Post by redmode on Jan 22, 2010 23:20:39 GMT -5
(the scene: An old run down arena/gym with a ring in the center
The ropes are faded and the match smells of sweat and blood. The seats are empty now, and there are more cobwebs then concession stands now. Yet this is where it all began so very long ago.
It was packed to the rafters as an unknown rookie with not a mark on his flesh came out from behind a curtain that is no longer there and made his way down to the ring to face someone called GoldRush.
Now nearly ten years later that rookie is a living legend but like this arena he to has been nearly forgotten. Yet he still remembers the feeling, the nervousness, the excitement in his blood as he left with a win that night. His first of many.)
Red Mode: Now look at me. I am older, wiser, a bit more powerful but a lot more scarred, not just the physical wounds but the mental ones as well. Where did the time go, what happened to that young man so ready to take on the business and change it.
A voice that many would recognize speaks...)
He became an old fart like me, only I knew when to call it quits.
(The owner of the voice makes his way down to ringside and sits in the front row. Andrew Costeal, the man, the myth, the legend.)
How you doing brother?
Oh, I am a bit overwhelmed actually. Got this championship match with Gabe coming up and not only do I doubt if I can win. I am actually not sure if I want to.
Now that doesn't sound like the man who gave me numerous scars over the years.
Heh, remember chicks dig scars. How is your wife doing anyway?
Phoenix is great man, and our little man is doing wonderful as well. He is finally starting to sleep at night.
Man you a father, and me a godfather. Who would have thought it when we first started out eh?
None of our friends that is for sure. I hardly keep in contact with anyone anyway. We just went out separate ways, after well you know who went insane.
You still talk to him?
On occasion, he still hates your guts.
Man, he must be enjoying himself now. Hearing about how I don't have it anymore.
He is petty, just like Gabe. Look man, you've been through hell the past year. Yet you took chances to grow as a person. You expanded your horizons and figured out that you don't need this life to get by. What you did took guts. Now you just have to go out and do what you do best, kick ass and survive.
You're right of course. Yet so is Gabe in a way.
What do you mean?
When he said I sold my soul. He is right, but I didn't sell it to Saint. I sold it to the devil himself and he collected on it. Listen you know the first time it closed I joined the KCW right, a mans got to eat.
Yeah
Well when it reopened I had a choice. Do I stay here, remain champ and a hall of famer with creative control of my character, give back to someone that was always a friend and loyal to me. Or do I go back to where it all started and try to be loyal to that person. Well we all know how that turned out. SO Gabe is right, I sold my soul and in doing so, I lost my interest, my passion, my friends, and my legacy.
Listen man, yeah you fucked up. We all do. Yet you keep talking about your legacy. Look around you man. You are a staff member of a successful federation. You are its King of the Deathmatch Champion, you have your friends that are loyal to you, you are the godfather to my child. That sir, is your legacy and no one, not he who shall not be named, not Saint, not Gabe, no one can take that away from you. The only one who can do that, is well you.
You are right of course. I don't need reality tv, or flashy gimmicks or all the glory that Gabe has. I have this ring and the entire arena at my disposal. That is all I need. Hey remember our first tapai death match?
How could I forget. I still have the scars on the back of my scalp where you punched me in the head with the glass. Still I got you back my sticking that lightbulb tube down your throat and stomping on it..
Yeah, I coughed up blood for a week after that still we are still here.
That we are, then there was that time you suffered a shattered leg in the opening of the match, still managed to find the will to finish and set yourself on fire and jump 30 feet down to the ground to crush your opponent.
Good memories. Hey remember when we were partners and fought the Bauer boys all through the arena and out on the streets in that non televised match?
How could I forget...that was brutal, who knew you could actually get your boot stuck in someones ass without lube. I think that is why it was not shown, damn censorship. The point is this though, you have been though hell man and survived. Fuck hell itself is afraid of you. Gabe is just to naive to know the real you like we all do. You never went full Red Mode in the KCW, you've learned to hold back because of your newfound respect for life. For one night let it all go and be the Red Mode like you use to be. Like the song says, you might not be good as your once were, but you are as good once as your ever were.
You listen to country?
The wife seems to like it, I'm hoping its just a phase.
Anyway you have a point and Gabe did make a mistake, a classic heel move that as always is going to backfire on him.
What is that, underestimating you?
No, well that too, but no, he called me old and broken down. Look at it this way, if he wins all he did was beat down and old washed up man. Not something to be proud of on a resume. Yet when I win, he will have lost to a broken down has been. Once again what does that say about him then?
That he is a token champion that was only given the title and couldn't even beat a washed up old man to keep it?
You nailed it man. See Gabe can watch all the tapes he wants to, he can do all the research on me, I have nothing to hide. I have lost alot of matches, I have been hurt countless times, I have been inconsistent as far as holding onto titles and my mental state of being goes..
