"Truth is powerful, and it prevails..." - Sojourner Truth.
--PROMO BEGIN--
The more things change, the more they stay the same...
That's the expression isn't it? That's the one, the one everybody seems to live by now. The new fad, the newest expression people are telling randoms on the street. The more things change, the more they stay the same... wise. Fuck the wise.
*Fade the camera in, to an empty room, nothing around except for the odd box and a couple of chairs resting against the wall. Probably a storage room of some sort, but it's not the surroundings that the camera is concentrated on. It's the man standing in the centre of the frame, leaning back on one of the white walls that grabs the attention straight away.
What did wisdom really ever get anybody, huh? What did a life seeking knowledge really do for people? Sure, they can get quoted by randoms in the street who have nothing better to do in their lives than to speak some empty words they don't actually understand, but when exactly did the word wisdom suddenly mean power? Somebody's been mugged and punched extremely hard in the face, been stabbed in the stomach, had a few torturous moments in their lifetime, and suddenly they're being praised because they learned how not to get the shit beaten out of you?
No, no wisdom is a lie. Just like people, they're a lie too, girls, they're lies, books, they're lies too. Parents, family, friends, lies, lies LIES!
*Suddenly the man moves, a very jerky motion, and he punches his hand through the wall, causing a very sizable cavity to emerge where his hand used to be. The man's eyes enflame for a small moment before he turns back to the camera, as normal as he was at the beginning of the promo.
The world's full of lies. You should probably get used to that.
Wisdom is a lie. Which is funny, because of all the wise people i've seen in my entire life, there seems to be a trend that follows on from one, to the other, to the other, to the other, to the other, to the other, to the other. Truth. All of these people so obsessed, i mean, obsessed! With finding the truth...
Well guess what, here's some truth for you...
The truth....
Well the truth is, i'm the best...at what...i do. The truth is, there's nobody who can do what i do inside that ring. The truth is, when i walk into the WWO ring for the SECOND time in the company's short history, i will MAKE history. I will make sure ever single person in that arena is talking about the singles debut of the Punk the very next morning....
*The man begins to walk a few steps, pacing around the medium-sized white room, past the big hole in the wall. The room is lit by an artificial light, which gives a clear view of the man as he walks. He has a dark brown hair, until you reach the short mohawk, which is died white. He has a small line of facepaint drawn onto his right cheek, and his eyes are glittering blue as he continues to pace, leaving the camera with nothing but silence for a few moments.
Here's a truth that the grand philosophers can't ignore, when it comes to what i do, i do it best, i do it better than anyyyybody else in the goddamn world. The truth of the matter is that when i step into that ring, people notice. The truth of the matter is that bad things happen to people around me, the truth, well the truth is that when i do what i do best, fireworks go off in people's mind. I really am that good.
Oh, by the way...
*The man takes a few steps towards the camera and grins into the lens, so that it can only see his face.
I'm baaaaaacckk!!!
Yes, the man that was put on this earth to entertain, the technical messiah of professional wrestling...is here, in the WWO. Who would've thought, ey?
*The man backs away from the camera and stands still, leaning against the wall once again.
Certainly not me, i definitely wouldn't have thought i'd be here, hell i had twenty bucks on it, talk about wasted money. Ah, what a nice place it is here. People are great...well they're not actually, they're pretty hopeless. I've seen better help in a mexican deli at three in the morning. The fans are amazing! Well, actually that's wrong too, they're the same guys who cheered idiots back in MPW except with about twice the intelligence; now they're cheering ME now, that's a nice change....
The money, now there's something i definitely can't put a downside on. Willie J certainly does know how to move dollars, too bad he can't move his general manager... But anyway! I'm here, the people of the world will be glad to know, i am BACK! Such a thrill, i know, it gets me every time, coming to a new company after a month on the shelf - wasn't bad though, don't get me wrong. Getting drunk every night and trying to remember the hair colour of the girl you just fucked is a great way to wake up every morning is a fantastic way of living, but it wears. At the end of the day, i realized there were still some douchebags who needed their head kicked in.
And wam bam thank you mam, i get the cream of the crop right away! Look at that.
I suppose i should be thankful WWO gave me the opportunity to debut against one of their bigger douches, although in a company with Justin Fischer in it - Hi fish sticks...
*The man waves at the camera mid-sentence.
