Post by John Green on Mar 11, 2009 8:32:05 GMT -4
John Green......A Hack? NO
How could I compare this to sorrow? I mean I jbeat APW's so-called JESUS of a World Champion. I am also going to be the new Overdrive Champion no matter what Carl Cage thinks.… Does that mean I have failed? Well, in any other case it would be an achievement. But I could have done something better, something greater. I could have granted myself a Number One Contender’s spot for the APW Heavyweight Championship. If not for one man I’d be basking in the glory. If not for one selfish man, who knows what would have happened for me in this controversial era in APW. I should look on the bright side. I should be happy, but I’m not. The fact is, he took from me what I had wanted since signing my APW contract. All I want is to be a part of something big. I had my chance. I was so close…
~Scene~
As there are no images shown, voices and noises can be heard in the distance. There are only whispers however, raising pitch with every striking noise. With every shot to the obvious object taking a beating, the noise erupts louder and louder. Suddenly a man screams out and then another visionless action has been made… The camera finally gets into the building to see a disturbed man sitting on the ground next to a punching bag. He has one leg hunched close to his face and the other extended outward. His wrists are taped up and he looks exhausted. He has a gym bag a few feet away from him. The figure raises his head to be John Green. He stands up quickly and goes over to this gym bag. He grabs a Gatorade from one of the pockets on the side and twists the cap open. He pours the soothing liquid into his mouth and the expression on his face changes as it continues down his throat. With his head backward taking in a large amount of the drink, he finally finishes it in one gulp. He drops it next to bag. He bends over and then crunches on his knees and zips it up. He gets back up and stands, returning to his position at the punching bag. He then looks deep into the camera.
Green: This is a sign of what is actually good in APW… This is a sign of what’s pure. No matter if Carl Cage decides to give me a shot or not I will be fighting a Champion at Rasslemania 5 and stand next to what I think is right, even if that winning it means defending it against utter trash here in APW that I face at Overdrive this week. This trash I am speaking of is the same man who couldn't get a single win for his first three months here in APW. This man was the same one who couldn't get a win in singles so he let The Hardcore Kid do all the work for him and get the Tag titles. This is the man who calls me a hack and I've done something that he'll never even be able to do in his good dreams. Become a World Champion and defeat World Champions. Hell he hasn't had the greatness to even hold a singles title greatly. Whta'd you win the Xtreme Title in December. I came back and you weren't even holding that title anymore Royce.. Now you think you're going to just run through superstars like THK or even me. You think you'll just win the title so easy at your jobbing condition. What were your plans then Jason Royce? Were you going to rip it from his hands and clim yourself as Champion? Well, it doesn’t matter. You failed at holding the title and failed at being a winner here in APW and you will fail once again at my hands. You continued to ask THK for this shot and now that you finally have it, you don’t know what to do with it. Just like any other jobber, you’re in a panic. With your amazing APW Record of a cuple of wins and never ending losses, Jason Royce looks to ACTUALLY grab A CHAMPIONSHIP. This is just laughable… You are one delusional guy in my opinion, especially if you think I have dreams… I lost them, after…
John looks at the camera and shakes his head. He turns and pounds the bag with jabs, hooks, and uppercuts all in combinations. He fluently hits the bag with more and more strength as he continues. As minutes go by, he finally ends it with a hard hook punch similar to where Jason Royce’s jaw would be. He goes to his bag, takes another Gatorade, and dispenses it into his mouth. He throws it across the hall, lits the bag, and continues onto another training device. On the wall, John Green is painted in black and white. He smiles as he goes towards a bench. He drops his bag down. He goes to the weight set next to the bench, takes a bar, and hooks two 200 pound weights on each side of the bar. He lifts it easily and then calmly lies back onto the bench resting the weights on the support handles. He grins and pushes the bar up and then letting it come back to him.
