Post by Derrick Arthur on Oct 26, 2013 10:28:52 GMT
A man dressed in jeans and a leather jacket is standing inside a locker room. Looking outside the windows of the room, you can see only darkness, so you'd presume it's already late night. The man looks at the camera with a poker face, yet a little callously. You can't really know if he wasn't to talk or jump after you and choke you out. He strokes his wild hair back a little before finally opening his mouth to let the first words out.
"They want me to introduce myself this week. Again. My name is Derrick Arthur, you all know that. And you all know that in fact, it is not at all important.
What really is, though? You people love all your emotions, don't you. Love, empathy... I don't have those. I don't need them. Why should I feel something to another human being? That's what drags you down, guys, feelings for the others. You need a little bit of ego in your life. You all need to realise that those people you care about do not care about you and just drag you down, just distract you from your real goals. I wanna be a World Champion, sooner rather than later, and I will become World Champion because there are no "friends" that would bother me with their worthless problems. All that matters is being successful, and it feels soooooo much better when you can achieve all that on your very own.
That's the exact truth, may you like it or not.
You...
Who are you, exactly? Wrestlers, fans, all of you watching and listening to this little monologue of mine, who the hell are you?
... You know what? That doesn't matter either.
Have you ever tried looking at yourself in the mirror? What do you see? I see a shell. Nothing but a shell, may it be a pretty one, but it's just a case where you put all your stuff. I know you probably have no idea about it, but everything is psychological, based on your thoughts, your mind. Even the way your body feels is based on it, every disease has got it's psychological core. You can have whatever body in the world, but if your mind is concentrated, set up straight, you can do the same things, the same miracles with it. That's I don't care about your looks, people.
What do I really care about, you ask? Hear this... I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know your face. I don't wanna know your accomplishments that you keep talking about all the time. All I wanna know is how much pain you can feel and how much pain I can cause you. Because pain, my dear friends, that is the word of the fucking day... that is the ONLY emotion... the ONLY THING... that truly matters."
----
He was laying on the bed like a corpse, just instead of a black suit, he was wearing jeans and black "Fit For An Autopsy" t-shirt. There is not a single motion in his face.
"Have you taken your pills, Derrick?"
A woman moved towards Derrick Arthur. The pretty blondie with a rather worried face looked down on the Gladiators competitor. He didn't say a word.
"Have you, Derrick?"
Still not a word.
"DERRICK!"
He just moved his head slighty to the left to finally look at her.
"I haven't yet."
"You're four hours late then."
Derrick chuckled.
"I don't need the pills. None of them. I have found my medication, Torrie."
Torrie opened her mouth to ask what medication that is, but he didn't let her even start the sentence.
"Wrestling, my dear sister. That's all I love, all I need, and I've been given the chance to finally become who I want to be. A star, a champion. The man who hurts a lot of--"
"STOP IT!"
The face of Torrie Arthur reeked desperation.
"All you do is talk about your god damn pro-wrestling! You have talent, Derrick, that is for sure, but don't you remember that it was what caused all the trouble?! You should have quit it while you were on the fucking hospital bed!"
Derrick closes his eyes. It's all coming back...
--
Kick to the head. He falls to one knee. Cam Turner charges at him, but Derrick is quick to his feet and rocks Cam with a Back Elbow. Irish Whip and Turner goes over the ropes and to the floor. Dammit. He was supposed to stay on the apron. They practiced it. Plan B pops up in Derrick's head. He runs off the opposite ropes... Topé over the ropes...
Blackout.
---
Derrick started shaking. His face was all red, even some tears started flowing down his face.
"No... it won't happen again... not again, you... you..."
"Take your pills, little brother." Torrie said with a surprisingly calm voice. She gave him the pack of little pills.
"Take as much as you need..."
---
"All that matters is the pain, my friends. How you cause it... and how you fight it."
FIN.
"They want me to introduce myself this week. Again. My name is Derrick Arthur, you all know that. And you all know that in fact, it is not at all important.
What really is, though? You people love all your emotions, don't you. Love, empathy... I don't have those. I don't need them. Why should I feel something to another human being? That's what drags you down, guys, feelings for the others. You need a little bit of ego in your life. You all need to realise that those people you care about do not care about you and just drag you down, just distract you from your real goals. I wanna be a World Champion, sooner rather than later, and I will become World Champion because there are no "friends" that would bother me with their worthless problems. All that matters is being successful, and it feels soooooo much better when you can achieve all that on your very own.
That's the exact truth, may you like it or not.
You...
Who are you, exactly? Wrestlers, fans, all of you watching and listening to this little monologue of mine, who the hell are you?
... You know what? That doesn't matter either.
Have you ever tried looking at yourself in the mirror? What do you see? I see a shell. Nothing but a shell, may it be a pretty one, but it's just a case where you put all your stuff. I know you probably have no idea about it, but everything is psychological, based on your thoughts, your mind. Even the way your body feels is based on it, every disease has got it's psychological core. You can have whatever body in the world, but if your mind is concentrated, set up straight, you can do the same things, the same miracles with it. That's I don't care about your looks, people.
What do I really care about, you ask? Hear this... I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know your face. I don't wanna know your accomplishments that you keep talking about all the time. All I wanna know is how much pain you can feel and how much pain I can cause you. Because pain, my dear friends, that is the word of the fucking day... that is the ONLY emotion... the ONLY THING... that truly matters."
----
He was laying on the bed like a corpse, just instead of a black suit, he was wearing jeans and black "Fit For An Autopsy" t-shirt. There is not a single motion in his face.
"Have you taken your pills, Derrick?"
A woman moved towards Derrick Arthur. The pretty blondie with a rather worried face looked down on the Gladiators competitor. He didn't say a word.
"Have you, Derrick?"
Still not a word.
"DERRICK!"
He just moved his head slighty to the left to finally look at her.
"I haven't yet."
"You're four hours late then."
Derrick chuckled.
"I don't need the pills. None of them. I have found my medication, Torrie."
Torrie opened her mouth to ask what medication that is, but he didn't let her even start the sentence.
"Wrestling, my dear sister. That's all I love, all I need, and I've been given the chance to finally become who I want to be. A star, a champion. The man who hurts a lot of--"
"STOP IT!"
The face of Torrie Arthur reeked desperation.
"All you do is talk about your god damn pro-wrestling! You have talent, Derrick, that is for sure, but don't you remember that it was what caused all the trouble?! You should have quit it while you were on the fucking hospital bed!"
Derrick closes his eyes. It's all coming back...
--
Kick to the head. He falls to one knee. Cam Turner charges at him, but Derrick is quick to his feet and rocks Cam with a Back Elbow. Irish Whip and Turner goes over the ropes and to the floor. Dammit. He was supposed to stay on the apron. They practiced it. Plan B pops up in Derrick's head. He runs off the opposite ropes... Topé over the ropes...
Blackout.
---
Derrick started shaking. His face was all red, even some tears started flowing down his face.
"No... it won't happen again... not again, you... you..."
"Take your pills, little brother." Torrie said with a surprisingly calm voice. She gave him the pack of little pills.
"Take as much as you need..."
---
"All that matters is the pain, my friends. How you cause it... and how you fight it."
FIN.
Well howdy there pardner.