Post by Rain on Sept 28, 2014 18:46:33 GMT -5
Rain grabbed his cup of water from off of the table in the backstage catering area. He took a huge gulp from it, swallowing it before setting it back down on the table. It's been about twenty minutes since his pre-show match up an the locker room area was still buzzing over Rain's vicious assault on Jordan Turner. There have been rumors flying that Rain was going to be fired, and that Jordan Turner was suing Rain and the Thy WWE corporation as a whole. None of that was actually true though; Rain already recieved his $10,000 fine and is being forced to pay Jordan's hospital bill.
Rain didn't mind all that much. He had to prove to the rest of the roster that the name 'Rain' is synonymous with dominant. Jordan Turner just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But as far as Rain was concerned, Jordan Turner was long gone from Thy WWE. Rain didn't have to worry about a surprise return from the redneck, nor did he expect much from Tiffani Rose. Rain pretty much proved that her victory over him was a fluke, and that she couldn't ever legitimately him.
Rain watched as the rest of the lower card gathered around to watch the triple threat ladder match between FEAR, Joey the Bastard, and Kurt Orton. Rain, however, had no interest in watching what was already a predictable match. He walked past the group of curtain jerkers and made his way to his locker room, one which he shared with several other superstars. It was empty to Rain's surprise, but he didn't mind either way. After having quite possibly the easiest match of his career, Rain chose to just sit back and relax before it was time to pack up and head to the hotels.
Before Rain could fully drift off into slumber, he heard the door to the locker room open. He opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a suit and tie enter the room. With a microphone in hand, it was quite obvious what was going to follow; an interview with Thy WWE's hottest prospect was about to go down.
Burris Troy: Hello Rain, my name is Burris Troy and I was ordered to interview you about what happened tonight. Now I hav-
Rain: I'm sorry Burris, but where are the lights and the cameras?
Burris Troy: Well this interview is actually going up on the Thy WWE website. Everyone figured that it'd be better if it was put on the site.
Rain: Who is 'everyone'.
Burris Troy: Well the general manager.. And the CEO of the company.
Rain shifted in his seat. He tried to contain his anger.
Rain: That's fine too.. I guess putting it on the website is just as fine..
Burris was actually surpised that Rain didn't explode like he did earlier tonight.
Burris Troy: Well for starters, I think everyone would like to know where you came from. How did you get into wrestling?
Rain: I'm from Leeds. And I started getting into wrestling fairly young. It looked like something fun to do and I took it up. But I never realized that this type of stuff was an actual career. So that's how I got here today; impressing a few scouts and making a name for myself at a fairly young age.
Burris Troy: Why Thy WWE though? What do we have that other wrestling organizations don't?
Rain: Nothing special. I've wrestled all over the world. Japan, Europe, Mexico, Australia. I've been everywhere. Why did I choose Thy out of all the other American promotions? I have no exact answer. If you were expecting some cliche "I need to prove myself as the best" or anything like that, then you've come to the wrong person.
Burris loosened a button on his collard shirt.
Burris Troy: That's not what I expected at all. Now can I ask one last question? Because I feel like you're getting annoyed with me.
Rain: It doesn't matter. I just want this over with. I figured I was gonna get a little publicity but whatever. Ask your question.
Burris Troy: What are your plans here in Thy? Tonight, you showcased your skills and it was enough to get you the win. But what about the upper echelon of the company. What about people like Joey the Bastard? Zak Shields? Blade LaVigne? How will you prepare yourself for people like this?
Rain looked up at Burris, who returned the gaze. Rain slowly got up off the couch and crept slowly to Burris Troy, who was in turn backing up until his back hit the wall. Rain got right into his face and laughed as Burris flinched.
Rain: I'm not worried about any of them..
Rain backed away. Burris took that as que to leave. He opened the door and left without even closing it.
Rain: What a pussy.
---o---
Our success, our livelihood, our very existence... it all depends on numbers.
---o---
The camera fades in on a VERY close shot of two hands, a left and a right, each holding up one finger. Everything behind the hands is blurry and out of focus, a product of relative proximity; this is soon remedied by a quick twist of the camera's focus lens, which blurs the two superimposed hands and brings the background behind them into focus. The hands suddenly fall away, revealing the smirking face of their owner - the Best Wrestler in the World, Rain.