Green: You think you’re a big star… You’ve got your lame Legacy name and quotes. The fact is, you’ve never even made it in this federation facing off against jobbers. What makes you think you can throw me around as easily as you say you can? You’re in the big leagues this week, and when our match is through, you’ll be sent right back to the minors… With a loss this week, your record stands at even more never ending losses but at least you have like wins from your tag title days. That’s not good enough to get you anywhere. That just doesn’t cut it. In order to make the shots, you’ve got to get past the ones made for you. Before you criticize any wrestler at my status, you should have a name made for yourself first. You’re one in a million and can be dumped off within minutes…You’ve beaten who no named jobbers. Those are APW’s worst. And then who did you lose to? You’d choose to rather not say, I’d suppose… The thing is, Jason Royce, you’re nothing… You are a spec in APW. So before you go around here with a strut in your walk, beat someone of obvious contention. Then you can talk…
John continues pumping it with ease trying to keep the nicely cut physique in his chest. He ends the repetitions and ducks his head under the bar. He smirks and goes over to a leg press machine. He sets himself into and begins his reps on the machine…
Green: And just so you know Royce, I'm not a talentless hack and please being a world Champion is no big feat… I mean, you’ve got almost enough jokes to become a comedian. If you came out with any more outdated stuff you’ll have Rocky asking for his lines back… Yeah, you’re that close… I’m finished with talking about you. I have bigger fish to fry, better things to look forward to. You’re not part of it nor will you ever be until you sharpen your skills. As of now, I have you beaten… It’s already done. Before I walk in, the match is over. It’s that’s simple… You come, you try, you lose and you’re sent right back home dwelling upon your losses once again. It’s a tough life, but someone has to job in APW and it mine as well be a guy diluted on his legacy.
John Green just grins and finishes up his routine. He lifts his bag, closes it up and makes his way outside.
The Fade to Black.
Pt.1 End
~Scene~
The buzzing and annoying sound of a morning alarm clock goes off. He tries to go back to sleep but it continues to blast right next to his ear. John Green sits up and looks next to him slapping the clock on its top. The television is still on; he must have left it going before he went to sleep. John slides off the bed, stretches, and shuts off his TV. As he walks out into his living room, the sun coming through his shades blinds him. He raises an arm over his eyes and walks towards the blinders. He closes them and then puts his arm back to his side. John walks around the room still trying to wake himself up. Going back into his room, he suddenly turns and goes into the bathroom, flipping a switch to illuminate the room as well. He turns the cold water knob on and leans over, cupping his hands together and tossing some into his face. You can tell he feels better as he shuts off the light and walks into his kitchen.
Green: Well that feels a lot better. You know, the fact that Jason Royce thinks he can beat me is also a bit refreshing. Finally, I face someone with some confidence. But without anything to back that confidence up, you are nothing. Sorry it’s that story for you, Jason. You’ve also got a sorry statement about me leaving and being a jobber. Shame on you… People always seem to be getting me wrong. My friends, my family, and my opponents are all in the same. Hmm, that reminds me of my guests today.
John smiles and walks over to his phone jack. He lifts up the telephone and dials a number. You can hear the sound of ringing and then an odd voice answer the phone.
Voice: Hello? Who’s this…
John can hear the motor running in the background letting him know he’s in a car.
Green: You know who it is, Frankie…
Frankie: Oh hey… This city is so damn big, and it’s full of these huge houses and tall ass buildings dude…
Green: I know… I live here… Mine is the bright blue Penthouse next to the noticeably large Palm tree.
Frankie: Oh, I can see it from here then. What’s the address again?
John Green: 1007 Palm View… You shouldn’t have any trouble…
Frankie: Talk to you later, pal…
John grins as he hangs up the phone and places it back onto the jack. Remembering to get dressed, he runs into his bedroom once again and puts on some casual clothes. He walks over to his fridge opens it up, and takes out a bottle of milk. As he places the milk on the table, he shuts the fridge and goes into his cabinet. John takes out a glass and pours the drink into the cup. He lifts the glass up to his lips and lets the milk go down his throat. Upon doing this, he gasps in amusement. A knock is heard at the door. Immediately walking over to the door, he puts the milk down and continues. The door is slowly creaked open to reveal a man with a crooked, yet hilarious smile upon him. He walks in and the two immediately embrace in a hug.
Green: How have you been man? I heard stuff is rough back in New York… My mom is saying the same shit about Louisiana though. It seems like the world is changing around us.
