Post by "Supersonic" Branden Harvey on Jun 15, 2013 3:36:54 GMT -4
About a week ago, Uncle Owen, the man that raised and nurtured Ron Rufio after his parents died in a plane crash, the man that taught Ron Rufio how to wrestle, and the man that got Ron Rufio a job in APW, was killed. Ron doesn't know who killed him. All he knows is it was a wrestler. Not necessarily an APW wrestler either. Just a wrestler that had some sort of grudge against Uncle Owen. But, while Ron Rufio wants to know who killed Uncle Owen, he's also been thinking about his future as a pro wrestler.
You see, Ron Rufio grew up wanting to wrestle the technical style, just like his parents and uncle. However, while Uncle Owen was training him, they both learned that, to Ron Rufio, it was easier to do Trigonometry than to learn scientific holds. So Uncle Owen taught Ron Rufio to wrestle a different way. He taught him hardcore wrestling. That was something Ron excelled at very much. He excelled at it so much that he's undefeated wrestling cripples like No Legs Harrison, bums like Branden Harvey and dogs like Patch. Uncle Owen wanted Ron to succeed in wrestling, even if he didn't succeed using the family methods.
Ron, on the other hand, doesn't want that. He wants to be known for being great in the ring. And he just isn't. And now, with Uncle Owen's death, he's starting to second guess his career choice. Maybe he was just a dreamer, like T.J. Buckles always said. Maybe wrestling just wasn't his thing. Maybe he should call President Jeff and tell him he wants to take him up on his offer and be let out of his contract before he embarrasses himself. All he'll ever bring to wrestling is a slightly elevated ability to take a kicking. But getting his ass kicked all the time doesn't sound like much fun.
But Ron's future in wrestling isn't the only thing Uncle Owen's death has changed. Now, Ron Rufio and Aunt Beru don't have any money coming in. They're being threatened by the owner of their house. If they don't pay the rent soon, they'll be on the streets.
Elsewhere, T.J. Buckles is still making fun of Ron. It doesn't matter that Ron is successful in a bar. You'd never win in a real fight, chump," TJ always tells him. And Ron thinks, maybe T.J. is right. There's no way he'd beat wrestlers like Level-One, C.J. Gates or Biggs. He's not good enough and he never will be. And Ron Rufio and T.J. Buckles aren't the only ones that think so. Ron thinks back to his first meeting with the President of APW, President Jeff, better known as wrestling legend Hurricane Jeff.
President Jeff: Kid, I hired you because I owed my old friend, Owen Rufio, a favor. But, to be honest, I don't see anything in you but wasted genes. Not even wasted talent. Because you, Ron Rufio, are talentless. You're a hack. I made a promise to your uncle and, even though he's dead, I plan on keeping my promise. You are welcome to wrestle for APW for as long as you want. But I don't see you being successful. I doubt you could beat Mr. Dangerous. But, if you insist on working, I'll let you work. You'll be good fodder for the new guys. I'm just warning you about your potential. You have none. Now get out of my office.
Maybe President Jeff was right, Ron thinks. Maybe I should quit APW. The only person that believes in me is Aunt Beru and she's not a great judge of wrestling talent.
Ron picks up his cell phone to call President Jeff and inform him of his decision. He dials the number when he passes a pawn shop. There's Aunt Beru inside the pawn shop selling all her jewlery, even her wedding ring, with tears streaming from her eyes. She must be selling them to pay the rent. And here Ron is about to quit a job that would help them immensely. Someone picks up the phone.
President Jeff: Hello?
Ron Rufio: Sorry, Mr. President. This is Ron Rufio. ... I think I called your number by mistake.
President Jeff: Idiot
President Jeff hangs up. But Ron has made a decision. He's not going to leave APW. Not yet. They need the money. But as soon as he finds something to do other than wrestle, he's gone. He's leaving wrestling forever.
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The scene opens to Ron Rufio sitting in a chair.
Ron Rufio: Welcome to Hooked In. APW's newest internet show. Hooked In is all about one person. It's all about Ron Rufio. That's me.
What do I want to talk about in the first episode of my show? I want to talk about Jerry Matthews. The Evangelist. No. I want to talk TO "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews. Jerry, you and your brand of religion have plagued APW for far too long. I have no problem with religion. I'm not much of a religious man but I do have something I worship. I worship wrestling.
My problem with you doesn't stem from your religion. It stems from your character. If there's anything in this world I hate, it's self righteous pricks. I may be having my troubles. I may be questioning my ability to be a wrestler. I may be questioning my future in this business but there's one thing I am completely confidant about.
