Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Nov 3, 2012 16:05:09 GMT -5
In an empty corridor in the Orleans Arena we see John Fisherman, sporting a brand new look, slowly wandering deep in thought. It's been a while since he's stepped foot through the arena that was once the home of Millenium Pro Wrestling. The corridor is quiet, all that can be heard is his footsteps. There is a camera set in this corridor, pointing towards a vacant fold-up chair. All that is surrounding this chair is darkness. That is when Fisherman emerges from the darkness. As he sits down, we catch a glimpse of his new look on the camera. He had cut and styled his hair. He had also shaved his once treasured goatee. He is wearing light denim jeans and a black shirt with gray designs. He sits in the chair and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and exhales as he looks away from the camera.
"It's been a long time since I've been here. It's still as disappointingly bland as ever..."
He finally faces the camera with a serious look on his face.
"But my how things have changed. Last time I stepped foot in this place, it was the home to a company called Millenium Pro Wrestling. Every Monday night the Orleans Arena would be packed with mindless drones anticipating the stars of MPW to sustain them with the promise of drama and excitement. I was one of those stars who would continue to fulfill that promise week after week, but above all else, I was the most talented. But I think it isn't a secret anymore that these other stars did not want to admit that I was better than them and most of them wanted nothing to do with me because they knew it. You see, because of these insecurities, they all treated me as a nobody. I was a joke to them because they wanted to turn me into a joke. In fact the only person who wanted me to succeed in MPW was Jasmine Biguns. She was highly supportive, but eventually I realized that this wasn't enough. She promised that she would help me achieve true success here, a promise that she failed to keep. Instead of securing my spot at the top, she was more concerned with her own personal issues than my career. Quite frankly, I wish I had dropped her sooner, because she turned out to be more of a hindrance than an asset. In fact it was her who led me to what was my final downfall."
He gently squeezed the bridge of his nose, showing a tiny bit of frustration.
"In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, I was suspended. You probably already know the details so I'll just skip them. Bottom line, I was suspended for up to sixty days. As if week after week of loss after loss, controversy after controversy wasn't enough, this was the icing on the cake. Still to this day I swear that the CEO had a smile on his face when he handed me the notice. And so there you are, the so-called stars of MPW had finally gotten rid of their biggest threat, and I was forced to attend a rehabilitation facility in Denver. Everyone was happy."
A sarcastic smile creeps onto his face.
"Everyone made sure that I would be nothing more than hype, and in the end I fell down the path of the likes of that decrepit has-been Cyrus and that pompous ass Michaels...
...or so you thought...
...all of you presumed that this would be the end of me. All of you assured yourselves that you would not have to deal with the epitome of talent again. But oh how wrong you are. In fact, before my suspension has even been lifted, I've already been announced on the card for MPW's next show. You know what that tells me? That tells me that things have certainly changed, but not for the better. In fact you could say that this company has been spiraling down the toilet since I left. Face it, you guys need me. You need someone with real talent to carry this company back onto the pedestal. You may not want to admit it, but quite frankly, I was the only guy here who could hold this company and make it the must-see spectacle that it was, despite all of your efforts to make a mockery out of me."
He smiles once again.
"So how does it feel to be proven wrong? The people who once egged me out of the company has lifted my suspension early so I can once again save the show. It makes me laugh how at one time you would all try to deflate what you claimed to be an over-inflated ego, when in fact, you were the ones who thought you could run two shows a week without me. And you tried to bruise my ego, but you ended up losing the show that I helped bring to one of the most watched shows on the Wrestling Television Network. But I must confess. Earlier this week, I actually considered leaving this company for good and let you bury yourselves in your own grave. I asked myself what was the point, what would be the point of rescuing the company that once shunned you for being the most talented star of the generation? That was when I realized that you need me, and you do. You may not want to admit it, but you know for a fact that it's the truth."
He finally leans back in the chair.
"In the end, it wasn't a surprise at all. I am after all the epitome of talent. But you know something else? What you have all proven is that I am in fact the most wanted star in the business today. I mean how often does a professional wrestling company approach a specific wrestler for a job? I have finally proven my point. I am the king of the world! No one can argue with that anymore."
He opens his arms and looks up to the heavens.
"I am the greatest face to grace the wrestling race!"
He looks back to the camera as he leans forward again, now no longer calm and sarcastic, but now proud and boastful.
"It doesn't matter what anyone tells me anymore. I have nothing more to prove. I don't need any championships or trophies. It is officially a bonified fact that I, the one, the only, the original John Fisherman, am in fact, the true king of the world! Love me or hate me, you cannot argue with that because it is the truth. I don't need anyone's approval, everyone now knows that I am the greatest wrestler to have ever lived. I am the king of the world!"
His smile suddenly disappears as he faces the camera once again, now with a look of disdain on his face.
"I have nothing to prove, and I certainly have nothing to prove against this so-called actor I'm supposed to be facing on the night of my return. Don't take it personally son, but quite frankly you don't stand a chance against someone like me. So I'm gonna give the option right now. You don't have to compete against me, and I don't have to humiliate you. Either way, I'll still be better than you, I'll still be the guy keeping this company from the toilet, and I'll still be better than everyone else in the roster."