Frankie: That it definitely does man… The crime is up and it just doesn’t need to be like that. It wasn’t like that when we were growing up. I mean, we did a lot of shit, but that was ONLY us… Now there are tons of people just like us looking to make names for themselves.
Green: It definitely sucks. Wow though, look at you man. How’s Nicole doing?
Frankie: Oh, she’s good. She wanted to come down here to see you but she’s got a very complicated lifestyle. You know how it is, with your “always on the go” schedule, huh?
Green: Oh yeah, tell me about it. It never stops. You want a drink or something?
Frankie: Yeah, sure… Just water, thanks…
Green: No problem, any ice?
Frankie looks around the place and grins. He goes to the couch and sits down as he speaks out.
Frankie: Yeah, sure man. Nice house. It really is a fucking luxury home.
John grabs a glass and fills it with ice from the fridge dispenser.
Green: Yeah, and it cost pocket change for me.
Frankie: You little snob…
Frankie laughs and so does John as he finishes up with the water. He grabs his milk and walks over to the seating area. He hands the water to his friend and then sits on the couch in front of the TV.
Frankie: So you’ve obviously been doing good… How’s the business been?
Green: Hmm, let me show you about that.
Frankie laughs and nods as John stands and enters his room. He walks back out in seconds with a newspaper showing defeating Michael Lively.
Frankie: You beat the World Champion!
Green: Yeah. I've been through a lot of shit in wrestling. Not just APW either. In indy fed I got my lip stapled.
Frankie: …You got your lips stapled? What… The… Fuck!?
Green: Yeah, it was a street fight… Crazy match but I pulled the win out…
John hands the paper over to his childhood friend and he handled it like it was rare china. John just laughs…
Green: You know, with the rate I’m going, I can win a title, retire it, and give it to you…
Frankie laughs and so does John.
Frankie: I’d believe it too… I’m glad you’re having success.
Green: Thanks, and how’s work?
John grabs his milk and takes a chug.
Frankie: Hey, it pays the bills… Well, actually, Nicole pays the bills. She’s the lawyer...
John puts down the drink after finishing…
Green: Yep, got to have those women for something.
Frankie smiles…
Frankie: What ever happened to your wife?
Green: That was a long time ago, Frankie… I’ve passed on from that.
Frankie: Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not looking to stir the pot. I’m going to have to start following this APW thing. It sounds very entertaining.
Green: It’s the #1 brand right now for a reason…
Frankie: I see… Who are you facing this week?
Green: Some jobber… It’ll be an easy win. I have bigger and better plans coming up for the Wrestlemania kind of thing for APW. It’s called Rasslemania. That is the one that you have to watch.
Frankie: Alright, I definitely will. Make sure you win that upcoming match. Keep your focus…
Green: What do you know?
John chuckles as he finishes off the rest of his milk.
Frankie: Not much man, not much… Alright, so are we going out tonight or are we just going to stand here all day and talk?
Green: I thought you were enjoying it…
Frankie: Oh, don’t get me wrong. I was, but going out in Atlanta is something I’ve never done before. And the beach is right outside, man. I need to go check out one of the top ranked beaches in the world.
Green: No, you only access that beach if you’re single. You are definitely not single. That is where I spend MY free days…
They both laugh and Frankie stand up.
Frankie: Ready to go?
Green: Yeah, sure… You know what? Why don’t you just come to Overdrive this week while you’re in town? You can stay with me or in a hotel when I drive up to the arena. That will also get you into APW…
Frankie: Alright, that sounds good. However, I’m going to decline staying in a hotel unless I pay for it. I can just intrude like that.
John Green: You wouldn’t be intruding, but whatever. I’ll just pick you up when I’m supposed to go to the event.
John takes his drink and the paper from him and goes to the kitchen. He puts the two glasses in the sink and then places his treasured paper in a silver case hung on the wall. They walk out the door… Those two have had a long history together… John has the intentions of doing the same thing that Frankie did to him on one calm evening… That was getting him drunk, and a plot a breakup between John and his wife. John has an evil grin on his face as he shuts the door behind him.