I am confidant in my ability to take whatever you, Gabriel, and even God can dish out and come back for more. Because there is nothing any of you can do that will make me stop. I know that because I know myself. And I know that I am unstoppable. Since you're so keen on God, let's look at some Bible verses, shall we?
James 1:12 says, "Blessed is the one that perseveres under trial."
On Meltdown, I'll be under trial. I'll be the guy that is having his first match not fighting cripples and bums in a bar. I'll be the guy everyone is expecting to fail. But I'll also be the guy that's blessed because I'll be the guy that perseveres.
Matthew 7:21-23 says, "Not everyone that says to me 'Lord, Lord' shall enter into the kingdom of heaven, but only the one that does the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Depart from me, ye that work iniquity.'"
Jerry, if the first verse was referring to me, the second verse was referring to you. Because if you think you're going to heaven after all you've done, think again. According to your own religion, which I do not follow but I know a great deal about, the only way you can go to heaven is to repent and turn away from your wicked ways. But I don't see that happening.
2 Timothy 4:3, 4 says, "For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths."
It's like looking in the mirror, isn't it, Jerry? Your doctrine of violence isn't what your book teaches. You, my friend, are a hypocrite. You wanted an excuse to beat people up. That excuse could've been Buddha, Allah, or Vishnu. But instead, it was Jesus. Tell me, Jerry, did Jesus ever beat people up in the name of "evangelism?" Of course he didn't. And he was a carpenter. He probably could have if he wanted to. But that's not who he was, right Jerry? No. The only person that wants Jerry Matthews to beat people up is Jerry Matthews. So please, for the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, stop blaming it on Jesus.
I have your number, Jerry. And it's the only number I've ever gotten because, you know, someone this pretty is such a hit with the ladies. I may not have gotten their numbers. BUT I HAVE YOURS!!!! And, on Monday, I'm calling it. So be prepared for our date. It's one you'll never forget.
With that, Rufio stands up. He gets a crazed look in his eye followed by an evil looking grin. He picks up the chair he was just sitting on, folds it, and starts hitting himself in the head with it over and over. After twelve shots, he's finally done. He looks at the camera. His eyebrow is busted open and his face is mangled beyond repair. And he has a smile on his face.
Ron Rufio: If I'm willing to do that to myself, imagine what I'm going to do to you. I hope you have fun this week. Use your legs. Use them a lot. Because Monday, I'm going to turn you into a cripple.
The camera focuses on the wound as the scene fades.
You see, Ron Rufio grew up wanting to wrestle the technical style, just like his parents and uncle. However, while Uncle Owen was training him, they both learned that, to Ron Rufio, it was easier to do Trigonometry than to learn scientific holds. So Uncle Owen taught Ron Rufio to wrestle a different way. He taught him hardcore wrestling. That was something Ron excelled at very much. He excelled at it so much that he's undefeated wrestling cripples like No Legs Harrison, bums like Branden Harvey and dogs like Patch. Uncle Owen wanted Ron to succeed in wrestling, even if he didn't succeed using the family methods.
Ron, on the other hand, doesn't want that. He wants to be known for being great in the ring. And he just isn't. And now, with Uncle Owen's death, he's starting to second guess his career choice. Maybe he was just a dreamer, like T.J. Buckles always said. Maybe wrestling just wasn't his thing. Maybe he should call President Jeff and tell him he wants to take him up on his offer and be let out of his contract before he embarrasses himself. All he'll ever bring to wrestling is a slightly elevated ability to take a kicking. But getting his ass kicked all the time doesn't sound like much fun.
But Ron's future in wrestling isn't the only thing Uncle Owen's death has changed. Now, Ron Rufio and Aunt Beru don't have any money coming in. They're being threatened by the owner of their house. If they don't pay the rent soon, they'll be on the streets.
Elsewhere, T.J. Buckles is still making fun of Ron. It doesn't matter that Ron is successful in a bar. You'd never win in a real fight, chump," TJ always tells him. And Ron thinks, maybe T.J. is right. There's no way he'd beat wrestlers like Level-One, C.J. Gates or Biggs. He's not good enough and he never will be. And Ron Rufio and T.J. Buckles aren't the only ones that think so. Ron thinks back to his first meeting with the President of APW, President Jeff, better known as wrestling legend Hurricane Jeff.
