Post by Link on Oct 27, 2008 15:52:54 GMT -4
Link: Get that damn camera out of my face!
Camera Operator: Sorry Link, I'm just doing my job.
Link: And what might that be?
Camera: I need to follow you around until we can get enough footage.
Link: For what (groans)
Camera: Well, for the APW audience. Seems they are a little unsatisfied with you. They don't know you. They don't understand you. Plus President Jeff, wants to know whats up your sleeve. He says you can't be trusted, so I am here to record you for the time being.
Link: You no good basta...
Camera: You know, sometimes you kind of look like Chris Jericho.
Link: Leave me the fuck alone. I'm done with this shit.
Link: Dammnit!
Camera: Please, you don't look well. You do realize you have a match right? Rumoured to be one of the biggest matches in APW history! I mean, Level-0ne shocked the world and is the special guest ref. This match will feature the likes of Sabur, Twister, Dr. Ma...
Link: I know what the hell is going on. I just don't give a fuck anymore.
Camera: But wait...why not?!
Camera: Dude, its like 8AM, why would they be open, and besides man, you just puked your life out, why would you want to dri..wait.
Link: What do you want from me?! Huh?! You want to know who I am? You want my modus operatus? Do you want to hear my manifesto? Is that it? Guess the fuck what, here is you damn story. "Newsflash, Link is Dead".
Camera: Wait...what? You had a rough week a few weeks back, but you have the chance to win the APW World Title!
Link: Listen up cockstain, I don't care anymore okay. Nothing makes sense anymore. I've been drunk for the past two and a half weeks. I was drunk in my last match, I don't even remember who pinned who. I just don't know what to do anymore.
Link: Lolita, my sister, she had her baby. And, she won't let me near it. Adam, my brother, my Abel, doesn't care if I live or die now. I've spent half of my career trying to save lives, trying to make a difference and in the process I've destroyed my own. There is something wrong with me, I can't keep a normal job so I keep coming back to this business, tearing myself apart and for what? I've never wanted glory. I've never cared about titles, all I care about is having a voice and being heard. You are wasting your damn time filming this. How many people actually take the time and listen these days?! Answer me! People don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. Myself included. But now I see the funny side. You see, I know I have something to offer, I've seen it in the past. I've changed lives. I've opened people up to a better them. I've beat the hell out of people considered "the best" and I've suprised the hell out of sold out arenas that thought I was finished. But here I am now, broken hearted and confused. What good am I to people that refuse to learn? I can't beat up the entire world into realizing their own shortcomings, can I? Look me in the eyes camera boy. I said LOOK AT ME! Tell me you've never preached one thing and done the opposite. Tell me you aren't a hypcrite. Tell me you haven't lied through your teeth knowingly. If you told me any of those things you'd be a sinner just like me. Just like everyone else in this damn business. Jeff can't be saved or changed. Not with these mindless lemmings praising his every move. His beloved sheep bellowing up to the bar, sucking on his proverbial tit. I know the truth, and it depresses me. I know that I will never find love and that I could never have "friends" and sometimes that brings me down. And the only people that ever loved me are either dead, or don't care anymore...
Camera: Link, shut up. I know who you are, I know your problems. I've followed your career and I've always been impressed with what you can do, but this funk you are in just makes you sound like a sissy. We've all got our problems, but its what we do with those problems that makes us who we are. So you don't win every match, so you don't have friends what are you going to do about it? So you are a drunken fool, are you just going to walk away from everything?! You are too smart for that. You realized that you can't change Jeff then don't attack Jeff. Attack the roster. You have the chance to win the APW World Title. You can make this company yours! You can change things, you can turn things around. What did you used to say? You said, happiness comes from pain, depression and lost. Only when we have lost everything can we obatain everything. You said that just before you hit rock bottom you reach...
Link: Fuck you.
Static. Fades to black.
Link: Ah, here we go. Finally this thing works!
Fades from black.