The Fade to Black.
How could I compare this to sorrow? I mean I jbeat APW's so-called JESUS of a World Champion. I am also going to be the new Overdrive Champion no matter what Carl Cage thinks.… Does that mean I have failed? Well, in any other case it would be an achievement. But I could have done something better, something greater. I could have granted myself a Number One Contender’s spot for the APW Heavyweight Championship. If not for one man I’d be basking in the glory. If not for one selfish man, who knows what would have happened for me in this controversial era in APW. I should look on the bright side. I should be happy, but I’m not. The fact is, he took from me what I had wanted since signing my APW contract. All I want is to be a part of something big. I had my chance. I was so close…
~Scene~
As there are no images shown, voices and noises can be heard in the distance. There are only whispers however, raising pitch with every striking noise. With every shot to the obvious object taking a beating, the noise erupts louder and louder. Suddenly a man screams out and then another visionless action has been made… The camera finally gets into the building to see a disturbed man sitting on the ground next to a punching bag. He has one leg hunched close to his face and the other extended outward. His wrists are taped up and he looks exhausted. He has a gym bag a few feet away from him. The figure raises his head to be John Green. He stands up quickly and goes over to this gym bag. He grabs a Gatorade from one of the pockets on the side and twists the cap open. He pours the soothing liquid into his mouth and the expression on his face changes as it continues down his throat. With his head backward taking in a large amount of the drink, he finally finishes it in one gulp. He drops it next to bag. He bends over and then crunches on his knees and zips it up. He gets back up and stands, returning to his position at the punching bag. He then looks deep into the camera.
Green: This is a sign of what is actually good in APW… This is a sign of what’s pure. No matter if Carl Cage decides to give me a shot or not I will be fighting a Champion at Rasslemania 5 and stand next to what I think is right, even if that winning it means defending it against utter trash here in APW that I face at Overdrive this week. This trash I am speaking of is the same man who couldn't get a single win for his first three months here in APW. This man was the same one who couldn't get a win in singles so he let The Hardcore Kid do all the work for him and get the Tag titles. This is the man who calls me a hack and I've done something that he'll never even be able to do in his good dreams. Become a World Champion and defeat World Champions. Hell he hasn't had the greatness to even hold a singles title greatly. Whta'd you win the Xtreme Title in December. I came back and you weren't even holding that title anymore Royce.. Now you think you're going to just run through superstars like THK or even me. You think you'll just win the title so easy at your jobbing condition. What were your plans then Jason Royce? Were you going to rip it from his hands and clim yourself as Champion? Well, it doesn’t matter. You failed at holding the title and failed at being a winner here in APW and you will fail once again at my hands. You continued to ask THK for this shot and now that you finally have it, you don’t know what to do with it. Just like any other jobber, you’re in a panic. With your amazing APW Record of a cuple of wins and never ending losses, Jason Royce looks to ACTUALLY grab A CHAMPIONSHIP. This is just laughable… You are one delusional guy in my opinion, especially if you think I have dreams… I lost them, after…
John looks at the camera and shakes his head. He turns and pounds the bag with jabs, hooks, and uppercuts all in combinations. He fluently hits the bag with more and more strength as he continues. As minutes go by, he finally ends it with a hard hook punch similar to where Jason Royce’s jaw would be. He goes to his bag, takes another Gatorade, and dispenses it into his mouth. He throws it across the hall, lits the bag, and continues onto another training device. On the wall, John Green is painted in black and white. He smiles as he goes towards a bench. He drops his bag down. He goes to the weight set next to the bench, takes a bar, and hooks two 200 pound weights on each side of the bar. He lifts it easily and then calmly lies back onto the bench resting the weights on the support handles. He grins and pushes the bar up and then letting it come back to him.
