Post by gnarfflinger on Jun 28, 2008 23:24:21 GMT -4
Vladmir Strife's recent promo (Getting Something Off My Chest) is on a TV in the locker room. Suddenly it clicks off in the middle of the rant. Gnarfflinger the Butcher is there holding the remote.
GtB: I heard what Vlad had to say, and I can't call him a liar. This business pushes us as far as we let it and then some. It takes and takes from us, but it doesn't know how to give. The fans cheer or jeer, write angry letters, whatever, but once the night is over, they've given all they can. They don't come to give back, they come to be thrilled and entertained. The Promoter signs your paycheck, but they are inherently the worst offenders. It's their job to keep throwing us into situations where we put out friends through flaming tack tables.
The Butcher starts walking through the halls of the Solid Core Gymnasium while the camera rolls.
GtB: So why do we do it? We have to find that same thrill! For everything this business takes, that emotional payoff is not something given, but something we take for ourselves! Remember NeXuS 2007 in GHW? Sure you kicked my ass and took the Charging Glory Title from me, but what I remember most was that double Shooting Star Press off the catwalk on top of you. I take pride in the high spots and the really cool shit I do. Sometimes I look back as the cool shit that gets done to me and still enjoy it...
Gnarfflinger walks into the first aid room.
GtB: Why is it that so many of our best nights end up here? Because we keep trying to raise the bar. I see the high spot and try to best that. I'm always raising the bar--not for professional reasons, but for nothing but shits and giggles! It's how I get my buzz.
The Butcher leaves the first aid room.
GtB: We all have times when all we want to do is walk away. When ASWF folded due to internal bullshit, I wanted to retire. All I wanted to do was rip off your tag line and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. It was a couple friends that wouldn't let me walk away. AS for getting bounced from GHW, It's what happens when some dickhead lets his ego grow larger than their brain. It happens all the time. And when one of those egos is attaches to the hand that signs the paychecks, everyone loses.
Gnarfflinger walks towards the ring entrance.
GtB: But the business will survive. It thrives on guys like me that just enjoy the ride and leave the politics where it belongs--in the fucking toilet. It thrives on the next guy to come alone with dreams of being the next Vlad Strife or the next Gnarfflinger the Butcher.
Gnarfflinger Arrives at the entrance curtains.
GtB: Vlad, my advise on surviving this business? Forget the bullshit and enjoy the fucking ride! There ain't no wilder ride around! And now it's my turn again...
The camera fades out as the Butcher walks through the curtain with his music playing...
EoT.
GtB: I heard what Vlad had to say, and I can't call him a liar. This business pushes us as far as we let it and then some. It takes and takes from us, but it doesn't know how to give. The fans cheer or jeer, write angry letters, whatever, but once the night is over, they've given all they can. They don't come to give back, they come to be thrilled and entertained. The Promoter signs your paycheck, but they are inherently the worst offenders. It's their job to keep throwing us into situations where we put out friends through flaming tack tables.
The Butcher starts walking through the halls of the Solid Core Gymnasium while the camera rolls.
GtB: So why do we do it? We have to find that same thrill! For everything this business takes, that emotional payoff is not something given, but something we take for ourselves! Remember NeXuS 2007 in GHW? Sure you kicked my ass and took the Charging Glory Title from me, but what I remember most was that double Shooting Star Press off the catwalk on top of you. I take pride in the high spots and the really cool shit I do. Sometimes I look back as the cool shit that gets done to me and still enjoy it...
Gnarfflinger walks into the first aid room.
GtB: Why is it that so many of our best nights end up here? Because we keep trying to raise the bar. I see the high spot and try to best that. I'm always raising the bar--not for professional reasons, but for nothing but shits and giggles! It's how I get my buzz.
The Butcher leaves the first aid room.
GtB: We all have times when all we want to do is walk away. When ASWF folded due to internal bullshit, I wanted to retire. All I wanted to do was rip off your tag line and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. It was a couple friends that wouldn't let me walk away. AS for getting bounced from GHW, It's what happens when some dickhead lets his ego grow larger than their brain. It happens all the time. And when one of those egos is attaches to the hand that signs the paychecks, everyone loses.
Gnarfflinger walks towards the ring entrance.
GtB: But the business will survive. It thrives on guys like me that just enjoy the ride and leave the politics where it belongs--in the fucking toilet. It thrives on the next guy to come alone with dreams of being the next Vlad Strife or the next Gnarfflinger the Butcher.
Gnarfflinger Arrives at the entrance curtains.
GtB: Vlad, my advise on surviving this business? Forget the bullshit and enjoy the fucking ride! There ain't no wilder ride around! And now it's my turn again...
The camera fades out as the Butcher walks through the curtain with his music playing...
EoT.
