| Unexpectation.; Showdown #29 RP #1 | |
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| Thornhill | Jun 11 2008, 02:12 PM Post #1 |
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The Revolution
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**EDIT: Finally in color ** **knock knock** -=The sounds of knuckle rapping on wood awaken Matt Thornhill from a midday nap in his hotel room in Ireland. The rest of the sVo has travelled on to their next destination; Matt decided to stay back an extra day and take in a few of the sights. However, his body has not adjusted to the differences in times between Europe and Alabama, and jumping into the World Tour midstream has wrecked his internal clock. His sleep schedule is wrecked. The persistent knocking at the door of his hotel room isn't helping matters any, either. At first, Matt tries to just block the noise out, but over time the knocking becomes louder and sharper. Finally, Thornhill rolls out of bed and throws a pair of sleep pants on over his boxers he was napping in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he trudges over towards the door. Without checking to see who's at the door, and without thinking that this might be a good idea, Thornhill swings the door open wide and stands, eyes wide and jaw dropped, at the man who was creating all the commotion.=- MT: I never thought I'd have to see your sorry ass again... Man: Ain't you gonna let me in, you sonofabitch? -=Apparently, they know each other.=- MT: Yeah, sure...whatever. What the hell are you doing here? You KNOW this is Ireland, right? How did you find me? Man: A heard you were tryin to make a comeback with some fed outta Vegas. SO I called a friend of a friend to see what was up. Did a little research, found out you were here, and voila. Here I am. Thought I'd come give you some kindly advice. I know you gotta be happy to see me, old friend. MT: "Joe Wilburn" and "friend" don't go together for me. I don't too often take "kindly advice" from people who have attempted to KILL me numerous times in my life. And in case you haven't noticed, my comeback is going pretty well so far. I don't NEED any advice. -=Joe Wilburn takes a seat in one of the chairs in the room, his large frame looking every bit the part of a man capable of making attempts on one's life a frightening thing to think about. He takes off his Yankees cap and sets it on the table next to him, revealing a greying, balding head of short cropped hair.=- JW: That's where you're wrong, buddy boy. You ain't gonna amount to a damn thing in the sVo if you don't listen to what I've got to say. I guaran-damn-tee you you won't sniff championship gold without my help. MT: Yeah, well...I'm not after the gold. I'm after the chance to see if I can still compete at a high lev-- JW: Bull-fricking-SHIT, Thorny. Don't feed me that worn-out boy scout line you're tryin to peddle right now. You might have these chumps in the sVo convinced of that, but you ain't foolin' me. I know you too good. It's not just about competing for you...it ain't just about makin sure your knee can still bounce around a wrestling ring. You want to win, kid. You want to win big. -=Silence for a moment...then Thornhill speaks with spite...a righteous indignation in his voice=- MT: Well...so far, so good. JW: Are you kiddin me? You call what you've done so far in the sVo a success? You beat a guy who was a frickin' zombie in the ring--he acted like he hadn't even shown up--in your debut. And I'm sure I'm just like the rest of the frickin' world when I say I don't know HOW IN THE HELL you came away beatin' the preacher. He outclassed you in EVERY sense of the word, and I PROMISE if you bring that same effort into the ring against him whenever y'all face off against each other next...he's gonna wipe the floor with you. MT: I face him...THIS WEEK... on Showdown. It's myself...Billy Jacobs...and William Vorheez. JW: Then there's TWO guys that'll get a shot at knockin' you off your high horse this week, because lemme tell you...Vorheez is NO JOKE in the ring, either. You're on Showdown now, kid...you're not gonna get any cupcakes like you did in your debut, and you're sure as hell not gonna fluke yourself into any wins like you did against Jacobs. You've got to become Matt Thornhill again. MT: What are you talking about, Joe? I AM Matt Thornhill. JW: No, kid...you ain't. You're like a robot. A predictable...boring...robot. I know the moves you're gonna do before you do em. Drew, Steele, Manson, TJ...they've all seen this crap you're putting out before, too. Once the sVo gets to watch you for a bit, they'll have you nailed. You look just like the Matt Thornhill that got his start in the CWF...nice to everyone...a little polite Peter on the mic, and a moveset that says "yeah, I've got talent, but I'm too big of a puss to unleash it on you." That's who you've become, Matt! Where's that edge? Where's that vicious streak? Where's that unpredictability? Where's the anger....the hatred...the disrespect? -=Thornhill flashes fury in his eyes, a fire that quickly engulfs his speech as well.=- MT: I AM NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE! I've changed...I've changed for the better. JW: Well...THAT MAN...is your ONLY chance at achieving success in the sVo. If you want to be the little curtain-jerker who goes and signs autographs for little kids at the Toys R Us, you go ahead and keep on the path you're on now. Enjoy the amazing success that getting back into the ring and wrestling has afforded you! You're just like Tenacious Z in that case! But if you want to succeed...and YOU KNOW that success is found in titles...in winning...then cut the crap, Thornhill. Unleash that beast that you've got caged up inside. Let that anger...that fury...that unrivaled drive--let it back out. Remember the disrespect the boys in the CWF showed you as you frolicked through the daises when you first started out over there. That's gonna be you here, too...IF you don't do something about it. -=Silence. Wilburn has said all he came to say...the message he had to travel halfway around the world to deliver. And Thornhill...Thornhill is speechless. