Post by Hopper Rose™ on Jun 13, 2011 20:38:27 GMT -4
[[ Fade into Existance...a dimly lit room. A slepping pallet occupies one corner. The walls are a dark blue and bare of the usual brickabrack that most people accumulate over time. There's no photographs of earlier years. There aren't any paintings handed down from generations or bought on a whim one day long ago. There isn't even a clock. The one small window in the room is covered, the lighting coming from one small lamp by the sleeping pallet. Softly, we hear 'Pain' by Broken Code playing from an older looking stereo system set up in one corner. The floor of the room is hardwood, though the sole occupant is sitting on a pile of cushions, facing away from the camera. He seems to have adopted a meditative pose with incense burning around him. He's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt which reads "The Lost Ones". His head is shaven. A ounce of Weed, Zig-Zag rolling papers, a 40oz bottle of Jack Daniels and a half filled glass sit on the floor beside him. When the man speaks, his voice is tinged with amusement in an accent that cannot be placed. He does not turn around... ]]
Man: They call me Hopper, and it's been a long time since I last graced anyone with my presence...Some of you vaguely remember me...Some of you haven't had the opportunity as of yet. All that's about to change.
[[ He takes a sip of whiskey and continues speaking. Though we can't see his face, we get the feeling he's smiling. ]]
Hopper: 'The Hoodrat' Hopper Rose... You'll excuse the nickname. People, just from hearing my name, tend to already formulate an opinion on me. None of what any of you think matters to me now...
[[ Hopper inhales deeply, savoring the smell of the incense.. ]]
Hopper Rose: Some people only believe what they see and hear. We live in a society of eroded faith. Everything is coated with a thick layer of cynicism and disbelief. Anything that does not coincide with what we think is reality is rationalized away, or worse, forgotten about completely. Discounted. Overlooked. Like me. Like I was.
[[ Hopper shakes his head. Finally he turns around, showing his lean, tanned features. Indeed, he is smiling, the sparse light catching his white teeth. ]]
Hopper: No, that's not quite it, I guess. I could launch into a whole speech on how I'm one of the ones who slipped through the cracks and society never gave a shit about me...but I'm not...That's not me, that's not what I am all about.
[[ Hopper laughs ironically.. . . ]]
Hopper: I'm the anomoly of wrestling...I'm the countout. Nobody wants to believe that I'm for real, that I'm going to happen. Everybody would be much happier if I stayed at the bottom of the food chain where I belong. But I don't intend for that to happen. I know I can do this. I know I have drive. I know I'm a solid, open mouthed blow right on the fuckin button, son. And I'm going to prove it.
[[ Hopper flashes his brilliant smile and picks up a pair of oakleys colored blue metallic from the pile of pillows. He cleans them briefly before putting them on.. ]]
Hopper: Now, from what little I've seen of APW is that one, it's action packed and two, it's missing something, I think that I can change that, if I were I not on the other side of the ring from anyone here, I could pin them. I think they'll be just distracted enough by other issues that I'll be able to put the APW horses down one, by one, and begin to unleash pure devastation and bring a whole new level to Action Packed Wrestling. People tend to slip between the cracks of life. I have a feeling that on my way up...I'll be meeting them in they're in freefall on their way down.
[[ Hopper pauses and thinks a bit... ]]
Hopper: Then again, i suppose this could just be a ruse meant to lure us all into a false sense of security. Hmmmmmmmmm ... Nah...Mr. President, set that shit up.
[[ He smiles again, this time maliciously...A carnivorous grin spreads across Hoppers face. With a snap of his fingers, the scene blinks to static. ]]
Man: They call me Hopper, and it's been a long time since I last graced anyone with my presence...Some of you vaguely remember me...Some of you haven't had the opportunity as of yet. All that's about to change.
[[ He takes a sip of whiskey and continues speaking. Though we can't see his face, we get the feeling he's smiling. ]]
Hopper: 'The Hoodrat' Hopper Rose... You'll excuse the nickname. People, just from hearing my name, tend to already formulate an opinion on me. None of what any of you think matters to me now...
[[ Hopper inhales deeply, savoring the smell of the incense.. ]]
Hopper Rose: Some people only believe what they see and hear. We live in a society of eroded faith. Everything is coated with a thick layer of cynicism and disbelief. Anything that does not coincide with what we think is reality is rationalized away, or worse, forgotten about completely. Discounted. Overlooked. Like me. Like I was.
[[ Hopper shakes his head. Finally he turns around, showing his lean, tanned features. Indeed, he is smiling, the sparse light catching his white teeth. ]]
Hopper: No, that's not quite it, I guess. I could launch into a whole speech on how I'm one of the ones who slipped through the cracks and society never gave a shit about me...but I'm not...That's not me, that's not what I am all about.
[[ Hopper laughs ironically.. . . ]]
Hopper: I'm the anomoly of wrestling...I'm the countout. Nobody wants to believe that I'm for real, that I'm going to happen. Everybody would be much happier if I stayed at the bottom of the food chain where I belong. But I don't intend for that to happen. I know I can do this. I know I have drive. I know I'm a solid, open mouthed blow right on the fuckin button, son. And I'm going to prove it.
[[ Hopper flashes his brilliant smile and picks up a pair of oakleys colored blue metallic from the pile of pillows. He cleans them briefly before putting them on.. ]]
Hopper: Now, from what little I've seen of APW is that one, it's action packed and two, it's missing something, I think that I can change that, if I were I not on the other side of the ring from anyone here, I could pin them. I think they'll be just distracted enough by other issues that I'll be able to put the APW horses down one, by one, and begin to unleash pure devastation and bring a whole new level to Action Packed Wrestling. People tend to slip between the cracks of life. I have a feeling that on my way up...I'll be meeting them in they're in freefall on their way down.
[[ Hopper pauses and thinks a bit... ]]
Hopper: Then again, i suppose this could just be a ruse meant to lure us all into a false sense of security. Hmmmmmmmmm ... Nah...Mr. President, set that shit up.
[[ He smiles again, this time maliciously...A carnivorous grin spreads across Hoppers face. With a snap of his fingers, the scene blinks to static. ]]