...It's not an easy thing to rise in the ranks of ultimate dickheadedness. Don't worry Fish-boy, i'm sure we'll get the chance to go head to head, hair to hair, once again. But all of that in due time. First, we have the man i just mentioned, the one and only Suicidal Scumbag, Luke Knux.
I really hope that knee i gave him wasn't too hard, i'd hate for the arena to have to hear a voice that high because 'they' haven't descended yet...but still, i'm sure he's recovering. Judging by the way he handled that headstone, i'd say he's already recovered, and judging by the way he attacked me on Wreckage last week i'd say he's pretty mad about it. Well good, an angry fight's a good fight.
Now Luke, some would say you're a little fucked up, you know the whole "Suicidal" thing, as well as openly suggesting that you're a scumbag, and the tattoos don't help. don't worry though, because believe me, i'm just as fucked up as you are. In fact last week i was diagnosed with a NEW mental illness. As if i didn't have enough already. Doctors said i had something called IED, fucks up my mind so that eventually the little voice in the back of my head comes into control and flips out. Here's to hoping that you don't have to face that mean little bitch.
Well, here's to YOU hoping. I'd be fine with it...
Nevertheless, you probably know all about me, you seem to know a lot about my WWO career, even though it hasn't really begun yet. Oh, that's right, you claim you're going to end it before it even begins, to catapult yourself into superstardom, to make your impact on the company that hasn't noticed you yet. Well here's a tip...
Don't set your goals so high, you're only going to be disappointed.
Its a shame, disappointment. I had to live with it in my childhood, the parents that were "disappointed" i didn't get an A on my legal studies assignment. The parents that were "disappointed" i took up professional wrestling. The parents that were "disappointed" in me for fucking the girl living next door, and that her parents left the city because of it. Disappointment's a difficult thing, i know, but i hope you can handle it well, because when you go to sleep (or get knocked unconscious by yours truly) the night of July twenty-fifth, you will see my face flash before your eyes, you'll see the referee's had count the one, two, three, and you'll see the beginning of a new era, the ushering in of a new time...
The Age of the Punk.
Welcome, WWO, you'll see it first hand, when i drive Luke Knux's head straight into the mat and watch the ref's hand fall onto the mat a third consecutive time, marking the beginning of the new era, and the ushering in of MY time.
War is where we will go Luke, war is what will occur, you're right about that. Hell, you can be DAMN sure about that. Because at the end of the day, war inside that ring is what i do best, and you'll be the first to learn that, the hard way. I'm not some arrogant asshole who's trying to get by on his previous accomplishments in a company that doesn't matter to me anymore, i'm the man that's going to drive you so hard into the mat that you'll forget your own name, but you'll remember mine.
I'm not obsessed with my past accomplishments, because when i step inside that ring the accomplishments speak for themselves. MPW World champ, NYCCW World champ, you're right, none of those matter here. But you know what does matter here? The WWO World championship, and believe me, i'll be making my way there soon enough, and i guarantee i'm already a hell of a lot closer than you.
I'm sorry to break this to you, but you're going to have to go on without being noticed for a bit longer, because this weekend the only thing on people's minds, the only thing name those people will be chanting is MY name, and MY name only.
Yes, the people may watch as the dust settles and you stand inside the ring with your head held high, but guess what? I'll just pull you back down, drive your head square into the mat, and stand tall with MY head held high, and you know what else will be held high? My arms, when everybody in that arena watches and screams in intense excitement, exhilaration, and for the ladies and the room, desire. The desire to be with me, the desire to BE me.
The more things change...the more they stay the same. Well i may be in a new location, new scenery, in front of new people, banging a new chick, but all that's irrelevant in the end, because those wise liars are correct. Even though everything's changed, it's completely the same. I'm still THAT good. This week, you, Luke Knux, get the privilege of seeing that.
I've dealt with your type before Luke, i KNOW you. I know what you're going to do inside that ring, i know what you're going to say, i know how you're going to act, because you're all the same to me. You can all be classified under one broad spectrum. Losers. Losers to yours truly. Don't feel bad, it's a loooong, loooong list, and a list that will be ever-increasing as time goes by, don't you worry. You won't be alone Luke, you'll just be beaten, and bruised, and disappointed, as everybody in the arena - hell, even the world - forgets your name for the rest of the night, week, month, whatever.
Because there's only one name that will be on every single person's mind.
Mine.
