Post by John Green on Mar 26, 2009 18:18:38 GMT -4
This Night Makes Me A Legend
John Green is sitting in front of a campfire. A beer is in one hand and his other hand is eating a smore. Taking a sip of his beer he acknowledges the camera.
Green- So it would seem this is my last night out here in the wilderness before I have to come back to APW in Detroit. I should have taken the week off, but shit happens. I've got Shadow on my mind, and that's it. I don't care about Level One, Michael Lively, Twister or any other wrestlers who are put in my way. Regardless, I still have my title shot on the biggest stage of them all, and quite frankly... they can kiss my ass. I don't care what they have. So I'll allow Level One to run around claiming to be championship material, and challenge the World Champion. I will prove to Level One that he never could hang with me. And that brings me to Mr.Shadow. I've done alot of thinking about the past couple of days here in APW. Among them is your involvment in my title business last week. You shouldn't even be holding that title around your waist. Normally I would have hunted you down the week you won it and beat the crap out of you. BUT I choose to do it on the biggest stage of them all, APW's.. RassleMania V. This year wil be the begginning of The Era Of Green. Much like in the start of APW Nobody could take me down, not a single soul would step up and accept the challenge. Some might argue that all the good competitors were not here yet, but who cares, I was still feared by MY show. I owned MY show. The only one in this business who can stop me now, is Jeff himself. And if he even thinks about firing me this time, well.. I've got big surprise for him. He knows better then to fire someone who would no sooner use his anger to bring down APW. Your in a war right now Jeff and that's where I excell. You need me, but you don't want me. APW in itself does need me, but can do without me. But what's the real question at hand here? Or am I just rambling? I'd say the real question is, where is everyone?
Green- I've heard nothing but dead silence regarding my name. Nobody speaks it, but I know secretly some are begining to despise it. The natural order of things of course, I have a shot that they do not therefore my ego rises and everyone on the roster hates me. I'm confident enough to say, that this years RassleMania, will truly be great. We have THE match of the year in the semi main event. Someone who could actually pose as more then a minor threat to this.. this athelete known as Shadow. This man who allows his own personal demons to fuel his rage and come out fighting. A man who can look at the world and tell it to go fuck itself. Just like me, except I was the original APW superstar who could do that. I'm stealing your spotlight Shadow, and you will no sooner be left waiting in the shadows. Going through jobber after jobber, and forever left out of the big picture. Trust me, it happened to me for awhile. No point to APW other then to try and topple the entire roster. I had a good run and made my case on why I should be the champion, it worked, and well that's how I earned the right to wear The APW World Heavyweight Championship. But this is so much better. O so much, you see Shadow I get to take your streak of wins and shatter it. Everything you've worked so hard to gain, lost in the blink of an eye. Three seconds is your ultimate fatality. Ya know, that reminds me of a quote I used to say alot. Some might remember, others will only be baffled at it. But none the less, that quote was, Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a blink and
a tear...death blooms.
Green- Do you understand what this means Shadow? I know what you fear. The failure, it's written all over you, and I will always capatalise on that. The fear will grip you tightly until ultimatly you just give in to it, you accept defeat, and by that time.. the tear has fallen and another chapter in APW history has been closed. And a new era begins. To me, failure is not an option but it is a possibility. The end is nearing Shadow, so say your prayers. If you don't have a God, pray to me. Pray that I take some mercy on your soul and I don't take everything away from you. Pray to me so that you can sleep soundly at night, rather then toss and turn. Pray to me so that you may have the courage to defy what is nothing more then your superior.
Green- And while your down there on your knees, look up. Look up to see how small you have become while down on the bottom of the floor. Realise that this is nothing more then destiny. Somewhere long ago, in a land we will never know, and in a time we cannot comprehend. They, him, her, someone, wrote this page in time. Someone wrote for a man to rise up and destroy your first reign as a singles champion. I have been chosen, I have taken hold of the flame within me, and I will use that fire to propel myself past greatness, and achieve enlightenment. Your going to feel the wrath of a thousand men, their spirits live on through me, and are they ever pissed. Every man who has ever felt the pain of power, every man who has ever been crucified at my hands, and egotisitcal asshole that has ever been knocked off his block, they all live deep inside of me and it is they who fuel my rage. I've tried to keep it under control until RassleMania, but it's time I let it out. It's time I once again became the asshole known simply as John Green. A man who no compassion, no remorse, and simply.. no mercy. You will be facing a man you never knew at RassleMania, and for some, I am a man they know all to well. Watch as fear spreads through APW's roots, as it slowly climbs to the top. Watch as I take my rightful place and wear the crown of thorns. Your the target right now Shadow, but I'm a 12 guage pointed at your head. There's nowhere to run, and my trigger fingers getting itchy.
John stares intently into the camera. His powerful eyes give off an eerie glow from the fire.
Green- This, is why I fight. For the chance to prove APW wrong. For a chance to reclaim a name that I only once knew. I am John Green, but I have become soft. From now on, I am nothing more then The Alpha and The Omega, The Superior One, The Legend, The man known only as.. John Green. I will not stand by idly and let some two bit jobber hold my name above his head. And I will not stand back idly while the Overdrive Title sit's wrapped around someone elses waist. Nobody will stop me, nobody will crush my thoughts, and nobody will bring me down to their level. Simply because, I live on the next level that you all strive to achieve.
The camera shuts off as Robert finishes filming John. Grabbing a beer himself, he goes and sits beside John.
Robert- Kind of weak don't you think?
Green- Fuck you, I don't need critism.
Robert- Well I'm just saying, you seem to have gone downhill ever since I joined up with you.
Green- Don't blame yourself, trust me, I've just been keeping things under wraps.
Robert- What do you mean?
Green- In due time Robert, in due time.
John stands upright and heads over to his tent. Robert looks at him as he leaves but knows better then to ask questions. Grabbing a thick branch, he pokes the fire and continues to keep it going. John lays on an air matress while being surronded by cd's and random books. An old school ghetto blaster is softly playing as he stares at the ceiling. The soft acoustic sound of Queenryche plays inside the tent as the lyrics kick in.
Cd Player- We see the light of those who find, A world has passed them by. To late to save a dream that's growing cold, we realize that fate must hide it's face, from those who try.
John begins to sing along to "Taking Hold of the Flame" by Queensryche. Softly but slowly he keeps up with the lyrics.
Green- From a haze came a rage of thunder. Distant signs of darkness on the way. Fading cries screams of pain and hunger. But in this night the light will guide your way.
John leans over and stops the cd from playing. Going back to staring at his ceiling, he allows his thoughts to wander. Thoughts of not competing on a better level then Shadow. Thoughts of never again having the chance to win the APW World Title. He tosses and turns on his air matress before finally giving up on sleep. He takes off his shirt which was his white wife beater. A small stain and lots of sweat and dirt fill his shirt. Taking it off he uses it to wipe his body from all the sweat. Even in the calm of night the heat has become unbearable for even him. Walking out of the tent, Robert looks over to see John standing in his boxer shorts.
Robert- What the hell are you doing?
Green- It's fucking hot out, and I'm kinda drunk.
Robert- John, I think your drunk when you walk out in your boxers.
Green- We got any beer left?
Robert- Yeah, like another two cases. They're in the ice box.
John makes his way through the campsite. Beer bottles litter the ground and cigarette butts are found everywhere. John makes his way to a closed red cooler. Upon opening it he finds his beer swimming in half water and half ice. Grabbing two out, he closes the lid and makes his way back to Robert. Cracking one open, he tosses the cap into the darkness and hands the other to Robert who as well does the same. The two sit down near the fire and e njoy their beverages.
Green- Think we'll ever make it to Detroit?
Robert- Soon, for now just enjoy Texas. It's awesome here.
Green- Yall better believe that now ya hear? Ha ha, yeah I guess Texas is alright.
Robert- What's bothering you man?
Green- Nothing, just to hot to sleep.
Robert- Don't give me that bullshit, I've been travelling with you long enough to know when something bothers you.
Green- Have you ever thought that maybe this could be it for us?
Robert- Your firing me again? But I didn't bring up the hooker this time.
Green- No, just my career. It's unfinished but if I don't beat Shadow at RassleMania.. what becomes of me?
Robert- You move on?
Green- I don't know this time. If I can't do this, then I'm just like everyone else. And if I'm just like everyone else, then I get pointless matches. Jobbers, mid carders, but the main event is gone. I may not have always liked being in the title hunt but It's been quite the rush knowing full well I was getting my rightful shot.
Robert- Why did you get all serious on us?
Green- Huh?
Robert- You just got all serious. Like everything has it's own little meaning to you. What happened to just getting fucked up and telling the world what's on your mind?
Green- I'm 25 years old pushing on 26. After a lifetime of bullshit, well you just get tired of it. You start taking a different approach to life. I can't always be this fucked up guy who approaches everything from a cynical asshole representation.
Robert- But it made you great.
Green- I'm still great.
Robert- Listen to me John, your not. Your slipping up at every chance you get, look at why your here. You couldn't handle the press. Look at what happened last time you faced Level One, you couldn't handle him. Hell you couldn't handle anyone barely since you were named Number One Contender. I saw a fire in you then, and you need to reclaim that fire.
Green- Shut up man, I will knock you out.
Robert- No fuck that, I have the right to say what I want. You are not going into RassleMania as a favourite. Look at you man, your falling apart at the seams. Get those stupid dreams of yours under control, and stop fucking around. Where are those promos that sent chills down the rosters spine? Where are those promos that I used to watch and laugh at? Where the hell is the old John.
Green- They fired him, I can't be the man everyone on the roster hates and fears. Level One already has that job.
Robert- So that's it? Your just going to let management decide what you can and cannot do? Your not Real anymore, your just another gimmick.
Green- You want real? Why don't you watch your own wife leave in front of your eyes? Why don't you get yourself fired and have your name trashed by every wrestler in this business? Why don't you step up and do something with your life instead of following this has been around?
John Green takes a large drink from his beer as Robert stares stunned at him.
Robert- I follow you around because I still believe. Come on man it was just two months ago that you were kicking ass and surviving in that Survive and Conquer match. Don't let your past haunt you, let it fuel you. Listen to me John, everyone that has ever trashed your name can be proven wrong. If you beat Shadow you prove every single doubter out there wrong. You can literally spit in the face of thousands upon thousands of people. Look at those that do believe in you. Look at me. I gave my life just to do this documentary for you and what will it amount to? A failed ending? Or will this be the textbook fairy tale ending where the valient efforts of one man are enough to accomplish anything? The choice is yours and I can't help but get pissed when you fail at everything you do.
