Post by chriscompact on Dec 4, 2017 4:39:54 GMT -8
"You are never going to make it. You are never going to make it. You are never... going.. to make it..."
The scene opens in an undisclosed backstage area. Chris Compact, wearing his usual choice of ripped jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt, is standing in front of a freshly made GWD banner, arms folded across the chest, giving the camera his most intense look possible.
"You know Lobo, the comic book character? That big pale dude with the hook and all? Yeah... You know how he has a little radio built inside his brain that plays the same metal song over and over and over on an infinite loop? That´s exactly how I have felt for the past year, but instead of a metal song, these words that I just repeated echo through my head on a loop. You are never going to make it. You are never going to make it. You are-- Fuck that!" he shouts, shooting his middle finger towards the camera for a second before folding arms across his chest once again.
"From the very first day I took up wrestling training, I was ridiculed. I was given almost no support whatsoever. The students I trained with made me an outcast, the butt of their jokes. Even Adam Stryker, the guy who trained me here in LA, always said: Yeah, you´re good, but... You hit hard, but... Well, Adam... and everyone else frankly... I am here to show you that there are not buts and ifs. That I am just that good, that I just hit that damn hard, no matter if I´m 5 foot 4 or 7 feet tall."
He takes a deep breath.
"So... now that we have that shit out of the way," he continues much more calmly, "we can forget stupid jokes about my size and move on to the important stuff, right? Like finally properly introducing myself. So... What the fuck is up, GWD? My name is Chris Compact and in case you haven´t noticed, I am the biggest..." He stops for a second. "Let me rephrase that... I am the MOST IMPORTANT, MOST AMAZING wrestling superstar on this here roster. And, because of that, of course, I am your next American Justice champion."
"Justice," he repeats. "Conveniently, that is a word exactly describing what my upstarting pro wrestling career will be all about. Justice for all those who have been labelled too small or too weak to break through in this filthy business. And I know, I know, there were many before me that made similar claims. But you know how those guys were..."
He waves his arms up in the sky and starts mimicking a squeaky teenage voice.
"Oooooh, I´m gonna be a rasslin´star now, because I´m gonna, eeeehhh, I´m gonna wait for my opportunity, and I´m gonna be real nice to each other, so everyone says Hey, that short kid is really nice, let´s book him on our show and stuff, and I´m gonna respect everyone and--"
He lets out a slight "Erm," in his normal voice and folds arms across his chest yet again.
"Well... You get it, right?" he asks with his typical, cynically sounding voice. "All the young boys who get out of the training ring and are let out into the wild of professional wrestling think that respect and hard work gets you the top bookings and the top dollar. But I´m not as stupid as them, I actually keep my beautiful eyes wide open. And I see that this business is full of really shitty people. And you need to be a real ball of backstabing, two-faced human garbage to really make it to the top of the mountain. Well guess what? I´m just that kind of guy."
Chris chuckles.
"It´s kinda funny, right? That I´m saying this about myself with no problem. That´s my point. Unlike all those other generic young wrestlers that are being spat out of wrestling academies on a daily basis, I am honest. I am telling you right now that I´m the bad guy of GWD, the baddest of all, and that I am going to do everything possible to get to the title, even stuff that many would consider to be too low for them. Well, as you can see, Chris Compact doesn´t have a problem with stuff being low," he laughs.
"Anyway. In my first ever GWD match, I am thrown into a triple threat against Chris Crippler and Britney Anders. And as the law of the land goes, I should say a thing or two about my upcoming opponents, right?
So... Chris Crippler," he scratches his chin, "Hmmm... Chris Crippler and Chris Compact.... Those names sound kinda... Too similar, am I right? Well, old man, I guess one of us has to go," Chris chuckles.
"Seriously though. Chris Crippler is the type of guy I should have respect for, someone at whose career I should look and shape my own similarly. He has the same tactics as me, he knows he has to do everything and anything to win, he has no problem with cheating, and he´s been successful with that plan for some 35 years. That´s crazy, man, I should really give you props for that. But that would just be a rookie mistake, wouldn´t it?