Drake. Hunter.
*With that the man winks at the camera and walks towards it, putting his hand over it as the screen cuts to black.
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"You sure you're alright back there Lace? The way you described your step-father, he should be in an institution, not a house with one of the hottest women on the planet..." I say, resting the phone on my shoulder as I used both available arms to open the can of VB.
"Aaahhhh, nice to have you back, mate." I say, looking at the green can, the two most important letters marked in red, massive font so that they're clearly visible.
"What?" Lacy Valentine asks on the other end of the phone, me imagining her face to be looking puzzled.
"Sorry, talking to the beer can again."
"Again? Do we need to check you into a clinic?" Lacy says, teasingly.
"Only if your visiting hours are between 12 and 6 in the morning. I wouldnt give that up for the world." The familiar fizzing noise of the can opening soothes me, in a weird, alcoholic way. I know, i know, i'm corrupted by a fake reality, blah blah blah. Save it for somebody who gives a shit. It's not as if i've got anything to look out for, my mind isn't exactly in best condition in the first place, i think to myself.
"Anyway." I hear the playful tone still there, it's fun to have somebody to muck around with, especially when that mucking around turns sexy a few hours later.
Thank god for twitter.
Why i seem to meet all the crazy girls with temper problems i'm not sure, whether they're just attracted to me - wait, who isn't... - or whether i'm some sort of magnet for bad tempers, whether they find my calculated temper appealing, i dunno. At the end of the day, i guess they just suit me, just like my leather jacket that Lacy's grown so fond of recently. She probably hugs it to her chest at night when i'm not around; my fantastical mind playing around again.
But the fact she wasn't like that, she wasn't over clingy, she wasn't predictable, and most importantly, she was far from normal, is something that drew me to her in the first place, probably the reason we're having so much fun. Besides, she gives me a healthy way to move on from recent events, including a blonde bitch and his little girlfriend - sorry, i guess it's wife now. That was some fucked up shit, and i know fucked up shit.
Moving on from the past, i raise the beer can to my lips and savour the taste, the bitter yet agonizingly sweet scent of the beer running down my throat.
"I'll be fine Drake, you said it yourself; I'm one of the toughest girls you've ever met." That part was very true, she was definitely one of - fuck that - THE toughest girl i had ever met in my entire life. And the fact that we're together is only testament to that.
"You sure?"
"Hey, you're the one who told me not to run away from my problems. Besides, i'm here for my mum."
"You know i hate it when people use my own words against me. Reminds too much of that transvestite i wrestled for my first World title in MPW."
"Well when you make it so easy, it's hard not to." I can imagine her sticking her tongue out right now, that cheeky yet determined look on her face.
"Funny, where have i heard that one before..." I say, grinning. She laughs, i laugh, take another sip of VB and walk over to the open computer. There's a little symbol flashing, and io click on it as her voice comes back.
"Anyway, i'll make sure to give the bastard what's coming to him soon enough. Until then, i'll see you tomorrow." I read the email, a smirk beginning to appear on my face. The top corners of my mouth raise slightly as i am only remotely paying attention to what she's saying for a moment, before my attetion is diverted away from the screen and back to my girlfriend.
"Yeah, i guess so."
"Where are you even going tonight anyway?"
"Strip club." I say, taking another sip.
"Drake..."
"I'm kidding!" I say, laughing. "I've got some business to attend to for the event. I'll see you tomorrow morning." I say my goodbye right as i pick up the small card on the bench , it reads.
To my Punk, come see me whenever you feel like it
Alysha Summers. Merlin's Strip Club
(with red lipstick smudged on the front of the card.)
Yeah, that's probably a business card i probably don't want her finding on my bench, i think to myself as i slip it into my pocket and walk out the door.
Still, what do i really care. Women don't control my life anymore. First my mum, then Alyssa, Lexi, Kahlan, a fresh start is exactly what i need. Let's just hope we end up in a different place.
The phone is buzzing again. Not Lacy, a different number. I grin, the same name coming up on my computer a few minutes ago.
"Hey, yeah i'm just walking out of the hotel now. No, haven't found a place yet. Yeah, i'll be there in twenty, we'll hit the booze tonight while we figure it all out." I push open the door and hear the response on the other end of the line, grinning as the familiar white lamborghini comes into my view.
"And mate." I grin. "Don't be late, there's only so much alcohol in the world..."