Post by emokid on Jun 5, 2009 16:18:38 GMT -6
(Emo kid sits in his 1992 Ford Taurus. He is dressed in workout gear. (Gym shorts, black New Balances, short white socks and a Crying Hannah T-shirt) He pulls the car over to speak to the camera.)
EMO KID: Reaper, it's just less than a week until the big day 4-up. But, I want to get some training in, now. I've been a little nervous, because it's the World Champion that wants to mentor me, but you know what that isn't going to bother me much, because I know I have confidence enough to win 4-up. I want to become SNW Bad Blood Champion. I want to be a champion, period. It's been more than a year since I started here in SNW. I even won on the first show, but since then I started slipping. My matches became miniscule, my attributes were becoming stagnant, I was turning into mediocre before my very own eyes.
What else do I need to say, but I need help? I need it in the worst way. Reaper, I have to thank you for sticking your hand out when I need the help. I understand that 4-up is tomorrow, but it's important that I get your help. I know that I haven't been there, but I'm brave enough to say I was chicken-shit. I was chicken-shit to say that I need help. Well, I'm in my car now looking for yhour dojo. I know there I will get some advice.
I was stupid. I did some very stupid things, and now, I'm ready to face my demons. I want really hard to become a champion, but maybe people are right. Maybe, I'm not champion material. Maybe, I'm the Rowdy Roddy Piper of SNW. A guy that struggles in the company that really made him, but fails to win an important title. I know that sounds like I'm losing confidence, but it's the truth. Yeah, I know that the truth is sometimes very hard to face, but it is what it is. I want that taken away from me. I need someone to slap me in the face, and tell me to get serious. That's where you come in, Reaper. Maybe, it's too late now, but I still need a confidence booster.
Well, I'm on my way to your dojo. I'm still nervous as hell.
(He starts the car back up. The radio blares "4 words (to choke upon) by Bullet For My Valentine. He speeds off as cameras fade to black.)
EMO KID: Reaper, it's just less than a week until the big day 4-up. But, I want to get some training in, now. I've been a little nervous, because it's the World Champion that wants to mentor me, but you know what that isn't going to bother me much, because I know I have confidence enough to win 4-up. I want to become SNW Bad Blood Champion. I want to be a champion, period. It's been more than a year since I started here in SNW. I even won on the first show, but since then I started slipping. My matches became miniscule, my attributes were becoming stagnant, I was turning into mediocre before my very own eyes.
What else do I need to say, but I need help? I need it in the worst way. Reaper, I have to thank you for sticking your hand out when I need the help. I understand that 4-up is tomorrow, but it's important that I get your help. I know that I haven't been there, but I'm brave enough to say I was chicken-shit. I was chicken-shit to say that I need help. Well, I'm in my car now looking for yhour dojo. I know there I will get some advice.
I was stupid. I did some very stupid things, and now, I'm ready to face my demons. I want really hard to become a champion, but maybe people are right. Maybe, I'm not champion material. Maybe, I'm the Rowdy Roddy Piper of SNW. A guy that struggles in the company that really made him, but fails to win an important title. I know that sounds like I'm losing confidence, but it's the truth. Yeah, I know that the truth is sometimes very hard to face, but it is what it is. I want that taken away from me. I need someone to slap me in the face, and tell me to get serious. That's where you come in, Reaper. Maybe, it's too late now, but I still need a confidence booster.
Well, I'm on my way to your dojo. I'm still nervous as hell.
(He starts the car back up. The radio blares "4 words (to choke upon) by Bullet For My Valentine. He speeds off as cameras fade to black.)