Green- Ouch! So that's how it is eh? That's what the entire world views me as even though I'm just taking it easy?
Robert- Your not taking it easy and you know it. Your failing. Stop lying to yourself.
Green- Ok, fine, so I've been failing at doing what I do best. But that doesn't make me an unworthy competitor. In fact it makes me unpredictable.
Robert- Look at Shadow, look at his reign of terror. That could all be yours. You need to focus before it's to late. I'm doing this as a favour to you so just listen to me.
Green- Fine, I'm listning.
Robert- When we get back into town, your going to smoke a joint, or two, or three. However many it takes. And your going to do a promo. If that doesn't make things better then fine, you proved me wrong. It's easier to rely on clear headed thinking then impulse. Or Whatever it is that you believe in now.
Green- Fine, I'll try it once and if it doesn't work then I'm going to continue doing what I do best. That's taking names, and fucking people up.
Robert- See right now your drunk, that's what we need to hear from you.
Green- The only thing we need to hear from you is "cleanup on aisle one" stop spewing your bullshit.
John tips back his beer bottle and tosses it away into the darkness. No shatter is heard as he get's up and wobbles over to his beer cooler. Grabbing another 2 beers he brings them back over to Robert. Robert takes the full beer and places it down beside him as he makes a small attempt to drink his beer. John cracks his open and takes a large sip. Foam starts to rise up but it stops directly at the top of the beer bottle. He places it down and asks Robert for a smoke. Robert tosses him a pack and John Green lights up a smoke. Taking a long drag, he inhales deeply, before calmly exhaling into smoke rings.
Green- So, you think you can really bring me out of my slump?
Robert- Not 100 percent sure but I have a strong feeling about it.
Green- Do you think I can beat Shadow?
Robert- Well, actually.. umm.. maybe.
Green- Maybe? That sounds like doubt to me.
Robert- It's just that, he reminds me of you. Not the muscular type but none the less powerful in his own attacks.
Green- I've got innovation on my side, he can't even counter that.
Robert- He isn't the champion for nothing though. He has got his own share of innovation.
Green- Well whatever, he can do as he wants. It's his life.
Robert- His life is now your business.
Green- I'm done meddling in others affairs, I just want to live my life, everyday in celebration. One day were going to leave this world, what we leave is who we are.
Robert- What if you could leave as one of the greatest wrestlers to ever live?
Green- Haven't I already secured that?
Robert- Maybe so, but you know Shadow would be important to your resume.
Green- Go get your camera. I want to record another promo.
Robert runs off to get his camera as John drinks some more beer and stares intently into the fire. As he stares it looks like he has been caught into a trance.
Who's there? Anybody? Hello? John Green has found himself in complete darkness. Suddenly a voice is heard from the shadows.
Voice- It's been awhile.
Green turns around in a 360 degree circle trying to find the source of the voice. He knows it well, for it is his wife.
Green- Meagan? Where are you?
Meagan- Don't worry about that, just listen to your friend Robert. He's there to help you. Remember what I told you the day I left?
Green- I can still hear those words echo through my head. You wanted me to win a APW Title. I did that a year ago.
Meagan- But not the right way. You went down the wrong path John. This is your chance to right any wrongs you have ever done. Win that title for me, and more importantly for yourself.
Suddenly John is tapped on the shoulder by Robert.
Robert- Hey man, what the hell was that about? You didn't answer me when I called your name.
Green- Oh, nevermind, just.. I don't even know what that was.
John takes one final look at the fire before starting his promo. He finishes his beer quickly and hands the bottle to Robert who promptly throws it away. John makes his way towards an old tree stump. It's far away from the light of the fire and Robert has to turn on the night vision part of his camera.
Green- Guess what? I lied. I lied right to everyone of your faces. You think I'm just going to go and give Shadow some credit? No, not likely. You see Shadow, I was, am, and will always be your superior. I am the example of what a wrestler should be. I am the essence of everything this world hates, yet everything that they cannot help but love. And you Shadow, are just another imbecile to spit upon. To shower in my wrath of destruction. Did you really think I would let you escape so easily? Praising your worthless records and pitiful title reigns. You haven't beat anybody that I couldn't, and I say that with pride. Focus on yourself Shadow, focus on your mentality going into this match. Don't listen to the fans, don't listen to the media, listen to yourself. What can you honestly bring to the table that I already haven't? Look at the man your facing, I'm The Real Fuckin' Deal John Green and you're just.. Shadow. Our modern day Romeo. But to take a quote.. What's in a name? Absolutly nothing as we can change them at will, but I proved an exception. I am Real, and I am known only as John. I am The Real Overdrive Champion, not some two bit hack who would make more money serving the public on a streetcorner. I am deadlier then any assasin you have come across, and I am more sadistic then those bastards at the IRS. What I want, I take. And I'm taking that Overdrive Title from your shaky little hands Shadow. Don't be scared, don't even bother telling me that you are. I can see it with every breath you take. Every step, you seem cautious, wary of what to do. And that my nemesis is your downfall. I will slowly poison your mind until it is unable to think clear. Your judgement will be confused, your actions slower, and your mind will have only one option. To collapse.
Green- I've been watching you very closely Shadow. I already saw a small preview of that promo you did towards Carl Cage. I heard what you said towards me in your latest one also. You think I doubt myself? You think you can just place yourself higher then John Green? Let's get one thing straight, You will bow at my feet and shine my shoes when I say so. That's how great you really are. You belong on the ground and grovelling for my attention, just like the rest of them. When will you learn Shadow? When will you finally tell yourself the truth. You cannot beat what you do not know. And I am one son of a bitch that you are overlooking. They used to have a name for me, and that name was sadistic. I would torture my opponents minds until they couldn't take it anymore, I would make them doubt themselves before they even made it to the ring. And when they finally got there, they had nothing. They were innocent sheep sent to that slaughterhouse. But lately my axe has seemed a little rusty, a little overused, a little dull. And that's why I'm sharpenning it up. At RassleMania, your denoumount will arrive. The curtains will fall and the great act of Shadow will have come to an end. And when the credits play, it's only then that you realize who the director was. And all along it was none other then John Green. You Shadow, were just another victim in my path of destruction. In fact I'm already looking past you, looking into the future of APW. Looking into my future, my APW, and my movie. And what part can Shadow play in my movie? I think I'll need a janitor, or maybe I can find something lower then that. Yes indeed I can. You along with Slade Craven can be my coffee boys. See who can outdo themselves in that job, because quite honestly, you boys are doing nothing to impress me.
Green- So come on Shadow. Rise up to your Great Name, and just let me prove to everyone how fake you truly are. How Shadow can't even hold a candle to my name. How Shadow was just a freud all along and the only reason he still holds that title is because Cage left APW. Or will you even do me that pleasure? Will Shadow open his mouth and spew some sort of retort to justify that he is "amazing", "incredible", "the best"? Don't bother Shadow, just keep your mouth shut and stay in your locker room. I respect you and your past achievements my friend but when it comes to wrestling I must think I'm the best. I must feel I'm the best. I must say I'm the best. And I must be the fucking best. You may open your mouth and say all these words of respect. Come on Shadow, I may smoke pot but I'm not stupid. Your not getting away from me that easily. I know you have words far more disgusting than that to say. I respect you Shadow but from now until after that match I completely hate everything about you.I am the one who will ruin your perfect record, not anyone else. How great will our match at RassleMania be? I don't know that. Maybe I'll attack you and kick your ass all over the ring, or maybe I'll just continue doing what I'm doing. And that's nothing. Your right about one thing, I will show up at RassleMania V and go toe to toe, face to face, with Shadow. Face it Shadow, your time has come. It's time to give it all up, to just hand over your title and let me continue where you could not. This is the biggest match of your career and you damn well know it. I am not Carl Cage, I am not JC Styles, I am not any fucking jobber, I am that much better. I have fucked with APW's former God, I have stood toe to toe with the biggest names APW could give me, and I have made those in the spotlight fear me. They feared me for what I could take from them, everything that they worked so hard to do and so hard to become. I could have have taken it in three seconds. And that's what this comes down to Shadow, just three seconds. Or maybe we'll have something different, maybe I will make the great Shadow tap out at the biggest stage of them all. With all your fans screaming no, and all my fans screaming yes, what will you do Shadow? If I manage to lock in my crossface or hit you with the Headsplitter, it's done for. I have perfected it like a shark smelling blood. Imagine a shark ripping and tearing at your skin as you scream for it to stop, but it won't. That's what your facing. I will settle for beating your ass 1,2,...3! But I will propel myself into the Hall of Fame if I can make you say the words "I Quit" and pounds your shaky little hands on the canvas. This week, we have both been reborn. We both know what's at stake, and the reality of it has become clear. Only one of us can walk out of RassleMania with the title, and I know damn well what I intend to do. Shadow this is nothing personal. It's just time for me to bring back a true wrestling god. Good luck Shadow and may the best man win.
The camera then shuts off leaving the scene bathed in darkness. Robert turns on a flashlight and points it at John.
Robert- That's what I wanted to hear, I want to hear your sadistic mind at work. Just give in to the thoughts man, it'll be your requiem in this federation.
Green- Just get me another beer, we still got work to do before packing up tomorrow.
Robert takes the flashlight and runs towards the beer cooler, grabbing two more he returns to the campfire where John is already waiting for him. He has a joint in his hand, as he takes the beer from Robert. Sparking it he takes a long haul before passing it to Robert.
Pt.1 End
Pt.2
It must be mid afternoon by the time John Green rolls his ass off his air matress. His head is pounding, his body is tired, and all he can do is groan. He fumbles around for a pair of pants, and finds a pair of straight black jeans. Putting them on he can feel a bulge in his pants. Patting them down he finds the source, a cell phone.
Green: Holy shit, a cell phone. groans And a hangover. ROBERT! Oww, fuck, that hurt.
Robert comes stumbling into the tent. He is wearing nothing more then a pair of shorts and for the first time ever he is shirtless and exposes the fat on his body.
Green: For fucks sake man, put a damn shirt on. And get me some advil.
Robert: We have no advil and I can't find my shirt. How hungover are you?
Green: Pretty fuckin' hungover man, kinda burnt out to.