He leans closer to the camera.
"Now get the cameras ready. I will return this Thursday to my new home the Mandalay Bay Events Center. MPW, your king has returned. Spoiler alert...
...I'm back."
And with that, the camera fades out. A quietly confident John Fisherman leaves the Orleans Arena with a wicked smirk on his face.
"It's been a long time since I've been here. It's still as disappointingly bland as ever..."
He finally faces the camera with a serious look on his face.
"But my how things have changed. Last time I stepped foot in this place, it was the home to a company called Millenium Pro Wrestling. Every Monday night the Orleans Arena would be packed with mindless drones anticipating the stars of MPW to sustain them with the promise of drama and excitement. I was one of those stars who would continue to fulfill that promise week after week, but above all else, I was the most talented. But I think it isn't a secret anymore that these other stars did not want to admit that I was better than them and most of them wanted nothing to do with me because they knew it. You see, because of these insecurities, they all treated me as a nobody. I was a joke to them because they wanted to turn me into a joke. In fact the only person who wanted me to succeed in MPW was Jasmine Biguns. She was highly supportive, but eventually I realized that this wasn't enough. She promised that she would help me achieve true success here, a promise that she failed to keep. Instead of securing my spot at the top, she was more concerned with her own personal issues than my career. Quite frankly, I wish I had dropped her sooner, because she turned out to be more of a hindrance than an asset. In fact it was her who led me to what was my final downfall."
He gently squeezed the bridge of his nose, showing a tiny bit of frustration.
"In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, I was suspended. You probably already know the details so I'll just skip them. Bottom line, I was suspended for up to sixty days. As if week after week of loss after loss, controversy after controversy wasn't enough, this was the icing on the cake. Still to this day I swear that the CEO had a smile on his face when he handed me the notice. And so there you are, the so-called stars of MPW had finally gotten rid of their biggest threat, and I was forced to attend a rehabilitation facility in Denver. Everyone was happy."
A sarcastic smile creeps onto his face.
"Everyone made sure that I would be nothing more than hype, and in the end I fell down the path of the likes of that decrepit has-been Cyrus and that pompous ass Michaels...
...or so you thought...
...all of you presumed that this would be the end of me. All of you assured yourselves that you would not have to deal with the epitome of talent again. But oh how wrong you are. In fact, before my suspension has even been lifted, I've already been announced on the card for MPW's next show. You know what that tells me? That tells me that things have certainly changed, but not for the better. In fact you could say that this company has been spiraling down the toilet since I left. Face it, you guys need me. You need someone with real talent to carry this company back onto the pedestal. You may not want to admit it, but quite frankly, I was the only guy here who could hold this company and make it the must-see spectacle that it was, despite all of your efforts to make a mockery out of me."
He smiles once again.
"So how does it feel to be proven wrong? The people who once egged me out of the company has lifted my suspension early so I can once again save the show. It makes me laugh how at one time you would all try to deflate what you claimed to be an over-inflated ego, when in fact, you were the ones who thought you could run two shows a week without me. And you tried to bruise my ego, but you ended up losing the show that I helped bring to one of the most watched shows on the Wrestling Television Network. But I must confess. Earlier this week, I actually considered leaving this company for good and let you bury yourselves in your own grave. I asked myself what was the point, what would be the point of rescuing the company that once shunned you for being the most talented star of the generation? That was when I realized that you need me, and you do. You may not want to admit it, but you know for a fact that it's the truth."
He finally leans back in the chair.
"In the end, it wasn't a surprise at all. I am after all the epitome of talent. But you know something else? What you have all proven is that I am in fact the most wanted star in the business today. I mean how often does a professional wrestling company approach a specific wrestler for a job? I have finally proven my point. I am the king of the world! No one can argue with that anymore."
He opens his arms and looks up to the heavens.
"I am the greatest face to grace the wrestling race!"
He looks back to the camera as he leans forward again, now no longer calm and sarcastic, but now proud and boastful.
"It doesn't matter what anyone tells me anymore. I have nothing more to prove. I don't need any championships or trophies. It is officially a bonified fact that I, the one, the only, the original John Fisherman, am in fact, the true king of the world! Love me or hate me, you cannot argue with that because it is the truth. I don't need anyone's approval, everyone now knows that I am the greatest wrestler to have ever lived. I am the king of the world!"
His smile suddenly disappears as he faces the camera once again, now with a look of disdain on his face.
"I have nothing to prove, and I certainly have nothing to prove against this so-called actor I'm supposed to be facing on the night of my return. Don't take it personally son, but quite frankly you don't stand a chance against someone like me. So I'm gonna give the option right now. You don't have to compete against me, and I don't have to humiliate you. Either way, I'll still be better than you, I'll still be the guy keeping this company from the toilet, and I'll still be better than everyone else in the roster."
He leans closer to the camera.
"Now get the cameras ready. I will return this Thursday to my new home the Mandalay Bay Events Center. MPW, your king has returned. Spoiler alert...
...I'm back."
And with that, the camera fades out. A quietly confident John Fisherman leaves the Orleans Arena with a wicked smirk on his face.