In a dark room somewhere only a stool and Link are illuminated by a white light. Links demeanor has changed. It is similar to the look we are used to seeing. He is clean shaven and cleaned up. He wears a suit, light sunglasses and a coy smile. He looks around, bites his nail and chuckles to himself. He takes off his glasses.[/i]
Link: While my initial reaction was to erase the events that occured earlier this morning I came to the realization that it just might drive my point further home. My gut reaction was to hide my flaws, to hide the emotions that sometime overtake even me. I could easily cover that up and show the world that "Link is tough as steel". But that is a fallacy. The fact is, just like you, I am human. I am just a man, flesh and blood just like all of you. I can bleed, I can die, and I can feel. I've got a drinking problem, a family problem, a smoking problem, a lust problem, and probably a few mental problems. I've got the sample platter of problems, but what gives me the advantage here, is that I realize my problems, I bring them to the front door and say lets fucking dance. While that camera man will no longer be working with APW, he did something that I can appreciate. He reminded me, that unlike the mindless flock of APW I am saved. I am aware, I am blessed. I am enlightened. It is not my purpose to have "friends" or to live the American Dream. I don't have the luxary of owning property or taking nice trips. My calling is to take the knowledge I have and shed some light into the dark hearts of men. I have the abiltity to look at someone and dissect them for who they really are. You see, some say I'm at a disadvantage because I'm new in town. But though I've just joined this bunch I can see the APW, and my competitors in the APW World Heavyweight Championship match for who they really are. The fucking Brady Bunch.
Link: You see, Sabur is just like Jan Brady, the forgotten middle child. Your recent existence seems to revolve around your obsession with who many view as the "top girl", Twister. You're inability take that title from him furthers your own insecurities. Sabur you spend your time tugging at your own dick and then comparing it to Twisters. You think that the more you talk about him the more you compare your dicks people will realize that you should be queen bitch, but in actuality you are vain repetitions will just make people pity you, then hate you, and then finally ignore you. You've had your chance at the spotlight, but if you honestly got to the top, you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You'd probably still try and compare yourself with Twister.
Link: And you Twister. Marica Brady, the slut, the whore, the bitch on top. You believe your own hype. Just because that title has landed on your shoulders doesn't make you great. Your staggering ego is inflated by Jan Bra..Sabur constantly coming after you. You beat Sabur. Congrats, we've already established hes just a jealous cunt, what have you to offer? Your furious wind? That's just gross. Like everyone in APW you are par. You are a par performer, you are a par entertainer, and you are a par champion. Your Marcia complex is further cemented by your comment that I am like you. I'm nothing like you. I don't give a shit about saving anyone anymore. I've realized thats a dumb idea. I'm here to change you. To whip you into shape. To salvage your pathetic life before you ruin it on your own. Like Maricas looks, your prestige will fade fast. Spoiler alert: You won't be retaining your title.
Link: Spirit. Its a fitting name, because you've got it. I honestly know that you won't be much of a factor. Why? Not because you lack talent, because you have that. Not because you don't have the desire or what it takes. And we all know you have spirit. But we all know that after the sex I gave you last week, you are in no condidtion to compete. I mean, we got into it after the tag match, but then started to talk. I told you about my brady idea, and you insisted on dressing up like the maid. I fucked you silly. Remember? Or was that Lively? Fuck it. You simply put are a laughing stock to your gender. And we may or may not have fucked last week, its no concern to our viewers, but I swear, in the chamber I will fuck you senseless.
Link: Dr. Matthew. Weren't you precious with that cute little drinking game. That was clever. Did they teach wit in medical school? Did you go to medical school? Because if you did, standards must be getting relaxed. I mean, I can't help but just shake my head at you. You are just as much of a doctor as Dr. Dre or Docter Seuss. You are like those douchebags with the popped collar and the cap turned up and to the side. You constantly talk and act like you are this big drinker when you are just a glorified frat boy. I initially thought you were Greg Brady, but then I realized you are just little Cindy Brady. The youngest bitch. You haven't even grown your tits yet but you still think you can fuck with me? I am an alocholic. I would drink your ass under the table any day of the week and thats real. After I am world champion I'll gladly kick your ass in a drinking game too. You naive tiny slut.