Now don't be to hard on yourself
No, No, let me finish. I am still here though. For nearly a decade I have bleed, I have suffered, I have gave my heart my mind and my soul to this business, asking nothing in return, just for a chance to prove to myself and my fans that I am worthy of this cruel mistress they call wrestling. I have left but I have always come back for more. I have faced bigger men and they have fallen, I have faced more evil men, and they have fallen, I have faced hall of famers, owners, beasts, criminals, vampires..
Ha
..the best and the worst that the sport and society had to offer and they are all gone. The fed, the owners, the hall of famers. They have all moved on after trying to get the better of me and failing. They have left not only failing at stopping me but they have left the business and I am still here, still fighting for not only myself, but the legacy and heritage of this sport. What type of man would I be if I didn't give it every once of my soul, every fiber of my being, every drop of blood in my body and every gasp of air in my lungs to stop Gabe from taking the KCW down a very dangerous path with him as champion?
Now you are talking man. You are finally getting back into Red Mode.
And it fits just like a Glove to. He thought my match was Chupa as violent. Hell Chupa is my friend and Student. I like Chupa. If I could do that to someone I like, what do you think I will do to him?
Whatever it takes.
Damn right. He may be younger than me. He may try to get another promo out. Yet he is to young to know that it is not the amount of words you say but the quality of the promo. Something that speaks from the heart. That sums up your passion without calling your opponent, old, washed up or stupid. Gabe is a great wrestler, a nasty human being but a great wrestler. Yet for one night only, I will be more ruthless, more cunning, more daring, more violent, I will take him to places and do things to him that he cannot yet fathom the pain that will go though his body and the torture that will go through his mind.
You are going to go Red Mode on him and you are going to win.
No, I am going to go Red Mode on him and I am going to prove a point. I came back to wrestling to finish up unfinished business. If I win so be it, if I lose so be it. Yet I am going to have fun beating the hell out of him and shutting him up and making him think twice about who he talks shit about. Then after he is broken and battered, when he can barley stand without help, when he is pissing blood for a week, when he looks at all his fresh scars and stitches and burns, when his brains unscramble from the concussion, then we will move on and see who truly is the greatest in our era.
You are no longer taking about Gabe are you, you know I am not coming back. Even if it is to fight with or against you.
No I am not taking about you my brother. You will see what the future has for this fed and for me. One final battle to finish the war that was begun so very long ago...let me tell you about the History of the KCW.
(With that our scene fades to black)
The ropes are faded and the match smells of sweat and blood. The seats are empty now, and there are more cobwebs then concession stands now. Yet this is where it all began so very long ago.
It was packed to the rafters as an unknown rookie with not a mark on his flesh came out from behind a curtain that is no longer there and made his way down to the ring to face someone called GoldRush.
Now nearly ten years later that rookie is a living legend but like this arena he to has been nearly forgotten. Yet he still remembers the feeling, the nervousness, the excitement in his blood as he left with a win that night. His first of many.)
Red Mode: Now look at me. I am older, wiser, a bit more powerful but a lot more scarred, not just the physical wounds but the mental ones as well. Where did the time go, what happened to that young man so ready to take on the business and change it.
A voice that many would recognize speaks...)
He became an old fart like me, only I knew when to call it quits.
(The owner of the voice makes his way down to ringside and sits in the front row. Andrew Costeal, the man, the myth, the legend.)
How you doing brother?
Oh, I am a bit overwhelmed actually. Got this championship match with Gabe coming up and not only do I doubt if I can win. I am actually not sure if I want to.
Now that doesn't sound like the man who gave me numerous scars over the years.
Heh, remember chicks dig scars. How is your wife doing anyway?
Phoenix is great man, and our little man is doing wonderful as well. He is finally starting to sleep at night.
Man you a father, and me a godfather. Who would have thought it when we first started out eh?
None of our friends that is for sure. I hardly keep in contact with anyone anyway. We just went out separate ways, after well you know who went insane.
You still talk to him?
On occasion, he still hates your guts.
Man, he must be enjoying himself now. Hearing about how I don't have it anymore.
He is petty, just like Gabe. Look man, you've been through hell the past year. Yet you took chances to grow as a person. You expanded your horizons and figured out that you don't need this life to get by. What you did took guts. Now you just have to go out and do what you do best, kick ass and survive.
You're right of course. Yet so is Gabe in a way.
What do you mean?
When he said I sold my soul. He is right, but I didn't sell it to Saint. I sold it to the devil himself and he collected on it. Listen you know the first time it closed I joined the KCW right, a mans got to eat.
Yeah
Well when it reopened I had a choice. Do I stay here, remain champ and a hall of famer with creative control of my character, give back to someone that was always a friend and loyal to me. Or do I go back to where it all started and try to be loyal to that person. Well we all know how that turned out. SO Gabe is right, I sold my soul and in doing so, I lost my interest, my passion, my friends, and my legacy.
