Post by jericho on Feb 9, 2010 16:10:50 GMT -5
The scene fades into a dark setting. It's dark, but it's still visible as to where you are at. You are in an old looking house full of dust, full of old treasures from yesteryear and furniture that is quite outdated. You see no one in what seems like a living room that you are in. Just then, you can hear someone coming down what seems to be a hallway that is swallowed completely by darkness. You can clearly see someone coming out of the long engulfed hallway and into the living room, but you can't quite make out who he is because there isn't enough light. All you can see is an outline of him. He begins to speak, and instantly you can tell who it is...
Jericho: Let's get some light in here shall we?
Jericho goes over to a boarded up window and he grabs an end that is sticking out and he rips the board off and in pours lots of sunlight that fills the room. Jericho can be seen surrounding by dust floating in the balanced air and sunlight. He doesn't seem phased by the dust ridden living room. You can however see better and now you can truly see how old the house is. The furniture is very old and slowly falling apart. Jericho decides to sit on a brown sofa that appears to really be a faded red color upon closer examination. As soon as Jericho sits down, dust flies up from the couch in every direction. Jericho still quite unphased from it. Jericho starts to speak...
Jericho: This week I have an opponent which I actually heard from very early on in the week and that is quite the pleasant change for once. I would've been faster on the buzzer, but I just managed to get out of the hospital. You see, after my match at Karnage.. I had more extensive injuries than I originally thought. I didn't feel no pain when I was able to get out of the ring and walk to the back, you a little help mind you.
After the initial adrenaline rush left my body though, I soon knew that there was a problem. Sharp pain in my ribs and loss of breath. Almost as if a train was continuing to hit me over and over again every minute. Well, I went to the hospital to find out that I broke two ribs, internal bleeding, and badly bruised back. They said that I was one move away from a serious spinal problem. Bah, they don't know me and what my body could possibly take. I survived it and I am going into this next match with the same determination as the last.
With broken ribs and all, I will still give it one hundred and ten percent. My opponent this week had the balls to come out and challenge me right after I got done going through a steelish hell. I accepted.. Not because I was close to passing out or just wanting to let my body get the rest it needed so badly. I accepted the challenge because you can't turn down a challenge. There is always oppurtunity with every challenge and this is just another oppurtunity.
I was pretty sure that I could've had the week off this week with the broken mess my body is, but would I truly want that? No.. not at all. A chance to prove that even when my body is broken and bruised, I can still go in there and do what I do. It's really like a switch that you flip on. Once I am wrestling, the adrenaline kicks in and it doesn't matter what condition my body is, I will get the job done.
The right legs on the chair suddenly break and the right side of the couch hits the floor and the whole thing is now crooked. The legs fly off into the air and hit a nearby wall and then fall to the ground. Jericho shrugs it off.
Jericho: You see, this is a prime example. The legs are broken from this old couch, but does that mean that it's done being a couch? Can I not sit on it anymore? Ofcourse I can still sit on it. It's still here.. It's a damn couch! Anyways my opponent, Brian Cice.. He seems like a fighter and quite the challenger, but he is wrong on his outlook on me. He assumes everything and assuming will get you failure faster than you can crank out a Brian. I can enjoy the finer things in life, that is very true. Do I live in a mansion or big house?
No.. not at all. Infact the opposite. This is my old home. I haven't been here in years as you can tell. I haven't been in this house since I was seventeen years old. So can I really say that I have a true home? No.. not really. This place has been condemned for some time. I have houses that i've bought, but they aren't home. Not really.. To me, I am old fashioned. A home is a place that has memories, holds your past.. Your childhood and everything that you were.
This old place is where I grew up.. Is it a home now? Hell no, but this is where I began. I trained in the basement to start my path into the wrestling world. I didn't make for another five years after I started training, but if you want something, you've got to grab it. Don't you agree Brian?
Jericho gets up and he walks over to the front door. There is no handle, just a hole where a knob should be. He grabs the hole and he pulls the door open. Sunshine beams into the house and Jericho walks outside. He then sits on the steps of the front porch. You can see just how bad condition the house is in. It's rotting away slowly and the paint is chipped off every little bit of the house. The camera pans around to see that the same can be said about all the houses within the block. Everything has been abandoned and condemned.. but why?
Jericho: How do you know what the normal life of a pro wrestler is Brian? Who says that there is a normal life for a wrestler? There isn't, I can tell you that plain and simple. Life as a wrestler is quite unpredictable actually. Do I need respect? No I do not. The only person that needs to respect me is myself. I don't expect anyone else to respect who I am. You do have plenty to prove Brian.. Plenty.. I don't really understand what was moving through your mind when you decided to challenge me. I don't understand what it was that made you think that you are ready for me.. Did you see the match that I survived? If you are indeed better than me, then you better step up your game alot more than you already are.. And that, Brian.... Is that..
