[???]I don't care if this has nothing to do with FWF. Because, right now, I'm going off on a tangent...Death. It happens to everyone, eventually. Everyone deals with it in one stage of life or another. Family members die, family friends die, best friends die. We should expect it. Yet, when it happens, we go into stretches of depression. We turn away from the world and our friends and would rather be alone then let other comfort us. But there are comforts for some of us. Some of us have things to distract us, to take our minds off of things. He has wrestling. He gets to do something that he really loves to do. And, like some people think, it's not about the hitting and beating, it's about the love for the game. Some people love basketball and baseball, he loves wrestling. He loves stepping into the squared circle. He loves locking up with his opponent and testing his skill against the best there is. He LOVES FWF. For him, it's not about the money, because to him, it's not a business, it's life. It's his job. Many people don't realize that wrestling is a job just like working in an office. But in this job, people get to have fun. They get to do what they WANT. They get to have alternate personas. They get to live their dreams of being adorned and worshiped. With today's society, wrestling is one of the, if not the most, watched events in the world. But again, wrestling isn't like basketball or baseball. Because, in those sports, most of the atheletes are out for the money. I can say personally, in the back of the arenas, in the corporate offices of the buildings, in the locker rooms, there is love between these guys. So when someone dies, everyone knows, and everyone comforts those closest to the deceased. Now that may happen in baseball or basketball, but no where at the level it happens here. And do you know why?! Because these men give their all out there every day. They see the kind of performance that they put on day in and day out and they realize how draining that is. The last thing a wrestler needs is to come into the back and sit alone and hear that their best friend has died. It kills them, almost to the point where they want to give it all up. They don't know the point. But because of that bond, because they have those people to comfort them, they persevere and survive. And THAT is exactly what life is all about. SURVIVAL.[???]
[???]The scene fades in to show a dark room. The walls lined with with pictures of two men, the same in every picture, together. In one picture, they are fishing, in another that are on a rollercoaster, and on another they are...IN A WRESTLING RING? You look around to see more of the same. The two men are usually similing or laughing. And then, your view changes, as you hear something. You turn and you see him, sitting in the corner, cyring. His white shirt is drenched with tears and next to him lies a half-empty bottle of liquor. He reaks of vodka.[???]
Sane: Why did you have to go? Why? You were my mentor. You were everything to me. We were always laughing about nothing, but it still made perfect sense. You were the reason I stayed around. You were the reason I wanted to live. But now, you're gone. And you're not transfering, or going to a different coast. You're really gone, for good. You're DEAD! But why now?! Tomorrow marks a milestone and when I walk into the back, you won't be there to congratulate me. You won't be on the other side of the phone line when I need some one to calm me down. Now, I have to go out on my own.
[???]He wipes the tears away as he pulls his head up. His eyes are bloodshot, but he knows he must continue. You stare at him, wondering why he cries.[???]
Sane: It all makes me wonder. What side are you really on? Who are you helping? Who's hand are you shaking and who's ass are you really kissing? Am I supposed to believe that all of this shit that's gone on is nothing but a coincidence? Am I supposed to believe that you're really trying to help me? Or maybe I should forget all of the thinking and go straight to beating your ass. Hmmm, maybe that would work. After all, you seemed to have stopped thinking and have gone straight to screwing me over. Which brings me back to the original question, who are you working for? Is he paying you to screw with me or do you somehow think that you're actually improving our "hate-hate" relationship? The way I see it, you're doing nothing but dampening your own career, because after I'm done with Brown, I'm coming after YOU. That's right, I'm sick of you screwing with me. After Sunday, I want you. One night, quick and easy. After that, you can go on your merry way and find someone else to bug, but after I deal with you, I don't want you near me...EVER. I don't want you calling me. I don't want you interfering with me. I don't want you mentioning me. Because, right now, all I want is you out of my life and his lifeless carcass in my hands.
[???]He finally stands and you can see he is wearing a pair of black pants, wrinkled as if he hadn't taken them off in days. He leans down picks up the bottle, standing it on a table. He picks up a shirt and jacket, laying crumpled next to the table.[???]
Sane: I must continue, for my life, as turbulent and rough as it is, goes on...You probably thought this would be your easiest conquest. You probably thought you would have no trouble disposing of a trusting and easily-manipluated man. It would be something you would laugh about thirty years later. You figured that after End of an Era, I'd dissappear. I'd leave you alone and drop this hatred. It'd be all over and you'd have your fifth title. IDIOT. Did you really think that I would just fade into the distance? Did you think that my obsession with feeling your blood in my hands would stop after End of an Era. Oh no, that was just the beginning. You see, you got to play your mind games, and now I'm going to play some. I'm going to play with your emotions, your thoughts. I'm going to make you doubt every one of your instincts until you can't even think something without chaning your mind three times...These next few months are going to be the most painful you've ever experienced. You're going to know EXACTLY what it was you did to me. Not just what you see on the outside, the scars and the broken bones, but you're going to see how demented my mind really is. You're going to see how SICK of a man I can be. You'll experience things you've never dreamed of in your worst nightmare. You'll feel and see things that you thought could only happen in movies. But most importantly, you'll know that you never should have crossed me. You'll know that you NEVER should have started with me....But think about itl, do you think I learned nothing? Do you think that I'm still the easily-manipluated pawn in your petty games? Do you think that I'm still going to underestimate you? Ha. You see, you forget that I WAS your protege for three months. I watched you, learned from you, imitated you...(Puts head down, leaving subject)...what a fool I was...to trust you...I should have seen it...I should have stop...(Jerks head up)
[???]He collapses on a bed near him and you can begin to hear the tears once again. He lies face first, sobbing his way to sleep, once again. You wonder what could have made this man, once so tough, now so fragile. The camera fades....[???]
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