Retrace my steps (You wanna go there, I'll do just that)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-07-02 AT 10:42 AM (EDT)]*Fade In...
*Baltimore, Maryland...
*Evening time...
*The scene of a balcony hooked up to a large penthouse suite over looking the city below...
(The scene cuts to the balcony. Standing on the balcony is the 7'0 ft, 300 lbs multi versitile GXW veteran giant "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. Still wearing the same clothes that he has been wearing all throughout the day; black baggy slacks, black shiney Goochie leather dress shoes, a multi-colored silk shirt-unbuttoned slightly exposing a rip muscular physique underneath the silk shirt waving in the night time breeze from high above. He is standing out on this balcony, leaning on the railing with one hand, while holding a glass full of hard liquir in the other. A bottle of Jack Daniels sits down on the table right next to him. He seems to be lost in his own train of thought, comtemplating all that has gone on between him and his oponant "The Truth" Tommy Rage. As we look at HellFighter's face, we see intense pent up rage and mixed emotions bottled up inside of him. It is obvious that HellFighter has much to talk about, but doesn't know where to begin. As he sips on his Jack Danials looking for a place to begin talking, the camera gets into position right next to him, let's listen in.)
(Looking over the ledge. The bright lights of the city below reflecting back on his face and in his blue eyes almost like he is having an internal discussion with the city underneath him.)
HellFighter: "F*** no! Not even an option for me. I am not coward. I would only be giving what Rage and everybody what they have been wanting. I don't care what people think about me, and I definately don't care what happens to them. I feel like that I want to piss him off even more now than ever especially since he sunk to a new low by talking about my family. Fine you wanna go there Rage? I'll go there and you won't like it. However, I first need to retrace my steps and make sure that all of my facts are in order, so that I can make sure that I know who it is I am fighting. Let's review shall we."
Fact 1) This is some guy who thinks he is truth. His name is Tommy Rage. Who the hell cares if he has something trival that pertains to honesty by his name. It doesn't make him anymore of a great wrestler than me. I'll admit, he is pissing me off, but that makes me want to beat his ass in the ring even more. Tearing him apart will almost be more satisfying than winning a NCAA championship, winning an EWI Intercontinential or dare I say it...EWI World Heavyweight Title, or even represent the U.S. Olympic team. Nothing will be more beautiful than seeing his rotting corpse twitching in the center or the ring.
Fact 2) He contridicts me, and says that he is not a rookie. Maybe he's right. He's not a rookie. Maybe he came from some two bit federation, and was the king there. Now he wants to try his luck in GXW. It doesn't matter where he came from before, he's in GXW now. All other past experience and acheivements doesn't mean s**t, he has to start all over again, which makes him a rookie. I have an advantage over him there...
Fact 3) He tells me that I don't pay attention to details. I'm too stupid to do anything. Still he has no room to talk. We have been at this war of words for about a week now and he can not get one little thing like MY moniker right. He calls me Hellfire? It's not Hellfire, it's HellFighter. However since this isn't about gimmicks, it's all about the people behind the gimmicks. He can call me whatever he wants. I rather him call me Michael, but we know that isn't going to happen. Frankly I don't care what he calls me. And No I will not call him daddy, god, sir, mister, master or whatever else he said. I WOULD RATHER CALL HIM DEAD MOTHER F**KING MAN WALKING!...
Fact 4) He calls me retarded, but I don't take school buses, I don't wear helmets, and I don't droll. I have an above average college education contrary to what he believes. I guess it goes to show that his beliefs aren't worth a hill of beans with me. Again it shows what he knows. And he calls me stupid. Again he has no room to talk...
Fact 5) So the f**k what. Everybody tunes me out. Ain't the first, won't be the last. Good, if their cowardly enough to slit their wrist in the bathtub, or eat a F**king bullet because of me then I say to that good bye, they can all roast in hell for all I care. Hey it ain't my life that's being wasted. It's their's. Wow, that means that everyone kills themselves before Onslaught, including Tommy Rage and his two-bit, lip d**k, bodygaurd. That means I win by default. Whoa, there's a thought; human genocide, I kind of like the sound of that. I guess hell is going to be a really crowded place. Maybe I ought to change my name from Hellfighter to Archangel. Afterall, my name is Michael. Angel of Death does have a nice ring to it, too bad it is over used in this business...
Fact 6) This man is not ghetto. He is a white, rich, pretty boy, F**gott. Huh, sounds like a Dire Strait song...that little F**gott, he's a millionaire. Hey watch yourself Michael, he's from South Central Beverly Hills. Oh, what's he gonna do, slap me to death because he doesn't want to ruin his $5,000 manicure? Oh I better be careful, don't want to get hit by the dreaded b***h slap of death. He couldn't kill me even if he had a nuke dropped right on top of me...
Fact 7: I speak english just fine thank you. I don't need a tutor. Acting? I'm not in this business to entertain, so I don't need acting lessons. I am here to whoop unbelievers in the ground six feet deep. I can't act, I can't work the mic, but whatever I can't do, my wrestling and fighting makes up for the difference. You don't believe me, just wait, you'll find out soon enough. Oh how Onslaught is ever so fitting for what I will do to you. Just think if the people hated me now, their really going to hate me after I'm finished with you. More importantly, you're going to hate me Tommy. Why? Because you lost...no I take that back, you got killed by your own words and dillusions. Let that echo in your rich perfect ears. I can see it on your tombstone now; 'here lies Tommy Rage, murdered by a so-called retard...guess he wasn't so retarded afterall.' How about that for irony...
