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Post by Vinny Falcone on Dec 27, 2010 21:04:51 GMT -5
RP here.
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Post by Johnny Morton on Dec 29, 2010 19:56:35 GMT -5
The word 'weak' appears, scribbled down on a sheet of lined notebook paper, in pencil.
WEAK......
'Feeble, frail, delicate, fragile, easily influenced, simple........All words used in the definition of the world WEAK. Do I look like someone who is feeble? Frail? Delicate? Fragile? Easily Influenced? Or Simple? Do I appear to be WEAK?!' I have taken them all on, and one by one they have all fallen at my feet in defeat! Is that the sign of someone who is weak?!
The scene zooms out to see Johnny Morton, dressed in an all black. His hair, in a pony tail with a black bandana are on his head. Johnny Morton stares at the single word written on the sheet of paper in front of him, lying on the top of his cedar desk. Slowly Johnny Morton pulls the pencil lying next to the sheet of paper, off of the desk and scribbles something.
Johnny Morton pulls the pencil away from the paper, and sets the pencil back down next to the sheet of paper. The scene zooms in on the paper, which now has the word 'unfocused' written just below the previous word on the papers. The scene stays zoomed in on the word.
UNFOCUSED.......
'Distorted, Unable to concentrated. Another ignorant description I have heard. My focus is exactly where it should be. My focus is on the current target that is set for me each night. The actions that have occurred since Torment have not deterred that focus one bit. My mind is not distorted. Nothing is twisted out of shape in my mind. I am as focused as I have ever been. Because you see I have a concentrated goal. That goal is one by one, those who step in my path, and try to take what is rightfully mine, will be laid to rest. And one by one, I will get to you. But until that occurs, I know what the task is at hand, and I know what it is you are trying to do. And IT IS NOT GOING TO WORK.'
Johnny Morton's hand, clasped once again around the pencil he was using before, glides into view. Once again he begins to write something down onto the piece of paper. After he finishes writing, his hand stays, covering the paper, for a moment before slowly sliding back out of view. The sound of the pencil hitting the top of the desk echoes through the room. Once again another word is written beneath the previous word. This time the word written is the word 'vulnerable'.
VULNERABLE.......
'Capable of being wounded. Of all the things I have heard lately, this is the only one that is remotely close to being partially true, because you see, no matter how hard I fight it, or how much I can tolerate the pain, I am only human. My mind may fight away the pain, but my body will eventually fail after so much. But what no one realizes, what no one understands, what no one knows is just how much it will take before that happens. For twenty plus straight years, night after night, My dad had been main eventing shows around the world. For years, his BODY has only failed him ONCE. Even then he tend's to deny that fact that it was the body that failed. I particularly believe something else failed in him.
I do not need to show you, as you see it week after week, night after night. But my body is as tough as a solid BRICK! But like all bricks, after time, the rock begins to wear and chip away, until it is broken. And I know better than anyone, that all it takes is one crack, to shatter it all.'
Once again Johnny Morton's hand, with pencil, slides over the sheet of lined notebook paper, and he begins to write something down onto the piece of paper. After writing, which takes longer than the times before, Johnny Morton's hand tightly grips the pencil, and shatters it in half. The hand darts out of view and the sound of the paper hitting metal is heard.
UNWORTHY OF BEING CHAMPION..........
'UNWORTHY OF BEING CHAMPION? UN....WORTHY!?! Soon .........I will travel this globe and beaten the best of the best. And Beat them all. For several weeks now...........I've been in the GWA and I've beaten Chris Gibson the son of my Dad's tag partner Robert Gibson. After Hopper I'll face more and more talent, And One by one they will all step up to the plate, and walked away defeated at my hands, all of them! And now I'm set to face The very man i mentioned Chris Hopper. Not just any person. Hopper is actually a man I really like and respect. I mean come on this man found the errors in his ways, turned his life around, trusts the great fans and won the GWA TV Title. So this will be one of those few times when I might actually like my opponent, I'll still need to run my mouth and make Mr. Hopper look weak. So let me begin, is Chris Hopper the best of the best this company has to offer? I find it's funny I'm facing Chris, The GWA can't be this stupid. They know myself and Hopper are one of the same, we're two take no crap, tell it like it is, spit in your face SOB's. The exact type of talent they want to keep the Title off of. So why not make us square off in hopes of taking the other out completely, Fan favorites or not!
You see it isn't that hard to look into the archives. It isn't that hard to look at the list of superstars in the GWA at the moment and pick out anyone who'd you'd like to have stepped in the ring with me, and they will fall in defeat. What is hard is looking in those archives, and looking at that list of superstars, and finding at least one I would fall in defeat to. So to say I'm UNWORTHY OF BEING CHAMPION? That...quite frankly is simply a DUMB statement.'
