Post by paincool on Aug 9, 2010 22:43:42 GMT -5
The scene opens on a small skate park. The park is empty sept a small group of skaters, jonny among them. The camera zooms in and Jonny seems to have spotted the 'we're rolling' signal. He flipped up his deck grabbing it gracefully with his left hand and walking over. His bullet deck bright green against the lens and his enuff trucks purple with orange wheels bright in the sunlight. He vaults a railing in true free runner style and slides over the fun box looking at the camera. He smiles and then begins to speak.
"True champions start with nothing. They build themselves up over time. Fighting for the prize of holding the gold. This is very much like most things in life. I'm sure you've all done it, when you first learn something it takes you a while to get the hang of it. Until you finally master the skill, job or task.
Take an artist for example. It is not just a gift they behold but a developed talent. They start with simple pencils and paper. They draw stick figures first. Over years they learn new ways to do stuff. In the end they learn to produce masterpieces. The Mona Lisa. The sixteenth chapel. It all takes time.
I myself began to learn to skate when I was 13. I'm 25, I'm still learning. Hell I pull off amazing tricks but I'm not the best. I would never think that. I learnt to free run at 16, I wouldn't say I was the best and that is pretty basic. Well as basic as scaling buildings can be.
See now, heres the thing. Wrestling is a talent you perfect. I'm not gonna lie. I am not the best wrestler. I'll do crazy ass shit but It's worth it. I mean my first live match. In an old dead federation. I was thrown in to a title match, way over my head. Wonna know what happened? I got my ass owned. It was was handed to me on a plate.
Hey, a month later I'm lifting the highest title in the federation. If I had won the shitty NWA title back then. It would of been worthless to the glory I felt rising the federations world title.
Now here's my point. I have fought so many matches. I have taken so much shit. I won the tag titles last week and now I'm told I need to find me a new partner? Well fuck you. Sorry Vince but here's the thing. I'll take on every shitty wrestler on your roster. I'll face tag teams. I'll take a beating but I will win and when. I'm stood there. WWE World champion and Tag team champion. I'll fucking raise my middle finger in your old saggy face and you can get down on your knees and kiss my ass!
'Cause here's the thing. Jonny 'The Rockstar' Freeman, is a bad ass stoner. With nothing to lose and so fucking much to gain.
Oh and Stone Cold? You owe me! I saved your fat ass so many times. This is how you repay me? I'm the fucking glory of this fucking fed and you ain't shit!
Peace out nigz."
Jonny got up pushing the camera lens away and hopping on his deck. He pushed off and popped a bean plant off the nearest bench, landing a late laser flip on to some railing and grinding out of view. As the scene fades to black.
"True champions start with nothing. They build themselves up over time. Fighting for the prize of holding the gold. This is very much like most things in life. I'm sure you've all done it, when you first learn something it takes you a while to get the hang of it. Until you finally master the skill, job or task.
Take an artist for example. It is not just a gift they behold but a developed talent. They start with simple pencils and paper. They draw stick figures first. Over years they learn new ways to do stuff. In the end they learn to produce masterpieces. The Mona Lisa. The sixteenth chapel. It all takes time.
I myself began to learn to skate when I was 13. I'm 25, I'm still learning. Hell I pull off amazing tricks but I'm not the best. I would never think that. I learnt to free run at 16, I wouldn't say I was the best and that is pretty basic. Well as basic as scaling buildings can be.
See now, heres the thing. Wrestling is a talent you perfect. I'm not gonna lie. I am not the best wrestler. I'll do crazy ass shit but It's worth it. I mean my first live match. In an old dead federation. I was thrown in to a title match, way over my head. Wonna know what happened? I got my ass owned. It was was handed to me on a plate.
Hey, a month later I'm lifting the highest title in the federation. If I had won the shitty NWA title back then. It would of been worthless to the glory I felt rising the federations world title.
Now here's my point. I have fought so many matches. I have taken so much shit. I won the tag titles last week and now I'm told I need to find me a new partner? Well fuck you. Sorry Vince but here's the thing. I'll take on every shitty wrestler on your roster. I'll face tag teams. I'll take a beating but I will win and when. I'm stood there. WWE World champion and Tag team champion. I'll fucking raise my middle finger in your old saggy face and you can get down on your knees and kiss my ass!
'Cause here's the thing. Jonny 'The Rockstar' Freeman, is a bad ass stoner. With nothing to lose and so fucking much to gain.
Oh and Stone Cold? You owe me! I saved your fat ass so many times. This is how you repay me? I'm the fucking glory of this fucking fed and you ain't shit!
Peace out nigz."
Jonny got up pushing the camera lens away and hopping on his deck. He pushed off and popped a bean plant off the nearest bench, landing a late laser flip on to some railing and grinding out of view. As the scene fades to black.