Post by bad guy™ on Oct 2, 2007 13:16:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up, focused on what seems to be a school. It is very large, and kept in pristine shape. We see a sign, reading “Serra Catholic High School". We find ourselves today right outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It is a cool day, with a comfortable breeze blowing in the background. Footsteps echo in the wind. We see The High Horror, walking towards the school, making his way from his Red Hummer H2. Worn on his legs, are black dress pants, sitting perfectly atop a pair of black dress shoes. Worn on his torso, is a black dress shirt, with three buttons unbuttoned at the top. His shirt is spread out just enough to see the top of his muscular chest. On his wrist, sits a Platinum Rolex, gleaming in the sun, almost blinding the camera. Shawn fixes his glasses, pushing them up a bit with his pointer finger, as he reaches the base of the steps leading up to the high school. He looks up at the school, with a faint smirk. He has a look upon his face, as if he were remembering a great past. He points at the school.
This school is where it all began. I won varsity letters in Football, and wrestling. I was an All-State Strong Safety. In my freshman year on the wrestling team, I went undefeated. In my sophomore year, I qualified for the state wrestling tournament. I placed third, in the state wrestling tournament as a Junior, and was the 1987 Pennsylvania State Wrestling Champion, as a Senior.
Horror shakes his head, and smiles. He rubs his hand across his mouth, and lets out a small laugh.
This is where I began my training. This is where I shed my first sweat, on a wrestling mat. This is where I spent all my time, in the gym of this very school. It’s hard to believe, looking back on it. It’s hard to believe I made it, and that I'm a superstar in a major wrestling organization. If you would have told me back then that this was my future, I would have told you to go see a shrink because you were crazy.
Shawn bends over and picks up a handful of gravel, drops it, and rubs the chalk from the stones together in his hands. He turns around, and begins to walk towards his car. As Shawn begins to open the door, he turns around to speak.
Let’s take a road trip.
Shawn steps into the car, shutting the door. The screen turns black for a brief amount of time. As it comes back on, we stare down another large building. The camera zooms in on a sign, reading "California University of Pennsylvania." We are now looking at Shawn Thomas. He walks towards the building. Upon reaching the door, Shawn stops, hand on the door handle, and turns around.
This is where I went to college; this is when I truly became known...the “King of Dread” and “The High Horror.”
Shawn pushes open the door, entering the college. He stops, looking around at the walls. He circles in place, looking around, astonished. He takes his glasses off of his eyes, and hangs them from his collar. A large grin takes over his face, as he begins slowly walking down the hall. He turns a few corners, takes in the air, and continues walking until he approaches a set of double doors. He stops, looking at the doors, as if they were the doorways to a sacred place. Shawn turns his head, looking back at the camera.
This school is where I continued my wrestling career upon graduating from High School. I wrestled, at an amateur level, and I was the NCAA Division 1 champion in 1990 and 1992. I was the national runner-up in 1991, and a 2-time NCAA Division 1 All-American. On top of all of this, I was the 1987 USA Junior Freestyle Champion, a 2-time USA Senior Freestyle champion. People think I got my nicknames from people on the streets. No. I got them from my opponents who fell to their demise at my power and ability. Of course my enormous size helped me, but still, my ability was unmatched.
Shawn slowly pushes upon the double-doors, exposing a rather large gymnasium. He walks to the middle, removes his shoes, and stands on a wrestling mat. He looks up, and lets out a deep breath. He slips his shoes back on and he walks towards the far corner of the gym, and pushes through another door, now leading to a Locker room. He takes a look around the locker room. He walks past training dummies, rows of lockers, wrestling mats propped up on the wall, and punching bags, until he reaches the very end of the room. It is rather dark, just light enough to see Shawn's face. Shawn slowly takes a seat, on a single chair sitting in the corner. He leans back.
