Post by "Mercennario" Chris Danielson on Aug 29, 2011 11:42:05 GMT -5
Our scene opens with the camera taking a look at the sky. The moon is still here, yet it is hiding already. We can tell it is about 5:00 AM since this is telling us the sun is about to arrive. We then take a look at a rooster, who is trying to wake people up. Yes, indeed, this is the indication we needed to be sure we are in an early morning. The camera then turns around noticing a long, long road in what seems to be nowhere. The hotness of this weather prevents us from getting a clear view. We are able to notice just dirt, and a road. Reaching us, we are now watching a black crew cab GMC Sierra 2500HD. We listen to its tires coming over small stones. It stops and we then see the front left door open as Chris Danielson comes out of it. Wearing a black button up shirt being rolled up. We also notice a metal plate cuff on each wrist, and a dog tag coming out of mentioned shirt, denim jeans, a pair of black shoes, and a pair of black Armani sunglasses covering his eyes. He closes the door of his vehicle and stops while looking at what surrounds him. The camera then turns around giving us his view. Sand all over this place with palms giving good amounts of shadows and closed stores located inside huts to our right. To our left, we notice another shop which makes profit out of renting small boats. There are people that may not enjoy boat trips, so they're able to walk to a pier to their north-east not too far away. Danielson looks clearly at it and enters his vehicle. He drives a few meters near it and goes to the back, getting a folded chair out of the Sierra's box. He puts it on the wooden pier and goes back getting a six pack of A&W Root Beer. He takes a sit and opens a can. After that, he takes his sunglasses off and puts them on the pier, to the chair's left.
"I've been called a rip-off many times before, and this time may be no different. You may remember something like this with Justin Tyger. Justin Tyger seems to love places like this, and while Tyger is a hero to me, this is not the case. This is a place that, while seems similiar, it's a lot different. Tyger likes that place he's in, but me... I am here for different reasons."
Danielson takes a deep breath while pulling back his short hair. He looks down while rubbing his hands. He proceeds to stand up taking yet another look at the place.
"I would love to tell you were I am now, but the only thing I'm able to say is I don't know what the hell this place is called. I remember a long, long time ago my father wanted to share something with me. He loved fishing, and we were far from being rich. His friends lacked even more money than us did. They didn't even had money to get their own fishing rods. All they had was used beer cans with yarns. That was all their fishing equipment. Okay I was going to another topic. My father wanted to share his love for fishing with me. I was a six year old kid, and I didn't had even a little interest on fishing. I didn't like trips, and certainly I never liked to be in places like this, where there's no technology near me, but there was something I wanted. I wanted to spend time with him. I loved spending time with him. I have some really old memories of him laughing while I got pissed at him and striked him while yelling 'You cheap fat cheater I hate you!' just because I lost against him on a Mario Kart 64 race. I remember those times when he would carry me on his shoulders because I was tired after walking two blocks away from home. Those were the times... Those were the times...."
Danielson takes his can of root beer and finishes it. He grabs a new can and looks as the sun is about to arrive.
"Yeah, I remember I told him I hated fishing years later after I came here. I remember him leaving early on Sunday morning. He used to say 'When you go fishing,you need to be there early, otherwise, all of the fish will be on another boat by the time you arrive.' As time passed, I was missing my dad even more. If you're wondering, no, this is not a story about my father abandoning us, or become an alcoholic and my family and myself suffering from domestic violence. My favorite had other mistakes in life, which to some are not even mistakes, but to me, it was painful to a certain extent. The years passed and the young Chris Danielson was growing old, and so was his father, and as that happened, that bond was aging too... Until it died. He would come home and all I would say was 'Hi' and all I got back from him was another 'Hi'. I remember when I told everyone at home that I wanted to become a wrestler. My sister, as a wrestling fan herself, made it clear that I could count with her support. I can't blame her, she was a kid and she wanted her big brother to succeed in whatever he wanted, and what a better way than becoming famous, having her own brother on TV and showing it to her friends. Then, you got my mother, the person that was always near me, she was the one that told me I would never be able to do such a thing. My father, on the other hand, made jokes everytime he saw wrestling about it being fake, but he never said a word about my ultimate goals. He never tried to crush my dreams."
Danielson gets up from the chair going to the edge of the pier. He looks closely to his reflection.
"I wish he was still here. I wish he would be able to be at my side now, because the whole SNME World has heard stories about parents failing in one way or another, but in this case, it was me. It was Chris Danielson the one that failed in so many ways, and I hate the fact that I am noticing about this right now that is too late. I wish he was here. I wish he came home so I would recieve him with arms wide open, but that is not happening. There is zero percent chance of that happening. He thought I hated him. I remember almost crying asking him to forgive me for whatever pain I may have made him felt, and he would only reply telling me he had nothing to forgive me about because I was better than him and all he expected from me was not to do the same mistakes he did. He said that before I was in elementary school he knew I was a better human being."
Danielson returns to where his chair was taking his sunglasses and putting them back on.
