Post by Alexander "The Great" Parise on May 5, 2009 22:17:14 GMT -5
The screen slowly begins fading back in from commercials, rolling into a dimly lit locker room. Water can be heard dripping somewhere in the back of the room. The lights flicker for a moment, revealing a lone man sitting on a bench in the middle of the cramped locker room. The man is sitting with his head in his knees before slowly looking up, letting out a disturbing laugh.
“Ah Hunter…”
The man says, still letting out his laugh that echoes through the room, causing an eerie pause.
“You don’t know where I’ve been.”
The man continues to laugh before looking up, we are just able to see that the man is in fact Alexander Parise.
“I don’t care for your petty insults, I don’t care that you’re already making excuses as to why I am going to beat you. The only thing that matters to me is making sure that you don’t get back up.”
Parise lets out another laugh before he slowly rises to his feet. He smiles as he walks to the side of the room, opening up a locker that lets out a deafening creaking sound. He peers inside, clearly finding nothing so he moves to the next one, which lets out the same noise as the last one. This time he finds what he is looking for; a sledgehammer. He smiles as he draws it out in front of him, holding just as Triple H would.
“I hear you like playing games, Triple H. I got one for ya: let’s put that determined heart and soul of yours to the test. Because quite frankly, I’ve heard a lot of talk about you, but I haven’t seen do anything…good. I mean it’s been two weeks, and you still haven’t done anything. I don’t see why you deserve to be in the main event. You’re too old. Let’s face it; your knees creak more than this locker door.”
Alexander closes the locker door, which once again creaks loudly. He turns and sits back down on the bench, bending over with the sledgehammer merely centimeters from his face.
“Hunter, you can talk all you want about how good you are, but at the end of the day it’s clear that you’d rather be sitting in my body. And I can’t say I blame you, all the things you wish you could be, and that’s me. I am free in all the ways you are not. I’m not bounded by the laws of the jungle, I just go. When I come out here each and every night, I know that I have nothing to prove to anyone. But you, you can deny it all you want, you can turn your back on the people, the people that are the reason you’re even around anymore. It’s clear that you need them; you can’t fight without them screaming, whether they’re with you or against you. Because that’s just the guy who you are.”
Alexander slowly rolls his head, sizing up the sledgehammer before letting out a sigh and continuing.
“But me. I’m that guy; with them or without them, I will succeed. I’ve never needed anything, or anyone. Now I know exactly what you’ll say ‘you have Gimmick in your corner’. Gimmick and I aren’t here to win the tag titles; we’re here to bring a new era to the wrestling world. We don’t need to have people in our corners to beat the likes of you and your equally old and useless friend, Shawn Michaels.”
Parise rises to his feet, dropping the sledgehammer to the ground which hits the ground with a loud *clonk*. Alexander strokes his hand through his point hair, pushing it back before it slowly retakes it regular formation.
“See, Hunter, I’m not a history fetish, I’m just interested in any man who ruled the world before he was thirty.”
Alexander once again laughs his evil laugh, adding to the alright eerie atmosphere of the room.
“Triple H, I am by definition great. There’s a reason guys like me make a name for themselves in their first week in the business. You didn’t see me come here and put on some half-ass person of a ‘wealthy sophisticated’ Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I came in here and told it as it is. I didn’t have to sleep with the boss’s daughter. In my first ever match in FCW I take on the ‘legendary’ Triple H. And boy oh boy, its gunna be fun.”
He lets out another laugh as he leans up against a locker. He slowly begins to regain his composure as he looks at the camera again.
“On the day Alexander ‘The Great’ was born, an eagle landed on top of the building Alexander was born on, the eagle is the symbol of the Greek God, Zeus. On the day that I beat you I may not have Zeus on my side, but that’s because I won’t need him. The only thing I’m gunna need is the endurance to outlast you, because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out your weaknesses, which is besides simple wrestling.”
Alexander smiles at his joke before looking behind him at the source of the dripping water.
“I realize you like to play games, Hunter. I mean you had to have ‘earned’ that nickname someway, right? Regardless, we all play games, really, everything’s a game. Every little move we make in life is part of one big game. And I don’t want to be just a pawn in that game, I want to be the king. I will be the ‘king of kings’. I’m gunna play the game like no one ever has, like no one ever could have dreamed of playing it. I will set out the new rule book for this stage in our lives. So far no one has been able to show how pathetic you are, but that’ll all change. I will reinvent the way these people look at you, and I’ll do it for one simple reason: because I can. Because after all, I am Alexander ‘The Great’, and I am the one who will put you out of your misery.