Rain: One and one. Two simple numbers - hell, they're the same number - and yet, the meaning they hold for a professional wrestler is monumental.
The camera pans backwards, revealing that Rain stands in the middle of an empty ring, in the middle of an empty arena. The lights are on, the stage and barricades have been erected, and even the announce tables are set up...but besides Rain, there's not a soul to be seen.
Rain: Don't believe me? That's all right, I was planning on explaining myself anyway. Do me a favor, take a look around.
He makes a broad, sweeping gesture with his arm, and the camera does as he says by slowly panning around the arena. Rain goes on speaking as the camera pans around, momentarily disappearing from sight.
Rain: As professional wrestlers, everything about what we do - literally, everything - comes down to the numbers and how they work themselves out. Look out there.
Rain points out into the empty sea of seats.
Rain: How many fans come to the show? How much do each of those fans pay for tickets, for concessions, for Thy WWE merchandise? How many buy the pay-per-views, the DVDs, the t-shirts? Those numbers, my friends, become how much we get paid to do this... and by extension, whether we can afford to spend our time doing it.
Rain takes a brief pause, giving his words time to sink in. The lighthearted, joking air he was exuding has vanished, replaced by one of gravitas and intensity.
Rain: Or what about back there?
He points, and the camera follows his finger over to the stage and the locker rooms that lie beyond it.
Rain: Back there, before you come down here to wrestle, what do you think about? How do you prepare for your opponent, whoever they may be? "If they weigh this much, I can lift them, and if they weigh that much, I can't."..."When they try and pin me, it's okay if the ref slaps the mat two times, but he can't slap it three."..."I can't let my opponent hit me with his finisher, because if he connects once - just once - it's all over."
He pauses again, and turns away from the camera. Going over to the far-left turnbuckle, he ascends to the top and takes a seat there, gesturing to the now-barren mat. When he speaks again, his voice has grown dramatically softer, and yet still carries the same weight, the same gravity, that it did before.
Rain: And what about here? What about out here, in the ring? This is, after all, the place where all the magic happens.
Rain hops back down to the mat, goes over to the ropes, and steps to the outside apron.
Rain: Out here, we wrestlers hate numbers.
He hops down to the outside floor, landing right next to the camera.
Rain: Out here, we wrestlers despise numbers. We despise them... but at the same time, we can't help but love them.
Rain stops, chuckling briefly to himself.
Rain: Strange, isn't it? How something as simple as a ten-count, or a five-count, or even a three-count can simultaneously be the source of our greatest triumphs and our greatest defeats, our highest highs and our lowest lows.
Rain turns, slowly walking away from the camera. It follows closely behind him, trailing him as he goes around the steel ringsteps and hops back up onto the outside apron. Rain turns outwards, leaning his back against the ropes and spreading his arms wide for the camera.
Rain: Down here, in this ring, it's all about the numbers. There's one number - or rather, two numbers - that carry more weight than all the rest combined.
He raises both hands up in front of his face, fingers drawn into fists.
Rain: They change with every win we earn...and they change with every loss we suffer. For me this week, those numbers are one...
Rain extends his right index finger, pausing dramatically before extending his left index finger.
Rain: ...and one. One win, and one loss. Thing is, though, that all that changes after this week's Monday Night Raw show. After all is said and done, those numbers will have changed for each of us. One of us will walk away with yet another win added to our record, and the other will be left in the ring... with the addition of yet another loss.
Lowering his arms, Rain steps through the ropes and into the ring, where he immediately begins pacing with his arms behind his back.
Rain: The issue, of course, is which of us will be which? Who will go on to be the winner, and who will not? Will it be Zak Shields, with his untold match experience? With his take-no-prisoners brutality? Or...
Rain stops dead-center of the ring, and looks up to face the camera.
Rain: Or will it be me? Me, with my depthless well of ability and athleticism to draw upon; me, with my unparalleled, God-given instinct for this sport; me, with my awareness of the fact that it's not just a win or a loss that's at stake, that's the numbers, the numbers that truly matter?
Rain goes silent, and after a time, what is quickly becoming his trademark smirk spreads over his face like a stormcloud. He comes over to the ropes, resting his forearms on them and smiling down into the camera at ringside.
Rain: I don't know how to make it any clearer than that... but for those of you who are still struggling, let me just come right out and say it.
