Post by derekstone on May 20, 2009 23:54:18 GMT -5
"The greatest evil is physical pain."
-Saint Augustine
The lights have just went out in the arena. The final ring truck leaves the building. All the fans have returned to there normal lives, there suspension of belief peacefully restored in order for them to enjoy tomorrow.
Derek Stone appears out of the darkness wearing a black Lamb Of God t-shirt and blue jeans. Derek has a slight limp to his walk at meanders his way through the dimly light parking area.
"Hey! That's Derek Stone!"
A young mans voice cracks through the calm of the evening. Derek continues his slow walk nearing a black Chevrolet Camaro when he is approached by a small group of teenagers.
Teenager One:"Awesome match dude, you whooped James Bailey!
Teenager Two:"Yeah man, that Trendsetter was sick!
Teenager Three:"So awesome dude."
Derek opens the door of his Camaro, leaning on the door with a foot inside he faces the teenagers. Looking at each one individually.
Derek:"So what makes you wrestling fans...?"
Teenager One:"'Cause this shit is tight!"
Teenager Two:"For real. Watching you guys on television, and then coming here....man this is the best thing ever."
Teenager Three:"Yeah I hope you guys come back through."
Derek listens to the responses as he fiddles with a cigarette and a lighter. Derek takes a couple of quick drags exhaling slowly.
Derek:"I don't do well with fans. Not my fans. No wrestling fans in general. You see I am no different in person than I am on television. That shocks some people. They expect a marker carrying, smile bearing man to greet them and sign there shirt or there stupid out dated Polaroid. People don't realize that to some of us this is not an act. It's a lifestyle."
Teenager One:"Well I remember all your Global Wrestling promos man! That was some deep, Jim Morrison-esque poetic shit man."
Teenager Two:"Not everyone's chasing an autograph dude, some of us just believe the message."
Teenager Three: "You said it yourself, a congregation of few or a congregation of many....we share the same beliefs."
Derek just nods. Seemingly impressed.
Derek:"So you know me do you?"
Teenager One:"Everything man."
Teenager Two:"I can name you're ex-wives, you're kids and every major accomplishment you've ever done in the ring.
The amusement on Derek's face begins to damper. A somber chill comes over his blue eyes as he stares into the distance.
Derek:"I'll ask you again,why are you wrestling fans?"
The trio of teenagers share a look of confusion.
Teenager One:"We told you, cause this is the shit."
Derek nods as he takes a drag off his cigarette.
Derek:"So divorce is the shit? Missing you're children's birthdays is the shit? Alcoholism is the shit? Drug abuse, loneliness, constantly being in pain are all the shit as you say? You don't know the first thing about me or this business. You're going to wake tomorrow and go back to you're petty life debating which college is best based upon the female population. Do you know what I'm going to do tomorrow?
The teenagers have a look of trepidation across all their faces.
Teenager One:"I have no idea..."
Teenager Two:"Wrestle again?
Derek drops the cigarette and stamps it out.
Derek:"I might start my day with a hand full of pain killers, washed down by a can of red bull cause I was up all night spreading this so called gospel to a threesome of naive teenagers. Follow me if you want. It's a dark, lonely path of despair and excess. You're choice."
The teenagers all exchange a quick glance.
Teenager Three:"Well, it was nice to meet you Mr. Stone, please drive carefully...."
Derek:"Same."
The teenagers quickly get out of sight.
Derek:"It's cool when you're young I guess."
Derek gets in his Camaro and starts the engine. Within seconds all you see is the red brake lights in the far distance of the settling fog.
*The following day...*
The scene opens to Derek Stone standing in front of a mirror. His shirt is removed, and the scars and tattoo's that cover his torso and arms are exposed.
Derek:"One down, and an impression was made. All of a sudden, I'm a man with stock on the rise. Been here before, and probably will be here again. As for you Cain Alexander, how do you plead?"
The camera pulls back as see Derek leaning against a white porcelain sink.
Derek:"How convenient that we have a ladder match. Climbing the rungs, one by one, just like the two of us are climbing the ladder here in King Wrestling Federation. Cain you have something already. You've got some stake around here. You're are the reigning Diamond Champion."
Derek's eyes roll quickly into the back of his head and back again as Derek exhales.
Derek:"Cain, come Saturday Assault that comes to an end. I don't care what it takes. Who I have to step on, what bones I have to break I will leave with the Diamond Champion sip. I will come into that ring, climb the ladder and leave you bloody and discouraged. I've been to the top of the mountain before and I know what it means to be knocked back down to nothing. Cain, you may have the world at you're feet right now but come Saturday Assault when Derek Stone is across the ring from you the only thing you will have is a question in your head."
Derek looks down and back up again slowly.
Derek:"Cain, you're going to ask yourself can I beat this man? You're going to be able to cut my determination with a knife. All the blood and sweat and the pain will be worth it in the end. I will stand over your limp and lifeless body and I will look at the Diamond Championship and I will know in that moment, that King Wrestling Federation has unleashed the monster. I've been laying low. I've been all over the world the last few years avoiding the mainstream wrestling scene, and Cain Alexander in one fell swoop Derek Stone will come back to life with a vengeance like no other."
Derek turns and faces the camera.