Green: You think you’re a big star… You’ve got your lame Legacy name and quotes. The fact is, you’ve never even made it in this federation facing off against jobbers. What makes you think you can throw me around as easily as you say you can? You’re in the big leagues this week, and when our match is through, you’ll be sent right back to the minors… With a loss this week, your record stands at even more never ending losses but at least you have like wins from your tag title days. That’s not good enough to get you anywhere. That just doesn’t cut it. In order to make the shots, you’ve got to get past the ones made for you. Before you criticize any wrestler at my status, you should have a name made for yourself first. You’re one in a million and can be dumped off within minutes…You’ve beaten who no named jobbers. Those are APW’s worst. And then who did you lose to? You’d choose to rather not say, I’d suppose… The thing is, Jason Royce, you’re nothing… You are a spec in APW. So before you go around here with a strut in your walk, beat someone of obvious contention. Then you can talk…
John continues pumping it with ease trying to keep the nicely cut physique in his chest. He ends the repetitions and ducks his head under the bar. He smirks and goes over to a leg press machine. He sets himself into and begins his reps on the machine…
Green: And just so you know Royce, I'm not a talentless hack and please being a world Champion is no big feat… I mean, you’ve got almost enough jokes to become a comedian. If you came out with any more outdated stuff you’ll have Rocky asking for his lines back… Yeah, you’re that close… I’m finished with talking about you. I have bigger fish to fry, better things to look forward to. You’re not part of it nor will you ever be until you sharpen your skills. As of now, I have you beaten… It’s already done. Before I walk in, the match is over. It’s that’s simple… You come, you try, you lose and you’re sent right back home dwelling upon your losses once again. It’s a tough life, but someone has to job in APW and it mine as well be a guy diluted on his legacy.
John Green just grins and finishes up his routine. He lifts his bag, closes it up and makes his way outside.
The Fade to Black.
Pt.1 End
~Scene~
The buzzing and annoying sound of a morning alarm clock goes off. He tries to go back to sleep but it continues to blast right next to his ear. John Green sits up and looks next to him slapping the clock on its top. The television is still on; he must have left it going before he went to sleep. John slides off the bed, stretches, and shuts off his TV. As he walks out into his living room, the sun coming through his shades blinds him. He raises an arm over his eyes and walks towards the blinders. He closes them and then puts his arm back to his side. John walks around the room still trying to wake himself up. Going back into his room, he suddenly turns and goes into the bathroom, flipping a switch to illuminate the room as well. He turns the cold water knob on and leans over, cupping his hands together and tossing some into his face. You can tell he feels better as he shuts off the light and walks into his kitchen.
Green: Well that feels a lot better. You know, the fact that Jason Royce thinks he can beat me is also a bit refreshing. Finally, I face someone with some confidence. But without anything to back that confidence up, you are nothing. Sorry it’s that story for you, Jason. You’ve also got a sorry statement about me leaving and being a jobber. Shame on you… People always seem to be getting me wrong. My friends, my family, and my opponents are all in the same. Hmm, that reminds me of my guests today.
John smiles and walks over to his phone jack. He lifts up the telephone and dials a number. You can hear the sound of ringing and then an odd voice answer the phone.
Voice: Hello? Who’s this…
John can hear the motor running in the background letting him know he’s in a car.
Green: You know who it is, Frankie…
Frankie: Oh hey… This city is so damn big, and it’s full of these huge houses and tall ass buildings dude…
Green: I know… I live here… Mine is the bright blue Penthouse next to the noticeably large Palm tree.
Frankie: Oh, I can see it from here then. What’s the address again?
John Green: 1007 Palm View… You shouldn’t have any trouble…
Frankie: Talk to you later, pal…
John grins as he hangs up the phone and places it back onto the jack. Remembering to get dressed, he runs into his bedroom once again and puts on some casual clothes. He walks over to his fridge opens it up, and takes out a bottle of milk. As he places the milk on the table, he shuts the fridge and goes into his cabinet. John takes out a glass and pours the drink into the cup. He lifts the glass up to his lips and lets the milk go down his throat. Upon doing this, he gasps in amusement. A knock is heard at the door. Immediately walking over to the door, he puts the milk down and continues. The door is slowly creaked open to reveal a man with a crooked, yet hilarious smile upon him. He walks in and the two immediately embrace in a hug.
Green: How have you been man? I heard stuff is rough back in New York… My mom is saying the same shit about Louisiana though. It seems like the world is changing around us.