Link: Jason Rico. The fact that I can't even finish saying your name shows my level of interest in you. I plan on beating some sense into the other guys, but you are different. You remember those kids growing up in school that you just wanted to punch. They never really did anything to you, but they were so annoying. The way they looked, talked, and even ate their food just made your skin crawl. You probably can't think of anyone like that in school can you Jason, thats because you were that guy and you still are that guy. I swear if this was a reality TV show everyone would vote your ass out. Your very existence makes the match less credible and less cool. I suppose that makes you Cousin Oliver. But APW won't be jumping the shark, or nuking the fridge because I'm going to make sure your ass gets taken out early.
Link: I am back. I am ready to fight, I am ready to win, and I am ready to run this company, just like I have promised sense day 1. Call me a fucking video game, call me a flake, call me whatever the hell you want. I am Link, I am enlightened, I am your future. I am better than you and smarter than you, because I am honest. I do not lie, and I will never lie so listen to me when I say, I am going to walk out APW World Heavyweight Champion. You see, life is just a series of peaks and troughs. Earlier today I hit a trough, but just before you hit rock bottome something happens. Enlightenment. When you've hit rock bottom there is no where to go put up. You all can continue to jerk yourselves off, but I realize my faults and my weaknesses and that makes me stronger than all of you. Excuse me now, I have a plane to catch.
Fades
Hunched over with one hand clutching his stomach and one hand braced against an unidetified brick buidling Link tries his best to get this unwanted cameraman away from him whilst trying not to fall down. Link is dirty and unshaven. It appears as if he hasn't gotten any sleep for a few days, and hes clearly still drunk/hung over.
Camera Operator: Sorry Link, I'm just doing my job.
Link: And what might that be?
Camera: I need to follow you around until we can get enough footage.
Link: For what (groans)
Camera: Well, for the APW audience. Seems they are a little unsatisfied with you. They don't know you. They don't understand you. Plus President Jeff, wants to know whats up your sleeve. He says you can't be trusted, so I am here to record you for the time being.
Link: You no good basta...
Before Link could finish his edict, streams of what smelled like a combination of whiskey and tuna broke free from his mouth like the levees of New Orleans. His face began to redden and twitch as his violent vomiting brought him down to his knees. The camera operator took advantage and came around closer for a better tighter shot.
Camera: You know, sometimes you kind of look like Chris Jericho.
Link gasped for air, coughing and spitting out the remnants of the toxins his body removed. Taking slower and calmer breathes he rose to his feet and giving the camera a dirty look.
Link: Leave me the fuck alone. I'm done with this shit.
Link walks away from the building and onto the main sidewalk. The cameara man follows. Its overcast today, but then again, its early, and the sun could easily break through the cold foggy chill. There are no cabs this early in the morning so Link begins the long walk home. The camera operator continues to follow a few steps behind with Link turning around giving evil glances. He attempts to turn his walk into a get-away run, but stops short before long and putting his hands on his knees.
Link: Dammnit!
Camera: Please, you don't look well. You do realize you have a match right? Rumoured to be one of the biggest matches in APW history! I mean, Level-0ne shocked the world and is the special guest ref. This match will feature the likes of Sabur, Twister, Dr. Ma...
Link: I know what the hell is going on. I just don't give a fuck anymore.
Link gets up, whipes his mouth and begins to walk down the street again.
Camera: But wait...why not?!
Link ignores the mans question and walks at a fast but steady pace. The camera stays on Link during the bumpy chase, occasionally moving away so the camera operator can reduce the distance between the two. Link stops and attempts to open a door but it is locked. He pulls harder and slams his fist against the door in frustration, before cursing at the establishment.
Camera: Dude, its like 8AM, why would they be open, and besides man, you just puked your life out, why would you want to dri..wait.
Link again starts to walk away but then stops turns around and grabs the camera operator by his shirt.
Link: What do you want from me?! Huh?! You want to know who I am? You want my modus operatus? Do you want to hear my manifesto? Is that it? Guess the fuck what, here is you damn story. "Newsflash, Link is Dead".
Camera: Wait...what? You had a rough week a few weeks back, but you have the chance to win the APW World Title!
Link still holding onto the camera operators shirt, drags him around the side of a building.
