| Yes, You're Dreaming...; Showdown rp 1 | |
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| Alex Ross | May 28 2008, 09:00 PM Post #1 |
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The Perfect 10
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"Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?" Edgar Allen Poe. Poet. Author. Madman. Genius. Literature is much like professional wrestling. You have storylines with plot twists and dramatic irony. You have characters, all different varieties of them. All of the elements of fiction exist within the wrestling world but one... Conclusion within a plot. As one story takes off, another fades away, but there is never a clear resolution. As one hero rises, another falls and no one really knows what happens to them. There is no epilogue, there is nothing. The immediate future holds one open slot for the sVo's up-and-coming superstars and this Sunday at Showdown, that position will be battled over between Night, Travis Williams, and Alex Ross. One man will move up into the World Title division for the number one contender spot, and the remaining two will fade away unnoticed. All of the sudden Organized Chaos, the three of them surviving till the end, it won't matter at all. The spotlights shared among the winners of the biggest match in sVo history will merge into one. Two fallen heroes. Who will rise? Alex Ross plans in his own favor, giving the other two competitors little credit when and when credit is not due. Tonight he shares his thoughts. He has a message for each of his opponents. He tells the fans what to expect Sunday night. And finally, he tells Psyko Stevo to expect after the main event this week. It is bright. White, but almost yellow in tint. The entire screen is overwhelming to the eyes. The light fades, though. As it dims down, the scene becomes more clear, even with the circled glare through the camera lens. Alex Ross is sitting on a stool. It's a simple seat, really. There is no back, no fancy features to it, just a plain old wooden stool with four legs and a bar across them to set one's feet on. Ross is dressed somewhat business-casual with faded sunburst blue-jeans and a cream-white dress-shirt. The top two buttons are undone; the shirt is untucked. Over top of the shirt is a black sports coat with a white silk tuck in the front pocket. He sits looking into the camera, the camera sharpening, and Alex Ross becoming more and more clear. He gets a thumbs up off camera and he begins speaking. Alex Ross: *mockingly* I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming... Shhhh... Keep your voice down, Night is dreaming. The baby is sleeping. He's dreaming... I hear this a lot... "I'm dreaming..." I'll tell you what, I couldn't agree more with Night. He's dreaming all the time, every week that he shows his latex-fetish face around here. He's dreaming all about a world that he doesn't live in, a persosn that he has never and will never be. He dreams about people that he will never meet. All of the sudden these dreams help him learn something about himself week-by-week? Give me a fucking break, Night. I probably know more about you from hearing about your acid-induced delusions involving the butt-fucking of mystical creatures in the middle of a wrestling ring than your shrink could ever tell you. You want to learn about yourself? I'll play teacher. Have one of your sick wet-dreams about that one, Night. I'm up at a desk grading papers when Van Halen kicks in. I whip my glasses off and flick my hair back in slow motion to "Hot For Teacher". I get up and climb onto your desk. Are you getting this, Night? ... I finally throw myself at you. WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, don't get carried away though, because as I am throwing myself at you physically, but not figuratively, I catch you in a front flip! OH LORD THERE IT IS, THE PERFEXECUTION! ALEX ROSS LANDS HIS SIGNATURE MOVE WITH GRACE! Lesson. Over. What do you learn about yourself, Night? You have to look real deep for this one, the fact that you are just like everyone else in the sVo. You do not have special Donnie Darko abilities to think or act deeper, where if you look far enough within yourself, you can find the answer to any question. If you want an answer, Night, I'm more than willing to provide you with one. Unexplained cuts and bruises? You're a fucking wrestler, Night. You think that cuts are mysterious? How ever will you react to the broken bones and the hemorrhage in your head after Sunday night? Will you sit up in your bed, which of course is probably a cloud, scratch your head and shrug? Will you go on an adventure following a shadow named Tuna, asking for all of the answers? You're really selling yourself short when you say that you're dreaming, Night. You are dreaming all of the fucking time, in ring and out of the ring. The fact that you think you deserve a place in the World Title division is a dream. A dream within a dream. Edgar Allen Poe has nothing on you, at least he knew what he had become. "Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" You're becoming your own fictional character, Night. You are creating this enigma out of yourself, this mystical being, like you have some sort of connection with anything you say. Wake the fuck up, dude. Open your eyes and look around you. Blades of grass are not your dreams, they are blades of grass. Your dreams are something that our universe could never justifiably represent, mostly because you are just that batshit fucking out of your head insane. The International Title is a prize that I have won, and trust me, I am very happy for your win over the Grand Wizard there. But also trust me in saying that you need to figure out some priorities here. Do you want to keep the International Title, a great career booster, secure? Or do you want to possibly blow it because you have this big dream about someday becoming the World Champion? I've taken on Psyko Stevo before, Nighty. I'm one-one with the guy. What's your track record here? You beat me once? You made the final pin in Organized Chaos? Let me tell you something here, star shine, you would have went nowhere in that match had it not been for Travis Williams and I. You shouldn't be in this fucking match, we did all of the work for you. Is this how you've dealt with all of your matches? You take advantage of situations, do you? You take the win over me when I was unconditioned? You steal the win for Team Paige? Night, Sunday night... You're not on Team Paige anymore. We're all after the same thing and I can promise you that you will not walk out of this match the winner. You shouldn't even be allowed