Post by League Of Awesomeness on Feb 2, 2011 2:07:26 GMT -5
“You can’t see tomorrow with yesterday’s eyes.” – Ryan Adams
(FADEIN: A shaking hand, bloodied somewhat.)
Frontier (V/O): “They say ‘be careful what you wish for.’”
(White tape is wrapped around the hand, little red blotches flowering through the cloth.)
Frontier (V/O): “I’m more inclined to believe that had I shown any considerable degree of care or forethought to this point in my PWE career…I probably wouldn’t where I am right now.”
(The hand balls into a fist.)
Frontier (V/O): “Plunge blindly towards the end-goal. Ignore the whispers of the malcontents from the sidelines, the darkened corners of self-castration and illusory glass ceilings. Rage, rage, rage against the compelling arguments of common sense. I once stood on the other side of a pane of glass and dared to daydream about immortality. Now I stand before you today…”
(The fist pounds into the other hand.)
Frontier (V/O): “…very, very, very stoned.”
(FTB – Then FADEIN: The kitchen of Frontier’s lake cabin. The Rising Star shuffles slowly towards the counter opposite the table and chairs, his movements slow and cautious. With a grunt, he lifts an arm to pop the cap off a bottle of Knob Creek and pours himself a healthy tumbler-full. After plinking a few ice cubes into the glass he turns and slowly makes his way back across the room, carefully placing the glass on the table before flopping down into a chair.)
Frontier: “Show me something you can predict, and I’ll show you something unpredictable. I’ll be honest, I was expecting Randolph to come out guns and mouth blazing.
(Lighting a cigarette) "But I was wrong, and not for the first time."
“R.W., I might be a joker, a smoker, and a midnight toker, but I understand the desire to be the best more than most do. Without getting too personal or firing up a long story you’re not interested in hearing, that same desire basically cost me everything but this cabin I’m perched on the roof of, and the people gathered around below waiting for me to fall. Everywhere I go, it drives me…and drives me crazy.
“You say you have something to prove to the masses, that you don’t want the image of the Broken Saint losing to K-Money to be the one that sticks in people’s minds, that you’re capable of much more.
“Well I have something to prove too, R.W.
“…that I belong; that I'm not just here because my I share the bloodline of the owner; that my accolades wasn’t a recognition of what had come to pass, but rather, a preview of coming attractions…a herald of the future.
“I need to prove that my momentum hasn’t gone away, R.W. And that’s where we both come into play for one another, isn’t it? PWE has wiped the slate clean and given everyone on board an amazing opportunity. There can only be a few giants in a room packed with midgets, Mr. Randolph, and I think you and I wanna strap on the platforms more than just about anyone else here.
“And so we continue with the Road to Glory, and a match we’ve both been waiting for. You get a chance to beat the red-hot new kid – relatively speaking – and make a statement to the rest of PWE that says ‘I’m back and better than ever’…and I get a chance to beat a living legend and make a statement of my own:
“Y’all ain’t seen NUTHIN’ yet.”
The Rising Star flicks his cigarette away. It bounces down the side of the roof, embers scattering with every contact made against shingle, before rolling into the gutter and sizzling out in the dew.
“Maybe everyone is right, R.W.…maybe going into this match, you’re the favorite, the overhyped star, wanting to take down a smaller dog, and I’m perched down below, the Dreamer, with a target on my back…
“…but at Solitary 63 on February 4th, I plan on showing PWE, and the world, that that’s not where I belong.”
".. I'm the one, that belongs on top."
(FTB)
(FADEIN: A shaking hand, bloodied somewhat.)
Frontier (V/O): “They say ‘be careful what you wish for.’”
(White tape is wrapped around the hand, little red blotches flowering through the cloth.)
Frontier (V/O): “I’m more inclined to believe that had I shown any considerable degree of care or forethought to this point in my PWE career…I probably wouldn’t where I am right now.”
(The hand balls into a fist.)
Frontier (V/O): “Plunge blindly towards the end-goal. Ignore the whispers of the malcontents from the sidelines, the darkened corners of self-castration and illusory glass ceilings. Rage, rage, rage against the compelling arguments of common sense. I once stood on the other side of a pane of glass and dared to daydream about immortality. Now I stand before you today…”
(The fist pounds into the other hand.)
Frontier (V/O): “…very, very, very stoned.”
(FTB – Then FADEIN: The kitchen of Frontier’s lake cabin. The Rising Star shuffles slowly towards the counter opposite the table and chairs, his movements slow and cautious. With a grunt, he lifts an arm to pop the cap off a bottle of Knob Creek and pours himself a healthy tumbler-full. After plinking a few ice cubes into the glass he turns and slowly makes his way back across the room, carefully placing the glass on the table before flopping down into a chair.)
Frontier: “Show me something you can predict, and I’ll show you something unpredictable. I’ll be honest, I was expecting Randolph to come out guns and mouth blazing.
(Lighting a cigarette) "But I was wrong, and not for the first time."
“R.W., I might be a joker, a smoker, and a midnight toker, but I understand the desire to be the best more than most do. Without getting too personal or firing up a long story you’re not interested in hearing, that same desire basically cost me everything but this cabin I’m perched on the roof of, and the people gathered around below waiting for me to fall. Everywhere I go, it drives me…and drives me crazy.
“You say you have something to prove to the masses, that you don’t want the image of the Broken Saint losing to K-Money to be the one that sticks in people’s minds, that you’re capable of much more.
“Well I have something to prove too, R.W.
“…that I belong; that I'm not just here because my I share the bloodline of the owner; that my accolades wasn’t a recognition of what had come to pass, but rather, a preview of coming attractions…a herald of the future.
“I need to prove that my momentum hasn’t gone away, R.W. And that’s where we both come into play for one another, isn’t it? PWE has wiped the slate clean and given everyone on board an amazing opportunity. There can only be a few giants in a room packed with midgets, Mr. Randolph, and I think you and I wanna strap on the platforms more than just about anyone else here.
“And so we continue with the Road to Glory, and a match we’ve both been waiting for. You get a chance to beat the red-hot new kid – relatively speaking – and make a statement to the rest of PWE that says ‘I’m back and better than ever’…and I get a chance to beat a living legend and make a statement of my own:
“Y’all ain’t seen NUTHIN’ yet.”
The Rising Star flicks his cigarette away. It bounces down the side of the roof, embers scattering with every contact made against shingle, before rolling into the gutter and sizzling out in the dew.
“Maybe everyone is right, R.W.…maybe going into this match, you’re the favorite, the overhyped star, wanting to take down a smaller dog, and I’m perched down below, the Dreamer, with a target on my back…
“…but at Solitary 63 on February 4th, I plan on showing PWE, and the world, that that’s not where I belong.”
".. I'm the one, that belongs on top."
(FTB)