Robert: Shit, I can't drive man. I'm still drunk.
Green: Are you kidding me? What the hell happened last night?
Robert: Aside from you cutting promos in your boxers? Nothing much.
Green: I did what?
Robert: Yeah I sent it out this morning, you got wasted last night.
Green: So let me get this straight, judging by my hangover I shouldn't be remembering last night. And last night I cut a promo in my boxers or was walking around in my boxers?
Robert: Yeah, I have the tapes to prove it.
Green: (heavy sigh) Pfft, alright well pack up or something. I'll drive us back later on today.
Robert: As well, you have a bunch of missed calls. Want to explain to me why a certain person has decided to contact you?
Green: Shut up and let me sleep, I told you to go pack.
Robert: I'm not leaving until I get an explanation. What the hell are you doing?
Green: What I should have done a long time ago, I'll explain it all later.
Robert: Fine, I'll settle for that, at least for now.
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Dreams of the past no longer haunt John. They bring him the fuel, the fire, the desire that he needs to win. As he drifts off into sleep his thoughts are clouded with previous victories over great legends. We are brought to the heart of Japan. In the middle of the streets a wrestling ring has been set up and the canvas has puddles of dried blood all over it. The high sun beats down on the crowd as they witness pure destruction of another human body. They cheer, they boo, and they sweat. John Green is in the middle of a match with a local Japanese Wrestler. The Japanese Wrestler has just smoked him in the knee with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. John screams in pain but toughs it out. As the match progresses we can see the total decimation of John. But a simple low blow and kendo stick change the tide. The fans cheer loudly as he beats the Japanese Wrestler in the back of the head, before motioning for a cross to be brought to the ring. Blood pours from both men as John Green hoists the dead body weight towards the cross. Taking a roll of barbed wire he expertly ties to performer to the cross and the bell is rung. Another man has been crucified at the hands of John.
John wakes up with a startle and blood red eyes. Taking a look at his watch, he can see that it is well beyond 4 pm. With an "o shit" and a rush, he throws on his black hawaiin shirt and starts throwing everything in the tent into one bag. Zipping it up he rushes out of the tent and finds Robert waiting beside a dead fire.
Robert: Took you long enough, I hope you don't mind that I went fishing without you.
Green: Yeah, no problem. Phew, I thought you had left and was coming back later on.
Robert: Well here I am, so let's go. I'm ready.
Green: Alright just take down the tent for me and I'll get the car running. How you feeling?
Robert: Well seeing as you drank most of our beer last night, I'm alright. I finished them all though, no need for you to drink once were back in town.
Green: Yeah, thanks for looking out for me buddy. That's cool shit.
John heads over to pathway that he made earlier in the week. John takes a look down the path and realizes the long trip the two have ahead of them. Telling Robert to hurry up, he watches him take down the tent and fold it into the single bag it came packaged in. The trip was over, and the two would soon return to Detroit to get ready for RassleMania V. It's time to focus.
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After Robert and John make it through the trecherous path through the forest, they finally arrive at their parking space. Roberts old station wagon begins to fill up with all of their camping gear. Robert hops into the backseat and puts his head on the pillow John slept on earlier that week. John sits himself into the drivers seat and turns on the car. A few quick cd changes and he's ready to roll.
The streets are empty as John and Robert finally get back into Michigan after the longest drive ever. The odd drunk stumbles around on their way home, and the only cars that are seen are either taxi or police. John cautiiously looks for any cars, before turning into a sidestreet. Inside the car we can hear the soft music of Pink Floyds "Welcome to the Machine". Robert sleeps quietly in the back as John sneaks out of the car. The sidestreet is filled with random litter, knocked over trashcans, and abondoned cats. Some of them flash their bright yellow eyes towards him, as he makes his way towards a steel doorway near the back. He holds up his ear to the door and hears very little noise. Raising his hand he gently knocks on the door only to recieve no answer. He turns the doorknob and tries to enter the area. Finding it locked, he takes a couple of steps back and scans the top section of the building for any windows. Finding none he goes back to his car and wakes up Robert.
Robert: Ugh, huh? What the hell?
Green: I think I found a good promo spot. I need you to pick a lock though.
Robert with a yawn: What time is it?
Green: It's a little after 2 am. Come on man, you've been sleeping all day.
Robert: What took so long to get back?
Green: Don't worry about it, I had to make a couple of stops. Just come and pick this lock so we can get inside.
Robert with a deep sigh: Fine, I'll pick the lock.
Robert grabs a plastic case from a dufflebag kept underneath the backseat. He follows John over to the doorway and immediatly opens up his case. Three skeleton keys are carefully placed into the casing. Robert promptly removes the smallest key and puts it into the lock. Turning it slightly he can feel the lock click. Opening the door, he removes the key and places it back inside the case. John holds the door open as Robert quickly runs back to his car and grabs the camera. As well he turns off the engine and lights, obviously as not to attract attention. The two enter the building and take a look around. It appears to be nothing more then an abondened office, and by the looks of things, it has been abondened for some time. John walks down a hallway and finds himself in the main office. Some wooden chairs still lay around, and they look to be unsafe. Cobwebs hang from the corners, and sometimes in the doorway, as John quickly finds out. Grabbing the thin air in front of him, he scrambles to get the stick spiderweb away from him. Looking very humerous, Robert begins to snicker. John manages to get the spiderweb away from him, and takes a decent look at the office.
Green: What do you think Robert? New promo room?
Robert: Whatever you say man, I just film it.
Green: Alright, well I'll be making an appearance at a autograph signing before the show tommorow night. If you could meet me here after I'm done, then we should be golden.
Robert: I'm not coming to the signing? What about your interview?
Green: I won't be showing up for it, as I said before, I will explain it all in due time.
Robert: I hope you know what your doing.
Green: I've never been so sure in my life.
John begins to walk out of the room. His pace is a bit slower then usual. As he walks through the hallways he pauses and tests the strength of the building. After making sure it was decent enough, he pulls out his cigarettes and lights on up. Tossing the pack to Robert, the two exit the building. Streams of smoke escape their mouths and drift away into the calm night sky. The stars are no longer visible, and the imminent glow of the city is all that is seen. John Green get's into the drivers seat as Robert climbs into the passengers. The hour has gotten late and the two must return to their hotel rooms. Tommorow is RassleMania V, and only John Green knows his own gameplan.
John collapses unto his bed as Robert enters his hotel room next door. John lays on his bed for a few moments before feeling uncomfortable. The cause is a cellphone in his back pocket. Taking a good look at it, John Green decides to turn it on. Missed calls, more messages, the list goes on and on as John cycles through his menu. Holding the phone to his ear, John selects the first message. After listning to more then his fair share of messages, John throws his phone towards the wall. It softly bounces off and falls to the ground. Realizing what he has done, John drags himself out of bed to grab it. Making sure it is still intact, he begins dialing a number and then pauses. He flips his phone cover down and places the phone right beside his bed. With an overexaggerated yawn, he climbs under the covers and shuts off the lamp beside him. Within a few minutes of dead silence and darkness, a small hum is heard. The cellphone vibrates itself across the nighttable as John quickly picks it up. Turning on the light he answers it.
Green: Hello? Yeah, it's John. Who's this? O, hello then. Yeah I'll still be at RassleMania V. Yeah, the plans still the same. I think some are starting to suspect though. Not a problem, yeah, talk to you later to. Peace.
John turns off his phone and places it back on the nighttable. Flicking off the light for the second time, and returning his head to the comfortable pillow.
Mornings dawn creeps slowly into the window. Bright, golden sunlight inches it's way towards John's face. Finally resting upon it, he becomes awakened. Flicking his eyes open and letting out a small moan, he rolls over. Trying to shield his face from the sunglight, he realizes it is all in vain. Finally throwing back his covers and finding a decent pair of black jeans, he lights a cigarette. Heading out to his usual morning patio routine, he already finds Robert on his.
Green: Enjoying the view?
Startled, Robert quickly regains focus and answers John.
Robert: Yeah, I was just thinking about our future.
Green: I told you..
Robert: Yeah I know, all in due time. It's just, what happens to me?
Green: Your free to do as you wish. If I manage to win the Overdrive title, I'm sure you would love to stay and record all my promo's. But if I don't then maybe I won't have anything to do. APW has it's own ways of hiding extremely good talent. Maybe I'll be for gotten, maybe not.
Robert: Well, I guess we just have to see.
Green: You have the day off until after the autograph signing. There's a few people I have to see before hand and I really don't need you to tape it.
Robert: Who you visiting?
Green: Just a friend. You remember Chris right?
Robert: Yeah, of course I do.
Green: Well I'm going to to give him some tickets to the show and we'll probably hit it off after that
Robert: I guess I'll check out the city then.
John takes one final drag of his cigarette before tossing it over the patio balcony. It falls many feet to the ground below, where a passerby looks up. He continues along his way after solving the mystery of the cigarette from heaven. John goes inside of his hotel room, as does Robert. Grabbing his suitcase and cell phone, he quickly meets Robert in the hallway.
Robert: Forgetting something?
Green: No, I didn't pack much.
Robert: How about a shirt?
John looks down to realize he has no shirt on.
Green: O, well.. yeah I guess I have no choice.
Opening up his suitcase, he pulls out one of his old shirts. An open, long sleeved, dress shirt. Little decorative patterns line the sleeves as they lay open at the cuffs. Opening his suitcase further, he pulls out a black bowler hat. Placing it on his head, he completes the gear by putting on a pair of pure black sunglasses. Moving his long hair, so that it evenly is placed on his back, he smiles at Robert.
Green: Better?
Robert: That's pretty cool.
Green: Yeah, it comes natural with whatever I wear.
John zips up his suitcase and heads towards the elevator. Robert is close at his heels as the two step into the elevator.
Green: Well, have a good day and I'll see you later.
Robert: I guess so, have fun and I'll be watching RassleMania V later on.
Green: Just make sure you can get back to our office before I do. I don't want to hold up my promo.
The elevator dings to signal the ground floor. John heads towards the front doors as Robert goes to check them out. Once John get's outside, he rushes over to his new motorcycle. Opening up the seat, he is able to place his suitcase inside. Slamming the seat shut, he climbs onto it and starts up the motorcycle. Revving the engine a couple of times, he peels out of the parking lot and makes the engine roar as he heads down the street. Pedistrians turn their head to watch but within seconds he is gone.