Chris Crippler, in this quickly evolving business of ours, there is simply no longer any room for old farts such as you. You had your time in the spotlight, perhaps more than you ever deserved, so now it´s time to step away and give some space to a young, red hot supertalent who can take your job and do it way better than you ever did. That supertalent being me, of course. So, Chris, my old British mate, if you´re as smart as you present yourself to be, you will not even bother coming to the ring at Out for Justice. And if you do enter the squared circle this Friday, you will do what´s best for you and the business and just pass me the torch, just lay down for me. Because if you don´t... I´m gonna kick that silly old head of yours so hard you´re gonna have to drop the last R in your last name. Get it?"
"Now," he states with disgust in his face, "let´s move on to the other opponent of mine, the one who actually bothered to say something about our match at Our for Justice. Britney Anders. The Living Doll, as she calls herself.
Britney, you sweet little raven haired bitch, I have to say that so far, I hate you the most. By a landslide, a country mile. From the very moment I joined, you only kept making jokes about my size, how I´m not even tall enough to reach your face and punch you, all that shit I expected to plow through when I signed for GWD. You pulled the easiest card possible, took a cheap shot after cheap shot. It´s not even the fact that I´m angry or offended, no.."
He leans towards the camera.
"I am just very, very unimpressed."
He steps back and leans on the banner on the wall. "You literally only talked about my size. Do you think I would be interesting if I spent five minutes talking about the fact I´m gonna beat you because you´re a woman? No. I would never do that. But from all the bullshit you let slip out of your pretty lips, I found out your biggest weakness."
Compact taps on his head.
"Britney, you´re beautiful, you´re probably even a bit talented. But you´re not as smart as me. Hell, you ain´t even as smart as Chris Crippler, and he´s basically in a vegetative state... I guess. So, come Out for Justice, I will make sure that your moniker of The Living Doll comes true. Because I´m gonna play with you like you´d play with a doll. And when I get bored and tired of you, I´m gonna throw you where useless boring toys belong. Right into the trashcan.
This Friday, December 8th in beautiful Los Angeles, California, despite all the odds stacked against me, I will ridicule my opponents in the ring, just like they chose to ridicule me outside of it, and I will prove that GWD has no star brighter than Chris Compact. And as for you, the fans watching... Don´t even blink when our Triple Threat begins. You might miss the whole match, because I´m gonna make it short and sweet."
He laughs.
"Heh, get it? Short and-- Ah, whatever, see you on Friday," he marches away from the scene as we fade to black.
The scene opens in an undisclosed backstage area. Chris Compact, wearing his usual choice of ripped jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt, is standing in front of a freshly made GWD banner, arms folded across the chest, giving the camera his most intense look possible.
"You know Lobo, the comic book character? That big pale dude with the hook and all? Yeah... You know how he has a little radio built inside his brain that plays the same metal song over and over and over on an infinite loop? That´s exactly how I have felt for the past year, but instead of a metal song, these words that I just repeated echo through my head on a loop. You are never going to make it. You are never going to make it. You are-- Fuck that!" he shouts, shooting his middle finger towards the camera for a second before folding arms across his chest once again.
"From the very first day I took up wrestling training, I was ridiculed. I was given almost no support whatsoever. The students I trained with made me an outcast, the butt of their jokes. Even Adam Stryker, the guy who trained me here in LA, always said: Yeah, you´re good, but... You hit hard, but... Well, Adam... and everyone else frankly... I am here to show you that there are not buts and ifs. That I am just that good, that I just hit that damn hard, no matter if I´m 5 foot 4 or 7 feet tall."
He takes a deep breath.
"So... now that we have that shit out of the way," he continues much more calmly, "we can forget stupid jokes about my size and move on to the important stuff, right? Like finally properly introducing myself. So... What the fuck is up, GWD? My name is Chris Compact and in case you haven´t noticed, I am the biggest..." He stops for a second. "Let me rephrase that... I am the MOST IMPORTANT, MOST AMAZING wrestling superstar on this here roster. And, because of that, of course, I am your next American Justice champion."
"Justice," he repeats. "Conveniently, that is a word exactly describing what my upstarting pro wrestling career will be all about. Justice for all those who have been labelled too small or too weak to break through in this filthy business. And I know, I know, there were many before me that made similar claims. But you know how those guys were..."
He waves his arms up in the sky and starts mimicking a squeaky teenage voice.
"Oooooh, I´m gonna be a rasslin´star now, because I´m gonna, eeeehhh, I´m gonna wait for my opportunity, and I´m gonna be real nice to each other, so everyone says Hey, that short kid is really nice, let´s book him on our show and stuff, and I´m gonna respect everyone and--"
He lets out a slight "Erm," in his normal voice and folds arms across his chest yet again.