The calmness in Johnny Morton's voice as he speaks is eerie. Though it fluxgates from time to time, never does the calmness subside. The picture zooms away from the paper, and once again focuses on Johnny Morton, still sitting behind the desk. A stern, emotionless expression engulfs his face as he stares a hole straight ahead, back into the camera. He lightly licks his lips as his mouth begins to open.
'The most disturbing comment, of all the comments I have been hearing from the 'boys in the back', is the comment that I am not the man that I used to be, when I dominated Paul Williams Promotion.'
NOT THE SAME MAN AS HIS DADDY WAS.....
Johnny Morton sneers after this comment. The sneer however doesn't stay for long as it is quickly replaced with a confident, almost arrogant smirk that radiates from Johnny Morton's face, like light from a light bulb.
'To those who wish to make that kind of comment, I urge you to keep saying it, to keep thinking it, and to believe it. Because it is that fantasy, it is that disbelief that will keep you from running in terror at your ignorance. You see, even though some things in life change, there are those things that never change. Those things in life, that although they evolve, the don't lose the traits they had once before, then don't just become something completely different from what they already were. Evolving is part of the cycle of life. Evolving is human nature. It is one of life's many processes that a species must go through to adapt, just to survive the habitat it lives in. From the monkey to man. From bacteria to living species. The world has caused all inhabitants to change, to progress, to evolve just to survive. In this world we live in, MY WORLD, that change is, the progression, the evolution is no different.
Say what you want, but the facts do not change. I have not changed. My mannerisms have not changed. My traits have not changed. Everything about me has not changed. The only thing different about me is that I have merely evolved into a more dominant creature. And it scares you. I can hear it in your voice Dempsey, and the entire roster for every one of you know a victory could lead you to a battle with me, oh yes I can hear you all fear me...oh yes, you fear me oh so much! Just the thought of facing me makes your bottom lip quiver. I can see it in your eyes. I'll face you in a few short hours, so get used to those sleepless nights you'll be having. And when you stand in front of a camera next time, we're all sure to see you run your mouth and talk more trash. But all you do is run the lip and talk trash but, what you fail to notice, is that those tactics, do more harm for yourself than they do good.
At Worldwide 2 through Chris Hopper, I will make an example. At Worldwide 2 through Chris Hopper, I'll set the tone. At Worldwide 2, through Chris Hopper I will send a message. At Worldwide 2, I will show you, which though some things may changes, there are those that will always remain. At Worldwide 2 I'll destroy Chris Hopper. And show the front office at the GWA, giving me a shot at the TV Title & soon after the World Title is... "MY DESTINY!
Johnny Morton's eyes roll back, and his pupils can no longer be seen. The scene fades with this picture.
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Post by Chris Hopper on Jan 1, 2011 11:04:26 GMT -5
[Flashback....December 27, 2010....around 11:45 PM Eastern....] [The lights are dimmed in Philadelphia'a GWA Arena. Only a few small security lights remain so that the security guards can walk through the arena and not fall on their faces. In the distance we see a man walk out from around below the large stadium seating areas. The screen switches to show a closer view of the man. It is "Too Cool" Chris Hopper, standing there in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. He allows the baggage hanging around his muscular shoulders to slip down and rest on the ground. Wrapped around the one side of the baggage handles is the GWA Television title belt. He just stares out at the empty stadium, a smile drifting over his face. He takes a deep breath, as if breathing in the ambiance of where he is standing at this moment.] Hopper: God, it's good to be back. [The smile grows a bit wider as he continues to enjoy the moment.] Hopper: The rush a crowd gives you when they react to you is something that is nearly indescribable. You feel like you can do anything and you would do anything to entertain and please the people. You'd leap tall buildings, out run locomotives, bleed as much blood as medically possible and then some in order to please these people. [Hopper takes another deep breath and then looks at the camera, smiling as if he's a eight-year-old kid on a field trip.] Hopper: God I missed this. [Hopper begins walking past the camera and toward the ringside area. The ring is still up as the ring crew has yet to begin deconstructing the equipment. Empty chairs almost look like a maze that formed the ringside area for fans to cheer the GWA all night at the first Worldwide broadcast.] Hopper: I stayed away too long I guess. I wanted to come back sooner, but I always held back and kept myself busy elsewhere doing other things and offering excuses. I always thought I could fill the whole in my soul with other ventures and business opportunities...to no avail. [Hopper reaches the ring and places his right hand on the canvas and begins to rub his hand on it, feeling the texture of the fabric as he speaks.] Hopper: This is where my heart is. This is my first love. Nothing could ever have filled that void except returning to the ring. [Hopper's glare turns from completely dazed and introspective to staring at the camera with a serious look.] Hopper: Now I'm back. The years have come and gone, but the story is still the same. I accomplished every goal I set out to do. I never expected to walk into GWA and be hailed as the new conquering hero and pointed toward the championship. I've been around too many years to expect or demand such a thing. I expected to make a splash in a high profile appearance, and I did. The night was the greatest success I could have imagined considering