Post by thanatos on Nov 29, 2008 23:11:51 GMT -5
***(Earlier in the day, TWD offices have received a very suspicious yet informative phone call, as it's played for the audience..)***
Secretary: Yes, The Wrestling Domain - how may I help you today?
Anonymous: You'll be greatly appreciative of this information, one of your employees has well, "gone off his rocker."
Secretary: May I take a message for anyone???
Anonymous: It's Thanatos, he's lost his mind completely, just a shell of himself, a brittle mass of mental complexities, losing himself amongst himself, threats towards Mr. Kersh..
Secretary: Here, this sounds urgent, let me transfer you to Mr. Kersh's Office..
Mr. Kersh's Office: Yes, may I help you?
Anonymous: Oh, we can't help each other, not anymore, sir. You're one in the same, a "wrestler", you've seen it, over the years, the business, the parasites sucking the life out of you, over and over. I am that of the source, and the fans reside the leeches, on a thirst for my blood..
*Click*
***(Camera opens slowly, to a dark room, appearing empty on the surface, as the light flickers on. Thanatos walks in the room now, his hair unkempt and hanging over his face, as a harsh 5 o'clock shadow looms, he's dressed in a black t-shirt, and ragged black jeans, as he swiftly moves his hair from his face and looks up at the camera with sullen eyes..)**
Thanatos: You know some people may not realize it but Wrestling's been my life for the past twelve years, it's allowed me to live out my dreams. So to understand what's going through my head, you have to understand where my goals were, where my head is at. In 1994, I saw a program on television, that challenged the wrestling industry, portraying it in a darkened light. And Brent if you're listening, to see people acting negatively about a business that I idolized and viewed as a stepping stone towards success, eventhough I knew very little about the business. To see my friends laughing at me and say "thats what you want to be when you grow up?". All the nights I lain my head to sleep, not with dreams of Christmas' to come in my head, but of broken bones, of battered bodies, of blood saying to myself, "They'll never understand, what it means to step in that ring, with the masses looking at you, and all you have is your mind and body working as a coherent machine, well it was now up to me, to change their minds."
***(Camera switches to early video of Thanatos as a 21 year old, working the local Philadelphia/New Jersey Indy Circuit, a less defined Thanatos, working under the name "Rob Kaos." and returns to a fragile Thanatos)***
Thanatos: That dream became a reality, I've sacrificed myself for the past decade and a half and left the better part of myself in hotel rooms in cities I've never even heard of, from State to State, Country to Country, to right here in your backyard. But then something in my mindset changed, I realized, Professional Wrestling will never be respected, never taken seriously, no matter what I've put my body and heart through, a place in my fading mind I've realized, it's just not worth it. Brent Kersh, you've got to look at it as a way to make a living, Nothing more, nothing less. You see, these fans realize, and they act above us, high and mighty, that they believe they rule PWR-1 Wrestling, not us. What happened Brent? You came out of college, a scholar, a former football star, yet you chose this path where all you are is a PAWN on a chessboard of "fans" who don't give a fuck about you. When I survey the landscape of Professional Wrestling, Kersh you have to understand, I am but a failed experiment in human psychology, but I can accept that, but never in my sickest dreams would I imagine, I'd have followers, committed on my behalf, that I'm the dictator of sick son's of bitches.
**(Footage rolls of the former Movement and Thanatos large amount of followers, from the United States, to Mexico to Japan, all lined up like a flock of sheep, as a close up of their "M's", and the current one on Thanatos forearm shows like the light upon darkness...)
Thanatos: Is that all I stand for Brent? A sick twisted pawn in the game of professional wrestling, we're puppets in the world's biggest circus. Brent Kersh, if you had a little bit of pride or sense, you'd understand that these people don't love you, they LAUGH at you. We've taken the worst beatings people have ever seen. I go to bed at night, not knowing where I'm going to spend my years after wrestling. And you Brent, my salvation, a family man, because by delivering you in a better light, where you can be appreciated, loved, with a little bit of respect, well maybe there's a chance for me too. Do you respect me, Brent? Because a yes to Thanatos would mean a lot to me, but a no, I'd have to take that as a branded approval on my damnation. I'm counting on you Brent, don't make me hurt you because I can. Because in the end, it'll just be me you and Brent.