People started taking me seriously in this school. I had so many accomplishments. Every weekend, I remember everyone asking, "Shawn, why don't you come party with us?" Or, “Shawn, why don't you find yourself a girlfriend?" I didn't care about either of those at the time. Instead of partying, I trained. Instead of spending all my time with a girl, I spent all my time in the gymnasium. Sure, it was a hard thing to do, but look where it has gotten me today. Upon graduating from this college, I continued to wrestle. I continued to train.
Shawn sits up, letting his forearms rest on his knees, cupping his hands.
In 1995, I got married to Julia. That was the happiest moment in my life at the time, but I wanted more. I couldn't just stop there. That’s when I started training again. My trainer, Jake Henderson, trained me at the Pennsylvania Fox Country-Club. We trained that entire year, for a job in pro wrestling. A few days after my full year, he was found dead in the training facility. Stabbed to death. I wanted to give up. But I didn't. I knew going all the way was what he wanted. So I trained.
Shawn sits back in his chair, folding his arms. He looks dead ahead, staring coldly.
So you see I know more about wrestling than anyone in this match. I have more accomplishments, than they could even fathom. I have forgotten more holds, than they will ever know. But at this point in my life, that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters...is Redemption.
Shawn stands up. He slowly walks over to a wall, and places his arm, resting his head against his forearm. He stares at the floor, with a seemingly disappointed look.
For two weeks, I have been back. For two weeks, everyone has been calling me deserving, congratulating me left and right. But for two weeks, I have yet to prove to myself...that I deserve this shot at the Tag Team Cup. Because you see, only one man in this business actually deserved to be called a champion. And that man is me.
Before I came back to WFWF, I was considered a broken man. I had gotten my personal life back on track, but when it came to that squared circle, some thought I didn't have it anymore. Everyone thought I was half the man I used to be. Even the man whom I took the win from, doubted me. He brought up a very, very solid perspective on things. He told me, "Shawn, look in the mirror, and tell me, if you honestly see the same man that won that you were when you won all of those titles in all of those old feds.." Well, Chris, I didn't see that same man. However you were right, you were all right. I'm not the man I was before.
Shawn removes his head and arm from the wall, and walks over to a mirror.
When I looked in the mirror, I too, saw a broken man. I saw a man who was living through the past, instead of looking towards the future. I caused a lot of adversity and controversy. Everyone thought I didn't deserve to just decide to pop up out of nowhere, and be allowed to wrestle here again. But what people fail to realize, is that through adversity, there is redemption. With passion, fighting, I am unbroken.
You see, the absence of fear, is the renewal of ourselves. And the absence of doubt, breeds desire. I was not afraid of you, Chris Shields. And for one brief moment, while I had that Urinagi hold locked in, the doubt disappeared. And in that same brief moment, the desire came back. The desire to be number one. And I won, Chris. You lost.
Shawn pulls himself from the wall, proceeding towards the chair. He stares around for a brief moment.
Now I have this match. My quest for gold...so close yet so far. I realized that it was just beginning. When I gained this opportunity, this bliss in the form of a golden plate, a new road opened. A new path was discovered. That road is my road...to Redemption. And that road has led me to an unexpected stop. And on that stop, I must partner with a man I have stepped into the ring with only once before. And I must face the current holders of this title, and some fast up and comers. Myself, and Dane Christian, must battle Jay and Kay Mayhem, Flamez and Shawn, Chris Shields and Spider, Luther Castle and Calvin Lee, The Axis, and Dave Williams/BJ Rocker in a tag team turmoil match for the Tag Team Heritage Cup.
I do not fear this match. I don't have any doubt in my mind, that Dane and I will steamroll right through of them. But it’s the aftermath that I am worried about. I don't think for one second, after that bell rings, and Dane's hand, and my hand, are raised, that I can trust anyone in that ring, including him. I know that he will take the shot at me whenever he gets it. Because he wants, like what everyone in this business wants, a chance to be the best. And in order to be the best, you must beat the best. But I'm expecting it Dane. I will be ready. And if you, or any other superstar wants a shot at me, you come and take it after our match. Dane, Chris, Dave, and everyone else who is in this match are just another stop, on my road to becoming the man I was. You guys are just another bump on the road. My road to the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal. My road...to Redemption.