President Jeff: Kid, I hired you because I owed my old friend, Owen Rufio, a favor. But, to be honest, I don't see anything in you but wasted genes. Not even wasted talent. Because you, Ron Rufio, are talentless. You're a hack. I made a promise to your uncle and, even though he's dead, I plan on keeping my promise. You are welcome to wrestle for APW for as long as you want. But I don't see you being successful. I doubt you could beat Mr. Dangerous. But, if you insist on working, I'll let you work. You'll be good fodder for the new guys. I'm just warning you about your potential. You have none. Now get out of my office.
Maybe President Jeff was right, Ron thinks. Maybe I should quit APW. The only person that believes in me is Aunt Beru and she's not a great judge of wrestling talent.
Ron picks up his cell phone to call President Jeff and inform him of his decision. He dials the number when he passes a pawn shop. There's Aunt Beru inside the pawn shop selling all her jewlery, even her wedding ring, with tears streaming from her eyes. She must be selling them to pay the rent. And here Ron is about to quit a job that would help them immensely. Someone picks up the phone.
President Jeff: Hello?
Ron Rufio: Sorry, Mr. President. This is Ron Rufio. ... I think I called your number by mistake.
President Jeff: Idiot
President Jeff hangs up. But Ron has made a decision. He's not going to leave APW. Not yet. They need the money. But as soon as he finds something to do other than wrestle, he's gone. He's leaving wrestling forever.
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The scene opens to Ron Rufio sitting in a chair.
Ron Rufio: Welcome to Hooked In. APW's newest internet show. Hooked In is all about one person. It's all about Ron Rufio. That's me.
What do I want to talk about in the first episode of my show? I want to talk about Jerry Matthews. The Evangelist. No. I want to talk TO "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews. Jerry, you and your brand of religion have plagued APW for far too long. I have no problem with religion. I'm not much of a religious man but I do have something I worship. I worship wrestling.
My problem with you doesn't stem from your religion. It stems from your character. If there's anything in this world I hate, it's self righteous pricks. I may be having my troubles. I may be questioning my ability to be a wrestler. I may be questioning my future in this business but there's one thing I am completely confidant about.
I am confidant in my ability to take whatever you, Gabriel, and even God can dish out and come back for more. Because there is nothing any of you can do that will make me stop. I know that because I know myself. And I know that I am unstoppable. Since you're so keen on God, let's look at some Bible verses, shall we?
James 1:12 says, "Blessed is the one that perseveres under trial."
On Meltdown, I'll be under trial. I'll be the guy that is having his first match not fighting cripples and bums in a bar. I'll be the guy everyone is expecting to fail. But I'll also be the guy that's blessed because I'll be the guy that perseveres.
Matthew 7:21-23 says, "Not everyone that says to me 'Lord, Lord' shall enter into the kingdom of heaven, but only the one that does the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Depart from me, ye that work iniquity.'"
Jerry, if the first verse was referring to me, the second verse was referring to you. Because if you think you're going to heaven after all you've done, think again. According to your own religion, which I do not follow but I know a great deal about, the only way you can go to heaven is to repent and turn away from your wicked ways. But I don't see that happening.
2 Timothy 4:3, 4 says, "For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths."
It's like looking in the mirror, isn't it, Jerry? Your doctrine of violence isn't what your book teaches. You, my friend, are a hypocrite. You wanted an excuse to beat people up. That excuse could've been Buddha, Allah, or Vishnu. But instead, it was Jesus. Tell me, Jerry, did Jesus ever beat people up in the name of "evangelism?" Of course he didn't. And he was a carpenter. He probably could have if he wanted to. But that's not who he was, right Jerry? No. The only person that wants Jerry Matthews to beat people up is Jerry Matthews. So please, for the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, stop blaming it on Jesus.
I have your number, Jerry. And it's the only number I've ever gotten because, you know, someone this pretty is such a hit with the ladies. I may not have gotten their numbers. BUT I HAVE YOURS!!!! And, on Monday, I'm calling it. So be prepared for our date. It's one you'll never forget.
With that, Rufio stands up. He gets a crazed look in his eye followed by an evil looking grin. He picks up the chair he was just sitting on, folds it, and starts hitting himself in the head with it over and over. After twelve shots, he's finally done. He looks at the camera. His eyebrow is busted open and his face is mangled beyond repair. And he has a smile on his face.
Ron Rufio: If I'm willing to do that to myself, imagine what I'm going to do to you. I hope you have fun this week. Use your legs. Use them a lot. Because Monday, I'm going to turn you into a cripple.
The camera focuses on the wound as the scene fades.
