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| Two Years Ago...; (00 and Hanibal) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 23 2007, 04:50 AM (248 Views) | |
| Reese | Jun 23 2007, 04:50 AM Post #1 |
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Self-Proclaimed Submission Master
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The scene fades in to a shot of the roof of the site of POW's Access Denied 2007, Charlotte Bobcats Arena. Those who have followed Reese's career may recognize that this is certainly not going to be a fun-loving promo... as whenever Reese has ever been spotted on a roof, it's always been just the opposite. His natural blond hair flows in the breeze, as he stands with one leg on the ledge, and the other firmly on the roof. He peers out over the city before him. He starts talking... Maybe to himself. Maybe to the cameraman that he hasn't seen, but maybe told to come. Or maybe, just to get it out. Reese: "So, here we are... Two years have passed since...." He stops. He takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes, which can barely be seen from the slightly-behind, slightly to the side, angle of the cameraman. He opens his mouth to finish, but there is no sound. He stops once again, and, just as before, takes in a breath. He tries again. Reese: "Two years since I lost every-" He stops himself. Shakes his head violently and continues. His voice shows a bit of anger. Reese: "No... Since it was all TAKEN from me!" He opens his mouth, looking ready to start screaming... but once again, manages to keep it in. Instead, he just takes another deep breath of the North Carolinan air. Reese: "Two years since I waged one of the most physically taxing and emotionally shattering wars..." His eyes, once again, close tightly. He places the palms of his hands on his temples, as if trying to make the image in his head go away. Reese: "... That glass cage..." Keeping his hands on his head, he shakes his head once again. Violently. Reese: "... but that wasn't the worst of it. All the while, knowing that I had to win. Not for my title. Not for my fans. Not for me. But for Her..." He stops shaking his head. His hands drop to his sides. His head remains down, as if staring at the ledge beneath his boot... but his eyes remain closed. His voice is shaky, but still solid. Reese: "I was more vicious that night than I have ever been in my life..." He pauses for a moment. Just a moment. Reese: "Except for one." He slowly lifts his head, and once again, watches over the night skyline of Charlotte, NC. His voice is no longer shaky. Instead soft, and sincere sounding. Reese: "Except for the night that I did more than break the mother fucker in half! When I took it to him. In his cage. In his structure. And proceeded to empty my entire being into every punch, kick, and slam.... For Him. For Her. For the lies." Once again, the first Gladiator Champion takes in a breath, but this time, releases a sigh. His voice remains soft. Almost engulfed by the winds. Reese: "There isn't a day that goes by..." He pauses. Reese: "... And don't think that..." He pauses. Reese: "... It still..." He drops his head again. Lets it drape for a few seconds then spins around and faces the camera. His voice is considerably more stern. Yet it almost sounds like it's going to break any second now. Break either into silence. A scream. Or possibly even sobs and tears. Reese: "Don't you ever think that that doesn't still haunt me!! That I'm not still battling those demons! Don't think that I don't still look back at two years ago and realize that I had it all! I had the adoring fans! I had the title! I had the respect! I had the girl! I had the friends! And I had...." His voice breaks into silence. His lips move, but the sound ceases to exist. He clenches his eyelids together as hard as he can, takes in a deep breath and slowly, and softly, repeats his last words. Reese: "... And I had the enemies." He opens his eyes back up. Stares deep into the camera, and continues. Reese: "Truth be told... it wasn't Hanibal that broke me, last month..." He wets his lips, breathes in, and releases. Reese: "It was the violence... And the ladder." He takes another deep breath in. Reese: "When I saw it, it all came rushing back. My battle with Him. I was overcome with rage once again.... but I tried to fight it back. To not only battle the physical threat that was Hanibal, but also the mental threat that was Telepathy. I was not in the match to seriously hurt Hanibal. I was in it to compete. For a challenge. But that changed, in the match. Hanibal stopped being Hanibal in my eyes for a few minutes, and started being Him. And when I realized that it wasn't Him, but Hanibal, I fought it back. Trying not to end another career." Michael brushes his hair back with his