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A brief recap of Overdrive is shown. Carl Cage and Shadow battle as John joins the commentators table to watch. Shadow defeats Carl Cage within seconds and holds his newly won Overdrive title over his head. John stands as he and Shadow stair each other down. The video fades out and the barely illuminated face of John Green is shown. The dark room consists of nothing more then an office table, a broken window, and a crickety wooden chair. The pale moonlight slinks in through the dirty window but barely casts any light. Various shapes are to be made out, at least until John Green flicks on his lighter. Lightning something on the office desk, we can see that it is a candle. He lights another one on opposite sides of his desk. The silhoutte of what appears to be a cross, rests in the background. John Green stares into the camera, as the candles cast omnious shadows upon his face.
Green: So. here we stand. Or at least one of us stands. Did you like my match on Overdrive? Did you like how everyone didn't even know I would defeat the legend that is Twister? You thought that I didn't have the brain to defeat legends. You may not say those words but we know you think them. You wanna talk about having a brain in your head, well take a second look at me Shadow. I'm not this dumb, random thought, pot smoking, beer drinking, finger gesturing, nut grabbing, foul mouthed bastard, that you must think I am. I've gotta admit, spotting all of my contradictions must have been great for you. It must have been slightly amusing thinking to yourself "what does he really want?" But isn't it obvious Shadow? I'm not telling you, I've already got my own plans to follow and your just the begining. I'll be focused heading into RassleMania, but much like you Shadow, I have other things on my mind. Like APW in a whole, if I manage to pull off that impossible win against you, where does that leave me? Representing a company who was dominated by one man? It's obvious to me that I'll simply replace you on the throne until someone elses comes by and knocks me off. It's the sands of time Shadow. Constantly shifting, and we as humans are constantly evolving. It's who can adjust to the evolution, not who can be the evolution. I've adapated myself over the years, and like I say Shadow.. why fix something that isn't broken. I have a better gameplan then anyone you have faced. I have hidden sources all over North America, and I have all the information I need gathered.
Green: And how nice that you decided not to invoke upon a religion that I am still learning. That's your thing Shadow, you're too nice. I realize I do not follow the guidelines of a Buddhist, but I'm still new. We both know I'm getting old, and so are you Shadow. We both know that our boots will one day be laced up, only to collect dust in the attic. But what we do with our lives after that, is simply our choice. I choose to practice a religion that will help me search for inner peace. It seems to me like you wish to do the same, but on different measures. All the power to you Shadow. I mean with your lady friend running off. That's pretty stressfull. I know how you feel Shadow. I was married. She took everything from me. My child, My home, and My dignity. But slowly I picked myself back up. And so will you. And I know you want to forgive her but you can't but you know you always will. I just saved you some more pointless moments in your life and got rid of another one of your excuses. It's been a short title run, your body is telling you it's fine, so you push it further and further. And it's eventually going to snap Shadow. Just like our minds, our bodies are next to follow.
Green: And how nice of you to continue naming off all of those wonderful accomplishments you have. Sure you've done things longer, but who's to say I couldn't have? I was unstoppable before you came here, Fair? Not really, but lifes a bitch. I imagine you came along and just picked up the scraps. I know APW isn't full of great talent, but merely good looking talent. Talent that the fans can boo, cheer, and jeer. Were the top actors in this movie Shadow. And RassleMania V is the finale. I can walk into that wrestling ring and stand toe to toe with you Shadow. I respect the hell out of you Shadow but you possess what I want and for that ager strkies harder in me. That's what we both share Shadow. An anger that wants to be unleashed. For you it fuels you, for me it get's the job done. It's nice you can control your's because once I release my anger, then your screwed. I won't stop, hell I might even get Xtreme. But I still won't stop until I'm done with you Shadow. I take what I want, and my desire is unfulfilled. I've already started fantasizing about the Overdrive Title. Feeling it's weight carried around my waist. I'm already fantasizing about crushing your head in the middle of the ring. Fantasizing about your demise. You are a little bit smarter then the rest Shadow. You can clearly see a mind game when it is played, but have I even played one? I'm speaking what is known as "The Truth". I know what I am capable of, and I know that it can and will rival and destroy you. Maybe somewhere down the road you will face me again for the title, and I will lose to you. But that is not what will happen at RassleMania. I will put my life on the line just to ensure it.
Green: And there's my ego right Shadow? I bet your shaking your head right now as we speak, muttering to yourself something about never learning, or being stupid. But let give you a nice little quote Shadow. "Those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it." I know my history Shadow. I know where my ego can get me, and where it can spit me out. But I have learned not to rely on just my ego, but instead rely on ego, skills, and innovation. Have you ever faced anyone like me Shadow? Someone who can easily be overlooked, and yet someone who is this deadly inside the ring.
John takes one of the candles and holds it next to the cross in the background. The candle illuminates it as John Green continues.
Green: And look at what I found Shadow. A nice little cross. This is what you need to remember, this is what I have done with my life. Do you remember watching me before New Years Retribution? Do you remember my little stories about making an impact by taking out a APW Champion with great win streaks? I'm sure you didn't since you just began here two weeks ago. So let me clearly say one thing Shadow. When, yes when, I win the Overdrive from you, I will bring a new era upon APW. I will be bringing back, the era of Retribution Killer. From now on Shadow, things will be done on my time. Not yours, not Jeffs, not anyone elses, but simply John Green. Everyone ran in search of stable members, or help of ways to take over APW. No matter what any superstar does, and no matter what any stables do, I will still be APW's Overdrive Champion, and they're isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Green: But let's not jump the gun, right Shadow? I mean I still have to go through the monster himself. The monster who wishes me to inflict more pain and torture unto him then anyone has ever done before. That can be arranged Shadow.
Green: But I bet you'll get help from your good old friend Slade huh. You allow friends to help you? Can't do this on your own? You can't put your damn social life on hold for one god damn minute? You can't search inside of you for that energy you desperatly need? That energy that would have allowed you to pick yourself off the ground. The energy that makes us spit in the face of any social figure. No matter how large, no matter how small. You rise up, you roar, and you let loose your full wrath. Will I get the chance to feel the full wrath of Shadow? Or will Shadow fall before The Real Retribution Killer wrath? You better believe it Shadow, I am real, and whether you like it or not, I am one cunning bastard. And to be fair, I'm sure you are to Shadow. There, it's been said. Shadow has gotten beat to the only answer he has. That he is automatically better then everyone simply because he can put up with his outside life bullshit, and continue to be this monster inside of a wrestling ring. Well let me give you an an answer to that Shadow. Whoop.. dee...fuckin'.. do. Nobody cares, in fact, didn't we hear that last week? Or the week before? You continue to spit the same old crap on why you know you will win. But why fix something that isn't broken? I think you need to, by the looks of things, your a broken record.I know you'll prejudge me since I smoke weed that automatically I have fried brain cells. You assume that because I do not fully concentrate, that I am a dumbass. You assume that I don't even know myself and that I focus on being something I'm not. Take another look Shadow, I'm being somebody I was, somebody that deep down inside, I do hate. But somebody that I know can get the job done. I will sell my soul to the devil if it allows me to reach the Overdrive Title, and I know where the devil is.
John holds the candle up close to his face.
Green: Deep down inside of us, inside of you, inside of me, inside of everyone watching. We shun our deepest, our darkest, and our dirtiest secrets. We all have them, we have all done something that we try and hide. For me, it's the blood I have shed. Proud of it I am, haunted by it was my punishment. I enjoyed wrapping barbed wire around another human being, only to strap their dead weight body to a cross. As the blood poured from them, I knew it was utter humiliation. The fans always stared on in shock as the canvas turned from white, to blood red. Within minutes children would be forced to look away, the men and woman still watching were on the verge of vomitting. I have commited cruel acts of violence unto my fellow man, and Shadow, you will be no different. I'm letting my own monster out to play, and this monster is thirsty for blood. When we get into that ring at RassleMania, I know what I'm heading for. Down to my area, you may look at me as a worthless wrestler, but I'll take you to school. Never underestimate an amatuer wrestler on his mat game.
Green: I know you're sitting down right now thinking why the hell is he talking this bad shit about me after I praised him so well, he should be doing the same as me seeing as he's supposed to be showing leadership. If you haven't noticed by now Shadow, I'm a self righteous asshole who looks out for himself, I don't need to lead APW anywhere then to their deathbeds. I'm not looking to run APW, or even own it, I'm just here to kick the entire rosters ass and put myself on top, along with the APW Heavyweight Championship or any APW title, wrapped around my little waist. If you look at yourself as a leader, then get a head check. I don't have a leader, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be you. Monster or not, I wouldn't follow you if it was the key to my salvation.
Green: But am I scared of you Shadow? That's yet to be proven. I'm scared of losing this match, and that's one fear I have begun to overcome. I worked my ass off to get here, I put my heart and soul into being called the Number One Contender, and now it could all be in vain. I could simply drop from the spotlight in a heartbeat. But as long as my heart is still beating, and I remember the taste of that Championship Gold, then I will continue to fight for it. After I'm done with you Shadow, the only Gold you'll be tasting is in your face, from whenever I decide to knock you out with MY title. This is a dead end for you Shadow, one of us goes home with a failed mission, and it seems to me that my will to win is greater then yours. Your already begining to disregard our match as if it's not important at all. And that's where I will catch you. Your underestimation of me, it happens. It will always happen, simply because of my actions. I contradict myself, much like every other human being on this planet. I'm sure you do as well Shadow, but I'm not about to go out to prove your intelligence. I'm out to prove your wrestling skills. To prove that they are not as great as some may think, to prove that mine are superior, and to prove that your reign as Overdrive Champion, is over. Someday you can crawl back to the top and reclaim your status of champion, but maybe I'll be retired by then? Maybe I'll still be champ. That future is still unpredictable but your future is drawing nearer, the end of Shadow. The spotlight has already started shifting towards me, do you honestly think I'm going to allow it to burn out? To leave me in nothing but darkness? Win or lose Shadow, I have an impact to make. RassleMania will be full of surprises for APW, and the fans. And in the end, I will be the only man standing tall over everyone. And with a big smile on my face, I will finally be fulfilled. Overdrive Champion, and not a damn person to stop me. And when the sands of time shift, it will be one hell of a duststorm. Can you survive not being buried underneath it? Concentrate more on yourself Shadow, and realize what can and will happen.
John blows out both candles and leaves the room in darkness. The camera moves up towards the broken window, where a full moon is cast outside.
