It's funny, but It doesn't matter....

[JayPeaTee]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-28-03 AT 02:36 AM (EST) by WestPREZ (moderator)](Scene- An NFW backdrop, in front of it stands a very tense Neil Riddick, behind him stands DC Stratton. Stratton's attention is based SOLELY on his ring which is on a chain around Riddick's neck.)

RIDDICK: It's funny how the "myriad"...the "plethora"(sp)
...the "collection" of "talent" here in the NEW NFW, including our "blessed" former World Champion from "N'awlins", seem to be using this as a forum to simply continue their work from elsewhere. It's also funny how they don't realize that they are not as welcome as they would believe. Well, sorry to borrow a line from a "Sports Entertainer", but..."It doesn't matter".
It's funny that that the only person who says the same thing, is a man who is better on the microphone than he is in the wrestling ring, "You know who you are"...(Stratton turns around and the back of his shirt reads "My Only Need is To Yell") However, as I said before..."It doesn't matter".
It's funny how a man calling himself "Owner", could conceive rules of "Honor", but he is revered as one of the most "honorLESS" wrestlers to ever enter the ring. It's funny how he would be naive enough to believe that men who would paint their face, and basically rule a company elsewhere (Stratton turns around and looks on with interest) would allow himself to be treated like a "young lion", or a "National Treasure" would care about shakinbg a man's hand. This being said of course..."it doesn't matter".
It's funny how I already know the response from many of this man's (pats Stratton's chest) "colleagues". Allow me to elaborate... You will be correct when you say "You don't have 1/2 of the experience I do", you will also be correct when you say "I was winning World Titles when you were getting a cheese-grater run across your face". You will be correct when you say "There are no roof's to jump off of". You will be correct in all of these, but that is all you will be correct in. I don't need to elaborate on this to any wrestler who has actually been here, and not just walked in thinking those of us who have, and are paying our dues will just bow down. (Stratton's demeanor has changed from aloof to looking at Riddick as if he has two heads as he silently mutters the words "YOUR dues?"). However, "It doesn't matter".
It's funny that every man who has opened his mouth so far has spoken as though he "owns the place". Well, the "INhuman Highlight Reel" is out to "destroy the place" at my order. Why? The ultimate insult, the ultimate breaking point to that walking grease spot of a miserable excuse for a slimeball Quentin Sullivan will be when the "KING of the backtards" DC Stratton wins the Ultratitle. This will be my ultimate revenge on that abomination of a miscreant. No, this man will not go un-defeated, it would be foolish to believe otherwise, but the trail of bodies left in his wake will far out-weigh the mistakes of losing he will make. This much is true, but "It doesn't matter".
It's funny how most of you know that as I get wrapped up by this snivelling fool of a director, Stratton does some insane stunt and I ask you a question. Well, he's not going to do that right now, and neither will I say anything. Why? "It doesn't matter".

(As Riddick walks off, Stratton looks up, spits his gum at the camera and walks off set to a fade out)

 

[Manson]

((FADEIN: MICHAEL MANSON, in plain black t-shirt and jeans, lies on a dark green psychiatrist's couch. A pez dispenser, the head of the devil rests in his hand at the ready.))

MANSON: You know, I've been listening to you for a long time now, Neil. Awhile ago, your actually broke me into one of Sullivan's promotions on this whole crusade thing you have going. And that worked for awhile, and then, like any woman in my life, I told you the money was on the nightstand and to get the hell out. Ironic, I compare you to a woman, since after FutureShock, I know that you scream like one.

Because after all this time, you're set wasting away on this crusade against Sullivan going nowhere. We een went full circle where I found myself somewhat defending Sullivan against your latest lackey degenrate.

The thing is, at the time, I was commissioner, a post given to me by Sullivan. And you never came for me, your Judas goat, not even really for Miles. Always Sullivan, now do you ever stop to realize that perhaps it's all futile? All these years later, what the hell have you accomplished? How have you hurt Sullivan? The best you have right now is an untrained, slack jawed white trash version of myself, lacking all my rapier wit and irony.

And I'm not defending Sullivan out of gratitude, not out of honor, or anything else. Because in this industry, in this art, like sex, all I'm interested in is self-gratification. No, I'm telling you to get over it now because being in the same conference as your boy, I'm going to be seeing him enough. And to win the ultratitle, he will have to go through me.

Problem being, when the time came, he did the most humiliating thing possible in this industry..when he gave up, just two simple words, but he screamed them. In the end, for all his daredevil crap, I beat him like he was a Catholic coming out of church. And 'm ging to have to do it again and probably the same to you, Neil, just a few more times.

So my advice is to get over it. Bloodhunt nearly crippled me, or so I let him think anyway, but I'm going on every week about how I'm going to kill all his ideals. It's a wasted effort.

Send your indentured servant out and then live your life. Living well can be the best revenge. And it's all you will receive. For the time being, the ultratitle is within my own agenda and I will not allow a younger and stupider version of myself to win it. One I should really have just crippled in the first place.

I don't need to talk about my experience and my titles and whatever else someone else would say. I already broke your boy in half. And I'm telling you now, even without the commissioner, the next time, Neil, the next time...it'll be you in a wheelchair..and you really want Stratton able to push you away.