***(Camera shifts to a video package of two previous Brent Kersh vs Thanatos battles, as the tell tales of blood grace both shots. A bloody and ravaged Brent Kersh takes precedence in the footage, as does a frustrated Thanatos, with a large gash on his face, as the blood drips the screen to a halting close and back to a malingering Thanatos..)***
Thanatos: At a young age when you walked to school with your mother, Brent. Did she tell you, you can be anything you want to be? But did she at any time and moment tell you, "Honey, I want you to put your life and neck on the line, to become a professional wrestler, so fans can throw trash on you?" And thats what it's come to, blood and guts for trash and death threats. Some people say in our business, respect is earned? But at what price, at the price of other's hatred? You know why I do this Brent, because in reality; it's all I've ever known. It's my livelihood, each moment I wake, it's not to a family, not to the light of day, but the nightmares in the middle of the night. Of mental turmoil and anguish that have lined my head since the very days I was dropped upon it, but for what? For a "cheap pop", for the entertainment of imbeciles, who don't even like me? Let alone respect me. Pawns, Kersh, is what we are Brent. We've been willing to pay the price for years, Kersh. For what? Now, I'll tell you for what. For the thoughts that keep me awake at night, through hell or high road, Brent Kersh. I am Thanatos, and you're these "FANS", while they smile upon our skill, I'm dying inside Brent Kersh. You remember the night, Cross took a dagger to your soul, and out came what? Blood, but more then just blood Brent Kersh, but another piece of your history, THAT YOU CAN'T GET BACK. I looked out into that audience, and you know what they were doing, Brent? They were smiling, not at the advancement of The Movement, but at THE SIGHT OF YOUR BLOOD.
***(Camera shifts now, to a picture of a young Thanatos, pure and baby-faced, innocent, but no more..and back to the sight of an angered Thanatos...)
Thanatos: You've robbed me of my innocence. I'm not Rob Kaos, I'm not Hades, I'm not even Thanatos, I'm that of which is Anonymous. So smile at the sight of my blood, because it's the only thing I have left that is innocent, and always will be.
*(Thanatos walks away, as our camera fades silently to black..*
Secretary: Yes, The Wrestling Domain - how may I help you today?
Anonymous: You'll be greatly appreciative of this information, one of your employees has well, "gone off his rocker."
Secretary: May I take a message for anyone???
Anonymous: It's Thanatos, he's lost his mind completely, just a shell of himself, a brittle mass of mental complexities, losing himself amongst himself, threats towards Mr. Kersh..
Secretary: Here, this sounds urgent, let me transfer you to Mr. Kersh's Office..
Mr. Kersh's Office: Yes, may I help you?
Anonymous: Oh, we can't help each other, not anymore, sir. You're one in the same, a "wrestler", you've seen it, over the years, the business, the parasites sucking the life out of you, over and over. I am that of the source, and the fans reside the leeches, on a thirst for my blood..
*Click*
***(Camera opens slowly, to a dark room, appearing empty on the surface, as the light flickers on. Thanatos walks in the room now, his hair unkempt and hanging over his face, as a harsh 5 o'clock shadow looms, he's dressed in a black t-shirt, and ragged black jeans, as he swiftly moves his hair from his face and looks up at the camera with sullen eyes..)**
Thanatos: You know some people may not realize it but Wrestling's been my life for the past twelve years, it's allowed me to live out my dreams. So to understand what's going through my head, you have to understand where my goals were, where my head is at. In 1994, I saw a program on television, that challenged the wrestling industry, portraying it in a darkened light. And Brent if you're listening, to see people acting negatively about a business that I idolized and viewed as a stepping stone towards success, eventhough I knew very little about the business. To see my friends laughing at me and say "thats what you want to be when you grow up?". All the nights I lain my head to sleep, not with dreams of Christmas' to come in my head, but of broken bones, of battered bodies, of blood saying to myself, "They'll never understand, what it means to step in that ring, with the masses looking at you, and all you have is your mind and body working as a coherent machine, well it was now up to me, to change their minds."