RP 2 End
John Green is sitting in front of a campfire. A beer is in one hand and his other hand is eating a smore. Taking a sip of his beer he acknowledges the camera.
Green- So it would seem this is my last night out here in the wilderness before I have to come back to APW in Detroit. I should have taken the week off, but shit happens. I've got Shadow on my mind, and that's it. I don't care about Level One, Michael Lively, Twister or any other wrestlers who are put in my way. Regardless, I still have my title shot on the biggest stage of them all, and quite frankly... they can kiss my ass. I don't care what they have. So I'll allow Level One to run around claiming to be championship material, and challenge the World Champion. I will prove to Level One that he never could hang with me. And that brings me to Mr.Shadow. I've done alot of thinking about the past couple of days here in APW. Among them is your involvment in my title business last week. You shouldn't even be holding that title around your waist. Normally I would have hunted you down the week you won it and beat the crap out of you. BUT I choose to do it on the biggest stage of them all, APW's.. RassleMania V. This year wil be the begginning of The Era Of Green. Much like in the start of APW Nobody could take me down, not a single soul would step up and accept the challenge. Some might argue that all the good competitors were not here yet, but who cares, I was still feared by MY show. I owned MY show. The only one in this business who can stop me now, is Jeff himself. And if he even thinks about firing me this time, well.. I've got big surprise for him. He knows better then to fire someone who would no sooner use his anger to bring down APW. Your in a war right now Jeff and that's where I excell. You need me, but you don't want me. APW in itself does need me, but can do without me. But what's the real question at hand here? Or am I just rambling? I'd say the real question is, where is everyone?
Green- I've heard nothing but dead silence regarding my name. Nobody speaks it, but I know secretly some are begining to despise it. The natural order of things of course, I have a shot that they do not therefore my ego rises and everyone on the roster hates me. I'm confident enough to say, that this years RassleMania, will truly be great. We have THE match of the year in the semi main event. Someone who could actually pose as more then a minor threat to this.. this athelete known as Shadow. This man who allows his own personal demons to fuel his rage and come out fighting. A man who can look at the world and tell it to go fuck itself. Just like me, except I was the original APW superstar who could do that. I'm stealing your spotlight Shadow, and you will no sooner be left waiting in the shadows. Going through jobber after jobber, and forever left out of the big picture. Trust me, it happened to me for awhile. No point to APW other then to try and topple the entire roster. I had a good run and made my case on why I should be the champion, it worked, and well that's how I earned the right to wear The APW World Heavyweight Championship. But this is so much better. O so much, you see Shadow I get to take your streak of wins and shatter it. Everything you've worked so hard to gain, lost in the blink of an eye. Three seconds is your ultimate fatality. Ya know, that reminds me of a quote I used to say alot. Some might remember, others will only be baffled at it. But none the less, that quote was, Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a blink and
a tear...death blooms.
Green- Do you understand what this means Shadow? I know what you fear. The failure, it's written all over you, and I will always capatalise on that. The fear will grip you tightly until ultimatly you just give in to it, you accept defeat, and by that time.. the tear has fallen and another chapter in APW history has been closed. And a new era begins. To me, failure is not an option but it is a possibility. The end is nearing Shadow, so say your prayers. If you don't have a God, pray to me. Pray that I take some mercy on your soul and I don't take everything away from you. Pray to me so that you can sleep soundly at night, rather then toss and turn. Pray to me so that you may have the courage to defy what is nothing more then your superior.
Green- And while your down there on your knees, look up. Look up to see how small you have become while down on the bottom of the floor. Realise that this is nothing more then destiny. Somewhere long ago, in a land we will never know, and in a time we cannot comprehend. They, him, her, someone, wrote this page in time. Someone wrote for a man to rise up and destroy your first reign as a singles champion. I have been chosen, I have taken hold of the flame within me, and I will use that fire to propel myself past greatness, and achieve enlightenment. Your going to feel the wrath of a thousand men, their spirits live on through me, and are they ever pissed. Every man who has ever felt the pain of power, every man who has ever been crucified at my hands, and egotisitcal asshole that has ever been knocked off his block, they all live deep inside of me and it is they who fuel my rage. I've tried to keep it under control until RassleMania, but it's time I let it out. It's time I once again became the asshole known simply as John Green. A man who no compassion, no remorse, and simply.. no mercy. You will be facing a man you never knew at RassleMania, and for some, I am a man they know all to well. Watch as fear spreads through APW's roots, as it slowly climbs to the top. Watch as I take my rightful place and wear the crown of thorns. Your the target right now Shadow, but I'm a 12 guage pointed at your head. There's nowhere to run, and my trigger fingers getting itchy.
John stares intently into the camera. His powerful eyes give off an eerie glow from the fire.
Green- This, is why I fight. For the chance to prove APW wrong. For a chance to reclaim a name that I only once knew. I am John Green, but I have become soft. From now on, I am nothing more then The Alpha and The Omega, The Superior One, The Legend, The man known only as.. John Green. I will not stand by idly and let some two bit jobber hold my name above his head. And I will not stand back idly while the Overdrive Title sit's wrapped around someone elses waist. Nobody will stop me, nobody will crush my thoughts, and nobody will bring me down to their level. Simply because, I live on the next level that you all strive to achieve.
The camera shuts off as Robert finishes filming John. Grabbing a beer himself, he goes and sits beside John.
Robert- Kind of weak don't you think?
Green- Fuck you, I don't need critism.
Robert- Well I'm just saying, you seem to have gone downhill ever since I joined up with you.
Green- Don't blame yourself, trust me, I've just been keeping things under wraps.
Robert- What do you mean?
Green- In due time Robert, in due time.
John stands upright and heads over to his tent. Robert looks at him as he leaves but knows better then to ask questions. Grabbing a thick branch, he pokes the fire and continues to keep it going. John lays on an air matress while being surronded by cd's and random books. An old school ghetto blaster is softly playing as he stares at the ceiling. The soft acoustic sound of Queenryche plays inside the tent as the lyrics kick in.
Cd Player- We see the light of those who find, A world has passed them by. To late to save a dream that's growing cold, we realize that fate must hide it's face, from those who try.
John begins to sing along to "Taking Hold of the Flame" by Queensryche. Softly but slowly he keeps up with the lyrics.
Green- From a haze came a rage of thunder. Distant signs of darkness on the way. Fading cries screams of pain and hunger. But in this night the light will guide your way.
John leans over and stops the cd from playing. Going back to staring at his ceiling, he allows his thoughts to wander. Thoughts of not competing on a better level then Shadow. Thoughts of never again having the chance to win the APW World Title. He tosses and turns on his air matress before finally giving up on sleep. He takes off his shirt which was his white wife beater. A small stain and lots of sweat and dirt fill his shirt. Taking it off he uses it to wipe his body from all the sweat. Even in the calm of night the heat has become unbearable for even him. Walking out of the tent, Robert looks over to see John standing in his boxer shorts.
Robert- What the hell are you doing?
Green- It's fucking hot out, and I'm kinda drunk.
Robert- John, I think your drunk when you walk out in your boxers.
Green- We got any beer left?
Robert- Yeah, like another two cases. They're in the ice box.
John makes his way through the campsite. Beer bottles litter the ground and cigarette butts are found everywhere. John makes his way to a closed red cooler. Upon opening it he finds his beer swimming in half water and half ice. Grabbing two out, he closes the lid and makes his way back to Robert. Cracking one open, he tosses the cap into the darkness and hands the other to Robert who as well does the same. The two sit down near the fire and e njoy their beverages.
Green- Think we'll ever make it to Detroit?
Robert- Soon, for now just enjoy Texas. It's awesome here.
Green- Yall better believe that now ya hear? Ha ha, yeah I guess Texas is alright.
Robert- What's bothering you man?
Green- Nothing, just to hot to sleep.
Robert- Don't give me that bullshit, I've been travelling with you long enough to know when something bothers you.
Green- Have you ever thought that maybe this could be it for us?
Robert- Your firing me again? But I didn't bring up the hooker this time.
Green- No, just my career. It's unfinished but if I don't beat Shadow at RassleMania.. what becomes of me?
Robert- You move on?
Green- I don't know this time. If I can't do this, then I'm just like everyone else. And if I'm just like everyone else, then I get pointless matches. Jobbers, mid carders, but the main event is gone. I may not have always liked being in the title hunt but It's been quite the rush knowing full well I was getting my rightful shot.
Robert- Why did you get all serious on us?
Green- Huh?
Robert- You just got all serious. Like everything has it's own little meaning to you. What happened to just getting fucked up and telling the world what's on your mind?
Green- I'm 25 years old pushing on 26. After a lifetime of bullshit, well you just get tired of it. You start taking a different approach to life. I can't always be this fucked up guy who approaches everything from a cynical asshole representation.
Robert- But it made you great.
Green- I'm still great.
Robert- Listen to me John, your not. Your slipping up at every chance you get, look at why your here. You couldn't handle the press. Look at what happened last time you faced Level One, you couldn't handle him. Hell you couldn't handle anyone barely since you were named Number One Contender. I saw a fire in you then, and you need to reclaim that fire.
Green- Shut up man, I will knock you out.
Robert- No fuck that, I have the right to say what I want. You are not going into RassleMania as a favourite. Look at you man, your falling apart at the seams. Get those stupid dreams of yours under control, and stop fucking around. Where are those promos that sent chills down the rosters spine? Where are those promos that I used to watch and laugh at? Where the hell is the old John.
Green- They fired him, I can't be the man everyone on the roster hates and fears. Level One already has that job.
Robert- So that's it? Your just going to let management decide what you can and cannot do? Your not Real anymore, your just another gimmick.
Green- You want real? Why don't you watch your own wife leave in front of your eyes? Why don't you get yourself fired and have your name trashed by every wrestler in this business? Why don't you step up and do something with your life instead of following this has been around?
John Green takes a large drink from his beer as Robert stares stunned at him.
Robert- I follow you around because I still believe. Come on man it was just two months ago that you were kicking ass and surviving in that Survive and Conquer match. Don't let your past haunt you, let it fuel you. Listen to me John, everyone that has ever trashed your name can be proven wrong. If you beat Shadow you prove every single doubter out there wrong. You can literally spit in the face of thousands upon thousands of people. Look at those that do believe in you. Look at me. I gave my life just to do this documentary for you and what will it amount to? A failed ending? Or will this be the textbook fairy tale ending where the valient efforts of one man are enough to accomplish anything? The choice is yours and I can't help but get pissed when you fail at everything you do.