Fact 8: It doesn't matter if I pirate the airwaves or get permission to do these promos. All that matters is that I make myself heard. I never said that people would like what I had to say. I just said that it would be the...(pause silently giggle)...THE TRUTH. It doesn't matter if people tune me out. Of course people are going to tune me out. They don't want to listen to how right I am. That is why everybody hates me. They all know that I'm right. It remotely pisses them off to even think that I'm right. They just refuse to admit it. I never said that they would like it, I just speak the cold hard facts. If they don't want to listen, that's their fault. It's not my responsible for other people's lives. If they don't like it, then they can leap off the ledge and fall to their death. I don't care. I can care less for any of you. I may be dense, but I know that I'm in good company. I am no more dense than my oponant. This from a man who is just as retarded as I am. Again he has no room to talk...
(He swallows the last of his liquir in his glass and turns around to face the camera face to face. The camera moves in for a close up where it gets a glimpse of his face. His blue eyes tell a story deep within. Rage burns deep within him, but he remains calm and collected throughout it all.)
"Bottom line, let he that is without fault, cast the first stone. Just as I thought b****, you got nothing on me except for your lies build up in your head about me. Not one shed of truth to back it up, and you call your truth. You're a crock a s***. Your a walking contridiction Rage. Everything you are is just trash talk, all words, you can't back it up. You're nothing, and I get to prove it in front of the whole world. All that will be left for you is your one last choice to kill yourself because you lost to a retard. You know what's funny, I'm going to make sure that I am in the room with you when you do finally kill yourself, and while your rotting excuse of a soul gets dragged to hell...I'll be laughing my ass off."
"As to everyone else who watched my promo and are having thoughts about suicide. My advice to you is...
DO IT...
You got nothing to live for. What's stopping you? The devil will have a hayday with your ass. You don't want to listen to me. Then kill yourself. End your lives now you F***ing cowards...
Eat a bullet...
Fill up the tub and slice your wrist...
Take an entire bottle of pills and shove it down your throat...
Hang yourself from the ceiling until ye be dead...
Take a plunge off a very steep cliff onto the rocks...
Stand in a tub full of water and conveniently knock the hair dryer in with you while taking a bath. At least you'll be clean when you meet the devil in hell...
"Do whatever you want. I'm calling all of your bluffs. You hate me so much. Then do something about chicken s***s. Trust me, I don't love you now, and I wouldn't care if you died tomarrow. In all actuality, I would rather you die. One less person to pray for."
"One last question Tommy, and then I will sign off and give you a chance to rip me apart again and again. With everything that you have said to me this passed week, and how you sunk to a new low talking about my family. Hanging on what you said about how my mother is hanging her head in shame after listening to my promos or sliced her wrist in the tub because she couldn't bare the thought that she gave birth to me. Did I quote all right? I hate to get that all out of context, I want to make sure that I understood you right."
"My question to you is, or to Steve Hotbody, or your bodyguard Token.
It doesn't matter, it applies to all three of you. What would any of three of you do if your mother, father, brother, sister, or some close relative KILLED THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY LISTENED TO MY WORDS, MY PROMOS, MY TRUTH? What would you son of a B****es do to to me? What would you do if they sliced their wrist in tub and got on the one way expresslane to hell to burn for all eternity? What would you three do to me? I guess to a certain point of view, that makes me a murderer. What would you do to me if my genocide killed your family?"
"What you do is meaningless, but I'll tell you what I would do. I f***ing smoke a cigarette, I have a toast, drink with my good friend Mr John Daniels, and say life's a b****! Life goes on! better them than me! Suck to be them! And I don't even smoke. Maybe I should start...Nah, after the match. I don't want to give any sudden advantages to Tommy boy."
"You laughing now mutha F***er? You think about my words before you go off on into an area that you don't belong. Don't you dare go there again. Now fade to black. I've said my peice, and I mean every single word of it. Let him and the world choke on that. Damn right I meant every single word of it. I'm pissed off, I need to calm down. I need a vacation. I need a drink and to cut the camera now."
(HellFighter walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of Jack Daniels in a glass. He picks up the glass, hold it up like he is doing a toast with a cold, heartless, apathetic grin on his face.)
HellFighter: "What's that mister camera man? Another 30+ people have killed themselves after listening to my promos. Kewl! See you people in hell. I drink to my newfound fame. Ain't Genocide's a b****. Hey Tommy, Steve, Token, this next drink is to each of your family members who have died after listening to me. If you want to try and do something about it, you know where to find me, in the ring at Onslaught."
(He downs the shot of JD down his throat and set it on the bar to pour another. With a grin on his face, he looks at the camera and makes the motion to cut the camera out. The cameraman cuts the camera immediately upon HellFighter's command, the camera cuts to static.)
*FADE TO BLACK*