***(Camera switches to early video of Thanatos as a 21 year old, working the local Philadelphia/New Jersey Indy Circuit, a less defined Thanatos, working under the name "Rob Kaos." and returns to a fragile Thanatos)***
Thanatos: That dream became a reality, I've sacrificed myself for the past decade and a half and left the better part of myself in hotel rooms in cities I've never even heard of, from State to State, Country to Country, to right here in your backyard. But then something in my mindset changed, I realized, Professional Wrestling will never be respected, never taken seriously, no matter what I've put my body and heart through, a place in my fading mind I've realized, it's just not worth it. Brent Kersh, you've got to look at it as a way to make a living, Nothing more, nothing less. You see, these fans realize, and they act above us, high and mighty, that they believe they rule PWR-1 Wrestling, not us. What happened Brent? You came out of college, a scholar, a former football star, yet you chose this path where all you are is a PAWN on a chessboard of "fans" who don't give a fuck about you. When I survey the landscape of Professional Wrestling, Kersh you have to understand, I am but a failed experiment in human psychology, but I can accept that, but never in my sickest dreams would I imagine, I'd have followers, committed on my behalf, that I'm the dictator of sick son's of bitches.
**(Footage rolls of the former Movement and Thanatos large amount of followers, from the United States, to Mexico to Japan, all lined up like a flock of sheep, as a close up of their "M's", and the current one on Thanatos forearm shows like the light upon darkness...)
Thanatos: Is that all I stand for Brent? A sick twisted pawn in the game of professional wrestling, we're puppets in the world's biggest circus. Brent Kersh, if you had a little bit of pride or sense, you'd understand that these people don't love you, they LAUGH at you. We've taken the worst beatings people have ever seen. I go to bed at night, not knowing where I'm going to spend my years after wrestling. And you Brent, my salvation, a family man, because by delivering you in a better light, where you can be appreciated, loved, with a little bit of respect, well maybe there's a chance for me too. Do you respect me, Brent? Because a yes to Thanatos would mean a lot to me, but a no, I'd have to take that as a branded approval on my damnation. I'm counting on you Brent, don't make me hurt you because I can. Because in the end, it'll just be me you and Brent.
***(Camera shifts to a video package of two previous Brent Kersh vs Thanatos battles, as the tell tales of blood grace both shots. A bloody and ravaged Brent Kersh takes precedence in the footage, as does a frustrated Thanatos, with a large gash on his face, as the blood drips the screen to a halting close and back to a malingering Thanatos..)***
Thanatos: At a young age when you walked to school with your mother, Brent. Did she tell you, you can be anything you want to be? But did she at any time and moment tell you, "Honey, I want you to put your life and neck on the line, to become a professional wrestler, so fans can throw trash on you?" And thats what it's come to, blood and guts for trash and death threats. Some people say in our business, respect is earned? But at what price, at the price of other's hatred? You know why I do this Brent, because in reality; it's all I've ever known. It's my livelihood, each moment I wake, it's not to a family, not to the light of day, but the nightmares in the middle of the night. Of mental turmoil and anguish that have lined my head since the very days I was dropped upon it, but for what? For a "cheap pop", for the entertainment of imbeciles, who don't even like me? Let alone respect me. Pawns, Kersh, is what we are Brent. We've been willing to pay the price for years, Kersh. For what? Now, I'll tell you for what. For the thoughts that keep me awake at night, through hell or high road, Brent Kersh. I am Thanatos, and you're these "FANS", while they smile upon our skill, I'm dying inside Brent Kersh. You remember the night, Cross took a dagger to your soul, and out came what? Blood, but more then just blood Brent Kersh, but another piece of your history, THAT YOU CAN'T GET BACK. I looked out into that audience, and you know what they were doing, Brent? They were smiling, not at the advancement of The Movement, but at THE SIGHT OF YOUR BLOOD.
***(Camera shifts now, to a picture of a young Thanatos, pure and baby-faced, innocent, but no more..and back to the sight of an angered Thanatos...)
Thanatos: You've robbed me of my innocence. I'm not Rob Kaos, I'm not Hades, I'm not even Thanatos, I'm that of which is Anonymous. So smile at the sight of my blood, because it's the only thing I have left that is innocent, and always will be.
*(Thanatos walks away, as our camera fades silently to black..*