to compete in my league... With the insurance risks involved... You could randomly drop to the canvas during a match, break into a seizure or something... Start speaking in tongues... and finally come back to consciousness talking about flamboyant pinata-like figments of your imagination. Perhaps instead of the ropes in the squared circle, you would be a bit more comfortable bouncing off of a padded wall somewhere. Look into it, Night. Look out for yourself here... and avoid the humiliation of this week's edition of Showdown. As for Travis Williams, I don't know where to start. The guy is a hell of a competitor, I can give him that. Him and Night are both tough, they just aren't tough enough, see? They both have major character flaws which make their victory this Sunday quite unlikely. I mean, it's enough to be put up against 'The Perfect Ten' Alex Ross, which in his name alone tells you something about the odds here, but you tack on that emotional baggage from being a freak and you have yourself a very sad excuse for a wrestler. It's not just about toughness, Travis. I realize that I have a complex, but that superiority that I feel over you and the rest of the sVo, it's for a good reason, fella. You, I'm pretty sure, can not be considered having any sort of complex, it's more like somewhere between loser-denial and a really poor self-esteem. You're the highschool bully who takes kids' lunch money because his father used to force him to play swords when mommy was grocery shopping. Do you realize how blatant it is that you are really trying to convince yourself of the same things that you discuss week after week on camera? Could you build up your walls of sadness bricks and tear mortar any higher? You, my friend, are not going to go any higher than your precious little Las Vegas division Championship. They call it the title of opportunity here in the sVo, but I don't think you know that there is any more to the world than Las Vegas and Travis Williams. You make yourself out to be this monster in the ring but still have some sort of wit to you? I don't buy it, Willy. You have yourself and your title and that is all that is ever going to matter to you... It's all that you will need in life to keep you happy, so stay the fuck away from my World Title, okay? It's like the sVo special education program's funds have been cut from the budget and all of the sudden we're all equals being put in matches together. I can't stand it. Get out of my wrestling matches, you people. Let me live my life, climb the ladder success without your sausage fingers grabbing after my feet. I'm just glad that you are a realist. You've said that what is real to you is what is in front of you. Thank Christ. If we had two Nights in this match I think I'd probably consider myself the fucked up dude. But, being a realist like yourself, you have to eventually come to realize that you are just not cut out for the main event, and as I said, especially the World Title division. I've paid my dues and you haven't, that's that. I could do this with a broken neck, okay kid? In fact, I am doing this all with a broken neck... Imagine what I could have done in Organized Chaos without it, if I was at my one hundred percent. I would have had that final pin and the spotlight would be on me. Doesn't that make you angry? That Night has pulled ahead of us both, cut us off of the real glory in our victory, and taken it all for himself? You were there, what did he do for us? What could we not have done without him? We'd have managed... I'd have managed all by myself and you fucking zeroes all doubted I would make it to the end. People just don't understand me. They don't realize that I'm not all talk here... What I say is the truth, and if it isn't yet the truth, it will be soon. This week is where I have to prove myself again, like I have every other time, to finally get to where I should be. It's about time I am rewarded for my work the way I deserve, and I will not let either of you mess it up for me. Psyko Stevo? How are you feeling about this one? Basking in the victory over Mike Polowy? The guy is a wash-up. I have him my loyalty back when I was International Champion... I thought I was a part of the big-kids club. Fucking guy couldn't show his face when Cody Williams so blatantly tried to end my career. Here I am again, headed up to where I should have been all along, against the likes of you, Stevo. Against the likes of The Mike Effect. Against Kelly Flawless, that good for nothing partner of mine two weeks ago. You guys are all what I am going to avoid... Overrated, no good, has been sell-outs... All in some sort of Championship circle jerk to make sure that no one else gets a chance at the gold. I'll tell you what, Stevo, I won't have it. I'm going to take that title from you one way or another. I will take the World Title division by storm like I did the International Championship... Oh, that was from you, wasn't it Stevey? Remember that? Remember how you couldn't face your loss, you were devastated. Imagine that, your first sVo loss against a newbie like Alex Ross, some guy off the streets back home in las Vegas. Prepare for history to repeat itself. Just like you and Mikey boy have played hot potato with that title belt, I know how to work in cycles too, man. The only problem with my cycle is that it stops your repitition with the snap of a finger. All of the sudden Psyko Stevo doesn't have a place in the sVo anymore and he has to go off on an experiment in his career and pretend that it is supposed to make him a better person because of it. I'm the real deal, I'm not about the showmanship of this sport right now. Forget appealing to the senses with big lights and fancy backdrops and scenery. All I need is this empty room and a stool to install a warning in my opponents... and future opponents. But let it be known that you will never be able to prepare for Alex Ross, the most controversial superstar in the sVo... A former International Champion... The Davy to Psyko Stevo's Goliath in the past... And an Organized Chaos survivor. I am the Perfect Ten. Ten. Out. Of. Ten. Alex Ross stands up and keeps his eye on the camera. Still focused, he picks up the stool with one hand and meanders to camera-left with it. He wanders slowly off camera, still watching the camera, and we fade to black. And there it is, his mission statement. Is he truly 'The Perfect Ten"? Can he hold his own Sunday night against Night and Travis Williams? Will he end up against Psyko Stevo for the World Title? Many of these questions will be answered this week and in coming weeks, stay tuned. |
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