Post by kurtangleisgod on Apr 9, 2011 16:04:08 GMT -5
Cameron Stone is seen sitting on a rather precarious looking bar stool. Around him on the floor are several broken beer mugs, and empty shotglasses litter the counter in front of him. The bartender hands him another shot of tequila, which Stone downs instantly, immediately looking more sick than he already did. He motions for another shot to be given to him, and the bartender looks at him, caution spreading across his face.
Bartender: I don't think you should have any more son, you've already run your tab to over two hundred, and you're beginning to draw the attention of the other customers.
When that was said, it causes Stone to look around him, and he notices the only two other people in the bar, a young couple, both staring at him wildly. When he looks at them, they laugh at him, causing Stone, in a fit of rage, to toss an empty beer mug at them. He just misses them, as it smashes against the wall beside them. The girl screams, and the two people quickly get their things and leave the bar.
Stone: There, now theirs no customers to bother. Now give me another drink!
Bartender: I think you've had quite enough! I'm cutting you off, and you better get the hell out of here before I call the police!
Stone: Enough? You know, you're damn right I've had enough! I guess you bartender's really are good at giving advice!
Cameron Stone slides off the bar stool, stumbling over but just managing to catch his balance before he fell down completely. Stone scrambles on top of the bar counter, to the shock and dismay of the bartender, and Stone reaches over, grabbing a bottle of tequila, and he takes a swig out of it. The bartender disappears into the back, going for a telephone. Stone begins to speak, to the audience that isn't there, but to him, it feels like the world is watching.
Cameron Stone: You know, I've dreamed my entire life to be a pro wrestler, but not just to be one, to be one the best ones. I have a good mix of styles, I can do a bit of everything. I have the strength, the conditioning, the superstar look, I have the total package. There seems to be nothing missing, I got all the natural ability in the world, I should be one of the best in the world. But I'm not. And you know what? It is tearing me up inside. Knowing the the only place I truly succeeded was a little bush league place the can barely stay afloat. But when I come to the big leagues, I'm a joke, I can't seem to do anything worthwhile to save my life. And the only time here I've ever had a chance at something was when I was supposed to team with Shawn Malakai to battle for the tag team titles, and then, I was attacked before the match and severely injured. The one time I had an opportunity, one I hadn't evne earned, handed to me, my big chance, and I didn't even get to go for it. I nearly killed myself that day. It was the darkest day of my life. It was when I realized that maybe I was just destined to be a joke.
At that, Stone tripped and fell off the bar counter, smashing into a rack of whickey bottles, shattering most of them. He slowly got back to his feet, and managed to get up on the counter once again.
Stone: You know, that fall I just took is a perfect metaphor for my career thus far, I've just been steadily falling down farther and farther, with no end in sight. When I first came into the WFWF, they saw my potential, and I promised huge things. And I failed to deliver on any of those promises. The only noteworthy thing I ever did was beat Aaron Ashton, and I could tell his heart just wasn't in it that night, so I didn't feel that joy you'd normally get from a victory. For some reason, it just fell hollow. Then, the battle with Malakai and the injury came, and I was left to realize how little impression I had left in the WFWF. If I never came back, nobody would even notice, and I turned down offers to come back several times before I finally decided to give it another shot. I was coming back just in time for Rebecca Black's Friday Fun Party, but unfortunately, it wasn't exactly what you'd call fun for me. I again promised huge things, and again I failed to deliver, as Tabitha Owens made short work of me, just as her pal Braden Munroe once had. By the way, congratulations Tabitha, I hope you go far, because at least if you do, my loss to you doesn't look as bad. So Tabitha, since you made me look like a bitch, at least do one thing for me will you? Give em hell!
Once again, Cameron Stone took a tumble off the counter, onto the pile of broken glass from his last fall, and he cringed, and it took several moments for him to get up to a vertical base again. He pulled a piece of glass out of his back, and went to climb back onto the counter again, but then stopped, a smile crossing his face for the first time that night. He walked around the counter, so he was in front of it.
Stone: No, I'm not getting up there again.
that. I just keep falling off, and hurting myself, it's happened twice now. Exactly the same amount of times I've come into the WFWF saying I'm going to great, the best, or better than ever before. So you know what, I'm not going to say that either, because every time I do, I fail and look more and more pathetic. I mean, this week they got me battling the fast food freaks. I should be offended that i'm paired with a newbie and going against a processed chicken nugget and a poopty strawberry shake, but I'm not. Usually here I'd also say to my partner to stand back and let the pros handle it, but you know, what, I'm not going to. Oscar, I expect you at your best, and if you have a chance to take the match, do it. The two of us will make fast work of fast food. Normally here, I'd say that was set in stone, but you know, it isn't. So I'm just going to go out there, do my thing, and see what the hell happens. You know, I suddenly have this strange craving for McDonalds. . . . . .