Alexander smiles, and laughs, harder than he had at any time before as the camera slowly fades to black.
“Ah Hunter…”
The man says, still letting out his laugh that echoes through the room, causing an eerie pause.
“You don’t know where I’ve been.”
The man continues to laugh before looking up, we are just able to see that the man is in fact Alexander Parise.
“I don’t care for your petty insults, I don’t care that you’re already making excuses as to why I am going to beat you. The only thing that matters to me is making sure that you don’t get back up.”
Parise lets out another laugh before he slowly rises to his feet. He smiles as he walks to the side of the room, opening up a locker that lets out a deafening creaking sound. He peers inside, clearly finding nothing so he moves to the next one, which lets out the same noise as the last one. This time he finds what he is looking for; a sledgehammer. He smiles as he draws it out in front of him, holding just as Triple H would.
“I hear you like playing games, Triple H. I got one for ya: let’s put that determined heart and soul of yours to the test. Because quite frankly, I’ve heard a lot of talk about you, but I haven’t seen do anything…good. I mean it’s been two weeks, and you still haven’t done anything. I don’t see why you deserve to be in the main event. You’re too old. Let’s face it; your knees creak more than this locker door.”
Alexander closes the locker door, which once again creaks loudly. He turns and sits back down on the bench, bending over with the sledgehammer merely centimeters from his face.
“Hunter, you can talk all you want about how good you are, but at the end of the day it’s clear that you’d rather be sitting in my body. And I can’t say I blame you, all the things you wish you could be, and that’s me. I am free in all the ways you are not. I’m not bounded by the laws of the jungle, I just go. When I come out here each and every night, I know that I have nothing to prove to anyone. But you, you can deny it all you want, you can turn your back on the people, the people that are the reason you’re even around anymore. It’s clear that you need them; you can’t fight without them screaming, whether they’re with you or against you. Because that’s just the guy who you are.”
Alexander slowly rolls his head, sizing up the sledgehammer before letting out a sigh and continuing.
“But me. I’m that guy; with them or without them, I will succeed. I’ve never needed anything, or anyone. Now I know exactly what you’ll say ‘you have Gimmick in your corner’. Gimmick and I aren’t here to win the tag titles; we’re here to bring a new era to the wrestling world. We don’t need to have people in our corners to beat the likes of you and your equally old and useless friend, Shawn Michaels.”
Parise rises to his feet, dropping the sledgehammer to the ground which hits the ground with a loud *clonk*. Alexander strokes his hand through his point hair, pushing it back before it slowly retakes it regular formation.
“See, Hunter, I’m not a history fetish, I’m just interested in any man who ruled the world before he was thirty.”
Alexander once again laughs his evil laugh, adding to the alright eerie atmosphere of the room.
“Triple H, I am by definition great. There’s a reason guys like me make a name for themselves in their first week in the business. You didn’t see me come here and put on some half-ass person of a ‘wealthy sophisticated’ Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I came in here and told it as it is. I didn’t have to sleep with the boss’s daughter. In my first ever match in FCW I take on the ‘legendary’ Triple H. And boy oh boy, its gunna be fun.”
He lets out another laugh as he leans up against a locker. He slowly begins to regain his composure as he looks at the camera again.
“On the day Alexander ‘The Great’ was born, an eagle landed on top of the building Alexander was born on, the eagle is the symbol of the Greek God, Zeus. On the day that I beat you I may not have Zeus on my side, but that’s because I won’t need him. The only thing I’m gunna need is the endurance to outlast you, because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out your weaknesses, which is besides simple wrestling.”
Alexander smiles at his joke before looking behind him at the source of the dripping water.
“I realize you like to play games, Hunter. I mean you had to have ‘earned’ that nickname someway, right? Regardless, we all play games, really, everything’s a game. Every little move we make in life is part of one big game. And I don’t want to be just a pawn in that game, I want to be the king. I will be the ‘king of kings’. I’m gunna play the game like no one ever has, like no one ever could have dreamed of playing it. I will set out the new rule book for this stage in our lives. So far no one has been able to show how pathetic you are, but that’ll all change. I will reinvent the way these people look at you, and I’ll do it for one simple reason: because I can. Because after all, I am Alexander ‘The Great’, and I am the one who will put you out of your misery.
Alexander smiles, and laughs, harder than he had at any time before as the camera slowly fades to black.