Post by JD Pierce on Jan 29, 2011 13:26:42 GMT -4
*The scene opens from black, the camera begins to take focus on the surroundings of the small dimly lit room. JD Pierce can be seen sitting in a tattered old armchair, he clears his throat as a smirk fills his face. *
Pierce: So it’s all a “gamble” is it? Funny… I’ve never viewed wrestling as much of a gamble, actually it’s quite the contrary. I’m a firm believer that if you have confidence in your skills then there isn’t much to worry about. Like how counting cards takes much of the guesswork out of blackjack. If you can control the outcome then where is the gamble? In my astute opinion life in general would be much more of a gamble, you never know when it will throw you a nasty curve… Such as being placed in a interesting match with a relatively unheard of rookie. Now where is the gamble? I can do my homework, I can study my opponent, watch the footage, follow the moves, read all the “tells”. But what does he have on me? Someone who has never wrestled a professional match in his career… the only answer would be experience, but that’s obviously long past its prime… so for my opponent… the guesswork remains all there still.
* JD stands from the armchair, pushing it away slightly so as to give himself more room to move about. *
Pierce: So as I ready myself for my professional debut I find myself sizing up my opponent. Here I am, a rookie, about to take the first steps towards the career I’ve always dreamed of and standing across from me inside that ring will be someone who is just about the exact opposite. An over-the-hill, washed up, worthless drunk. I can’t call the guy a has-been, because he’s a never-was. I may be the “green” rookie who is little more than “wet behind the ears” but I have the capacity to know when my time is being wasted. I know that I’m worth much more than what this match will showcase… I guess it’s all part of paying my “dues” to this industry, I have to work my way up the proverbial ladder to achieve what it is that I know I’m destined for. I have my plans concisely laid out upon the table, I've already made it known that I plan to make a straight sprint for that Tapout championship. I know what that title is supposed to mean and I know that I have the ability to restore dignity to what should be a prestigious title.
* JD gestures toward an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the coffee table. *
Pierce: That stuff will lead all who praise it to an early death and our friend the Gambler is certainly no exception to that rule of thumb.
* Music begins playing in the background. *
Pierce: I've seen one too many times alcohol change a man for the worst, my father and his father before him, they were both heavy believers in using alcohol as a form of meditative relaxation. They allowed it to consume them, to take their happiness away to a place where it couldn’t be harped upon by the daily struggles of this world… unfortunately all it left was an angry, remorseless, hollow people who only wanted to watch the world burn and crumble around them.
Pierce: I firmly believe that the largest gamble our friend The Gambler faces lies within him. His reliance on substance is a large contributor to his sharp decline in ability and ultimately will be the downfall of his entire life and eventually his health.
Pierce: So why is it that management allows such an unstable, broken person to step inside a wrestling ring? Because this is Insane Wrestling Champions, how could they claim rights to such a name without allowing it within their walls? So the true lunatics dwell here, waiting for their opportunities to prove themselves as useful in this ever judgmental world.
Pierce: So on January 31st, at the IWC Asylum in Long Island, I will make my first presence felt, I will tear down the walls that The Gambler hides behind, his shroud of alcoholic haze will not spare him from an insurmountable amount of pain and embarrassment and I will have taken my first step toward the Kamikaze Revolution.
* The scene fades out. *
Pierce: So it’s all a “gamble” is it? Funny… I’ve never viewed wrestling as much of a gamble, actually it’s quite the contrary. I’m a firm believer that if you have confidence in your skills then there isn’t much to worry about. Like how counting cards takes much of the guesswork out of blackjack. If you can control the outcome then where is the gamble? In my astute opinion life in general would be much more of a gamble, you never know when it will throw you a nasty curve… Such as being placed in a interesting match with a relatively unheard of rookie. Now where is the gamble? I can do my homework, I can study my opponent, watch the footage, follow the moves, read all the “tells”. But what does he have on me? Someone who has never wrestled a professional match in his career… the only answer would be experience, but that’s obviously long past its prime… so for my opponent… the guesswork remains all there still.
* JD stands from the armchair, pushing it away slightly so as to give himself more room to move about. *
Pierce: So as I ready myself for my professional debut I find myself sizing up my opponent. Here I am, a rookie, about to take the first steps towards the career I’ve always dreamed of and standing across from me inside that ring will be someone who is just about the exact opposite. An over-the-hill, washed up, worthless drunk. I can’t call the guy a has-been, because he’s a never-was. I may be the “green” rookie who is little more than “wet behind the ears” but I have the capacity to know when my time is being wasted. I know that I’m worth much more than what this match will showcase… I guess it’s all part of paying my “dues” to this industry, I have to work my way up the proverbial ladder to achieve what it is that I know I’m destined for. I have my plans concisely laid out upon the table, I've already made it known that I plan to make a straight sprint for that Tapout championship. I know what that title is supposed to mean and I know that I have the ability to restore dignity to what should be a prestigious title.
* JD gestures toward an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the coffee table. *
Pierce: That stuff will lead all who praise it to an early death and our friend the Gambler is certainly no exception to that rule of thumb.
* Music begins playing in the background. *
“I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all the way
but I remember everything”
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all the way
but I remember everything”
Pierce: I've seen one too many times alcohol change a man for the worst, my father and his father before him, they were both heavy believers in using alcohol as a form of meditative relaxation. They allowed it to consume them, to take their happiness away to a place where it couldn’t be harped upon by the daily struggles of this world… unfortunately all it left was an angry, remorseless, hollow people who only wanted to watch the world burn and crumble around them.
“What have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt”
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt”
Pierce: I firmly believe that the largest gamble our friend The Gambler faces lies within him. His reliance on substance is a large contributor to his sharp decline in ability and ultimately will be the downfall of his entire life and eventually his health.
“I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here”
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here”
Pierce: So why is it that management allows such an unstable, broken person to step inside a wrestling ring? Because this is Insane Wrestling Champions, how could they claim rights to such a name without allowing it within their walls? So the true lunatics dwell here, waiting for their opportunities to prove themselves as useful in this ever judgmental world.
“What have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt”
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt”
Pierce: So on January 31st, at the IWC Asylum in Long Island, I will make my first presence felt, I will tear down the walls that The Gambler hides behind, his shroud of alcoholic haze will not spare him from an insurmountable amount of pain and embarrassment and I will have taken my first step toward the Kamikaze Revolution.
“If I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way”
[/center][/color]a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way”
* The scene fades out. *