Green- Ouch! So that's how it is eh? That's what the entire world views me as even though I'm just taking it easy?
Robert- Your not taking it easy and you know it. Your failing. Stop lying to yourself.
Green- Ok, fine, so I've been failing at doing what I do best. But that doesn't make me an unworthy competitor. In fact it makes me unpredictable.
Robert- Look at Shadow, look at his reign of terror. That could all be yours. You need to focus before it's to late. I'm doing this as a favour to you so just listen to me.
Green- Fine, I'm listning.
Robert- When we get back into town, your going to smoke a joint, or two, or three. However many it takes. And your going to do a promo. If that doesn't make things better then fine, you proved me wrong. It's easier to rely on clear headed thinking then impulse. Or Whatever it is that you believe in now.
Green- Fine, I'll try it once and if it doesn't work then I'm going to continue doing what I do best. That's taking names, and fucking people up.
Robert- See right now your drunk, that's what we need to hear from you.
Green- The only thing we need to hear from you is "cleanup on aisle one" stop spewing your bullshit.
John tips back his beer bottle and tosses it away into the darkness. No shatter is heard as he get's up and wobbles over to his beer cooler. Grabbing another 2 beers he brings them back over to Robert. Robert takes the full beer and places it down beside him as he makes a small attempt to drink his beer. John cracks his open and takes a large sip. Foam starts to rise up but it stops directly at the top of the beer bottle. He places it down and asks Robert for a smoke. Robert tosses him a pack and John Green lights up a smoke. Taking a long drag, he inhales deeply, before calmly exhaling into smoke rings.
Green- So, you think you can really bring me out of my slump?
Robert- Not 100 percent sure but I have a strong feeling about it.
Green- Do you think I can beat Shadow?
Robert- Well, actually.. umm.. maybe.
Green- Maybe? That sounds like doubt to me.
Robert- It's just that, he reminds me of you. Not the muscular type but none the less powerful in his own attacks.
Green- I've got innovation on my side, he can't even counter that.
Robert- He isn't the champion for nothing though. He has got his own share of innovation.
Green- Well whatever, he can do as he wants. It's his life.
Robert- His life is now your business.
Green- I'm done meddling in others affairs, I just want to live my life, everyday in celebration. One day were going to leave this world, what we leave is who we are.
Robert- What if you could leave as one of the greatest wrestlers to ever live?
Green- Haven't I already secured that?
Robert- Maybe so, but you know Shadow would be important to your resume.
Green- Go get your camera. I want to record another promo.
Robert runs off to get his camera as John drinks some more beer and stares intently into the fire. As he stares it looks like he has been caught into a trance.
Who's there? Anybody? Hello? John Green has found himself in complete darkness. Suddenly a voice is heard from the shadows.
Voice- It's been awhile.
Green turns around in a 360 degree circle trying to find the source of the voice. He knows it well, for it is his wife.
Green- Meagan? Where are you?
Meagan- Don't worry about that, just listen to your friend Robert. He's there to help you. Remember what I told you the day I left?
Green- I can still hear those words echo through my head. You wanted me to win a APW Title. I did that a year ago.
Meagan- But not the right way. You went down the wrong path John. This is your chance to right any wrongs you have ever done. Win that title for me, and more importantly for yourself.
Suddenly John is tapped on the shoulder by Robert.
Robert- Hey man, what the hell was that about? You didn't answer me when I called your name.
Green- Oh, nevermind, just.. I don't even know what that was.
John takes one final look at the fire before starting his promo. He finishes his beer quickly and hands the bottle to Robert who promptly throws it away. John makes his way towards an old tree stump. It's far away from the light of the fire and Robert has to turn on the night vision part of his camera.
Green- Guess what? I lied. I lied right to everyone of your faces. You think I'm just going to go and give Shadow some credit? No, not likely. You see Shadow, I was, am, and will always be your superior. I am the example of what a wrestler should be. I am the essence of everything this world hates, yet everything that they cannot help but love. And you Shadow, are just another imbecile to spit upon. To shower in my wrath of destruction. Did you really think I would let you escape so easily? Praising your worthless records and pitiful title reigns. You haven't beat anybody that I couldn't, and I say that with pride. Focus on yourself Shadow, focus on your mentality going into this match. Don't listen to the fans, don't listen to the media, listen to yourself. What can you honestly bring to the table that I already haven't? Look at the man your facing, I'm The Real Fuckin' Deal John Green and you're just.. Shadow. Our modern day Romeo. But to take a quote.. What's in a name? Absolutly nothing as we can change them at will, but I proved an exception. I am Real, and I am known only as John. I am The Real Overdrive Champion, not some two bit hack who would make more money serving the public on a streetcorner. I am deadlier then any assasin you have come across, and I am more sadistic then those bastards at the IRS. What I want, I take. And I'm taking that Overdrive Title from your shaky little hands Shadow. Don't be scared, don't even bother telling me that you are. I can see it with every breath you take. Every step, you seem cautious, wary of what to do. And that my nemesis is your downfall. I will slowly poison your mind until it is unable to think clear. Your judgement will be confused, your actions slower, and your mind will have only one option. To collapse.
Green- I've been watching you very closely Shadow. I already saw a small preview of that promo you did towards Carl Cage. I heard what you said towards me in your latest one also. You think I doubt myself? You think you can just place yourself higher then John Green? Let's get one thing straight, You will bow at my feet and shine my shoes when I say so. That's how great you really are. You belong on the ground and grovelling for my attention, just like the rest of them. When will you learn Shadow? When will you finally tell yourself the truth. You cannot beat what you do not know. And I am one son of a bitch that you are overlooking. They used to have a name for me, and that name was sadistic. I would torture my opponents minds until they couldn't take it anymore, I would make them doubt themselves before they even made it to the ring. And when they finally got there, they had nothing. They were innocent sheep sent to that slaughterhouse. But lately my axe has seemed a little rusty, a little overused, a little dull. And that's why I'm sharpenning it up. At RassleMania, your denoumount will arrive. The curtains will fall and the great act of Shadow will have come to an end. And when the credits play, it's only then that you realize who the director was. And all along it was none other then John Green. You Shadow, were just another victim in my path of destruction. In fact I'm already looking past you, looking into the future of APW. Looking into my future, my APW, and my movie. And what part can Shadow play in my movie? I think I'll need a janitor, or maybe I can find something lower then that. Yes indeed I can. You along with Slade Craven can be my coffee boys. See who can outdo themselves in that job, because quite honestly, you boys are doing nothing to impress me.
Green- So come on Shadow. Rise up to your Great Name, and just let me prove to everyone how fake you truly are. How Shadow can't even hold a candle to my name. How Shadow was just a freud all along and the only reason he still holds that title is because Cage left APW. Or will you even do me that pleasure? Will Shadow open his mouth and spew some sort of retort to justify that he is "amazing", "incredible", "the best"? Don't bother Shadow, just keep your mouth shut and stay in your locker room. I respect you and your past achievements my friend but when it comes to wrestling I must think I'm the best. I must feel I'm the best. I must say I'm the best. And I must be the fucking best. You may open your mouth and say all these words of respect. Come on Shadow, I may smoke pot but I'm not stupid. Your not getting away from me that easily. I know you have words far more disgusting than that to say. I respect you Shadow but from now until after that match I completely hate everything about you.I am the one who will ruin your perfect record, not anyone else. How great will our match at RassleMania be? I don't know that. Maybe I'll attack you and kick your ass all over the ring, or maybe I'll just continue doing what I'm doing. And that's nothing. Your right about one thing, I will show up at RassleMania V and go toe to toe, face to face, with Shadow. Face it Shadow, your time has come. It's time to give it all up, to just hand over your title and let me continue where you could not. This is the biggest match of your career and you damn well know it. I am not Carl Cage, I am not JC Styles, I am not any fucking jobber, I am that much better. I have fucked with APW's former God, I have stood toe to toe with the biggest names APW could give me, and I have made those in the spotlight fear me. They feared me for what I could take from them, everything that they worked so hard to do and so hard to become. I could have have taken it in three seconds. And that's what this comes down to Shadow, just three seconds. Or maybe we'll have something different, maybe I will make the great Shadow tap out at the biggest stage of them all. With all your fans screaming no, and all my fans screaming yes, what will you do Shadow? If I manage to lock in my crossface or hit you with the Headsplitter, it's done for. I have perfected it like a shark smelling blood. Imagine a shark ripping and tearing at your skin as you scream for it to stop, but it won't. That's what your facing. I will settle for beating your ass 1,2,...3! But I will propel myself into the Hall of Fame if I can make you say the words "I Quit" and pounds your shaky little hands on the canvas. This week, we have both been reborn. We both know what's at stake, and the reality of it has become clear. Only one of us can walk out of RassleMania with the title, and I know damn well what I intend to do. Shadow this is nothing personal. It's just time for me to bring back a true wrestling god. Good luck Shadow and may the best man win.
The camera then shuts off leaving the scene bathed in darkness. Robert turns on a flashlight and points it at John.
Robert- That's what I wanted to hear, I want to hear your sadistic mind at work. Just give in to the thoughts man, it'll be your requiem in this federation.
Green- Just get me another beer, we still got work to do before packing up tomorrow.
Robert takes the flashlight and runs towards the beer cooler, grabbing two more he returns to the campfire where John is already waiting for him. He has a joint in his hand, as he takes the beer from Robert. Sparking it he takes a long haul before passing it to Robert.
Pt.1 End
Pt.2
It must be mid afternoon by the time John Green rolls his ass off his air matress. His head is pounding, his body is tired, and all he can do is groan. He fumbles around for a pair of pants, and finds a pair of straight black jeans. Putting them on he can feel a bulge in his pants. Patting them down he finds the source, a cell phone.
Green: Holy shit, a cell phone. groans And a hangover. ROBERT! Oww, fuck, that hurt.
Robert comes stumbling into the tent. He is wearing nothing more then a pair of shorts and for the first time ever he is shirtless and exposes the fat on his body.
Green: For fucks sake man, put a damn shirt on. And get me some advil.
Robert: We have no advil and I can't find my shirt. How hungover are you?
Green: Pretty fuckin' hungover man, kinda burnt out to.
Robert: Shit, I can't drive man. I'm still drunk.