Frankie: That it definitely does man… The crime is up and it just doesn’t need to be like that. It wasn’t like that when we were growing up. I mean, we did a lot of shit, but that was ONLY us… Now there are tons of people just like us looking to make names for themselves.
Green: It definitely sucks. Wow though, look at you man. How’s Nicole doing?
Frankie: Oh, she’s good. She wanted to come down here to see you but she’s got a very complicated lifestyle. You know how it is, with your “always on the go” schedule, huh?
Green: Oh yeah, tell me about it. It never stops. You want a drink or something?
Frankie: Yeah, sure… Just water, thanks…
Green: No problem, any ice?
Frankie looks around the place and grins. He goes to the couch and sits down as he speaks out.
Frankie: Yeah, sure man. Nice house. It really is a fucking luxury home.
John grabs a glass and fills it with ice from the fridge dispenser.
Green: Yeah, and it cost pocket change for me.
Frankie: You little snob…
Frankie laughs and so does John as he finishes up with the water. He grabs his milk and walks over to the seating area. He hands the water to his friend and then sits on the couch in front of the TV.
Frankie: So you’ve obviously been doing good… How’s the business been?
Green: Hmm, let me show you about that.
Frankie laughs and nods as John stands and enters his room. He walks back out in seconds with a newspaper showing defeating Michael Lively.
Frankie: You beat the World Champion!
Green: Yeah. I've been through a lot of shit in wrestling. Not just APW either. In indy fed I got my lip stapled.
Frankie: …You got your lips stapled? What… The… Fuck!?
Green: Yeah, it was a street fight… Crazy match but I pulled the win out…
John hands the paper over to his childhood friend and he handled it like it was rare china. John just laughs…
Green: You know, with the rate I’m going, I can win a title, retire it, and give it to you…
Frankie laughs and so does John.
Frankie: I’d believe it too… I’m glad you’re having success.
Green: Thanks, and how’s work?
John grabs his milk and takes a chug.
Frankie: Hey, it pays the bills… Well, actually, Nicole pays the bills. She’s the lawyer...
John puts down the drink after finishing…
Green: Yep, got to have those women for something.
Frankie smiles…
Frankie: What ever happened to your wife?
Green: That was a long time ago, Frankie… I’ve passed on from that.
Frankie: Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not looking to stir the pot. I’m going to have to start following this APW thing. It sounds very entertaining.
Green: It’s the #1 brand right now for a reason…
Frankie: I see… Who are you facing this week?
Green: Some jobber… It’ll be an easy win. I have bigger and better plans coming up for the Wrestlemania kind of thing for APW. It’s called Rasslemania. That is the one that you have to watch.
Frankie: Alright, I definitely will. Make sure you win that upcoming match. Keep your focus…
Green: What do you know?
John chuckles as he finishes off the rest of his milk.
Frankie: Not much man, not much… Alright, so are we going out tonight or are we just going to stand here all day and talk?
Green: I thought you were enjoying it…
Frankie: Oh, don’t get me wrong. I was, but going out in Atlanta is something I’ve never done before. And the beach is right outside, man. I need to go check out one of the top ranked beaches in the world.
Green: No, you only access that beach if you’re single. You are definitely not single. That is where I spend MY free days…
They both laugh and Frankie stand up.
Frankie: Ready to go?
Green: Yeah, sure… You know what? Why don’t you just come to Overdrive this week while you’re in town? You can stay with me or in a hotel when I drive up to the arena. That will also get you into APW…
Frankie: Alright, that sounds good. However, I’m going to decline staying in a hotel unless I pay for it. I can just intrude like that.
John Green: You wouldn’t be intruding, but whatever. I’ll just pick you up when I’m supposed to go to the event.
John takes his drink and the paper from him and goes to the kitchen. He puts the two glasses in the sink and then places his treasured paper in a silver case hung on the wall. They walk out the door… Those two have had a long history together… John has the intentions of doing the same thing that Frankie did to him on one calm evening… That was getting him drunk, and a plot a breakup between John and his wife. John has an evil grin on his face as he shuts the door behind him.
The Fade to Black.