Shawn puts his glasses back on and goes for the door. As he reaches the door, he flips a switch, shutting away all light from this room. He opens the door, letting light into the darkness. We see the silhouette of The High Horror leaving the door, as it slams behind him, leaving us, in total blackness.
This school is where it all began. I won varsity letters in Football, and wrestling. I was an All-State Strong Safety. In my freshman year on the wrestling team, I went undefeated. In my sophomore year, I qualified for the state wrestling tournament. I placed third, in the state wrestling tournament as a Junior, and was the 1987 Pennsylvania State Wrestling Champion, as a Senior.
Horror shakes his head, and smiles. He rubs his hand across his mouth, and lets out a small laugh.
This is where I began my training. This is where I shed my first sweat, on a wrestling mat. This is where I spent all my time, in the gym of this very school. It’s hard to believe, looking back on it. It’s hard to believe I made it, and that I'm a superstar in a major wrestling organization. If you would have told me back then that this was my future, I would have told you to go see a shrink because you were crazy.
Shawn bends over and picks up a handful of gravel, drops it, and rubs the chalk from the stones together in his hands. He turns around, and begins to walk towards his car. As Shawn begins to open the door, he turns around to speak.
Let’s take a road trip.
Shawn steps into the car, shutting the door. The screen turns black for a brief amount of time. As it comes back on, we stare down another large building. The camera zooms in on a sign, reading "California University of Pennsylvania." We are now looking at Shawn Thomas. He walks towards the building. Upon reaching the door, Shawn stops, hand on the door handle, and turns around.
This is where I went to college; this is when I truly became known...the “King of Dread” and “The High Horror.”
Shawn pushes open the door, entering the college. He stops, looking around at the walls. He circles in place, looking around, astonished. He takes his glasses off of his eyes, and hangs them from his collar. A large grin takes over his face, as he begins slowly walking down the hall. He turns a few corners, takes in the air, and continues walking until he approaches a set of double doors. He stops, looking at the doors, as if they were the doorways to a sacred place. Shawn turns his head, looking back at the camera.
This school is where I continued my wrestling career upon graduating from High School. I wrestled, at an amateur level, and I was the NCAA Division 1 champion in 1990 and 1992. I was the national runner-up in 1991, and a 2-time NCAA Division 1 All-American. On top of all of this, I was the 1987 USA Junior Freestyle Champion, a 2-time USA Senior Freestyle champion. People think I got my nicknames from people on the streets. No. I got them from my opponents who fell to their demise at my power and ability. Of course my enormous size helped me, but still, my ability was unmatched.
Shawn slowly pushes upon the double-doors, exposing a rather large gymnasium. He walks to the middle, removes his shoes, and stands on a wrestling mat. He looks up, and lets out a deep breath. He slips his shoes back on and he walks towards the far corner of the gym, and pushes through another door, now leading to a Locker room. He takes a look around the locker room. He walks past training dummies, rows of lockers, wrestling mats propped up on the wall, and punching bags, until he reaches the very end of the room. It is rather dark, just light enough to see Shawn's face. Shawn slowly takes a seat, on a single chair sitting in the corner. He leans back.
People started taking me seriously in this school. I had so many accomplishments. Every weekend, I remember everyone asking, "Shawn, why don't you come party with us?" Or, “Shawn, why don't you find yourself a girlfriend?" I didn't care about either of those at the time. Instead of partying, I trained. Instead of spending all my time with a girl, I spent all my time in the gymnasium. Sure, it was a hard thing to do, but look where it has gotten me today. Upon graduating from this college, I continued to wrestle. I continued to train.
Shawn sits up, letting his forearms rest on his knees, cupping his hands.