Green: Are you kidding me? What the hell happened last night?
Robert: Aside from you cutting promos in your boxers? Nothing much.
Green: I did what?
Robert: Yeah I sent it out this morning, you got wasted last night.
Green: So let me get this straight, judging by my hangover I shouldn't be remembering last night. And last night I cut a promo in my boxers or was walking around in my boxers?
Robert: Yeah, I have the tapes to prove it.
Green: (heavy sigh) Pfft, alright well pack up or something. I'll drive us back later on today.
Robert: As well, you have a bunch of missed calls. Want to explain to me why a certain person has decided to contact you?
Green: Shut up and let me sleep, I told you to go pack.
Robert: I'm not leaving until I get an explanation. What the hell are you doing?
Green: What I should have done a long time ago, I'll explain it all later.
Robert: Fine, I'll settle for that, at least for now.
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Dreams of the past no longer haunt John. They bring him the fuel, the fire, the desire that he needs to win. As he drifts off into sleep his thoughts are clouded with previous victories over great legends. We are brought to the heart of Japan. In the middle of the streets a wrestling ring has been set up and the canvas has puddles of dried blood all over it. The high sun beats down on the crowd as they witness pure destruction of another human body. They cheer, they boo, and they sweat. John Green is in the middle of a match with a local Japanese Wrestler. The Japanese Wrestler has just smoked him in the knee with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. John screams in pain but toughs it out. As the match progresses we can see the total decimation of John. But a simple low blow and kendo stick change the tide. The fans cheer loudly as he beats the Japanese Wrestler in the back of the head, before motioning for a cross to be brought to the ring. Blood pours from both men as John Green hoists the dead body weight towards the cross. Taking a roll of barbed wire he expertly ties to performer to the cross and the bell is rung. Another man has been crucified at the hands of John.
John wakes up with a startle and blood red eyes. Taking a look at his watch, he can see that it is well beyond 4 pm. With an "o shit" and a rush, he throws on his black hawaiin shirt and starts throwing everything in the tent into one bag. Zipping it up he rushes out of the tent and finds Robert waiting beside a dead fire.
Robert: Took you long enough, I hope you don't mind that I went fishing without you.
Green: Yeah, no problem. Phew, I thought you had left and was coming back later on.
Robert: Well here I am, so let's go. I'm ready.
Green: Alright just take down the tent for me and I'll get the car running. How you feeling?
Robert: Well seeing as you drank most of our beer last night, I'm alright. I finished them all though, no need for you to drink once were back in town.
Green: Yeah, thanks for looking out for me buddy. That's cool shit.
John heads over to pathway that he made earlier in the week. John takes a look down the path and realizes the long trip the two have ahead of them. Telling Robert to hurry up, he watches him take down the tent and fold it into the single bag it came packaged in. The trip was over, and the two would soon return to Detroit to get ready for RassleMania V. It's time to focus.
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After Robert and John make it through the trecherous path through the forest, they finally arrive at their parking space. Roberts old station wagon begins to fill up with all of their camping gear. Robert hops into the backseat and puts his head on the pillow John slept on earlier that week. John sits himself into the drivers seat and turns on the car. A few quick cd changes and he's ready to roll.
The streets are empty as John and Robert finally get back into Michigan after the longest drive ever. The odd drunk stumbles around on their way home, and the only cars that are seen are either taxi or police. John cautiiously looks for any cars, before turning into a sidestreet. Inside the car we can hear the soft music of Pink Floyds "Welcome to the Machine". Robert sleeps quietly in the back as John sneaks out of the car. The sidestreet is filled with random litter, knocked over trashcans, and abondoned cats. Some of them flash their bright yellow eyes towards him, as he makes his way towards a steel doorway near the back. He holds up his ear to the door and hears very little noise. Raising his hand he gently knocks on the door only to recieve no answer. He turns the doorknob and tries to enter the area. Finding it locked, he takes a couple of steps back and scans the top section of the building for any windows. Finding none he goes back to his car and wakes up Robert.
Robert: Ugh, huh? What the hell?
Green: I think I found a good promo spot. I need you to pick a lock though.
Robert with a yawn: What time is it?
Green: It's a little after 2 am. Come on man, you've been sleeping all day.
Robert: What took so long to get back?
Green: Don't worry about it, I had to make a couple of stops. Just come and pick this lock so we can get inside.
Robert with a deep sigh: Fine, I'll pick the lock.
Robert grabs a plastic case from a dufflebag kept underneath the backseat. He follows John over to the doorway and immediatly opens up his case. Three skeleton keys are carefully placed into the casing. Robert promptly removes the smallest key and puts it into the lock. Turning it slightly he can feel the lock click. Opening the door, he removes the key and places it back inside the case. John holds the door open as Robert quickly runs back to his car and grabs the camera. As well he turns off the engine and lights, obviously as not to attract attention. The two enter the building and take a look around. It appears to be nothing more then an abondened office, and by the looks of things, it has been abondened for some time. John walks down a hallway and finds himself in the main office. Some wooden chairs still lay around, and they look to be unsafe. Cobwebs hang from the corners, and sometimes in the doorway, as John quickly finds out. Grabbing the thin air in front of him, he scrambles to get the stick spiderweb away from him. Looking very humerous, Robert begins to snicker. John manages to get the spiderweb away from him, and takes a decent look at the office.
Green: What do you think Robert? New promo room?
Robert: Whatever you say man, I just film it.
Green: Alright, well I'll be making an appearance at a autograph signing before the show tommorow night. If you could meet me here after I'm done, then we should be golden.
Robert: I'm not coming to the signing? What about your interview?
Green: I won't be showing up for it, as I said before, I will explain it all in due time.
Robert: I hope you know what your doing.
Green: I've never been so sure in my life.
John begins to walk out of the room. His pace is a bit slower then usual. As he walks through the hallways he pauses and tests the strength of the building. After making sure it was decent enough, he pulls out his cigarettes and lights on up. Tossing the pack to Robert, the two exit the building. Streams of smoke escape their mouths and drift away into the calm night sky. The stars are no longer visible, and the imminent glow of the city is all that is seen. John Green get's into the drivers seat as Robert climbs into the passengers. The hour has gotten late and the two must return to their hotel rooms. Tommorow is RassleMania V, and only John Green knows his own gameplan.
John collapses unto his bed as Robert enters his hotel room next door. John lays on his bed for a few moments before feeling uncomfortable. The cause is a cellphone in his back pocket. Taking a good look at it, John Green decides to turn it on. Missed calls, more messages, the list goes on and on as John cycles through his menu. Holding the phone to his ear, John selects the first message. After listning to more then his fair share of messages, John throws his phone towards the wall. It softly bounces off and falls to the ground. Realizing what he has done, John drags himself out of bed to grab it. Making sure it is still intact, he begins dialing a number and then pauses. He flips his phone cover down and places the phone right beside his bed. With an overexaggerated yawn, he climbs under the covers and shuts off the lamp beside him. Within a few minutes of dead silence and darkness, a small hum is heard. The cellphone vibrates itself across the nighttable as John quickly picks it up. Turning on the light he answers it.
Green: Hello? Yeah, it's John. Who's this? O, hello then. Yeah I'll still be at RassleMania V. Yeah, the plans still the same. I think some are starting to suspect though. Not a problem, yeah, talk to you later to. Peace.
John turns off his phone and places it back on the nighttable. Flicking off the light for the second time, and returning his head to the comfortable pillow.
Mornings dawn creeps slowly into the window. Bright, golden sunlight inches it's way towards John's face. Finally resting upon it, he becomes awakened. Flicking his eyes open and letting out a small moan, he rolls over. Trying to shield his face from the sunglight, he realizes it is all in vain. Finally throwing back his covers and finding a decent pair of black jeans, he lights a cigarette. Heading out to his usual morning patio routine, he already finds Robert on his.
Green: Enjoying the view?
Startled, Robert quickly regains focus and answers John.
Robert: Yeah, I was just thinking about our future.
Green: I told you..
Robert: Yeah I know, all in due time. It's just, what happens to me?
Green: Your free to do as you wish. If I manage to win the Overdrive title, I'm sure you would love to stay and record all my promo's. But if I don't then maybe I won't have anything to do. APW has it's own ways of hiding extremely good talent. Maybe I'll be for gotten, maybe not.
Robert: Well, I guess we just have to see.
Green: You have the day off until after the autograph signing. There's a few people I have to see before hand and I really don't need you to tape it.
Robert: Who you visiting?
Green: Just a friend. You remember Chris right?
Robert: Yeah, of course I do.
Green: Well I'm going to to give him some tickets to the show and we'll probably hit it off after that
Robert: I guess I'll check out the city then.
John takes one final drag of his cigarette before tossing it over the patio balcony. It falls many feet to the ground below, where a passerby looks up. He continues along his way after solving the mystery of the cigarette from heaven. John goes inside of his hotel room, as does Robert. Grabbing his suitcase and cell phone, he quickly meets Robert in the hallway.
Robert: Forgetting something?
Green: No, I didn't pack much.
Robert: How about a shirt?
John looks down to realize he has no shirt on.
Green: O, well.. yeah I guess I have no choice.
Opening up his suitcase, he pulls out one of his old shirts. An open, long sleeved, dress shirt. Little decorative patterns line the sleeves as they lay open at the cuffs. Opening his suitcase further, he pulls out a black bowler hat. Placing it on his head, he completes the gear by putting on a pair of pure black sunglasses. Moving his long hair, so that it evenly is placed on his back, he smiles at Robert.
Green: Better?
Robert: That's pretty cool.
Green: Yeah, it comes natural with whatever I wear.
John zips up his suitcase and heads towards the elevator. Robert is close at his heels as the two step into the elevator.
Green: Well, have a good day and I'll see you later.
Robert: I guess so, have fun and I'll be watching RassleMania V later on.
Green: Just make sure you can get back to our office before I do. I don't want to hold up my promo.
The elevator dings to signal the ground floor. John heads towards the front doors as Robert goes to check them out. Once John get's outside, he rushes over to his new motorcycle. Opening up the seat, he is able to place his suitcase inside. Slamming the seat shut, he climbs onto it and starts up the motorcycle. Revving the engine a couple of times, he peels out of the parking lot and makes the engine roar as he heads down the street. Pedistrians turn their head to watch but within seconds he is gone.