Listen man, yeah you fucked up. We all do. Yet you keep talking about your legacy. Look around you man. You are a staff member of a successful federation. You are its King of the Deathmatch Champion, you have your friends that are loyal to you, you are the godfather to my child. That sir, is your legacy and no one, not he who shall not be named, not Saint, not Gabe, no one can take that away from you. The only one who can do that, is well you.
You are right of course. I don't need reality tv, or flashy gimmicks or all the glory that Gabe has. I have this ring and the entire arena at my disposal. That is all I need. Hey remember our first tapai death match?
How could I forget. I still have the scars on the back of my scalp where you punched me in the head with the glass. Still I got you back my sticking that lightbulb tube down your throat and stomping on it..
Yeah, I coughed up blood for a week after that still we are still here.
That we are, then there was that time you suffered a shattered leg in the opening of the match, still managed to find the will to finish and set yourself on fire and jump 30 feet down to the ground to crush your opponent.
Good memories. Hey remember when we were partners and fought the Bauer boys all through the arena and out on the streets in that non televised match?
How could I forget...that was brutal, who knew you could actually get your boot stuck in someones ass without lube. I think that is why it was not shown, damn censorship. The point is this though, you have been though hell man and survived. Fuck hell itself is afraid of you. Gabe is just to naive to know the real you like we all do. You never went full Red Mode in the KCW, you've learned to hold back because of your newfound respect for life. For one night let it all go and be the Red Mode like you use to be. Like the song says, you might not be good as your once were, but you are as good once as your ever were.
You listen to country?
The wife seems to like it, I'm hoping its just a phase.
Anyway you have a point and Gabe did make a mistake, a classic heel move that as always is going to backfire on him.
What is that, underestimating you?
No, well that too, but no, he called me old and broken down. Look at it this way, if he wins all he did was beat down and old washed up man. Not something to be proud of on a resume. Yet when I win, he will have lost to a broken down has been. Once again what does that say about him then?
That he is a token champion that was only given the title and couldn't even beat a washed up old man to keep it?
You nailed it man. See Gabe can watch all the tapes he wants to, he can do all the research on me, I have nothing to hide. I have lost alot of matches, I have been hurt countless times, I have been inconsistent as far as holding onto titles and my mental state of being goes..
Now don't be to hard on yourself
No, No, let me finish. I am still here though. For nearly a decade I have bleed, I have suffered, I have gave my heart my mind and my soul to this business, asking nothing in return, just for a chance to prove to myself and my fans that I am worthy of this cruel mistress they call wrestling. I have left but I have always come back for more. I have faced bigger men and they have fallen, I have faced more evil men, and they have fallen, I have faced hall of famers, owners, beasts, criminals, vampires..
Ha
..the best and the worst that the sport and society had to offer and they are all gone. The fed, the owners, the hall of famers. They have all moved on after trying to get the better of me and failing. They have left not only failing at stopping me but they have left the business and I am still here, still fighting for not only myself, but the legacy and heritage of this sport. What type of man would I be if I didn't give it every once of my soul, every fiber of my being, every drop of blood in my body and every gasp of air in my lungs to stop Gabe from taking the KCW down a very dangerous path with him as champion?
Now you are talking man. You are finally getting back into Red Mode.
And it fits just like a Glove to. He thought my match was Chupa as violent. Hell Chupa is my friend and Student. I like Chupa. If I could do that to someone I like, what do you think I will do to him?
Whatever it takes.
Damn right. He may be younger than me. He may try to get another promo out. Yet he is to young to know that it is not the amount of words you say but the quality of the promo. Something that speaks from the heart. That sums up your passion without calling your opponent, old, washed up or stupid. Gabe is a great wrestler, a nasty human being but a great wrestler. Yet for one night only, I will be more ruthless, more cunning, more daring, more violent, I will take him to places and do things to him that he cannot yet fathom the pain that will go though his body and the torture that will go through his mind.
You are going to go Red Mode on him and you are going to win.
No, I am going to go Red Mode on him and I am going to prove a point. I came back to wrestling to finish up unfinished business. If I win so be it, if I lose so be it. Yet I am going to have fun beating the hell out of him and shutting him up and making him think twice about who he talks shit about. Then after he is broken and battered, when he can barley stand without help, when he is pissing blood for a week, when he looks at all his fresh scars and stitches and burns, when his brains unscramble from the concussion, then we will move on and see who truly is the greatest in our era.
You are no longer taking about Gabe are you, you know I am not coming back. Even if it is to fight with or against you.
No I am not taking about you my brother. You will see what the future has for this fed and for me. One final battle to finish the war that was begun so very long ago...let me tell you about the History of the KCW.
(With that our scene fades to black)