"Well... You get it, right?" he asks with his typical, cynically sounding voice. "All the young boys who get out of the training ring and are let out into the wild of professional wrestling think that respect and hard work gets you the top bookings and the top dollar. But I´m not as stupid as them, I actually keep my beautiful eyes wide open. And I see that this business is full of really shitty people. And you need to be a real ball of backstabing, two-faced human garbage to really make it to the top of the mountain. Well guess what? I´m just that kind of guy."
Chris chuckles.
"It´s kinda funny, right? That I´m saying this about myself with no problem. That´s my point. Unlike all those other generic young wrestlers that are being spat out of wrestling academies on a daily basis, I am honest. I am telling you right now that I´m the bad guy of GWD, the baddest of all, and that I am going to do everything possible to get to the title, even stuff that many would consider to be too low for them. Well, as you can see, Chris Compact doesn´t have a problem with stuff being low," he laughs.
"Anyway. In my first ever GWD match, I am thrown into a triple threat against Chris Crippler and Britney Anders. And as the law of the land goes, I should say a thing or two about my upcoming opponents, right?
So... Chris Crippler," he scratches his chin, "Hmmm... Chris Crippler and Chris Compact.... Those names sound kinda... Too similar, am I right? Well, old man, I guess one of us has to go," Chris chuckles.
"Seriously though. Chris Crippler is the type of guy I should have respect for, someone at whose career I should look and shape my own similarly. He has the same tactics as me, he knows he has to do everything and anything to win, he has no problem with cheating, and he´s been successful with that plan for some 35 years. That´s crazy, man, I should really give you props for that. But that would just be a rookie mistake, wouldn´t it?
Chris Crippler, in this quickly evolving business of ours, there is simply no longer any room for old farts such as you. You had your time in the spotlight, perhaps more than you ever deserved, so now it´s time to step away and give some space to a young, red hot supertalent who can take your job and do it way better than you ever did. That supertalent being me, of course. So, Chris, my old British mate, if you´re as smart as you present yourself to be, you will not even bother coming to the ring at Out for Justice. And if you do enter the squared circle this Friday, you will do what´s best for you and the business and just pass me the torch, just lay down for me. Because if you don´t... I´m gonna kick that silly old head of yours so hard you´re gonna have to drop the last R in your last name. Get it?"
"Now," he states with disgust in his face, "let´s move on to the other opponent of mine, the one who actually bothered to say something about our match at Our for Justice. Britney Anders. The Living Doll, as she calls herself.
Britney, you sweet little raven haired bitch, I have to say that so far, I hate you the most. By a landslide, a country mile. From the very moment I joined, you only kept making jokes about my size, how I´m not even tall enough to reach your face and punch you, all that shit I expected to plow through when I signed for GWD. You pulled the easiest card possible, took a cheap shot after cheap shot. It´s not even the fact that I´m angry or offended, no.."
He leans towards the camera.
"I am just very, very unimpressed."
He steps back and leans on the banner on the wall. "You literally only talked about my size. Do you think I would be interesting if I spent five minutes talking about the fact I´m gonna beat you because you´re a woman? No. I would never do that. But from all the bullshit you let slip out of your pretty lips, I found out your biggest weakness."
Compact taps on his head.
"Britney, you´re beautiful, you´re probably even a bit talented. But you´re not as smart as me. Hell, you ain´t even as smart as Chris Crippler, and he´s basically in a vegetative state... I guess. So, come Out for Justice, I will make sure that your moniker of The Living Doll comes true. Because I´m gonna play with you like you´d play with a doll. And when I get bored and tired of you, I´m gonna throw you where useless boring toys belong. Right into the trashcan.
This Friday, December 8th in beautiful Los Angeles, California, despite all the odds stacked against me, I will ridicule my opponents in the ring, just like they chose to ridicule me outside of it, and I will prove that GWD has no star brighter than Chris Compact. And as for you, the fans watching... Don´t even blink when our Triple Threat begins. You might miss the whole match, because I´m gonna make it short and sweet."
He laughs.
"Heh, get it? Short and-- Ah, whatever, see you on Friday," he marches away from the scene as we fade to black.
