Post by Sedition: Gladiator on Jan 29, 2008 23:27:52 GMT -4
***Gordon Shumway is in a dark basement. He is sitting in a corner.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "So close, so close to accomplishing my goal. So close to victory. So close to proving to the world that I'm not just another weak computer geek. So close, but so far away. As usual I was robbed of the dignity I deserved. Robbed by another little punk determined to make me look foolish. I am sick and tired of not receiving the respect I rightfully deserved. First I was robbed in my match against Vinnie Hardcore. I made it in the ring on time. The ref knows it, Vinnie knows it, President Jeff knows it, the whole darn roster knows it. Then I am inches away from reaching the belt and The Hardcore Kid decides to stick his nose in my business. This has to end. The time of Gordon Shumway being overlooked and humiliated must end."
***Gordon starts to twitch. You can see the rage building inside him.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "What did I ever do to deserve this? What did I say? Where did I go wrong? All my life I have tried to do the right thing. I have tried to be the nice guy, and it has gotten me nowhere. I had mercy on Vinnie, I didn't hate him like I should of, but Hardcore Kid, You have summoned the hatred within me. You have opened a door that will lead to your destruction. This time there will be no holding back. I will see to it that you experience levels of pain and agony that you had never thought possible. I will make you experience fear and torment the likes of which you never imagined."
***Suddenly a light comes from up the stairs. A voice calls down.***
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Gordon, dinner will be in 5 minutes. I washed your smiley face plate cause I know how much you like it."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Mom, I asked you not to disturb me."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you fair warning. I'm making Spaghetti."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Is that with meatballs or meatsauce?"
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Meatballs of course. I know it's your favorite."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Thanks mom."
***The door closes and it is once again dark.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Anyways, as I was saying, on Monday winning the match will be my secondary goal. My primary objective will be seeing The Hardcore Kid bleed. I want him to feel on the outside the pain I have had to live with on the inside. I will watch from the outside as the beast comes out to play. I will watch with glee as he rips into your skin. I will sigh a sigh of relief as I hear your screams."
***Gordon starts to giggle and speaks now with a growl in his voice.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "I will enjoy every moment of your misery, just as you enjoyed mine at New Year's Retribution. I can hardly wait. I can already see you wearing the crimson mask, being blinded by your own blood. Gasping for air trying to breathe while you choke on your own blood. Only then will I finally feel fulfilled. That is when my work will be done. Once the ref counts to 3 and I have my hand raised, you and all the rest will give me the respect I deserve."
***The light again appears. Mama Shumway calls downstairs. She sounds rather cross as she speaks.***
MAMA SHUMWAY: "GORDON! Are you using that creepy voice again?"
GORDON SHUMWAY: "MOM. Leave me alone."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Fine, but you know how I feel about your little outbursts. Don't make me bring Dr. Bowler back into this."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "I refuse to spend another moment under that quack's microscope."
MAMA SHUMWAY: Very well. Supper is just about ready. Would your cameraman friend like some spaghetti?"
***The cameraman begins to lower the camera.***
CAMERAMAN: "Why, sure. I would love some."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Forget it. You're here to shoot this promo, then you're gone."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Ok, but I don't want to hear that voice again."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Yes mother."
***The light again disappears. Gordon shoots the cameraman a dirty look. The cameraman lifts the camera up and continues filming. Gordon now speaks in a creepy whisper.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Even in my own home I can't even get the respect I deserve, but soon that will end. No one will dare cross me after they see the example I make of the Hardcore Kid. There is nothing in you that I find to respect Hardcore Kid. You are just another Las Vegas punk just like your buddy Vinnie. I won't let you steal my glory twice. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I will not be fooled again, but you certainly will be made to feel shame. Not just the shame of defeat, but the shame of utter anhiliation. This time there will be no holding back. You have already made me angry. I promise, you are not going to like me now that I am angry. Go back to Las Vegas, visit your Grandma. Kiss her goodbye, cause whatever is left of you after I am through with you will be something she will not be able to bear looking upon, if there is anything left at all. Enjoy your next few days, cause they may be your last."
***The cameraman cuts the camera. He stands up and helps Gordon off the ground.***
CAMERAMAN: "Great promo man. You really do that tortured soul thing well. It's a great act."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Act?"
CAMERAMAN: "Yeah, it's a great gimmick man. Kind of creepy, but you play it well."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Right, it's all an act."
***Gordon puts his arm around the cameraman.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Can I let you in on a little secret?"
CAMERAMAN: "Absolutely."
***Gordon grabs the cameraman by the throat. He slams the cameraman hard against the wall and chokes him. Gordon laughs as the cameraman struggles for air. Gordon continues to choke him until the cameraman passes out. Gordon drops him and he falls to the ground.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "It's not an act."
***Gordon goes upstairs and sits down at the table. His mother brings him a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Gordon smiles.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Thanks mom."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Where is your little friend?"
GORDON SHUMWAY: "He's pretty tired. Once we were done he just passed out."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Oh well, I'm sure he'll be hungry when he wakes up. So Gordon, let me tell you the latest Flin Flon gossip."