Rain clears his throat loudly.
Rain: Tomorrow night, on Raw, Zak Shields will be carrying the burden of another loss added to his already awful record in active competion. I, Rain, will not.
---o---
The Best Wrestler in the World, Rain... you know, I rather like the sound of that.
Rain didn't mind all that much. He had to prove to the rest of the roster that the name 'Rain' is synonymous with dominant. Jordan Turner just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But as far as Rain was concerned, Jordan Turner was long gone from Thy WWE. Rain didn't have to worry about a surprise return from the redneck, nor did he expect much from Tiffani Rose. Rain pretty much proved that her victory over him was a fluke, and that she couldn't ever legitimately him.
Rain watched as the rest of the lower card gathered around to watch the triple threat ladder match between FEAR, Joey the Bastard, and Kurt Orton. Rain, however, had no interest in watching what was already a predictable match. He walked past the group of curtain jerkers and made his way to his locker room, one which he shared with several other superstars. It was empty to Rain's surprise, but he didn't mind either way. After having quite possibly the easiest match of his career, Rain chose to just sit back and relax before it was time to pack up and head to the hotels.
Before Rain could fully drift off into slumber, he heard the door to the locker room open. He opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a suit and tie enter the room. With a microphone in hand, it was quite obvious what was going to follow; an interview with Thy WWE's hottest prospect was about to go down.
Burris Troy: Hello Rain, my name is Burris Troy and I was ordered to interview you about what happened tonight. Now I hav-
Rain: I'm sorry Burris, but where are the lights and the cameras?
Burris Troy: Well this interview is actually going up on the Thy WWE website. Everyone figured that it'd be better if it was put on the site.
Rain: Who is 'everyone'.
Burris Troy: Well the general manager.. And the CEO of the company.
Rain shifted in his seat. He tried to contain his anger.
Rain: That's fine too.. I guess putting it on the website is just as fine..
Burris was actually surpised that Rain didn't explode like he did earlier tonight.
Burris Troy: Well for starters, I think everyone would like to know where you came from. How did you get into wrestling?
Rain: I'm from Leeds. And I started getting into wrestling fairly young. It looked like something fun to do and I took it up. But I never realized that this type of stuff was an actual career. So that's how I got here today; impressing a few scouts and making a name for myself at a fairly young age.
Burris Troy: Why Thy WWE though? What do we have that other wrestling organizations don't?
Rain: Nothing special. I've wrestled all over the world. Japan, Europe, Mexico, Australia. I've been everywhere. Why did I choose Thy out of all the other American promotions? I have no exact answer. If you were expecting some cliche "I need to prove myself as the best" or anything like that, then you've come to the wrong person.
Burris loosened a button on his collard shirt.
Burris Troy: That's not what I expected at all. Now can I ask one last question? Because I feel like you're getting annoyed with me.
Rain: It doesn't matter. I just want this over with. I figured I was gonna get a little publicity but whatever. Ask your question.
Burris Troy: What are your plans here in Thy? Tonight, you showcased your skills and it was enough to get you the win. But what about the upper echelon of the company. What about people like Joey the Bastard? Zak Shields? Blade LaVigne? How will you prepare yourself for people like this?
Rain looked up at Burris, who returned the gaze. Rain slowly got up off the couch and crept slowly to Burris Troy, who was in turn backing up until his back hit the wall. Rain got right into his face and laughed as Burris flinched.
Rain: I'm not worried about any of them..
Rain backed away. Burris took that as que to leave. He opened the door and left without even closing it.
Rain: What a pussy.
---o---
Our success, our livelihood, our very existence... it all depends on numbers.
---o---
The camera fades in on a VERY close shot of two hands, a left and a right, each holding up one finger. Everything behind the hands is blurry and out of focus, a product of relative proximity; this is soon remedied by a quick twist of the camera's focus lens, which blurs the two superimposed hands and brings the background behind them into focus. The hands suddenly fall away, revealing the smirking face of their owner - the Best Wrestler in the World, Rain.
Rain: One and one. Two simple numbers - hell, they're the same number - and yet, the meaning they hold for a professional wrestler is monumental.
The camera pans backwards, revealing that Rain stands in the middle of an empty ring, in the middle of an empty arena. The lights are on, the stage and barricades have been erected, and even the announce tables are set up...but besides Rain, there's not a soul to be seen.
