Post by fawn on Nov 6, 2008 6:58:16 GMT -6
The shot opens in a basement. The camera focuses on a stack of crates while a voice fills the air.
So is this place considered a sports entertainment organization or a wrestling organization? Wait no sorry. I meant to say a ‘rasslin organization? Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.
You know all I wanted was just a bit of respect. It wasn’t like I was asking for anything big. I wasn’t asking for my own dressing room. I wasn’t asking for a fruit plate before each show. Just a small bit of respect. And did I get it?
Laughter is heard.
No! Instead I was tossed into something that made me feel uncomfortable! Instead of practicing a dying art I was made to be brutal. I was mocked! I was crucified! I became something of an outcast even though I was being cheered. I learned that some wanted to see me gone. They wanted to see me fail. They wanted to get the last laugh. I sat at home recovering, finding myself falling into a deep depression thinking they were right. That for once the critics were right. But one night I find out that two men who swore they would not only tear me apart but each other had failed to deliver. And in that moment it hit me. I couldn’t let them win. I wouldn’t let them. And what happened?
Laughing is heard again.
I climbed up and got back to my senses! I wanted nothing more than revenge! Not against one person but against so many. So I hopped the plane and came back.
Andrew Smith walks out from the shadows and looks at the camera. A smile comes to his face.
Let the fun begin.
Andrew laughs as the scene ends.
So is this place considered a sports entertainment organization or a wrestling organization? Wait no sorry. I meant to say a ‘rasslin organization? Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.
You know all I wanted was just a bit of respect. It wasn’t like I was asking for anything big. I wasn’t asking for my own dressing room. I wasn’t asking for a fruit plate before each show. Just a small bit of respect. And did I get it?
Laughter is heard.
No! Instead I was tossed into something that made me feel uncomfortable! Instead of practicing a dying art I was made to be brutal. I was mocked! I was crucified! I became something of an outcast even though I was being cheered. I learned that some wanted to see me gone. They wanted to see me fail. They wanted to get the last laugh. I sat at home recovering, finding myself falling into a deep depression thinking they were right. That for once the critics were right. But one night I find out that two men who swore they would not only tear me apart but each other had failed to deliver. And in that moment it hit me. I couldn’t let them win. I wouldn’t let them. And what happened?
Laughing is heard again.
I climbed up and got back to my senses! I wanted nothing more than revenge! Not against one person but against so many. So I hopped the plane and came back.
Andrew Smith walks out from the shadows and looks at the camera. A smile comes to his face.
Let the fun begin.
Andrew laughs as the scene ends.