The scene fades to a close.
Jericho: Let's get some light in here shall we?
Jericho goes over to a boarded up window and he grabs an end that is sticking out and he rips the board off and in pours lots of sunlight that fills the room. Jericho can be seen surrounding by dust floating in the balanced air and sunlight. He doesn't seem phased by the dust ridden living room. You can however see better and now you can truly see how old the house is. The furniture is very old and slowly falling apart. Jericho decides to sit on a brown sofa that appears to really be a faded red color upon closer examination. As soon as Jericho sits down, dust flies up from the couch in every direction. Jericho still quite unphased from it. Jericho starts to speak...
Jericho: This week I have an opponent which I actually heard from very early on in the week and that is quite the pleasant change for once. I would've been faster on the buzzer, but I just managed to get out of the hospital. You see, after my match at Karnage.. I had more extensive injuries than I originally thought. I didn't feel no pain when I was able to get out of the ring and walk to the back, you a little help mind you.
After the initial adrenaline rush left my body though, I soon knew that there was a problem. Sharp pain in my ribs and loss of breath. Almost as if a train was continuing to hit me over and over again every minute. Well, I went to the hospital to find out that I broke two ribs, internal bleeding, and badly bruised back. They said that I was one move away from a serious spinal problem. Bah, they don't know me and what my body could possibly take. I survived it and I am going into this next match with the same determination as the last.
With broken ribs and all, I will still give it one hundred and ten percent. My opponent this week had the balls to come out and challenge me right after I got done going through a steelish hell. I accepted.. Not because I was close to passing out or just wanting to let my body get the rest it needed so badly. I accepted the challenge because you can't turn down a challenge. There is always oppurtunity with every challenge and this is just another oppurtunity.
I was pretty sure that I could've had the week off this week with the broken mess my body is, but would I truly want that? No.. not at all. A chance to prove that even when my body is broken and bruised, I can still go in there and do what I do. It's really like a switch that you flip on. Once I am wrestling, the adrenaline kicks in and it doesn't matter what condition my body is, I will get the job done.
The right legs on the chair suddenly break and the right side of the couch hits the floor and the whole thing is now crooked. The legs fly off into the air and hit a nearby wall and then fall to the ground. Jericho shrugs it off.
Jericho: You see, this is a prime example. The legs are broken from this old couch, but does that mean that it's done being a couch? Can I not sit on it anymore? Ofcourse I can still sit on it. It's still here.. It's a damn couch! Anyways my opponent, Brian Cice.. He seems like a fighter and quite the challenger, but he is wrong on his outlook on me. He assumes everything and assuming will get you failure faster than you can crank out a Brian. I can enjoy the finer things in life, that is very true. Do I live in a mansion or big house?
No.. not at all. Infact the opposite. This is my old home. I haven't been here in years as you can tell. I haven't been in this house since I was seventeen years old. So can I really say that I have a true home? No.. not really. This place has been condemned for some time. I have houses that i've bought, but they aren't home. Not really.. To me, I am old fashioned. A home is a place that has memories, holds your past.. Your childhood and everything that you were.
This old place is where I grew up.. Is it a home now? Hell no, but this is where I began. I trained in the basement to start my path into the wrestling world. I didn't make for another five years after I started training, but if you want something, you've got to grab it. Don't you agree Brian?
Jericho gets up and he walks over to the front door. There is no handle, just a hole where a knob should be. He grabs the hole and he pulls the door open. Sunshine beams into the house and Jericho walks outside. He then sits on the steps of the front porch. You can see just how bad condition the house is in. It's rotting away slowly and the paint is chipped off every little bit of the house. The camera pans around to see that the same can be said about all the houses within the block. Everything has been abandoned and condemned.. but why?
Jericho: How do you know what the normal life of a pro wrestler is Brian? Who says that there is a normal life for a wrestler? There isn't, I can tell you that plain and simple. Life as a wrestler is quite unpredictable actually. Do I need respect? No I do not. The only person that needs to respect me is myself. I don't expect anyone else to respect who I am. You do have plenty to prove Brian.. Plenty.. I don't really understand what was moving through your mind when you decided to challenge me. I don't understand what it was that made you think that you are ready for me.. Did you see the match that I survived? If you are indeed better than me, then you better step up your game alot more than you already are.. And that, Brian.... Is that..
The scene fades to a close.