Link: Listen up cockstain, I don't care anymore okay. Nothing makes sense anymore. I've been drunk for the past two and a half weeks. I was drunk in my last match, I don't even remember who pinned who. I just don't know what to do anymore.
Links demeanor changes from hostile, hungover and pissed, to genuinely afraid and emotional. He retreats back and puts his hands to his face. He speaks in a soft tone that has never been heard from him.
Link: Lolita, my sister, she had her baby. And, she won't let me near it. Adam, my brother, my Abel, doesn't care if I live or die now. I've spent half of my career trying to save lives, trying to make a difference and in the process I've destroyed my own. There is something wrong with me, I can't keep a normal job so I keep coming back to this business, tearing myself apart and for what? I've never wanted glory. I've never cared about titles, all I care about is having a voice and being heard. You are wasting your damn time filming this. How many people actually take the time and listen these days?! Answer me! People don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. Myself included. But now I see the funny side. You see, I know I have something to offer, I've seen it in the past. I've changed lives. I've opened people up to a better them. I've beat the hell out of people considered "the best" and I've suprised the hell out of sold out arenas that thought I was finished. But here I am now, broken hearted and confused. What good am I to people that refuse to learn? I can't beat up the entire world into realizing their own shortcomings, can I? Look me in the eyes camera boy. I said LOOK AT ME! Tell me you've never preached one thing and done the opposite. Tell me you aren't a hypcrite. Tell me you haven't lied through your teeth knowingly. If you told me any of those things you'd be a sinner just like me. Just like everyone else in this damn business. Jeff can't be saved or changed. Not with these mindless lemmings praising his every move. His beloved sheep bellowing up to the bar, sucking on his proverbial tit. I know the truth, and it depresses me. I know that I will never find love and that I could never have "friends" and sometimes that brings me down. And the only people that ever loved me are either dead, or don't care anymore...
Camera: Link, shut up. I know who you are, I know your problems. I've followed your career and I've always been impressed with what you can do, but this funk you are in just makes you sound like a sissy. We've all got our problems, but its what we do with those problems that makes us who we are. So you don't win every match, so you don't have friends what are you going to do about it? So you are a drunken fool, are you just going to walk away from everything?! You are too smart for that. You realized that you can't change Jeff then don't attack Jeff. Attack the roster. You have the chance to win the APW World Title. You can make this company yours! You can change things, you can turn things around. What did you used to say? You said, happiness comes from pain, depression and lost. Only when we have lost everything can we obatain everything. You said that just before you hit rock bottom you reach...
Link: Fuck you.
Link superkicks the camera man and the camera crashes down and we lose the video feed.
Static. Fades to black.
Link: Ah, here we go. Finally this thing works!
Fades from black.
In a dark room somewhere only a stool and Link are illuminated by a white light. Links demeanor has changed. It is similar to the look we are used to seeing. He is clean shaven and cleaned up. He wears a suit, light sunglasses and a coy smile. He looks around, bites his nail and chuckles to himself. He takes off his glasses.
Link: While my initial reaction was to erase the events that occured earlier this morning I came to the realization that it just might drive my point further home. My gut reaction was to hide my flaws, to hide the emotions that sometime overtake even me. I could easily cover that up and show the world that "Link is tough as steel". But that is a fallacy. The fact is, just like you, I am human. I am just a man, flesh and blood just like all of you. I can bleed, I can die, and I can feel. I've got a drinking problem, a family problem, a smoking problem, a lust problem, and probably a few mental problems. I've got the sample platter of problems, but what gives me the advantage here, is that I realize my problems, I bring them to the front door and say lets fucking dance. While that camera man will no longer be working with APW, he did something that I can appreciate. He reminded me, that unlike the mindless flock of APW I am saved. I am aware, I am blessed. I am enlightened. It is not my purpose to have "friends" or to live the American Dream. I don't have the luxary of owning property or taking nice trips. My calling is to take the knowledge I have and shed some light into the dark hearts of men. I have the abiltity to look at someone and dissect them for who they really are. You see, some say I'm at a disadvantage because I'm new in town. But though I've just joined this bunch I can see the APW, and my competitors in the APW World Heavyweight Championship match for who they really are. The fucking Brady Bunch.