In 1995, I got married to Julia. That was the happiest moment in my life at the time, but I wanted more. I couldn't just stop there. That’s when I started training again. My trainer, Jake Henderson, trained me at the Pennsylvania Fox Country-Club. We trained that entire year, for a job in pro wrestling. A few days after my full year, he was found dead in the training facility. Stabbed to death. I wanted to give up. But I didn't. I knew going all the way was what he wanted. So I trained.
Shawn sits back in his chair, folding his arms. He looks dead ahead, staring coldly.
So you see I know more about wrestling than anyone in this match. I have more accomplishments, than they could even fathom. I have forgotten more holds, than they will ever know. But at this point in my life, that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters...is Redemption.
Shawn stands up. He slowly walks over to a wall, and places his arm, resting his head against his forearm. He stares at the floor, with a seemingly disappointed look.
For two weeks, I have been back. For two weeks, everyone has been calling me deserving, congratulating me left and right. But for two weeks, I have yet to prove to myself...that I deserve this shot at the Tag Team Cup. Because you see, only one man in this business actually deserved to be called a champion. And that man is me.
Before I came back to WFWF, I was considered a broken man. I had gotten my personal life back on track, but when it came to that squared circle, some thought I didn't have it anymore. Everyone thought I was half the man I used to be. Even the man whom I took the win from, doubted me. He brought up a very, very solid perspective on things. He told me, "Shawn, look in the mirror, and tell me, if you honestly see the same man that won that you were when you won all of those titles in all of those old feds.." Well, Chris, I didn't see that same man. However you were right, you were all right. I'm not the man I was before.
Shawn removes his head and arm from the wall, and walks over to a mirror.
When I looked in the mirror, I too, saw a broken man. I saw a man who was living through the past, instead of looking towards the future. I caused a lot of adversity and controversy. Everyone thought I didn't deserve to just decide to pop up out of nowhere, and be allowed to wrestle here again. But what people fail to realize, is that through adversity, there is redemption. With passion, fighting, I am unbroken.
You see, the absence of fear, is the renewal of ourselves. And the absence of doubt, breeds desire. I was not afraid of you, Chris Shields. And for one brief moment, while I had that Urinagi hold locked in, the doubt disappeared. And in that same brief moment, the desire came back. The desire to be number one. And I won, Chris. You lost.
Shawn pulls himself from the wall, proceeding towards the chair. He stares around for a brief moment.
Now I have this match. My quest for gold...so close yet so far. I realized that it was just beginning. When I gained this opportunity, this bliss in the form of a golden plate, a new road opened. A new path was discovered. That road is my road...to Redemption. And that road has led me to an unexpected stop. And on that stop, I must partner with a man I have stepped into the ring with only once before. And I must face the current holders of this title, and some fast up and comers. Myself, and Dane Christian, must battle Jay and Kay Mayhem, Flamez and Shawn, Chris Shields and Spider, Luther Castle and Calvin Lee, The Axis, and Dave Williams/BJ Rocker in a tag team turmoil match for the Tag Team Heritage Cup.
I do not fear this match. I don't have any doubt in my mind, that Dane and I will steamroll right through of them. But it’s the aftermath that I am worried about. I don't think for one second, after that bell rings, and Dane's hand, and my hand, are raised, that I can trust anyone in that ring, including him. I know that he will take the shot at me whenever he gets it. Because he wants, like what everyone in this business wants, a chance to be the best. And in order to be the best, you must beat the best. But I'm expecting it Dane. I will be ready. And if you, or any other superstar wants a shot at me, you come and take it after our match. Dane, Chris, Dave, and everyone else who is in this match are just another stop, on my road to becoming the man I was. You guys are just another bump on the road. My road to the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal. My road...to Redemption.
Shawn puts his glasses back on and goes for the door. As he reaches the door, he flips a switch, shutting away all light from this room. He opens the door, letting light into the darkness. We see the silhouette of The High Horror leaving the door, as it slams behind him, leaving us, in total blackness.
What do ya think?
Yeah they did. All comments except OMGz THISz DA WORZT! help. I will take it all in and hope my RPs in weeks to come get better.
