Post by freak on Jul 13, 2010 0:08:14 GMT -6
The following is a scene of Chris P. (soon to be something else) training in a wrestling ring with various sparring partners. Interspersed with the training session are cuts to Chris as he speaks. The entire time Chris is wearing a navy blue singlet with his elbow pads and knee pads matching and white boots and he is throwing the people around the ring.
People want to know what my reasoning is.
Chris slams one of the wrestlers down, then splashes another in the corner.
Why I turned on Jack Clinton. Why I attacked Dave Mason. Why I suddenly turned my back on my fans.
Chris piledrives a wrestler to the mat.
You all want to know why. Every where I go I hear people wanting to know what possessed me to do what I did.
Chris clotheslines another and causes him to go flipping through the air with the force of the hit.
My so-called loyal fans.
Chris hits the Old School Slam on one.
My so-called friends.
Chris locks another in his crossface chickenwing submission.
The people who I thought supported me through thick and thin.
Chris stands in the middle of the ring.
Those people think I owe them the explanation.
Chris turns his head.
I owe them nothing.
Chris goes back to his training partners.
They didn't do anything to help me along lately.
More training footage.
They didn't come to see me.
Chris climbs a turnbuckle.
They didn't make like they cared one bit.
Chris leaps from it.
So why should I care?
Chris nails a leg drop.
My own friends turned their backs on me for bigger things.
Chris stands up.
I'm one of the biggest things going in this company.
Chris raises his arms in the air.
There is not much bigger than me.
Reverse angle of the previous shot.
Yet everyone forgot that.
Chris turns around.
Everyone just thought that I was going to be content to fight alongside my friends.
Overhead shot of Chris in the center of the ring.
Everyone bought into that.
Chris leaves the ring.
They stopped taking me seriously.
Chris walks away.
I could not have that.
Chris is in his locker room, taking off his kneepads.
There was no reason for it.
Chris takes off his boots.
And if they weren't going to do anything about my continually being screwed...
Chris takes his elbow pads off, then sits in his singlet.
Then I was going to do something about it.
Shot of Chris sitting.
Something that they weren't ready for.
Another shot.
Something that they weren't going to like.
Another shot.
It's about me.
From behind.
It's about taking the Von Erich Memorial Championship.
From the side.
It's about making Alex Daniels pay for his misdeed.
Overhead.
It's about gaining my dignity back.
Reverse angle.
My self respect.
One more shot from the front.
My edge.
Chris gets up and leaves.
It all goes down on July 24. Whether anyone here likes it...
The light goes out.
Or not. It's my life.
Back to the ring.
It's my career.
Zoom in on Chris in the center of the ring.
It's the truth.
Chris says this, while in the ring.
Can you handle that?
Slow FTB.
People want to know what my reasoning is.
Chris slams one of the wrestlers down, then splashes another in the corner.
Why I turned on Jack Clinton. Why I attacked Dave Mason. Why I suddenly turned my back on my fans.
Chris piledrives a wrestler to the mat.
You all want to know why. Every where I go I hear people wanting to know what possessed me to do what I did.
Chris clotheslines another and causes him to go flipping through the air with the force of the hit.
My so-called loyal fans.
Chris hits the Old School Slam on one.
My so-called friends.
Chris locks another in his crossface chickenwing submission.
The people who I thought supported me through thick and thin.
Chris stands in the middle of the ring.
Those people think I owe them the explanation.
Chris turns his head.
I owe them nothing.
Chris goes back to his training partners.
They didn't do anything to help me along lately.
More training footage.
They didn't come to see me.
Chris climbs a turnbuckle.
They didn't make like they cared one bit.
Chris leaps from it.
So why should I care?
Chris nails a leg drop.
My own friends turned their backs on me for bigger things.
Chris stands up.
I'm one of the biggest things going in this company.
Chris raises his arms in the air.
There is not much bigger than me.
Reverse angle of the previous shot.
Yet everyone forgot that.
Chris turns around.
Everyone just thought that I was going to be content to fight alongside my friends.
Overhead shot of Chris in the center of the ring.
Everyone bought into that.
Chris leaves the ring.
They stopped taking me seriously.
Chris walks away.
I could not have that.
Chris is in his locker room, taking off his kneepads.
There was no reason for it.
Chris takes off his boots.
And if they weren't going to do anything about my continually being screwed...
Chris takes his elbow pads off, then sits in his singlet.
Then I was going to do something about it.
Shot of Chris sitting.
Something that they weren't ready for.
Another shot.
Something that they weren't going to like.
Another shot.
It's about me.
From behind.
It's about taking the Von Erich Memorial Championship.
From the side.
It's about making Alex Daniels pay for his misdeed.
Overhead.
It's about gaining my dignity back.
Reverse angle.
My self respect.
One more shot from the front.
My edge.
Chris gets up and leaves.
It all goes down on July 24. Whether anyone here likes it...
The light goes out.
Or not. It's my life.
Back to the ring.
It's my career.
Zoom in on Chris in the center of the ring.
It's the truth.
Chris says this, while in the ring.
Can you handle that?
Slow FTB.