Link: You see, Sabur is just like Jan Brady, the forgotten middle child. Your recent existence seems to revolve around your obsession with who many view as the "top girl", Twister. You're inability take that title from him furthers your own insecurities. Sabur you spend your time tugging at your own dick and then comparing it to Twisters. You think that the more you talk about him the more you compare your dicks people will realize that you should be queen bitch, but in actuality you are vain repetitions will just make people pity you, then hate you, and then finally ignore you. You've had your chance at the spotlight, but if you honestly got to the top, you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You'd probably still try and compare yourself with Twister.
Link: And you Twister. Marica Brady, the slut, the whore, the bitch on top. You believe your own hype. Just because that title has landed on your shoulders doesn't make you great. Your staggering ego is inflated by Jan Bra..Sabur constantly coming after you. You beat Sabur. Congrats, we've already established hes just a jealous cunt, what have you to offer? Your furious wind? That's just gross. Like everyone in APW you are par. You are a par performer, you are a par entertainer, and you are a par champion. Your Marcia complex is further cemented by your comment that I am like you. I'm nothing like you. I don't give a shit about saving anyone anymore. I've realized thats a dumb idea. I'm here to change you. To whip you into shape. To salvage your pathetic life before you ruin it on your own. Like Maricas looks, your prestige will fade fast. Spoiler alert: You won't be retaining your title.
Link: Spirit. Its a fitting name, because you've got it. I honestly know that you won't be much of a factor. Why? Not because you lack talent, because you have that. Not because you don't have the desire or what it takes. And we all know you have spirit. But we all know that after the sex I gave you last week, you are in no condidtion to compete. I mean, we got into it after the tag match, but then started to talk. I told you about my brady idea, and you insisted on dressing up like the maid. I fucked you silly. Remember? Or was that Lively? Fuck it. You simply put are a laughing stock to your gender. And we may or may not have fucked last week, its no concern to our viewers, but I swear, in the chamber I will fuck you senseless.
Link: Dr. Matthew. Weren't you precious with that cute little drinking game. That was clever. Did they teach wit in medical school? Did you go to medical school? Because if you did, standards must be getting relaxed. I mean, I can't help but just shake my head at you. You are just as much of a doctor as Dr. Dre or Docter Seuss. You are like those douchebags with the popped collar and the cap turned up and to the side. You constantly talk and act like you are this big drinker when you are just a glorified frat boy. I initially thought you were Greg Brady, but then I realized you are just little Cindy Brady. The youngest bitch. You haven't even grown your tits yet but you still think you can fuck with me? I am an alocholic. I would drink your ass under the table any day of the week and thats real. After I am world champion I'll gladly kick your ass in a drinking game too. You naive tiny slut.
Link: Jason Rico. The fact that I can't even finish saying your name shows my level of interest in you. I plan on beating some sense into the other guys, but you are different. You remember those kids growing up in school that you just wanted to punch. They never really did anything to you, but they were so annoying. The way they looked, talked, and even ate their food just made your skin crawl. You probably can't think of anyone like that in school can you Jason, thats because you were that guy and you still are that guy. I swear if this was a reality TV show everyone would vote your ass out. Your very existence makes the match less credible and less cool. I suppose that makes you Cousin Oliver. But APW won't be jumping the shark, or nuking the fridge because I'm going to make sure your ass gets taken out early.
Link: I am back. I am ready to fight, I am ready to win, and I am ready to run this company, just like I have promised sense day 1. Call me a fucking video game, call me a flake, call me whatever the hell you want. I am Link, I am enlightened, I am your future. I am better than you and smarter than you, because I am honest. I do not lie, and I will never lie so listen to me when I say, I am going to walk out APW World Heavyweight Champion. You see, life is just a series of peaks and troughs. Earlier today I hit a trough, but just before you hit rock bottome something happens. Enlightenment. When you've hit rock bottom there is no where to go put up. You all can continue to jerk yourselves off, but I realize my faults and my weaknesses and that makes me stronger than all of you. Excuse me now, I have a plane to catch.
Fades
