JoetheShow
September 28th, 2006, 12:40 AM
At The Future is Now after… something happens, we cut to the ring where everyone is sitting waiting for the next segment. We don’t wait long as the soft melodies of “My Last Serenade” play over the speakers. The first few rows stand to greet Tyler Hart as the music gets harder and charges, as much as it can, through the speakers. As the screaming begins, Tyler busts through the curtain to a mixed reaction. He pauses for a second before continuing his walk to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach out to touch him. He casually makes his way up the stairs, catching a mic, and steps through the ropes into the ring.
Tyler Hart: Well here I am, one week later, back in this city. If the pay checks weren’t so good, I’d probably never end up back in this sh*thole of building.
As I stand here in this ring and look around, I get sick to my stomach. I got the same feeling when I stepped off the plane. Just think about it, a guy my age with all of this ungodly talent, standing before you fat, overweight nerds who paid twenty bucks for the orgasm you achieve by watching me make another man cry.
Fan: Shut the f*ck up!
Hart: No, you shut the f*ck up! You see, I’m here as the example. I’m nineteen years old, I have the whole world in front of me, while you only have your ugly wife and kids at home and a sh*tty job that barely pays the bills. I’m all you have to look forward to it seems; A young kid, on the way up and no one there to stand in his way, a technical juggernaut in the making. You couldn’t do half the things I’m capable of in this ring on your best day. The most exercise you get is when you sit in front of your computer when the wife goes to bed. Hell, you had to catch your breath for 10 minutes after you took your seat. But I’m not mad at you, I pity you. I pity all of you.
Last week I beat, no… I destroyed Adam Pugh and little Mattie Voltaire. Tonight I take on a man I’ve never even heard of. Roderick C. Brookes, you picked the wrong man to f*ck with. Last week, I dominated two men that have competed at the next level. So Roddy, what in the Hell do you think I’m going to do to you? When this is all said and done, you’re going to be nothing more than a chalk outline on the pavement, and dead carcass in the Coliseum for all these leeches to feed off of.
So for the next five minutes, go ahead Philly, live through me. Let the next moments be the greatest of your lives. Cherish them, because you’re looking into the future. Enjoy this time we’re spending together because come Monday, it’s all over. You go back to your dull wasted lives. You’ll go back to your cigarettes and TV dinners and rot while I take on the life you couldn’t. Live it up Philly, no… heh… JUST GO **** YOURSELVES.
Get ol’ Roddy out here!
With that, Tyler drops the mic on the ground and gets ready for Brookes
Tyler Hart: Well here I am, one week later, back in this city. If the pay checks weren’t so good, I’d probably never end up back in this sh*thole of building.
As I stand here in this ring and look around, I get sick to my stomach. I got the same feeling when I stepped off the plane. Just think about it, a guy my age with all of this ungodly talent, standing before you fat, overweight nerds who paid twenty bucks for the orgasm you achieve by watching me make another man cry.
Fan: Shut the f*ck up!
Hart: No, you shut the f*ck up! You see, I’m here as the example. I’m nineteen years old, I have the whole world in front of me, while you only have your ugly wife and kids at home and a sh*tty job that barely pays the bills. I’m all you have to look forward to it seems; A young kid, on the way up and no one there to stand in his way, a technical juggernaut in the making. You couldn’t do half the things I’m capable of in this ring on your best day. The most exercise you get is when you sit in front of your computer when the wife goes to bed. Hell, you had to catch your breath for 10 minutes after you took your seat. But I’m not mad at you, I pity you. I pity all of you.
Last week I beat, no… I destroyed Adam Pugh and little Mattie Voltaire. Tonight I take on a man I’ve never even heard of. Roderick C. Brookes, you picked the wrong man to f*ck with. Last week, I dominated two men that have competed at the next level. So Roddy, what in the Hell do you think I’m going to do to you? When this is all said and done, you’re going to be nothing more than a chalk outline on the pavement, and dead carcass in the Coliseum for all these leeches to feed off of.
So for the next five minutes, go ahead Philly, live through me. Let the next moments be the greatest of your lives. Cherish them, because you’re looking into the future. Enjoy this time we’re spending together because come Monday, it’s all over. You go back to your dull wasted lives. You’ll go back to your cigarettes and TV dinners and rot while I take on the life you couldn’t. Live it up Philly, no… heh… JUST GO **** YOURSELVES.
Get ol’ Roddy out here!
With that, Tyler drops the mic on the ground and gets ready for Brookes