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he knows Joe is right...about everything. Just getting in the ring isn't enough -- winning is more important. Heck, winning is not enough -- dominating is more important. Championship gold...even more important than that. The blank expression on Matt's face tells Joe all he needs to know...Matt knows what he has to do. Grabbing his Yankees hat off of the table, Joe heads for the door and, without a word, closes it behind himself, leaving Matt Thornhill alone with his thoughts, and with methods and actions he thought he'd long since laid to rest.=- -------------- -=Tick, tock. Matt Thornhill's plans for an afternoon nap were completely dashed, and now his ability to sleep when it's dark out haven't materialized, either. He's tried everything to doze off, but he keeps waking up to the same nightmare: himself. Once upon a time, Matt Thornhill was a rising star in the CWF, one of the company's top faces and most popular performers. Thornhill had won gold...but not THE gold, and it did not seem as though he could just...quite...break...through. A man by the name of Donovan Travv saw in Thornhill the potential to be great, but at a great cost. Travv matched Thornhill up with a couple of multiple-time World Champions: Travv's own pet project, a man-beast known as Arioch, and the at-the time sickly deranged Mike Manson. Together, the three of them were known as the UnHoly Trinity, and the three of them collectively turned the CWF upside down. Displaying dominance that has rarely been equaled in any organization, the Trinity collected all the gold the CWF had to offer, culminating in Matt Thornhill's first World Title victory. Thornhill learned a lot from those men -- namely, that pulling out all the stops, that being brutally vicious and efficient, would lead to success against those not willing to take such measures -- but practically sold his soul in the process, turning his back on all that he had worked so hard to make his career stand for. "The Residential Hero", as he was known by namy, had become an efficient wrecking ball of an athlete, spearheading domination after domination as the Trinity slowly killed the CWF. Put simply, Thornhill had become all that he had stood against, and he paid for those sins in the form of a Dodge Ram pickup being driven by someone willing to show themselves more brutal than he. This was the incident that put Thornhill out of wrestling for five long, agonizing years -- and Thornhill knew he deserved such an indictment. He vowed that if he ever made it back, he'd find some other way -- any other way -- to rise to the top again. There is no other way. He's resigned himself to that fact. The war going through his mind currently is this: do I stick to my guns, and do the best I can competing as I am now through force of will? Or, do I pull out all the stops, and attempt to rise through the ranks through sheer force? Sleep will not come tonight. The long flight across the Atlantic does not induce sleep. The bus ride to the hotel does not induce sleep. So, when Thornhill drags himself to the studio where he plans to shoot a promo for Showdown, he is a disheveled wreck. Thornhill does his best to cover his mental struggles by dressing especially sharp for this appearance, wearing a bright blue shirt with a black tie and black pants, and the appearance of taking care of his hair for a change, but nothing can hide the tired, haunting look of his eyes and the weary smile plastered across his face as he takes his place in front of the simple brick backdrop.=- MT: The next step in the battle has begun...my debut on Showdown is this week. A hot crowd and live television will greet me on Sunday, a slightly larger audience of people who don't have a clue who I am screaming my name, more people wondering what in the world I'm doing in a match with a couple of guys who have generated quite a bit of buzz in the beginning stages of their sVo careers. We've got William Vorheez, who has shown himself strong early on in his career, and Billy Jacobs, a man who has received widespread critical acclaim from the wrestling community, and the mainstream media, for the message he's bringing to the world of professional wrestling. And then... -=Thornhill pauses, and grins a sheepish, sleepy smile.=- ...you've got me, the washed up has-been who hasn't mattered since gas was under $2.00 a gallon. The man who hasn't had a meaningful match since there were WMD's in Iraq. And I'm supposed to matter? I'm supposed to be relevant? I'm supposed to make an impact, not just in this match but in the sVo as a whole? ... Oh, I will. You see, guys, the kid gloves are coming off. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy. Any other cliches I can throw out there that mean "I'm about to kick everyone's ass"? If you think of some, let me know. For so long, I've flirted with this dreamy notion that I could be everybody's friend here in the sVo and still be successful out in the ring. I have since come to see the error in my ways. I realize how wrong I've been... ...and soon, you will all see how right I am. Billy Jacobs. You will see the biggest difference, given that you're probably going to be the only person in the arena that has any clue who I am. Vorheez, you'll learn soon enough. All of you will. -=Thornhill stares at the camera intently until the red light goes off, then slumps into a chair positioned nearby, obviously completely spent. One of the video assistants comes over, offering to show him the replay. Thornhill refuses; he doesn't want to see who he's becoming. FTB.=- Edited by Thornhill, Jun 14 2008, 02:33 AM.
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