As Cameron Stone walks out the door of the bar, sirens can be heard, and the bartender looks on in relief.
Bartender: I don't think you should have any more son, you've already run your tab to over two hundred, and you're beginning to draw the attention of the other customers.
When that was said, it causes Stone to look around him, and he notices the only two other people in the bar, a young couple, both staring at him wildly. When he looks at them, they laugh at him, causing Stone, in a fit of rage, to toss an empty beer mug at them. He just misses them, as it smashes against the wall beside them. The girl screams, and the two people quickly get their things and leave the bar.
Stone: There, now theirs no customers to bother. Now give me another drink!
Bartender: I think you've had quite enough! I'm cutting you off, and you better get the hell out of here before I call the police!
Stone: Enough? You know, you're damn right I've had enough! I guess you bartender's really are good at giving advice!
Cameron Stone slides off the bar stool, stumbling over but just managing to catch his balance before he fell down completely. Stone scrambles on top of the bar counter, to the shock and dismay of the bartender, and Stone reaches over, grabbing a bottle of tequila, and he takes a swig out of it. The bartender disappears into the back, going for a telephone. Stone begins to speak, to the audience that isn't there, but to him, it feels like the world is watching.
Cameron Stone: You know, I've dreamed my entire life to be a pro wrestler, but not just to be one, to be one the best ones. I have a good mix of styles, I can do a bit of everything. I have the strength, the conditioning, the superstar look, I have the total package. There seems to be nothing missing, I got all the natural ability in the world, I should be one of the best in the world. But I'm not. And you know what? It is tearing me up inside. Knowing the the only place I truly succeeded was a little bush league place the can barely stay afloat. But when I come to the big leagues, I'm a joke, I can't seem to do anything worthwhile to save my life. And the only time here I've ever had a chance at something was when I was supposed to team with Shawn Malakai to battle for the tag team titles, and then, I was attacked before the match and severely injured. The one time I had an opportunity, one I hadn't evne earned, handed to me, my big chance, and I didn't even get to go for it. I nearly killed myself that day. It was the darkest day of my life. It was when I realized that maybe I was just destined to be a joke.
At that, Stone tripped and fell off the bar counter, smashing into a rack of whickey bottles, shattering most of them. He slowly got back to his feet, and managed to get up on the counter once again.
Stone: You know, that fall I just took is a perfect metaphor for my career thus far, I've just been steadily falling down farther and farther, with no end in sight. When I first came into the WFWF, they saw my potential, and I promised huge things. And I failed to deliver on any of those promises. The only noteworthy thing I ever did was beat Aaron Ashton, and I could tell his heart just wasn't in it that night, so I didn't feel that joy you'd normally get from a victory. For some reason, it just fell hollow. Then, the battle with Malakai and the injury came, and I was left to realize how little impression I had left in the WFWF. If I never came back, nobody would even notice, and I turned down offers to come back several times before I finally decided to give it another shot. I was coming back just in time for Rebecca Black's Friday Fun Party, but unfortunately, it wasn't exactly what you'd call fun for me. I again promised huge things, and again I failed to deliver, as Tabitha Owens made short work of me, just as her pal Braden Munroe once had. By the way, congratulations Tabitha, I hope you go far, because at least if you do, my loss to you doesn't look as bad. So Tabitha, since you made me look like a bitch, at least do one thing for me will you? Give em hell!
Once again, Cameron Stone took a tumble off the counter, onto the pile of broken glass from his last fall, and he cringed, and it took several moments for him to get up to a vertical base again. He pulled a piece of glass out of his back, and went to climb back onto the counter again, but then stopped, a smile crossing his face for the first time that night. He walked around the counter, so he was in front of it.
Stone: No, I'm not getting up there again.
that. I just keep falling off, and hurting myself, it's happened twice now. Exactly the same amount of times I've come into the WFWF saying I'm going to great, the best, or better than ever before. So you know what, I'm not going to say that either, because every time I do, I fail and look more and more pathetic. I mean, this week they got me battling the fast food freaks. I should be offended that i'm paired with a newbie and going against a processed chicken nugget and a poopty strawberry shake, but I'm not. Usually here I'd also say to my partner to stand back and let the pros handle it, but you know, what, I'm not going to. Oscar, I expect you at your best, and if you have a chance to take the match, do it. The two of us will make fast work of fast food. Normally here, I'd say that was set in stone, but you know, it isn't. So I'm just going to go out there, do my thing, and see what the hell happens. You know, I suddenly have this strange craving for McDonalds. . . . . . As Cameron Stone walks out the door of the bar, sirens can be heard, and the bartender looks on in relief.