Rain: Don't believe me? That's all right, I was planning on explaining myself anyway. Do me a favor, take a look around.
He makes a broad, sweeping gesture with his arm, and the camera does as he says by slowly panning around the arena. Rain goes on speaking as the camera pans around, momentarily disappearing from sight.
Rain: As professional wrestlers, everything about what we do - literally, everything - comes down to the numbers and how they work themselves out. Look out there.
Rain points out into the empty sea of seats.
Rain: How many fans come to the show? How much do each of those fans pay for tickets, for concessions, for Thy WWE merchandise? How many buy the pay-per-views, the DVDs, the t-shirts? Those numbers, my friends, become how much we get paid to do this... and by extension, whether we can afford to spend our time doing it.
Rain takes a brief pause, giving his words time to sink in. The lighthearted, joking air he was exuding has vanished, replaced by one of gravitas and intensity.
Rain: Or what about back there?
He points, and the camera follows his finger over to the stage and the locker rooms that lie beyond it.
Rain: Back there, before you come down here to wrestle, what do you think about? How do you prepare for your opponent, whoever they may be? "If they weigh this much, I can lift them, and if they weigh that much, I can't."..."When they try and pin me, it's okay if the ref slaps the mat two times, but he can't slap it three."..."I can't let my opponent hit me with his finisher, because if he connects once - just once - it's all over."
He pauses again, and turns away from the camera. Going over to the far-left turnbuckle, he ascends to the top and takes a seat there, gesturing to the now-barren mat. When he speaks again, his voice has grown dramatically softer, and yet still carries the same weight, the same gravity, that it did before.
Rain: And what about here? What about out here, in the ring? This is, after all, the place where all the magic happens.
Rain hops back down to the mat, goes over to the ropes, and steps to the outside apron.
Rain: Out here, we wrestlers hate numbers.
He hops down to the outside floor, landing right next to the camera.
Rain: Out here, we wrestlers despise numbers. We despise them... but at the same time, we can't help but love them.
Rain stops, chuckling briefly to himself.
Rain: Strange, isn't it? How something as simple as a ten-count, or a five-count, or even a three-count can simultaneously be the source of our greatest triumphs and our greatest defeats, our highest highs and our lowest lows.
Rain turns, slowly walking away from the camera. It follows closely behind him, trailing him as he goes around the steel ringsteps and hops back up onto the outside apron. Rain turns outwards, leaning his back against the ropes and spreading his arms wide for the camera.
Rain: Down here, in this ring, it's all about the numbers. There's one number - or rather, two numbers - that carry more weight than all the rest combined.
He raises both hands up in front of his face, fingers drawn into fists.
Rain: They change with every win we earn...and they change with every loss we suffer. For me this week, those numbers are one...
Rain extends his right index finger, pausing dramatically before extending his left index finger.
Rain: ...and one. One win, and one loss. Thing is, though, that all that changes after this week's Monday Night Raw show. After all is said and done, those numbers will have changed for each of us. One of us will walk away with yet another win added to our record, and the other will be left in the ring... with the addition of yet another loss.
Lowering his arms, Rain steps through the ropes and into the ring, where he immediately begins pacing with his arms behind his back.
Rain: The issue, of course, is which of us will be which? Who will go on to be the winner, and who will not? Will it be Zak Shields, with his untold match experience? With his take-no-prisoners brutality? Or...
Rain stops dead-center of the ring, and looks up to face the camera.
Rain: Or will it be me? Me, with my depthless well of ability and athleticism to draw upon; me, with my unparalleled, God-given instinct for this sport; me, with my awareness of the fact that it's not just a win or a loss that's at stake, that's the numbers, the numbers that truly matter?
Rain goes silent, and after a time, what is quickly becoming his trademark smirk spreads over his face like a stormcloud. He comes over to the ropes, resting his forearms on them and smiling down into the camera at ringside.
Rain: I don't know how to make it any clearer than that... but for those of you who are still struggling, let me just come right out and say it.
Rain clears his throat loudly.
Rain: Tomorrow night, on Raw, Zak Shields will be carrying the burden of another loss added to his already awful record in active competion. I, Rain, will not.
---o---
The Best Wrestler in the World, Rain... you know, I rather like the sound of that.