hand, but the wind blows it right back. Reese: "I held back. But my opponent didn't. He overwhelmed me and tried to crush me. It wasn't just about winning to him. It was about engraving his name into POW history even further, by not just defeating me at my own game, but by ending my career entirely. That's what he's all about. Himself." He stares into the camera, blankly. His eyes barely blink, and his breathing has finally returned to normal. Reese: "But to me, it wasn't just Hanibal who defeated me. It was Him... and Her. And that night, I realized why He's called "Telepathy." Even after all this time... He's still tearing apart my mind... just as much as She is." He brushes his hair back, once again, but, just as before, it's futile. He sighs. Reese: "So, forgive me, if I choose to never have a Hardcore match again. It's not because I'm afraid of what my opponents may do, but rather, terrified of what I may do to them." Reese takes a few steps closer to the camera. He stares it down, deeply. Reese: "But to you, Double-O... If you wish to compete against me in a wrestling match, then I accept. But if you wish to battle against me in a fight... I have to, respectfully, decline." Knowing well and good, that the match is already scheduled as a regular singles match, Reese continues. Reese: "So, leave your anger and rage in the locker room, and come to the ring with just your spirit of competition, and we'll have a match for the ages!" Almost as if, by a complete transformation due to just simply venting, Reese shines a small smile, and he walks off camera. It once again fades to darkness. |
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| D.Clark | Jun 30 2007, 02:26 AM Post #2 |
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POW President
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* The scene opens to 00Sexay with a dumbbell in his hand. An exercise machine is in the background, but the setting looks too comfortable to be a gym. 00 finishes his set and drops the weight. * 00Sexay: Chairs... ladders... trashcans... kitchen sinks... That's what you're dreaming of at night, Reese? No wonder you're all up in the state of depression standing on the roof top ready to jump. The Double-O's been in this business a long time, and I've had moments when I wasn't at my greatest... moments I've wanted to have back. But you gotta roll with it. If you're dealt a bad hand, you draw for better cards. Now I can sit here and tell you straight up that the Double-O has never been in a match like the one you're talking about. And I'm not making any plans to be in one, that's for sure. All those weapons and extreme-ness... that just ain't how the Double-O rolls. Gimme a hockey stick, maybe, but even then I'd rather use it the way it was meant to be used. * 00 smiles after referring back to his days in Junior hockey. * 00Sexay: But I train here in my basement. And if I ever need a reminder of what it takes to make it to the top of the mountain, all I have to do is look up onto the walls... look up at the accolades the Double-O has accumulated over the years; the trophies, the championship belts... They're all here. * The camera pans away from 00, showing the achievements on the walls of his basement. 00 stands up and walks back into the picture. * 00Sexay: These trophies and belts represents achievement throughout my career, but they also carry with them many scars. * 00 looks up at one of the Titles on the wall; the name can't be made out. * 00Sexay: This one right here... I bled like hell that night, but I took home the prize. A Steel Cage Champion... didn't sound too appealing, but when you're just getting started, you can't fold too many times. * 00 takes a couple steps and focuses on another Title. It reads: ECWNG Intercontinental Champion. * 00Sexay: This one... ask your mad cat friend The Panther about that night. He had that bitch Crystal in his corner, but the Double-O wasn't alone either. * The camera then moves along to the next Titles on the wall, the two biggest ones on display thinking that's where 00 is going next. But instead he walks back to the bench. The camera follows. * 00Sexay: In this business, it doesn't matter what you've got going on, you get out there and fight. So while I've never stepped into a Pound match, a Lockdown structure, or All Creation... if given the opportunity, with the right stakes up for grabs, the Double-O wouldn't hesitate to jump. But at Access Denied, that won't be necessary. You've been considered one of the most technically sound superstars in the POW, so if it's a wrestling match you want from the Double-O... that's a challenge I will easily accept. * 00Sexay picks up the dumbbell with his other hand and starts another set as the camera fades out. * |
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