Post by The Rock on Sept 20, 2009 10:49:00 GMT -5
Cameras come in from many angles focusing on the top of a building at the crack of dawn. The darkness surrounds everything and the thin light of the moon and many lights coming from the arena in perfect view from the rooftop of an unidentified building. From behind the shdows and many metal contraptions walks FCW board of directors and superstar Aaron Bischoff. He slowly makes his way over to the side where he confronts a cement barrier where he peaks over to see the closing of the arena that Anarchy is scheduled to be at. Utter silence but the closing of doors makes the scene uncomfortable. Down from the building, we see the final workers exiting through the back door breathing smoke in the cold night air. Bischoff jumps up to the top of the barrier and stands in a near suicide position.
Where I stand right now, is the same spot that a Robin would take flight.. Down there at that arena, is where the "Luminous Robin" would take flight against me in a match.
He sighs and paces down along the side of the wall pulling something out of his pocket and returning it to it's place.
But sometimes, birds don't always fly correctly. The young birds don't always leave their nest peacefully and it should be no differently for the bird of wrestling. Everyone has their day and that day is here. For weeks I have pondered the truth of heels and face and came to a much better solution that isn't as idiotic. The truth is reality. Real wrestlers who wrestle to wrestle. In recent weeks I have also come off as a heel... My friend Vince and I are better than heels. We are visionaries. Visionaries in the art of wrestling.
The Robin is a common bird. So what makes the Luminous Robin better than any wrestler. A winning record of 19 weeks?
Birds are complicated things but the Robin? Relatively simple. Simple-minded creatures that are often found dead on the side of the road, value to nobody and victims to every human with a car. Close to what will happen to at Friday Night Anarchy. Time has come for the Luminous Robin to join his brothers and play dead at ringside. Because when the ref's hand comes down for the final count, you will not know what is happening. Just like 19 weeks of wrestling collapsing on your shoulders and suddenly all that extra effort to please the fans doesn't matter any longer. What matters is that your superior finally got the best of you. Maybe then you will come to terms and think about, reality. Reality sets in.
Aaron kicks a few pebbles from the building off the side and sits along the side with his legs hanging over the edge. A huge drop from the top of the building to the street. Bischoff slides his blonde hair back behind his ears and the camera comes to a close up of his face.
A terrible sight this is Robin... The sight and fears that you could actually fall this far and land to no return. What I am getting to here is, to be explained by the rooftops of any building.
You could fall in that very ring and be incapable to hit the Climax. This is more to me than Alexander winning his title anymore because really I could give a damn less whether you win or Parise wins. This is my night. My night to shine and my chance to prove that I am more than just the Board Of Directors. I think its time that reality checks in.. Believe that my front flip piledriver will do the trick. My time is now.
He jumps to his feet and spreads his arms in the air to imitate a bird and smiles looking down. Finally the arena lights shut off all at once and the screen goes dark....
Where I stand right now, is the same spot that a Robin would take flight.. Down there at that arena, is where the "Luminous Robin" would take flight against me in a match.
He sighs and paces down along the side of the wall pulling something out of his pocket and returning it to it's place.
But sometimes, birds don't always fly correctly. The young birds don't always leave their nest peacefully and it should be no differently for the bird of wrestling. Everyone has their day and that day is here. For weeks I have pondered the truth of heels and face and came to a much better solution that isn't as idiotic. The truth is reality. Real wrestlers who wrestle to wrestle. In recent weeks I have also come off as a heel... My friend Vince and I are better than heels. We are visionaries. Visionaries in the art of wrestling.
The Robin is a common bird. So what makes the Luminous Robin better than any wrestler. A winning record of 19 weeks?
Birds are complicated things but the Robin? Relatively simple. Simple-minded creatures that are often found dead on the side of the road, value to nobody and victims to every human with a car. Close to what will happen to at Friday Night Anarchy. Time has come for the Luminous Robin to join his brothers and play dead at ringside. Because when the ref's hand comes down for the final count, you will not know what is happening. Just like 19 weeks of wrestling collapsing on your shoulders and suddenly all that extra effort to please the fans doesn't matter any longer. What matters is that your superior finally got the best of you. Maybe then you will come to terms and think about, reality. Reality sets in.
Aaron kicks a few pebbles from the building off the side and sits along the side with his legs hanging over the edge. A huge drop from the top of the building to the street. Bischoff slides his blonde hair back behind his ears and the camera comes to a close up of his face.
A terrible sight this is Robin... The sight and fears that you could actually fall this far and land to no return. What I am getting to here is, to be explained by the rooftops of any building.
You could fall in that very ring and be incapable to hit the Climax. This is more to me than Alexander winning his title anymore because really I could give a damn less whether you win or Parise wins. This is my night. My night to shine and my chance to prove that I am more than just the Board Of Directors. I think its time that reality checks in.. Believe that my front flip piledriver will do the trick. My time is now.
He jumps to his feet and spreads his arms in the air to imitate a bird and smiles looking down. Finally the arena lights shut off all at once and the screen goes dark....