"What does this have to do with anything? As you may know, I gained a shot for the Custom Championship. I've held a title before, but I never earned it. To this day, I think that run was a thank you from everyone. I've got Custom Championship opportunities before, so what makes this one so different apart that I actually earned it? This is the first time I go one on one for it. People wonder why I am doing this now. I want to face Matt Sydal. I may be taking a big risk now, hell, I might even get fired for this, but I was a wrestler on RWF. I was here while I was there and it was there where I made my return after a brief hiatus. I was supposed to face Daniel Bryan, a hero of mine, but the organization saw it's end. I was so prepared for that, but it never took place. It never took place, but now something as big as that is going to happen here. Matt Sydal may be known to many as an underdog. Matt Sydal is known to me as underrated. Many laugh at him for being so small, yet his ability is so big. I probably may be the biggest loser there is on Saturday Night's Main Event. My streak speaks for itself: I've lost about eighty percent of the matches I've been in. I lost the support of many fans, but can I blame them? My attitude changed a lot ever since I came here. Now, I gotta pay for that and build a new fan base. Matt Sydal is a big name already. He has won titles on this and other promotions, while all I've done is fall down. I've gotten injuries, and maybe you wouldn't believe me now, but I do not feel one hundred percent right now. I have a fear of my career ending early because of a big injury, but I am still here. I am still here because this is worth it for me. Even if I died in the ring and got another chance to live again, I would come back and do the same thing all over again. Matt Sydal is now proving everyone he is a great champion. Fans all over the world, stop waiting for me to trash talk him. Stop waiting for me to try and find a mistake he has done. Stop waiting for me to say I am better than him in one way or another. I won't do that, because dare I say it, he may be better than me. I've left many people that love me, I've failed to many of them in so many different ways, but now, now I want to show them it's worth it. I want to show them that Chris Danielson will stop being a jerk. Chris Danielson will stop being a shame. Matt, I was already considering you for being my partner if I had won the tag team title shot, but instead of that, I got a chance to face you. Instead of share a beer with you like Tyger did, I will be sharing sweat inside the ring. I will be giving and receiving bruises. Probably there will be blood too. Who knows? But Matt, I need a change in my life. This is my opportunity to rise. This is my opportunity to show everything that Chris Danielson is not a loser. Matt, you were the best choice to have as an opponent, because you have it in your hands. Inside the ring, facing you, I can become that Superstar I've always striven to be. Years of fighting, years of training, years of struggling. All those years will finally pay off to me. What does it feel Matt? Everything has changed for you, because now the underdog may not be you, but it may be me this time around. That match with Daniel Bryan I mentioned was a thing I was waiting for, but this is just as special, if not even more. This is our opportunity to grow, Matt. Can I call you Matty? I don't know if it has ever hurted you, but many, like I said, laugh at you for being short. I've gotten things like that too, but that night Matty, let's show the world how big we are."
Danielson takes a sit as the camera pans into his face. He looks at the sky.
"Dad...."
Danielson lowers his face a little.
"Mom.. Sister... Everyone that is supporting me now: I am sorry, but Matt may be better than me now... He may even dominate the match, but the question will remain, can I be better for just three seconds? I'm afraid to tell you that I might not leave the arena with the Custom Championship, but I promise you... I promise you mom, I promise you dad, I promise you MATT that when our match is over... You will all be proud of me."
Danielson smiles with a tear slowly rolling out of his left eye. To this image, the camera slowly pans out while fading to black.
"I've been called a rip-off many times before, and this time may be no different. You may remember something like this with Justin Tyger. Justin Tyger seems to love places like this, and while Tyger is a hero to me, this is not the case. This is a place that, while seems similiar, it's a lot different. Tyger likes that place he's in, but me... I am here for different reasons."
Danielson takes a deep breath while pulling back his short hair. He looks down while rubbing his hands. He proceeds to stand up taking yet another look at the place.
"I would love to tell you were I am now, but the only thing I'm able to say is I don't know what the hell this place is called. I remember a long, long time ago my father wanted to share something with me. He loved fishing, and we were far from being rich. His friends lacked even more money than us did. They didn't even had money to get their own fishing rods. All they had was used beer cans with yarns. That was all their fishing equipment. Okay I was going to another topic. My father wanted to share his love for fishing with me. I was a six year old kid, and I didn't had even a little interest on fishing. I didn't like trips, and certainly I never liked to be in places like this, where there's no technology near me, but there was something I wanted. I wanted to spend time with him. I loved spending time with him. I have some really old memories of him laughing while I got pissed at him and striked him while yelling 'You cheap fat cheater I hate you!' just because I lost against him on a Mario Kart 64 race. I remember those times when he would carry me on his shoulders because I was tired after walking two blocks away from home. Those were the times... Those were the times...."
Danielson takes his can of root beer and finishes it. He grabs a new can and looks as the sun is about to arrive.