Derek:"Get ready Cain. Get ready."
~Fade to Black~
-Saint Augustine
The lights have just went out in the arena. The final ring truck leaves the building. All the fans have returned to there normal lives, there suspension of belief peacefully restored in order for them to enjoy tomorrow.
Derek Stone appears out of the darkness wearing a black Lamb Of God t-shirt and blue jeans. Derek has a slight limp to his walk at meanders his way through the dimly light parking area.
"Hey! That's Derek Stone!"
A young mans voice cracks through the calm of the evening. Derek continues his slow walk nearing a black Chevrolet Camaro when he is approached by a small group of teenagers.
Teenager One:"Awesome match dude, you whooped James Bailey!
Teenager Two:"Yeah man, that Trendsetter was sick!
Teenager Three:"So awesome dude."
Derek opens the door of his Camaro, leaning on the door with a foot inside he faces the teenagers. Looking at each one individually.
Derek:"So what makes you wrestling fans...?"
Teenager One:"'Cause this shit is tight!"
Teenager Two:"For real. Watching you guys on television, and then coming here....man this is the best thing ever."
Teenager Three:"Yeah I hope you guys come back through."
Derek listens to the responses as he fiddles with a cigarette and a lighter. Derek takes a couple of quick drags exhaling slowly.
Derek:"I don't do well with fans. Not my fans. No wrestling fans in general. You see I am no different in person than I am on television. That shocks some people. They expect a marker carrying, smile bearing man to greet them and sign there shirt or there stupid out dated Polaroid. People don't realize that to some of us this is not an act. It's a lifestyle."
Teenager One:"Well I remember all your Global Wrestling promos man! That was some deep, Jim Morrison-esque poetic shit man."
Teenager Two:"Not everyone's chasing an autograph dude, some of us just believe the message."
Teenager Three: "You said it yourself, a congregation of few or a congregation of many....we share the same beliefs."
Derek just nods. Seemingly impressed.
Derek:"So you know me do you?"
Teenager One:"Everything man."
Teenager Two:"I can name you're ex-wives, you're kids and every major accomplishment you've ever done in the ring.
The amusement on Derek's face begins to damper. A somber chill comes over his blue eyes as he stares into the distance.
Derek:"I'll ask you again,why are you wrestling fans?"
The trio of teenagers share a look of confusion.
Teenager One:"We told you, cause this is the shit."
Derek nods as he takes a drag off his cigarette.
Derek:"So divorce is the shit? Missing you're children's birthdays is the shit? Alcoholism is the shit? Drug abuse, loneliness, constantly being in pain are all the shit as you say? You don't know the first thing about me or this business. You're going to wake tomorrow and go back to you're petty life debating which college is best based upon the female population. Do you know what I'm going to do tomorrow?
The teenagers have a look of trepidation across all their faces.
Teenager One:"I have no idea..."
Teenager Two:"Wrestle again?
Derek drops the cigarette and stamps it out.
Derek:"I might start my day with a hand full of pain killers, washed down by a can of red bull cause I was up all night spreading this so called gospel to a threesome of naive teenagers. Follow me if you want. It's a dark, lonely path of despair and excess. You're choice."
The teenagers all exchange a quick glance.
Teenager Three:"Well, it was nice to meet you Mr. Stone, please drive carefully...."
Derek:"Same."
The teenagers quickly get out of sight.
Derek:"It's cool when you're young I guess."
Derek gets in his Camaro and starts the engine. Within seconds all you see is the red brake lights in the far distance of the settling fog.
*The following day...*
The scene opens to Derek Stone standing in front of a mirror. His shirt is removed, and the scars and tattoo's that cover his torso and arms are exposed.
Derek:"One down, and an impression was made. All of a sudden, I'm a man with stock on the rise. Been here before, and probably will be here again. As for you Cain Alexander, how do you plead?"
The camera pulls back as see Derek leaning against a white porcelain sink.
Derek:"How convenient that we have a ladder match. Climbing the rungs, one by one, just like the two of us are climbing the ladder here in King Wrestling Federation. Cain you have something already. You've got some stake around here. You're are the reigning Diamond Champion."
Derek's eyes roll quickly into the back of his head and back again as Derek exhales.
Derek:"Cain, come Saturday Assault that comes to an end. I don't care what it takes. Who I have to step on, what bones I have to break I will leave with the Diamond Champion sip. I will come into that ring, climb the ladder and leave you bloody and discouraged. I've been to the top of the mountain before and I know what it means to be knocked back down to nothing. Cain, you may have the world at you're feet right now but come Saturday Assault when Derek Stone is across the ring from you the only thing you will have is a question in your head."
Derek looks down and back up again slowly.
Derek:"Cain, you're going to ask yourself can I beat this man? You're going to be able to cut my determination with a knife. All the blood and sweat and the pain will be worth it in the end. I will stand over your limp and lifeless body and I will look at the Diamond Championship and I will know in that moment, that King Wrestling Federation has unleashed the monster. I've been laying low. I've been all over the world the last few years avoiding the mainstream wrestling scene, and Cain Alexander in one fell swoop Derek Stone will come back to life with a vengeance like no other."
Derek turns and faces the camera.
Derek:"Get ready Cain. Get ready."
~Fade to Black~