the length of my absence and the changes in the landscape of the wrestling world. I expected to walk back into wrestling creating the same kind of storm that was swirling when I walked out. And I wasn't disappointed. [Hopper cracks a smile as he lifts the bag with the TV Title wrapped around the handles to the ring apron. He smiles as he looks at the gleaming gold of the only singles belt officially existing right now in GWA.] Hopper: Four matches, four wins and a Title around my waist. I won't lie, this stuff takes its toll a lot worse now than it did a decade ago. The competition here is interesting with guys like AJ Johnson and Dean Alexander pushing me to give all I have to come out on top. It is different this time around, but it is more satisfying in a way as well. [Hopper walks away from the ring, hops the guardrail, and sits in a second row seat at ringside. He reaches down and picks up a program from the show that just concluded. He smiles as he looks at it.] Hopper: I've had a decade-long love affair with the fans and tonight was no exception. They humbled me with their cheers and acceptance after years of spending my time worrying about myself and my career. I did things that are inconceivable in many places. I trashed people and buried opponents just to make myself look better and not caring if the fans would think they were worth watching. I was selfish and consumed with myself. and tonight the fans let me know there is redemption at the end of that tunnel. Others out there could stand to learn that kind of lesson in humility [Chris chuckles to himself.] Hopper: But I digress... [Hopper looks back down at the program and he slowly folds it up and sticks it in his pocket.] Hopper: The debut is over and it was fantastic! No doubt winning the TV Title my first night in the company will stand out as a success, but time waits for no man. Now it's time to roll up my sleeves and get to work defending this coveted title. This Sunday, GWA gets to see what this man can do in the ring yet again as I defend this title fir the first time. To me, this match isn't about anything other than showing that after so much time away I can still throw it down better than any other wrestler in the business. This will be me proving why I'm not only the best wrestler on television today, but that I am also the best all-around talent GWA has EVER had in its storied history. [Hopper pauses and looks back blankly at the ring.] Hopper: Johnny Morton now gets his shot at immortality. He gets to try and take down a legend and win himself some gold in the process. I'm sure you have skills, John. All of us do. I'm no stranger to you or your family. I met your Dad when I was a kid in Paoli. The Express came through every year and performed in our gym. I always enjoyed their matches and thought that they were among the best teams in wrestling history. [Chris smiles.] Hopper: Its a helluva legacy to try and live up to. I fully understand what it can do to you every night. You go out there just hoping to be as entertaining as Daddy was in his time. To try and prove that you can surpass what he did in the squared circle. You Dad was the best...
Hopper: ....at getting his ass kicked.
[He chuckles a bit.]
Hopper: There is an expression in the wrestling world that I am sure you are familiar with kiddo. The Express would have a tag match and most of the match was the little blond guy getting whipped from pillar to post. Always looking like he was in desperation. He would take an ass kicking like no man I have ever witnessed and eventually defy the odds and reach out to his partner for that big tag moment. The Express would recoup and get the win thanks to the hot tag to even the odds, but that middle section of the match, the one guy took a pounding. It was so successful that many fan favorite tag teams have done it over the years. One guy on the team is essentially a sparring partner or tackling dummy for lack of a better phrase. They get the crowd on their side by getting beaten to a pulp.
[Chris raises an eyebrow.]
Hopper: That is called "Playing Ricky Morton"
[He holds up his hands to suggest calming down.]
Hopper: Don't get upset now...I didn't coin the phrase. That phrase has been around long before I ever laced up wrestling boots.
Hopper: Just know I plan on walking into Worldwide this weekend and allowing you to fulfill your family destiny. I'll use you like a little pinball inside the ring and maybe even let you get some offense in every now and then so you can feel like you had a better match than Daddy ever could have had. You have a bright future in this business and maybe when Gibson is done taking out his Momma's trash, you two might team up and show what a second generation team can do in the tag ranks.
[Hopper looks up at the camera.]
Hopper: But this weekend, you won't get near what I got. I just won this title, and it is just the first. I plan on eventually holding every title in GWA and proving that I am the best. I plan on showing the world that this old dog still has some tricks and that all you young pups better take some notes along the way.
[Hopper smiles.]
Hopper: And that's for damn sure a promise from me to you Morton.
[Hopper walks back up the aisle to where his bags are sitting on the ground near the tunnel.]
Hopper: When Worldwide is over this weekend, you will be enhanced. Not with gold of wearing the GWA Television title, but with the fact that you have had the greatest match of your life against the greatest wrestler of this or any other generation. It will make you stronger and help teach you what it means to be a champion.
[Hopper turns around and stares coldly into the camera.]
Hopper: Nobody is taking what I have...not as long as I have a breath in my body and fans on my side. Nobody.
[Hopper reaches down and pulls the bags back onto his shoulders. The GWA TV Title still gleaming as it reflects what little light is shining in the arena. He takes one last look and that childish smile reappears on his face.]
Hopper: God its good to be back...
[Hopper turns and walks out as the screen fades to black.]
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