Post by Trash on Mar 16, 2011 22:07:40 GMT -5
Enter the REW ring. Step between the ropes, walk around, breathe in the smell of rubber, the smell of sweat and dust. Walk across the canvas. Climb up on a turnbuckle and stare at the rows of empty seats.
The arena is empty, closed after another Wrath.
But one wrestler is there...
Trash.
The sanity assassin sits on the floor, legs crossed, at the same spot at which the man of money and gold, Dolla Billa pinned him just a day ago. Trash looks at that spot...quite unremarkable really. Just a worn piece of canvas, gray with age. There are better spots to stare at, such as ones where a drop or two of blood has been spilled. But no, this spot is completely unremarkable.
Completely unremarkable...a theme that seems to run in the veins of REW over the past year or so of it's existance. Sure, at one time or another something exciting happens, but only exciting because its something, not because its actually exciting in and of itself.
So Trash sits and so Trash muses.
The Sanity Assassin stares at the cameraman who records the footage.
His eyes still staring at that spot on the mat, with his black and white mane of hair running into his face, Trash begins to speak. Softly, quietly, as if afraid to disrupt the emptiness of the arena which surrounds him.
Trash : "So...I was thinking...I was thinking what would a newcomer, a new fan, do when they decide to check Real Extreme Wrestling out? Who would a new fan look at? What would a new fan watch? Be interested in?"
*pause*
"Of course. The champions. A new fan would look at the roster page at REW.com and see just who it is that makes up the company...and the first faces they would see are...Holiday...Dreamkiller...Freakula...the champions. The faces of our company. Then the fan would tune in to the show...and will our champions grace their screens?
Of course not.
It seems like everybody here...but the champs first and foremost, only seem to be interested in holding the gold...in defending it...and thats it. There's no show for them...just an endless chain of half assed title defenses. Would the fan stay and watch?
Of course not.
Now you might be looking at me right now, you're probably watching it on next week's wrath and thinking, well Trash, what about you? And who are you to speak? You lost to Dolla Billa last week! He outsmarted you, he beat you, he...well, did he do anything else? Did he give an interview? Show something new to the fans?
Of course not.
Dolla beat me...and next week, I might beat Dolla...but nobody's gonna care because theres no reason for them to care. Sure, I may not like Dolla...but he hasn't done anything to get me excited...nor has anybody else. But, you might be thinking that I'm all talk and no game? That I'm just gonna sit and talk?
Of course not.
You see, this is a challenge. This is a dare. This is a call out. Champs...Holiday...Dreamkiller, Freakula...anybody in REW, I'm calling you out. Do something other than defend the title. Holiday, you got a lot of fans...but you didn't get them by lazily prancing out for a match every week and then going back to your trailer for the week after. No, Holiday, you got them by being somebody that didn't take **** from nobody...somebody that'd jump the biggest and baddest just for the fun of it...in their homes...or in the arena, it didnt matter. Last week, some SOB almost blew you up and you haven't even tried to find out who. The Holiday that these fans grew up with would be cutting people's balls off right now just to get a hint at who tried to kill him. But no...you're waiting for next week.
Dreamkiller and Freakula? Honestly, no one would care for your matches if you two weren't known to be some of the sickest sons of ****** in the world. You know, all the hocus pocus voodoo stuff. Nobody cares anymore because they know all you're gonna do is walk out there the same way you did last week, say the same cookie cutter promo you cut the week before, wrestle win or lose and then walk back to your boiler room. You're the tag champs, you should be watching your back, scouting the competition...kidnapping and torturing anybody who might challenge you for the tag titles. But no...you're waiting for next week.
And you know what? I'm not gonna wait for next week, so gentlemen...champs...chumps...watch your back. "
*pause*
"Of course. The champions. A new fan would look at the roster page at REW.com and see just who it is that makes up the company...and the first faces they would see are...Holiday...Dreamkiller...Freakula...the champions. The faces of our company. Then the fan would tune in to the show...and will our champions grace their screens?
Of course not.
It seems like everybody here...but the champs first and foremost, only seem to be interested in holding the gold...in defending it...and thats it. There's no show for them...just an endless chain of half assed title defenses. Would the fan stay and watch?
Of course not.
Now you might be looking at me right now, you're probably watching it on next week's wrath and thinking, well Trash, what about you? And who are you to speak? You lost to Dolla Billa last week! He outsmarted you, he beat you, he...well, did he do anything else? Did he give an interview? Show something new to the fans?
Of course not.
Dolla beat me...and next week, I might beat Dolla...but nobody's gonna care because theres no reason for them to care. Sure, I may not like Dolla...but he hasn't done anything to get me excited...nor has anybody else. But, you might be thinking that I'm all talk and no game? That I'm just gonna sit and talk?
Of course not.
You see, this is a challenge. This is a dare. This is a call out. Champs...Holiday...Dreamkiller, Freakula...anybody in REW, I'm calling you out. Do something other than defend the title. Holiday, you got a lot of fans...but you didn't get them by lazily prancing out for a match every week and then going back to your trailer for the week after. No, Holiday, you got them by being somebody that didn't take **** from nobody...somebody that'd jump the biggest and baddest just for the fun of it...in their homes...or in the arena, it didnt matter. Last week, some SOB almost blew you up and you haven't even tried to find out who. The Holiday that these fans grew up with would be cutting people's balls off right now just to get a hint at who tried to kill him. But no...you're waiting for next week.
Dreamkiller and Freakula? Honestly, no one would care for your matches if you two weren't known to be some of the sickest sons of ****** in the world. You know, all the hocus pocus voodoo stuff. Nobody cares anymore because they know all you're gonna do is walk out there the same way you did last week, say the same cookie cutter promo you cut the week before, wrestle win or lose and then walk back to your boiler room. You're the tag champs, you should be watching your back, scouting the competition...kidnapping and torturing anybody who might challenge you for the tag titles. But no...you're waiting for next week.
And you know what? I'm not gonna wait for next week, so gentlemen...champs...chumps...watch your back. "
Trash's eyes darken in the camera lens as he gets up off the floor, neatly dusts himself off and heads up the ramp with a grin defacing his face.
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