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You've Been Gone for So Long
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Topic Started: Aug 10 2013, 10:17 PM (40 Views)
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Aug 10 2013, 10:17 PM
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RAW sits in his recliner, obviously very unhappy, as on the couch next to him Miss McCoy sits and flips through a wedding magazine. She oohs and ahs at different things as RAW turns his head and scowls at her.
Will you put that stupid magazine down. We're not getting married.
McCoy's arm suddenly shoots over grabs a poker from the fireplace and swings it towards RAW's throat, stopping just millimeters away from his jugular. All while continuing to read the magazine.
TODAY! I mean we're not getting married today. So why don't we do something other than look at wedding magazines?
McCoy hesitantly pulls the poker away and finally looks up from her magazine.
Listen baby, I understand why you feel the need to test me.
RAW looks confused.
Wait.... what? Test you?
McCoy continues as if she doesn't even hear RAW.
You want to make sure my love for you is eternal...
Nope.
That I wouldn't even let you come in between my love for you.
How does that make sense.
You obviously want a woman who's willing to force you to marry her.
What the fuck are you babbling abo-
McCoy once again holds the poker up to RAW's throat.
You want a woman who would rather see you die, than see you with another woman. Right?
RAW sits there with the biggest look of fear on his face.
Yeah...
McCoy looks like she's waiting for him to say something else as the poker gets closer to his throat.
Obviously, I would never cheat on you.
The poker touches his skin, as McCoy waits.
I love you.
Hmm...?
I love you.
Can you say that a little bit louder baby?
The poker looks as if it's about to break the skin and RAW looks as if he's about to shit his pants.
I.... I.... lo- .... love.... you.
McCoy finally pulls the poker away and smiles.
I love you too baby. Forever.
She then goes back to reading her magazine as RAW remains in terror.
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The scene begins with RAW at a firing range. He places ear muffs over his ears for protection and brings up a hand gun in front of himself. Aiming it at a target. This target however is not a piece of papers with circles and numbers on it. Instead it is a silky white wedding dress. And in the span of a minute RAW unloads his entire clip into it. Once the gun is empty he slowly lowers it and looks over at the camera.
I'm going to stop showing my respect for people.
As he speaks an assistant replaces the now swiss cheese looking dress with a new dress and a different assistant reloads RAW's gun for him.
I show respect to Purity and she bites my head off for it. I show respect to Adam Jones and he tells me to shove it up my ass. So you know what, fuck you guys. I'll go back to talking about the important things, like busting a nut off in Sam Roddick's face, or calling James Stall a bitch. I mean that's what people want to hear from me right. They complain that I never take things serious, but whenever I talk to someone in seriousness and respectfully, they jump on me for it. So fuck it.
RAW seems a little bit annoyed as he stops speaking and puts the ear muffs back on. He then grabs his gun and unloads a new clip into a new wedding dress. When he's done, he once again puts the gun down for an assistant to attend to and takes the ear muffs off so he can address the camera.
Adam, let's forget about the respect then. You don't want it anyway right. Instead let me explain why I'm going to defeat you.
RAW clears his throat.
I told Maksimilian this a few weeks ago before I beat him. It's because regardless of what Purity says, or what Romeo or James Stall think, or what Tombstone, Donavan, Nightmare, Bombtrack, Priest, Disturbed or even you think, I'm going to win because I am the best. And I will continue to be the best. The very best in the world.
Pause, ear muffs, shooting a new dress, stopping, removing muffs, continue talking. It's a cycle you're becoming used to as RAW continues dismantling dress after dress.
So Adam, you can be the survivor if you want. Go ahead. but I have to be the best. Because in the three years I've been here people like you and Nightmare and everyone else have come and gone but the one constant is RAW Randy Altzer. I need to be the best, the torch holder, the one with the target on his back. I need to do that because we have too many newbies coming in thinking they can be the best and I need to prove that the ladder they want to climb, has me as the top rung.
Another pause, another dress, and a continue of the cycle.
I mean we have people like Ross Raines who want to come in whenever they damn well feel like it, make idle threats to me, and then disappear like they always do. We have people who haven't done half the things in this company that I've done thinking they can be my equal. We have Purity Solanas, who hasn't even been here a year, calling herself the Best in NEWEra. Where were you Purity when Troy Turner was making his career by ending Terry Queens'? Where were you when Bombtrack and Nathan Blaster were fighting each other with C4? Where were you Purity when I was eliminating 24 superstars to retain my World Championship, or when I was breaking Doc Holiday's leg to regain it? You want to call yourself the best when you haven't even faced the current World Champion one on one yet?
Bullets, silk, gun shots, silence, RAW.
Then we have James Stall who goes from "the bitch is back" right back to "the bitch can't be bothered to show" and he thinks he can still be considered the best. Maybe at one point, not too long ago James Stall was the best, but the only victory he's had since Bloodlust was beating Ross Raines, which can't even be considered relevant. I won't take anything away from Romeo, as he hold his World Title but I know, in my heart of hearts, if I can get a shot, if I can get a match with him, I can beat Romeo Stylez.
RAW steps away from his gun and leans himself against the wall with one hand while staring at the floor.
I can't just keep wrestling with no purpose while others who haven't done nearly as much as I've done try to say that they're better than me. That they're the best. I have to have a goal, and my goal is to prove them wrong. To prove all of them wrong. I'll prove it one match at a time, against Adam Jones, against Bombtrack, against my good friend Romeo if I have to. Until there is no one left who can doubt me. I am RAW Randy Altzer, the best.
RAW looks up and glares into the camera.
Adam, you don't want my respect? Fine, I won't give you my respect. Instead I'll simply give you my best, and when I beat you with my best, you'll be the first to realize that I am the best. You don't have to be a hero, and I won't have to be a villain. We can just be two wrestlers, and at the end of the day, I'll prove that I am indeed the best wrestler. I'll prove why NEW Era is MY ring.
The scene fades to black.
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