no difference on anyone what so ever because you frankly DO NOT MATTER! See, people hate me, hate my very guts. People wish I would disappear off the face of the earth. I get death threats on a regular basis. But, at least I am a constant though on people’s minds. At least I am forever present on their very shallow thoughts. You, on the other hand, don’t even register any higher than a hiccup. However, you had the audacity to call me out and challenge me for the Ring Of Pride Title, when you had absolutely no right to do so. Now, I’ve head of wanting to make a statement, I’ve heard of trying to SHAKE things up. And I’m sure that’s what you were trying to do. But what you ACTUALLY accomplished was looking like a damn fool in front of hundreds of people by actually thinking you were in the league of somebody who deserved a shot at my title. You didn’t win a title shot…Hell, you haven’t won a damn match of any kind in so long that even you have most likely forgotten. You insult this very title that I have given a very piece of my soul to, that I have nearly killed for, that I would gladly die for. And for that sin alone Lucas Peek, you will never be forgiven, and your soul itself will be damned to hell for all eternity. For that very sin Lucas, your career is FORFIT.
I was very lucky and fortunate that you were so brain-dead as to actually accept my invitation to put your career against my belt. To be honest, I figured a gutless amoeba like yourself would realize the astronomical odds in your way and would show his cowardice by bowing out of the challenge. However, I vastly underestimated your immense stupidity. Somehow, for some reason, you actually have gotten it in your brain that you stand a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this title off me. Damn, boy, you really WERE dropped on your head weren’t you? Did you spend too much time as a child sniffing gasoline and eating paint chips? Look at me Lucas…I am the epitome of everything great about this business. I am what personifies a champion. I AM GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING. Now, take a look in the mirror. What you see in front of you is a JOKE, an absolute prank on this planet. You have to be one giant comedic act Peek, because there is no way that this happened by accident. There could not POSSIBLY be a chance that you honestly are the way you are…it’s just too damn pathetic to actually exist. There have to be hidden cameras right? Any moment, some over rated talk show host like Ryan Seacrest is going to pop out and announce that I’m being punked right? Ashton Kutcher is hiding in waiting somewhere right? WRONG! You are honestly being serious…which I find to be the most hilarious thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. But don’t worry, this terrible joke will soon be over and the reality show that is the life and times of Lucas Peek’s ride into the history books of EPIC WRESTLING FAILURE will soon be cancelled…but not without one final awe inspiring chapter written by yours truly that will conclude this week at Meltdown when Lucas’ name is erased from the ROP history books….and absolutely NOBODY NOTICES!”
Terry just smiles as he walks away from the soon to be filled grave. He smiles one last time as he looks away from the camera.
Terry Marvin: “Lucas…for years, you have given countless people a reason for lost sleep with your lame, boring promos, and your fish out of water performances in your so called matches. You have been the reason behind countless tossing and turning. You are the reason behind thousands and thousands of dark circles under the eyes of the working masses after being unfortunate enough to actually see you in action. Lucas…you have given each and every single wrestling fan bad dreams since the moment that you’ve entered the ring…but this week the tables have turned. This week, when you enter that ring for your final match, it will be you having ONE LAST NIGHTMARE!
Get ready Lucas…because I have the task of escorting you out of this place where you so clearly don’t belong. I have the pleasure of being the one to knock your sorry ass into oblivion….and I take pride knowing that I am doing the world a favor. But I take more pride in knowing that I’m single handedly crushing your dreams….For the final time in your pathetic career Lucas, IT’S SHOWTIME!!!”
Terry can be heard laughing as he weaves through the graves with the fog wafting up around him. Finally, the fog completely consumes him and nothing more can be seen in the dense cloud. As the visibility fades…so does the scene…so does the career of Lucas Peek.