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A brief recap of Overdrive is shown. Carl Cage and Shadow battle as John joins the commentators table to watch. Shadow defeats Carl Cage within seconds and holds his newly won Overdrive title over his head. John stands as he and Shadow stair each other down. The video fades out and the barely illuminated face of John Green is shown. The dark room consists of nothing more then an office table, a broken window, and a crickety wooden chair. The pale moonlight slinks in through the dirty window but barely casts any light. Various shapes are to be made out, at least until John Green flicks on his lighter. Lightning something on the office desk, we can see that it is a candle. He lights another one on opposite sides of his desk. The silhoutte of what appears to be a cross, rests in the background. John Green stares into the camera, as the candles cast omnious shadows upon his face.
Green: So. here we stand. Or at least one of us stands. Did you like my match on Overdrive? Did you like how everyone didn't even know I would defeat the legend that is Twister? You thought that I didn't have the brain to defeat legends. You may not say those words but we know you think them. You wanna talk about having a brain in your head, well take a second look at me Shadow. I'm not this dumb, random thought, pot smoking, beer drinking, finger gesturing, nut grabbing, foul mouthed bastard, that you must think I am. I've gotta admit, spotting all of my contradictions must have been great for you. It must have been slightly amusing thinking to yourself "what does he really want?" But isn't it obvious Shadow? I'm not telling you, I've already got my own plans to follow and your just the begining. I'll be focused heading into RassleMania, but much like you Shadow, I have other things on my mind. Like APW in a whole, if I manage to pull off that impossible win against you, where does that leave me? Representing a company who was dominated by one man? It's obvious to me that I'll simply replace you on the throne until someone elses comes by and knocks me off. It's the sands of time Shadow. Constantly shifting, and we as humans are constantly evolving. It's who can adjust to the evolution, not who can be the evolution. I've adapated myself over the years, and like I say Shadow.. why fix something that isn't broken. I have a better gameplan then anyone you have faced. I have hidden sources all over North America, and I have all the information I need gathered.
Green: And how nice that you decided not to invoke upon a religion that I am still learning. That's your thing Shadow, you're too nice. I realize I do not follow the guidelines of a Buddhist, but I'm still new. We both know I'm getting old, and so are you Shadow. We both know that our boots will one day be laced up, only to collect dust in the attic. But what we do with our lives after that, is simply our choice. I choose to practice a religion that will help me search for inner peace. It seems to me like you wish to do the same, but on different measures. All the power to you Shadow. I mean with your lady friend running off. That's pretty stressfull. I know how you feel Shadow. I was married. She took everything from me. My child, My home, and My dignity. But slowly I picked myself back up. And so will you. And I know you want to forgive her but you can't but you know you always will. I just saved you some more pointless moments in your life and got rid of another one of your excuses. It's been a short title run, your body is telling you it's fine, so you push it further and further. And it's eventually going to snap Shadow. Just like our minds, our bodies are next to follow.
Green: And how nice of you to continue naming off all of those wonderful accomplishments you have. Sure you've done things longer, but who's to say I couldn't have? I was unstoppable before you came here, Fair? Not really, but lifes a bitch. I imagine you came along and just picked up the scraps. I know APW isn't full of great talent, but merely good looking talent. Talent that the fans can boo, cheer, and jeer. Were the top actors in this movie Shadow. And RassleMania V is the finale. I can walk into that wrestling ring and stand toe to toe with you Shadow. I respect the hell out of you Shadow but you possess what I want and for that ager strkies harder in me. That's what we both share Shadow. An anger that wants to be unleashed. For you it fuels you, for me it get's the job done. It's nice you can control your's because once I release my anger, then your screwed. I won't stop, hell I might even get Xtreme. But I still won't stop until I'm done with you Shadow. I take what I want, and my desire is unfulfilled. I've already started fantasizing about the Overdrive Title. Feeling it's weight carried around my waist. I'm already fantasizing about crushing your head in the middle of the ring. Fantasizing about your demise. You are a little bit smarter then the rest Shadow. You can clearly see a mind game when it is played, but have I even played one? I'm speaking what is known as "The Truth". I know what I am capable of, and I know that it can and will rival and destroy you. Maybe somewhere down the road you will face me again for the title, and I will lose to you. But that is not what will happen at RassleMania. I will put my life on the line just to ensure it.
Green: And there's my ego right Shadow? I bet your shaking your head right now as we speak, muttering to yourself something about never learning, or being stupid. But let give you a nice little quote Shadow. "Those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it." I know my history Shadow. I know where my ego can get me, and where it can spit me out. But I have learned not to rely on just my ego, but instead rely on ego, skills, and innovation. Have you ever faced anyone like me Shadow? Someone who can easily be overlooked, and yet someone who is this deadly inside the ring.
John takes one of the candles and holds it next to the cross in the background. The candle illuminates it as John Green continues.
Green: And look at what I found Shadow. A nice little cross. This is what you need to remember, this is what I have done with my life. Do you remember watching me before New Years Retribution? Do you remember my little stories about making an impact by taking out a APW Champion with great win streaks? I'm sure you didn't since you just began here two weeks ago. So let me clearly say one thing Shadow. When, yes when, I win the Overdrive from you, I will bring a new era upon APW. I will be bringing back, the era of Retribution Killer. From now on Shadow, things will be done on my time. Not yours, not Jeffs, not anyone elses, but simply John Green. Everyone ran in search of stable members, or help of ways to take over APW. No matter what any superstar does, and no matter what any stables do, I will still be APW's Overdrive Champion, and they're isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Green: But let's not jump the gun, right Shadow? I mean I still have to go through the monster himself. The monster who wishes me to inflict more pain and torture unto him then anyone has ever done before. That can be arranged Shadow.
Green: But I bet you'll get help from your good old friend Slade huh. You allow friends to help you? Can't do this on your own? You can't put your damn social life on hold for one god damn minute? You can't search inside of you for that energy you desperatly need? That energy that would have allowed you to pick yourself off the ground. The energy that makes us spit in the face of any social figure. No matter how large, no matter how small. You rise up, you roar, and you let loose your full wrath. Will I get the chance to feel the full wrath of Shadow? Or will Shadow fall before The Real Retribution Killer wrath? You better believe it Shadow, I am real, and whether you like it or not, I am one cunning bastard. And to be fair, I'm sure you are to Shadow. There, it's been said. Shadow has gotten beat to the only answer he has. That he is automatically better then everyone simply because he can put up with his outside life bullshit, and continue to be this monster inside of a wrestling ring. Well let me give you an an answer to that Shadow. Whoop.. dee...fuckin'.. do. Nobody cares, in fact, didn't we hear that last week? Or the week before? You continue to spit the same old crap on why you know you will win. But why fix something that isn't broken? I think you need to, by the looks of things, your a broken record.I know you'll prejudge me since I smoke weed that automatically I have fried brain cells. You assume that because I do not fully concentrate, that I am a dumbass. You assume that I don't even know myself and that I focus on being something I'm not. Take another look Shadow, I'm being somebody I was, somebody that deep down inside, I do hate. But somebody that I know can get the job done. I will sell my soul to the devil if it allows me to reach the Overdrive Title, and I know where the devil is.
John holds the candle up close to his face.
Green: Deep down inside of us, inside of you, inside of me, inside of everyone watching. We shun our deepest, our darkest, and our dirtiest secrets. We all have them, we have all done something that we try and hide. For me, it's the blood I have shed. Proud of it I am, haunted by it was my punishment. I enjoyed wrapping barbed wire around another human being, only to strap their dead weight body to a cross. As the blood poured from them, I knew it was utter humiliation. The fans always stared on in shock as the canvas turned from white, to blood red. Within minutes children would be forced to look away, the men and woman still watching were on the verge of vomitting. I have commited cruel acts of violence unto my fellow man, and Shadow, you will be no different. I'm letting my own monster out to play, and this monster is thirsty for blood. When we get into that ring at RassleMania, I know what I'm heading for. Down to my area, you may look at me as a worthless wrestler, but I'll take you to school. Never underestimate an amatuer wrestler on his mat game.
Green: I know you're sitting down right now thinking why the hell is he talking this bad shit about me after I praised him so well, he should be doing the same as me seeing as he's supposed to be showing leadership. If you haven't noticed by now Shadow, I'm a self righteous asshole who looks out for himself, I don't need to lead APW anywhere then to their deathbeds. I'm not looking to run APW, or even own it, I'm just here to kick the entire rosters ass and put myself on top, along with the APW Heavyweight Championship or any APW title, wrapped around my little waist. If you look at yourself as a leader, then get a head check. I don't have a leader, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be you. Monster or not, I wouldn't follow you if it was the key to my salvation.
Green: But am I scared of you Shadow? That's yet to be proven. I'm scared of losing this match, and that's one fear I have begun to overcome. I worked my ass off to get here, I put my heart and soul into being called the Number One Contender, and now it could all be in vain. I could simply drop from the spotlight in a heartbeat. But as long as my heart is still beating, and I remember the taste of that Championship Gold, then I will continue to fight for it. After I'm done with you Shadow, the only Gold you'll be tasting is in your face, from whenever I decide to knock you out with MY title. This is a dead end for you Shadow, one of us goes home with a failed mission, and it seems to me that my will to win is greater then yours. Your already begining to disregard our match as if it's not important at all. And that's where I will catch you. Your underestimation of me, it happens. It will always happen, simply because of my actions. I contradict myself, much like every other human being on this planet. I'm sure you do as well Shadow, but I'm not about to go out to prove your intelligence. I'm out to prove your wrestling skills. To prove that they are not as great as some may think, to prove that mine are superior, and to prove that your reign as Overdrive Champion, is over. Someday you can crawl back to the top and reclaim your status of champion, but maybe I'll be retired by then? Maybe I'll still be champ. That future is still unpredictable but your future is drawing nearer, the end of Shadow. The spotlight has already started shifting towards me, do you honestly think I'm going to allow it to burn out? To leave me in nothing but darkness? Win or lose Shadow, I have an impact to make. RassleMania will be full of surprises for APW, and the fans. And in the end, I will be the only man standing tall over everyone. And with a big smile on my face, I will finally be fulfilled. Overdrive Champion, and not a damn person to stop me. And when the sands of time shift, it will be one hell of a duststorm. Can you survive not being buried underneath it? Concentrate more on yourself Shadow, and realize what can and will happen.
John blows out both candles and leaves the room in darkness. The camera moves up towards the broken window, where a full moon is cast outside.
RP 2 End
