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: A long time ago, somebody asked me, 'Hey kid? Ya wanna be a wrestler?'
I didn't know at the time that my life would become one gigantic shitstorm,
but at that moment I froze. I was sitting front row, ringside, watching
The Nature Boy. He was wrestling some joe nobody and I was dazzled by it.
Laughing when he 'whooed,' cheering when he chopped, and throwing up the
four fingers when his friends dashed to the ring and assisted him in a
well deserved asskicking.
:
: It was those times that showed me what it is about to not only
steal the show everytime out, but to also be the leader of the entire show.
You had to be there to feel it. Electricity before anyone schmuck named
Maivia ever presented the term. It was so mesmerizing. And as I turned
to answer the man's question that had sent me into a frazzled state of
reminiscence, I was dropped like a bad habit.
:
: You see, the day I was asked if I wanted to be a wrestler took
place because I had slept with one of the workers' wives and had told him
how easy it was to pin her to the bed. He smirked and said that ill-fated
question. So there I was, in the middle of a flash back, when the sonnuva
bitch hit me so hard my jaw snapped and I dropped like a hot rock.
:
: Yeah, that day was magic to me. It showed me to never freeze in
the spotlight again. It further showed me that when someone talked to you,
you better be ready to answer. That's the way this world is. Fight or be
fought. Either way, watch your ass.
:
: The door outside New Attitude Athletics stands decorated and lighted
for Christmas. Inside is one wrestling ring and a slew of weight sets,
treadmills, bicycles, and a jogging track that goes all over. It's quite
nice actually, and that's probably why the membership increased 15% this
past year.
:
: Stan Grubb is inside the ring, rolling around, bumping. He's trying
to get his head together as he collects his thoughts for the upcoming challenge
that lies ahead of him. That's where we meet him for his requested interview
time.
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: "So, where ya want us to set up?" The cameraman asks before he motions
for the crew to get ready.
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: "Anywhere is fine... Hey! How about you come inside? Just set up in
the corner," Stan answers.
:
: "Alrighty," the cameraman says as he gets to the ring. He and his
soundman enter the ring and set up in the corner while Stan sits down for
a moment in the corner. As they set up, it's apparent that Stan is intent
at staring at the ceiling. He's humming, low and almost gutterly, but it
seems to calm him.
:
: "We're ready Mr. Grubb," the cameraman says to Stan.
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: "Good!" Stan exclaims. "Reiner Von Duzendorf... BWWa Heavyweight Champion...
RVD... German superstar...
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: The last time a German superstar existed, he was called Das Wunderkind
and his greatest acheivement was dancing his way to a match with the likes
of Jim Duggan. There is no real way to describe just how truly sad it is
that there exists a man who believes he has the legitimate skill to last
even five minutes in a world that I exist in.
:
: You are not in a dream anymore Reiner. Your attempts to mimmick a
far superior athlete have neither impressed nor intimidated me. They are
what most people commonly refer to as feeble and otherwise unnecessary.
The simple fact you asked for a tune up match before facing Apollo Carrington
and got me is nothing but poetic justice.
:
: See, at one time I too mimmicked a hero. I called myself 'The Heartbreaker'
and did all I could to put myself in his image. Ya know what happened?
I too went out and won the Sin City Heavyweight Title. It was fantastic.
The only problems were twofold. One, my opponent was mediocre at best.
And let's face it, McKraken is similar.
:
: The other problem was that after I won the title and acheived my dream,
I realized that I did it all wrong. I used an image of someone that didn't
really belong to me. I was living a lie. I was living a dream somewhat
vicariously through that of another gimmick. And it proved to be a bad
idea. Ultimately I gave up on the image. I knew in my heart that I had
to move forward and improve. And I did.
:
: Look at yourself Reiner Von Duzendorf. Look at your image and your
routine. You prance about singing the praises of how you've beaten people
like Phil McKraken and lived to tell the tale. You come out and you smash
people in the heads with chairs to attempt the prove your dominance. I
come out and I take what I want and I don't worry about dominance. See,
I don't have to. Your show, your title, your image, it's all a bunch of
falsehoods.
:
: Fraud... It's a shame to see it when it happens to you, but it begrudges
you at all times. You are, at best, a victim of other peoples' desires.
And this time, at Silver, it is going to be no different. You will suffer
pain, agony, and wrath. You will feel what it's like to have a fast drop,
quick sharp pain, and a blinding light all at one. It's called the Attitude
Adjustment and for you, maybe it's best I give it to you.
:
: The marquee outside the arena says Big West WRESTLING Alliance. It
says that for a reason you pathetic little germ. It says it because in
order to be a champion, a leader, a show stealer, you must WRESTLE. I fully
intend to hurt you and put you into a world where you MUST recognize that
it's time to come to grips with reality. Reality is the one thing that
can save you Reiner.
:
: Imagine a world where salvation is what comes from the end of your
lies and your false beliefs. Imagine a world where suffering will ultimately
lead to rebirth. Imagine it Reiner Von Duzendorf, because at Silver it
will become reality!" Stan says and gives a slow nod to the crew in order
to signal the end of his soliloquy.
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: "And... we got it!" The cameraman says.
:
: Stan stays seated, looking down now. And he breathes softly, to himself,
as he hums low once more. The camera crew make their way out. The door
swings closed as Stan gets back up and starts taking bumps once more.