"Yeah, I remember I told him I hated fishing years later after I came here. I remember him leaving early on Sunday morning. He used to say 'When you go fishing,you need to be there early, otherwise, all of the fish will be on another boat by the time you arrive.' As time passed, I was missing my dad even more. If you're wondering, no, this is not a story about my father abandoning us, or become an alcoholic and my family and myself suffering from domestic violence. My favorite had other mistakes in life, which to some are not even mistakes, but to me, it was painful to a certain extent. The years passed and the young Chris Danielson was growing old, and so was his father, and as that happened, that bond was aging too... Until it died. He would come home and all I would say was 'Hi' and all I got back from him was another 'Hi'. I remember when I told everyone at home that I wanted to become a wrestler. My sister, as a wrestling fan herself, made it clear that I could count with her support. I can't blame her, she was a kid and she wanted her big brother to succeed in whatever he wanted, and what a better way than becoming famous, having her own brother on TV and showing it to her friends. Then, you got my mother, the person that was always near me, she was the one that told me I would never be able to do such a thing. My father, on the other hand, made jokes everytime he saw wrestling about it being fake, but he never said a word about my ultimate goals. He never tried to crush my dreams."
Danielson gets up from the chair going to the edge of the pier. He looks closely to his reflection.
"I wish he was still here. I wish he would be able to be at my side now, because the whole SNME World has heard stories about parents failing in one way or another, but in this case, it was me. It was Chris Danielson the one that failed in so many ways, and I hate the fact that I am noticing about this right now that is too late. I wish he was here. I wish he came home so I would recieve him with arms wide open, but that is not happening. There is zero percent chance of that happening. He thought I hated him. I remember almost crying asking him to forgive me for whatever pain I may have made him felt, and he would only reply telling me he had nothing to forgive me about because I was better than him and all he expected from me was not to do the same mistakes he did. He said that before I was in elementary school he knew I was a better human being."
Danielson returns to where his chair was taking his sunglasses and putting them back on.
"What does this have to do with anything? As you may know, I gained a shot for the Custom Championship. I've held a title before, but I never earned it. To this day, I think that run was a thank you from everyone. I've got Custom Championship opportunities before, so what makes this one so different apart that I actually earned it? This is the first time I go one on one for it. People wonder why I am doing this now. I want to face Matt Sydal. I may be taking a big risk now, hell, I might even get fired for this, but I was a wrestler on RWF. I was here while I was there and it was there where I made my return after a brief hiatus. I was supposed to face Daniel Bryan, a hero of mine, but the organization saw it's end. I was so prepared for that, but it never took place. It never took place, but now something as big as that is going to happen here. Matt Sydal may be known to many as an underdog. Matt Sydal is known to me as underrated. Many laugh at him for being so small, yet his ability is so big. I probably may be the biggest loser there is on Saturday Night's Main Event. My streak speaks for itself: I've lost about eighty percent of the matches I've been in. I lost the support of many fans, but can I blame them? My attitude changed a lot ever since I came here. Now, I gotta pay for that and build a new fan base. Matt Sydal is a big name already. He has won titles on this and other promotions, while all I've done is fall down. I've gotten injuries, and maybe you wouldn't believe me now, but I do not feel one hundred percent right now. I have a fear of my career ending early because of a big injury, but I am still here. I am still here because this is worth it for me. Even if I died in the ring and got another chance to live again, I would come back and do the same thing all over again. Matt Sydal is now proving everyone he is a great champion. Fans all over the world, stop waiting for me to trash talk him. Stop waiting for me to try and find a mistake he has done. Stop waiting for me to say I am better than him in one way or another. I won't do that, because dare I say it, he may be better than me. I've left many people that love me, I've failed to many of them in so many different ways, but now, now I want to show them it's worth it. I want to show them that Chris Danielson will stop being a jerk. Chris Danielson will stop being a shame. Matt, I was already considering you for being my partner if I had won the tag team title shot, but instead of that, I got a chance to face you. Instead of share a beer with you like Tyger did, I will be sharing sweat inside the ring. I will be giving and receiving bruises. Probably there will be blood too. Who knows? But Matt, I need a change in my life. This is my opportunity to rise. This is my opportunity to show everything that Chris Danielson is not a loser. Matt, you were the best choice to have as an opponent, because you have it in your hands. Inside the ring, facing you, I can become that Superstar I've always striven to be. Years of fighting, years of training, years of struggling. All those years will finally pay off to me. What does it feel Matt? Everything has changed for you, because now the underdog may not be you, but it may be me this time around. That match with Daniel Bryan I mentioned was a thing I was waiting for, but this is just as special, if not even more. This is our opportunity to grow, Matt. Can I call you Matty? I don't know if it has ever hurted you, but many, like I said, laugh at you for being short. I've gotten things like that too, but that night Matty, let's show the world how big we are."
Danielson takes a sit as the camera pans into his face. He looks at the sky.
"Dad...."
Danielson lowers his face a little.
"Mom.. Sister... Everyone that is supporting me now: I am sorry, but Matt may be better than me now... He may even dominate the match, but the question will remain, can I be better for just three seconds? I'm afraid to tell you that I might not leave the arena with the Custom Championship, but I promise you... I promise you mom, I promise you dad, I promise you MATT that when our match is over... You will all be proud of me."
Danielson smiles with a tear slowly rolling out of his left eye. To this image, the camera slowly pans out while fading to black.