***Gordon stares off into space with a half smile on his face as the camera fades out.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "So close, so close to accomplishing my goal. So close to victory. So close to proving to the world that I'm not just another weak computer geek. So close, but so far away. As usual I was robbed of the dignity I deserved. Robbed by another little punk determined to make me look foolish. I am sick and tired of not receiving the respect I rightfully deserved. First I was robbed in my match against Vinnie Hardcore. I made it in the ring on time. The ref knows it, Vinnie knows it, President Jeff knows it, the whole darn roster knows it. Then I am inches away from reaching the belt and The Hardcore Kid decides to stick his nose in my business. This has to end. The time of Gordon Shumway being overlooked and humiliated must end."
***Gordon starts to twitch. You can see the rage building inside him.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "What did I ever do to deserve this? What did I say? Where did I go wrong? All my life I have tried to do the right thing. I have tried to be the nice guy, and it has gotten me nowhere. I had mercy on Vinnie, I didn't hate him like I should of, but Hardcore Kid, You have summoned the hatred within me. You have opened a door that will lead to your destruction. This time there will be no holding back. I will see to it that you experience levels of pain and agony that you had never thought possible. I will make you experience fear and torment the likes of which you never imagined."
***Suddenly a light comes from up the stairs. A voice calls down.***
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Gordon, dinner will be in 5 minutes. I washed your smiley face plate cause I know how much you like it."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Mom, I asked you not to disturb me."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you fair warning. I'm making Spaghetti."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Is that with meatballs or meatsauce?"
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Meatballs of course. I know it's your favorite."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Thanks mom."
***The door closes and it is once again dark.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Anyways, as I was saying, on Monday winning the match will be my secondary goal. My primary objective will be seeing The Hardcore Kid bleed. I want him to feel on the outside the pain I have had to live with on the inside. I will watch from the outside as the beast comes out to play. I will watch with glee as he rips into your skin. I will sigh a sigh of relief as I hear your screams."
***Gordon starts to giggle and speaks now with a growl in his voice.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "I will enjoy every moment of your misery, just as you enjoyed mine at New Year's Retribution. I can hardly wait. I can already see you wearing the crimson mask, being blinded by your own blood. Gasping for air trying to breathe while you choke on your own blood. Only then will I finally feel fulfilled. That is when my work will be done. Once the ref counts to 3 and I have my hand raised, you and all the rest will give me the respect I deserve."
***The light again appears. Mama Shumway calls downstairs. She sounds rather cross as she speaks.***
MAMA SHUMWAY: "GORDON! Are you using that creepy voice again?"
GORDON SHUMWAY: "MOM. Leave me alone."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Fine, but you know how I feel about your little outbursts. Don't make me bring Dr. Bowler back into this."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "I refuse to spend another moment under that quack's microscope."
MAMA SHUMWAY: Very well. Supper is just about ready. Would your cameraman friend like some spaghetti?"
***The cameraman begins to lower the camera.***
CAMERAMAN: "Why, sure. I would love some."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Forget it. You're here to shoot this promo, then you're gone."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Ok, but I don't want to hear that voice again."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Yes mother."
***The light again disappears. Gordon shoots the cameraman a dirty look. The cameraman lifts the camera up and continues filming. Gordon now speaks in a creepy whisper.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Even in my own home I can't even get the respect I deserve, but soon that will end. No one will dare cross me after they see the example I make of the Hardcore Kid. There is nothing in you that I find to respect Hardcore Kid. You are just another Las Vegas punk just like your buddy Vinnie. I won't let you steal my glory twice. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I will not be fooled again, but you certainly will be made to feel shame. Not just the shame of defeat, but the shame of utter anhiliation. This time there will be no holding back. You have already made me angry. I promise, you are not going to like me now that I am angry. Go back to Las Vegas, visit your Grandma. Kiss her goodbye, cause whatever is left of you after I am through with you will be something she will not be able to bear looking upon, if there is anything left at all. Enjoy your next few days, cause they may be your last."
***The cameraman cuts the camera. He stands up and helps Gordon off the ground.***
CAMERAMAN: "Great promo man. You really do that tortured soul thing well. It's a great act."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Act?"
CAMERAMAN: "Yeah, it's a great gimmick man. Kind of creepy, but you play it well."
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Right, it's all an act."
***Gordon puts his arm around the cameraman.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Can I let you in on a little secret?"
CAMERAMAN: "Absolutely."
***Gordon grabs the cameraman by the throat. He slams the cameraman hard against the wall and chokes him. Gordon laughs as the cameraman struggles for air. Gordon continues to choke him until the cameraman passes out. Gordon drops him and he falls to the ground.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "It's not an act."
***Gordon goes upstairs and sits down at the table. His mother brings him a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Gordon smiles.***
GORDON SHUMWAY: "Thanks mom."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Where is your little friend?"
GORDON SHUMWAY: "He's pretty tired. Once we were done he just passed out."
MAMA SHUMWAY: "Oh well, I'm sure he'll be hungry when he wakes up. So Gordon, let me tell you the latest Flin Flon gossip."
***Gordon stares off into space with a half smile on his face as the camera fades out.***
